Wang Yu stretched out his hand to block out the afternoon sun, although it had just passed the spring equinox, the sun's rays had become a little dazzling. The weak physical strength made him feel a little dizzy.

There was some unsteady footing.

When everything was born, he chose such a path of no return.

After Yan Zonghan's attack was well-founded, Wang Yu did not find many opportunities.

I have the army of more than 3,000 people left, and the Great Song Dynasty has no armor, and the young and strong people in the city are just sending them to death when they go out of the city, so it is better to arrange them in the alleys of the city.

Maybe it can realize the vision of Zhao Guangyi of Song Taizong and use the T-shaped street to block the footsteps of the Jin soldiers?

Ahh

Wang Yu spat out a mouthful of foam, and he had been shot three times.

But fortunately, the step armor is also a double-layer cold forging armor, otherwise these three shots will be pierced, and he would have died.

"Gollum." Wang Yu heard the sound of his stomach screaming again. But this time it wasn't his, but the voice coming from the stomach of the soldier next to him.

The soldiers went down to the building to fight to the death, and most of them gave the morning's ration to the young men in the city.

The three thousand men of the Jiesheng Army! Born to be a master! Death is also a ghost!

This summer quatrain from Bianjing, Wang Yu remembered, at this moment, the three thousand victorious army deserved this reputation!

And they did!

They also died.

The cavalry charge was far more difficult to deal with than thought, tens of thousands of cavalry against 3,000 foot soldiers, enough to form a crushing momentum.

Of his 3,000 victorious army, only about 200 remained.

"I haven't eaten in the morning, I don't have much strength, can you still afford to lift the blade in your hand?" Wang Yu asked weakly.

The soldiers replied piecemeal, "Yes." ”

"If you still have the strength to lift the blade, do you still have the strength to kill the enemy?" Wang Yu's voice raised a few degrees and asked.

The answers of the two hundred soldiers were no longer scattered, and they replied in unison: "Yes!" ”

Wang Yu inspected back and forth, nodded, and shouted loudly: "Fight! Win the battle!! ”

"Fight! War! War! The two hundred soldiers slapped the ring head sword, struck the armor on their bodies, and charged forward step by step.

From messy to uniform percussion, there is a faint sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse constantly transmitting on the battlefield.

The defenders on the upper floor of Taiyuan City looked at Wang Yu's charging figure, and tears cut down their cheeks.

Mortal Battle! Go to the soup!

Wang Jun used his life to tell the people of Taiyuan what life is and what is death!

What is heavier than Mount Tai. What is lighter than a feather.

"The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, fame and fortune are from the dust and the earth!"

"The strong man drinks the wine in the bowl, and he will not look back on the journey of a thousand miles!" The intermittent war song sounded slowly on the Fenhe Plain in front of Taiyuan City.

Wanyan Zonghan was like crazy, and pushed all the soldiers on the big fight down, and he roared: "Go quickly!" Go and kill them for me! Just go! ”

"Don't leave a single one! Kill them all! All! ”

The drums of war sounded again, and the troops of Yan Zonghan's black pressure began to accelerate towards Wang Yu's army formation and began to charge again.

This time, it will not be immune.

Wang Yu's team of 200 men rushed towards the enemy line like ants.

The mantis arm is a car, this is for the people, and it will be brave for the world.

How easy is it to shake the tree? Ants shake the tree, ridiculous?

Standing in Taiyuan City, in the face of the huge golden soldiers that are completely spread on the horizon, Wang Yu's steps forward to death are indeed the way to die.

But this step is so firm that it seems to move heaven and earth.

Wang Yu's figure, the figure of two hundred dead soldiers, has already begun to make contact with the golden soldiers on the ground.

Life, what joy, death, what suffering, biochemistry is endless, life and death, out of the Tao and into the Tao, joy and sorrow, all dust to dust, dust.

Wang Yu handed over the hemp knife in his hand, slashed it on the horse's leg, pressed it the enemy's corpse, forcefully removed the enemy's neck, surrounded the ring knife, and cut off the head of the golden man.

After killing an enemy, he didn't stop, but continued to move forward, constantly waving the thorn knife in his hand!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

There was only one thought left in his heart, as a person who charged into battle, he must be brave, otherwise the people behind him would be scattered by the cavalry, and there would be no chance of survival.

I don't know how long it took, but Wang Yu finally lay on the ground exhausted.

He was tired and couldn't cut.

There were too many wounds on his body, at least fifteen gunshot wounds, not counting the blood lost, which was constantly taking away his life.

He stared blankly at the crows hovering in the sky, and he did not change the ending of the death of Taiyuan Chengpo after all.

How can manpower win the sky?

This day is certainly not a golden man.

The Great Song Dynasty is about to die, but it is not because of the sharp edge of the Jin people.

but died in the decay of the Great Song Dynasty.

Why resist so stubbornly?

When a person dies, it can be seen as death, and it can also be seen as exile.

No matter which one it is, it is the unacceptable treatment of the Great Song people who are accustomed to three full meals, accustomed to listening to books in Vashe, and accustomed to bragging at the tea stall.

He remembered that he had heard the storytellers and all kinds of speeches in Vasher, and he chuckled.

Somewhat kind.

In Vasher's romance, he made himself a big villain that he did not meet in a thousand years, saying that he was the executioner of the people. Because he participated in the suppression of Fang La and Song Jiang.

The romance of this Vashe can be passed from the end of the Han Dynasty to the Great Song Dynasty, and the name of his great traitor and villain must have been passed on for a longer time.

He is a traitor, a villain, today, he died for the country, and he died without regrets.

After all, he failed to save Taiyuan City and Li Min.

The current Taiyuan City should have turned into a sea of fire, no, the houses in Taiyuan City, even the beams of the prefect's yamen have been demolished, where will there be fire?

It should be that the string of buildings was broken by the Jin soldiers, and the trebuchet on the goose wing platform was useless because of the approaching of the Jin soldiers.

Why do these savage Northlanders like to slaughter cities?

is the guy Zhao Guangyi, Taizong of the Song Dynasty, who he has always looked down on, when he destroyed the Northern Han Dynasty and occupied the capital, he also drove the people away, so he set fire to the city, diverted water to destroy the city, and never did anything to massacre.

It was this barbarism that he resisted.

He turned his head and glanced at Taiyuan City, it was not the same as he imagined, why did it look like the Great Song soldiers were cheering?

Sure enough, they are about to die, and they are no longer afraid, have they all descended?

It's not quite right, because the trebuchet is still frantically shooting out crockpots and smashing them into the golden soldiers' formation.

Soon, Wang Yu discovered that something even more wrong, that is, he was exhausted, lying here, it had been half a day, why had no one come to mend the knife?

Killing himself, the general who defends the city, is at least a reward for thousands of households, and the golden soldiers who scream for their exploits in every battle, when will they also start to be timid?

"Wang Jundu, do you still have the strength?" A voice came, and Wang Yu frowned.

This is the voice of a Han people, if there is no accident, it should be the voice of the surrendered Song Wen military attaché, are they trying to persuade them to surrender?

Ahh

He despises this kind of person the most, for his own livelihood! Ignoring the people under his rule, how is it different from beasts?

"Wang Jundu?" The voice became clearer, and it seemed to be getting closer!

Wang Yu struggled to stand up, and with the last trace of strength he had recovered from rest, he handed out the thorn knife!