The dark clouds all dispersed, the moonlight sprinkled on Wen Xian's pale cheeks, as if she had been plated with a layer of faint silver, she looked at Xu Zizhen with resolute eyes, gritted her teeth and went to the drum surface one after another, at this time the Jincheng closed as if it was empty, only she was alone in the wind.

Xu Zizhen only felt a bang in his head, and the blood in his body boiled in an instant at this moment, the speed of the Xixia Iron Horse was extremely fast, and it was close at hand, he glanced at Wen Xian deeply, Huo turned his head, and shouted: "Shenji Battalion, prepare!" ”

Five hundred people raised their knives in unison, their eyes burning with war.

Xu Zizhen lifted the reins of the horse, and the white horse under his crotch neighed and stood up.

"Kill!"

The Five Hundred Divine Machine Battalion shouted in unison: "Kill!" Kill! Kill! ”

Before the earth-shattering roar fell, the war horse under Xu Zizhen's crotch had already shot out like a sharp arrow, and the five hundred horsemen behind him followed closely, and the tip of the knife shone with a cold light in the moonlight.

Five hundred against nearly 10,000, the most disparity in the number of people in the history of Jincheng Pass began!

The planter's expression was solemn, and he gave an order: "Archer, protect the city!" Gunners, stop the army! ”

In a neat and fast footsteps, two columns of soldiers quickly stood in front of the battlement with longbows in hand, and then gave an order, the bowstring was full, and a cold feather arrow was aimed at the close, and the row of artillery behind them was all reloaded with ammunition, and the muzzle was adjusted, aiming at the mighty Chinese army not far behind the 10,000 Xixia cavalry.

The seed master looked at Xu Zizhen's rushing back and muttered, "Zizhen, you must hold on!" Only one pillar of incense is enough! ”

Xu Zizhen's heart was filled with Wen Xian's delicate figure the moment he rushed out, but the hideous-looking Xixia cavalry quickly entered his sight, he shook his head vigorously, screened all distractions, and searched the sea of people with sharp eyes.

Got it!

A black-on-white flag fluttered in the wind not far away, and one of its black-armored generals was gritting his teeth and rushing towards him, holding the long knife in his hand high, looking eager to swallow his virtue.

Xu Zizhen locked on the target and rushed over first.

There is no suspense in this kind of battle, only to take advantage of the chaos and quickly think of beheading their main general, otherwise when this sea of people surrounds their five hundred people, there will really be no bones left.

This is the first battle of the Shenji Battalion, but it is not the first time for the horse thieves, and I don't know if it was specially arranged by Bu Fen or they deliberately, when they lined up, they hid the more than 200 recruits behind them, and the front in front of the cone-shaped queue was their more than 200 evil stars who dominated the Northwest Dao.

In the previous days, they had all fought side by side with Xu Zizhen, so they had some tacit understanding with Xu Zizhen more or less, although Xu Zizhen's rush was a little sudden, they immediately understood, and adjusted their direction to follow closely.

One hundred steps! Fifty steps! Ten steps!

The collision happens!

Xu Zizhen's horse was quick and sharp, and he first entered the Xixia army formation, and slashed down the two oncoming horses with a knife, and then he was out of control, and quickly inserted into the opponent's camp like a steel knife.

The horse thieves followed closely behind, and the queue suddenly unfolded, like the wings of a wild goose, the Tang knife in his hand flew up, but he closed his eyes and slashed fiercely, and everything that stood in front of them was killed!

Lanzhou is located in the border pass, the people have been devastated by the war all the year round, many people are not clothed and hungry, every day is a negative day waiting to die, and more than a month ago Wen Chengyan's appointment gave them hope, honest, kind, and the people share joys and sorrows, the government officials in the house have revealed that Lord Wen is extremely frugal in the house for three meals a day, and on weekdays, he often pays for his own money to buy food and porridge to help the people.

As for Wen Xian, she is the goddess in the minds of the people of Lanzhou, in this era of strict etiquette, she does not have the slightest eldest lady's shelf, every poor corner of the city has left her footprints, although she is not smiling, but the people are treated kindly, even the three-year-old Mengtong knows that there is a bodhisattva-like prefect in Lanzhou.

And today, just when the Xixia Iron Cavalry was about to rush to Jincheng Pass, Miss Wen resolutely stood at the pass, beating drums and cheering for the soldiers against the cold wind, completely ignoring the cold arrows that could be shot at any time outside the pass, and the clothes fluttering in the wind were deeply rooted in everyone's hearts.

The more than 200 recruits fell to the back, their initial nervousness has long disappeared, replaced by full of excitement and hot blood, at this moment they have only one belief in their hearts, that is, follow the god of war Xu Zizhen, protect Lanzhou, protect Miss Wen!

The formation of the Shenji Battalion changed unconsciously, and those recruits turned from behind the horse thieves and extended from both sides, directly facing the Western Xia Army, they were the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, and they didn't need anyone's protection!

Xu Zizhen no longer remembered how many people he had cut down, now his face was blood-red, his eyes were almost unable to open with blood, his clothes had been torn in many places, and there were many places on his arms, back, and legs, as if he was injured, but he didn't care.

That black armor Xia general is not far ahead, as long as he dies, this Western Xia vanguard army will be defeated, Xu Zizhen gritted his teeth, and fought hard to kill firmly in that direction, every time he moved forward, an enemy would die under his sword.

Bu Fen still has a breezy expression, and even a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his knife is extremely ruthless, which fully reflects his strength as the overlord of the northwest, in this short sprint, he will never kill fewer enemies than Xu Zizhen, because he is Bu Dabeard!

Daye is the most surprising to Xu Zizhen, he really doesn't know martial arts, even the most basic slashing is just raising the knife high and falling fiercely, and the empty door in front of his chest is wide open, but until now there is still no wound on his body, he is like an eternal beast, and someone will be split into two pieces under his knife in every roar.

The battle gradually entered the white heat, and everyone's fighting spirit was raised to the peak at this moment, the five hundred Tang knives of the Shenji Battalion flew over, and the chaotic cloak knife technique broke out with the strongest combat effectiveness in this sea of people, looking down from the gate, it was like an iron lotus, blooming brilliantly in the Western Xia cavalry array, with a bloody and cruel beauty.

The war drums sounded one after another, far away in this field of fighting, Wen Xian's strength seemed to be exhausted, and her body was shaky in the cold wind, but she still gritted her teeth and picked up the drumsticks, using her meager strength to inspire the fighting spirit of the Great Song soldiers.

At this moment, one of the Western Xia cavalry secretly raised his bow and aimed at Wen Xian on the gate and released a cold arrow, he was a smart man, and he also knew that if he shot this woman beating the drum, it would definitely damage the morale of the Song army.

Shout!

With a sharp sound of breaking the air, the sharp arrow shot straight into Wen Xian's heart with a fierce momentum, and at the moment of a moment, a person suddenly rushed by, and the long sword in his hand blocked the sharp arrow with a wave of his hand.

This person was one of the dozen or so masters who appeared just now, with a handsome face and dressed as a Confucian scholar, he saved Wen Xian with one blow, and the other more than ten people had also pounced, each holding a long sword in front of Wen Xian.

The Confucian man smiled with his sword: "The world will be here, and the young people dare to disturb it?" ”