Chapter 97: The Thousand Army

"Bor!"

Blood flashed, a beautiful blood flower appeared, and the last Liao army fell in a pool of blood, and the massacre was over.

The Liao army was wiped out in the same way, and the Song army was not seriously injured, but only three or two hundred people. This was nothing compared to the huge casualties of the Liao army.

The Korean side held a blood-dropped sword in his hand and looked at the battlefield. He saw the corpses of the Liao army all over the ground, while the Song army's eyes were filled with bright light, each of which was extremely excited, as if they were hungry wolves.

"Long live the Song Dynasty!"

The Korean side waved the sword of the captive sword in his hand, and a string of blood beads threw away from afar, roaring. The sound was loud and contained infinite joy.

"Long live the Song Dynasty!"

The soldiers burst into earth-shaking roars, shaking the ground trembled.

Although the Song army has won many victories in the past two years, there is no precedent for massacre of the Liao army in front of the Liao emperor Yelu Hongji. For them, this is not just a victory, but also a declaration, a declaration that goes to Yelu Hongji.

The soldiers only felt proud and felt relieved from their hearts. This was something that had never happened in hundreds of years. In the wars of the Song and Liao dynasties for hundreds of years, the Liao Kingdom suppressed the Song Dynasty. Although the Song Dynasty had won many battles, there were not many, and not much. More were defeats, which made the Song Dynasty unable to raise its head. Not to mention facing the Emperor of Liao, even facing ordinary Khitans, the Song people felt that they were shorter and could not raise their heads.

Today, they beat the Liao army to the point where they were unable to fight back and wiped out the Liao army. They slapped Yelu Hongji loudly in front of so many faces. This kind of comfort is far beyond the description of the pen and ink. The soldiers roared one after another, and more and more Song soldiers joined the shouts.

At the beginning, the two thousand Song troops who participated in the battle were shouting, later the Song troops on the city were shouting, and then the Song troops in Zhuozhou City joined. Finally, even the Song troops stationed outside the city were shouting.

"Long live the Song Dynasty!"

The roar became louder and louder, and it had more and more earth-shaking power. No matter inside and outside the city, as long as it was the Song army or the Song people, even the Yanyun people who were heartbroken to the Song Dynasty joined in. There were no less than hundreds of thousands of people shouting, and the loudness of the roar was imagined.

This is the first time that Chinese men have been here since Emperor Taizong of Song Dynasty’s Northern Expedition, roaring so strongly!

Roaring around the world!

The sound shook the sky!

What is completely different from the jubilation of the Song army is that Yelu Hongji was extremely depressed. He knew that the Song army had very strong combat power, but he did not expect that the Song army's combat power was so strong. It was two thousand people against two thousand people, and the two thousand Liao troops were no match for the Song army at all, and they were beaten without temper.

This kind of thing happened often in the past, of course, the opposite was the Liao army suppressing the Song army, leaving the Song army without the power to fight back. At that time, the Liao army was proud and arrogant, and arrogant, and said how timid the Song army was, and they would run away when they saw the shadow of the Liao army.

Now, the Liao army was turned upside down and the one who was being suppressed and beaten, and the Song army was proud.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Yelu Hongji heard Song Jun's cheers and felt it was particularly harsh. It can be said that this was the most harsh roar he had heard in his life. His hands were clenched into fists, and his teeth were itchy when they hated him.

However, what he hated even more was still behind. The Korean side waved the sword in his hand, slapped the horse's back, and led two thousand Song troops to press towards the Liao army. The sound of hooves was like thunder and the formation was like mountains and mountains, which made people feel depressed.

"Yelu Hongji, do you dare to fight again?" South Korea's roar changed, turning into a challenge.

"Yelu Hongji, do you dare to fight again?" Two thousand Song soldiers shouted.

As they shouted, more Song troops joined in and wanted to provoke Yelu Hongji. As more and more Song troops joined, the provocation resounded throughout the world and reached the sky.

"Huhh!"

Yelu Hongji's chest was undulating and panting. He first played Wu Ji and was very angry. Then two thousand Liao troops were suppressed and beaten the Song army, and finally the entire army was wiped out, and his anger became even deeper.

Now, the South Korean side is actually so clamoring, this is provocation, this is contempt, this is insult... At this moment, Yelu Hongji's resentment could not be fully understood even if he used all the water from all rivers and seas to grind the ink. He felt that his chest was about to explode.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!" Han Ju saw that the opportunity was wrong and hurriedly reminded Yelu Hongji: "Your Majesty, you must not be angry, the Southern people have sinister intentions!"

Yelu Hongji is a smart man. Although he is angry and angry, he is still rational. He knows that Han Ju is right, so he cannot suck the air conditioner and force himself to calm down. He said, "Well! Han Aiqing is right. I cannot obey the Southern people's words. However, if the Southern people clamor for thousands of troops, wouldn't I lose the face of the Liao Dynasty? These Song troops must be punished the most seriously and must let them die! Who would like to fight?"

The South Korean clamor was like pointing at Yelu Hongji's nose and cursing people. If he tolerated it, it would lose all his face, which would greatly increase the dissatisfaction of the Liao army and make the Liao army's morale depressed. Therefore, we must regain face. To regain face, it is nothing more than to fight a war and kill all these Song troops.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to fight!"

All the ministers were so nervous that they all took a step forward and asked for the fight in unison when they heard this.

"Yes!" Yelu Hongji was very satisfied with the response of the ministers. He looked at the ministers and said, "Xiao Lu, you are Marshal Du, the army you command is very elite, and this battle will be left to you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Xiao Lu took the lead and was overjoyed. After thanking him, he went to the army to fight.

"Yelu Hongji, you are a turtle shrunk!"

"Yelu Hongji, you bastard, you know how to drill a turtle shell!"

"Yelu Hongji, you are cow shit and stinking dog shit!"

Under the leadership of the South Korean side, the Song army was extremely arrogant and domineering, cursing Yelu Hongji, and scolding Yelu Hongji to nothing, as smelly as feces.

This is not a thousand, two thousand people cursing, but hundreds of thousands of Song troops and Yanyun people shouting, with loud voices and loud sounds trembling in the sky, even the clouds in the sky trembled.

Looking at the five thousand years, how many people have received such national scolding? Yelu Hongji was so angry that he staggered on the horse's back and almost fell off the horse. He didn't get angry on the spot, so he was lucky.

At this moment, a sudden sound of hoofs sounded, and ten thousand Liao troops, led by Xiao Lu, drove out of the camp and pressed against the Song army.

These Liao army are elite troops under Xiao Lu's command, and the elite troops stationed in Youzhou by the Liao Kingdom. They are much stronger than the Liao army just now. They are more well-equipped, their figures are very tall, their aura is like mountains, and their formation is far more stern than those of the talented army just now. The two are incomparable.

"It's worthy of being elite!" Wu Ji and Wang Shao could see clearly on the top of the city and praised in unison.

"Can General Han eat it?" Zhou Wei was a little worried.

This is 10,000 elite Liao army, five times the strength of the South Korean side. It is impossible for him not to worry.

"Brother Wu, what do you think?" Wang Shao was also a little worried.

After all, this is 10,000 elite Liao troops, which is five times the enemy of South Korea. If one is not good, the South Korean side will lose. This is a battle of momentum. If South Korean side loses, it will have a great blow to the morale of the Song army.

"It shouldn't be a big problem!" Wu Ji thought for a moment and said, "Now, our combat power is very strong, much higher than when we were successful in training. After a series of battles, the brothers have a lot of experience. Even if they face a five-fold enemy, they will not lose too badly."

The Song army has rigorous training, excellent equipment, flexible and changeable tactics, and has accumulated rich experience in succession of battles. Even if they cannot defeat the Liao army, they will not lose too much.

"Yeah! It's reasonable!" No one can surpass Wu Ji's grasp of the combat power of the Song army, because Wu Ji was the initiator of this new army. After hearing Wu Ji's words, Wang Shao was relieved and said, "For the sake of his completeness, he must send an army to plunder the formation. Huangfu Song, you lead the army to suppress the formation."

"Abide by the order!" Huangfu Song happily took the order and led his army out of the city to line up, preparing to respond to the Korean side.

Huangfu Song led his army out of the city and quickly formed a formation, which was heavy and strict, and was more than three points better than the Korean army. He was one of the "triples" who trained the Converted Army and had a deep understanding of the new army. Can the Song army he trained be inferior?

"General Huangfu, you don't have to interfere in this matter. Just look at it. Leave it to me here!" The Korean side hurriedly beat Huangfu Song in front of him and smiled and said, "I don't care about the only ten thousand Liao dogs."

"Well! You can't take it to heart, and don't take it lightly! This is what Commander Wu Du often said." Huangfu Song reminded.

"Thank you!" The Korean side understood what this said and could not take the enemy to heart, but when it comes to taking action, it must be taken seriously. This is an experience.

Xiao Lu came to the front of the formation by fighting the horse and said, "Listen to General Song, I am Xiao Lu, the Marshal of the Great Liao Capital, and I will fight to the death with you! Your troops are too small, so we will transfer 10,000 people out and we will fight hard!"

This is a battle of momentum. He wants to defeat the Song army and kill the Song army under the same force. Only in this way can he prove that the Liao army is stronger than the Song army.

If he used 10,000 Liao troops to defeat 2,000 Song troops, even if he won, the Liao army would take it for granted and would not play a role in boosting the morale of the Liao army. If it weren't for the battle of momentum, Xiao Lu would be happy to fight more and kill all the Song troops.

"No need!" How could the Korean side not know Xiao Lu's plan, and how could he satisfy him? He sneered: "Xiao Lu, listen, today is your death date! Don't think that if you have more soldiers, you can take advantage of me. I tell you, even if you have ten thousand more, you will not be my opponent. Just wait for death!"

This was too arrogant, and Xiao Lu could not bear it. He pointed at the Korean side and cursed: "Southern people, I want to capture you alive and cut off your head to make a wine vessel! Kill the warriors of the Great Liao Dynasty!"

With a swing of the scimitar in his right hand, a beautiful sword flower appeared, and the Liao army rushed towards the Song army with a roar of "killing all the southern people".

The Song army was defeated one after another, and although the casualties were heavy, the Liao army still looked down on the Song army. In the eyes of the Liao army, the Song army was just a "nova" and could not compete with the old powerful army of the Liao army. In their opinion, the reason why the Song army always won was because of the good luck of the Song army.
Chapter completed!