The next moment, the front of the Jin army's camp became a slaughterhouse ravaged by Yang Feng. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He roared furiously.

Then the thousand-pound giant axe swept around with his body as the center of the circle with a terrifying whistling sound, and there was no longer a living person within a radius of two meters around him.

At the same time, with a loud bang, the first barrel of gasoline dropped from a height of 500 meters fell into the camp of the Jin Army with flames, and then devoured everything around it with the flames of the explosion.

And in the sky, more barrels of gasoline fell like meteors.

The entire Jin army camp collapsed in an instant.

Those golden soldiers who had originally gathered to show Yang Feng their military might looked in horror at the spectacular scene of the heavenly fire burning the city above their heads, and looked at the gods wielding a thousand catties of giant axes in front of the camp to sweep everything, and everyone gave up their duties in an instant, screaming in horror and fleeing desperately. Whether it was an officer or an ordinary soldier, whether it was the Jurchen elite or the cannon fodder of those other nationalities, they all collapsed at this moment, they threw down their weapons, they even took off their armor in order to run faster, they didn't even bother to ride their horses, everyone fled like crazy in any direction away from the big camp, their brains were blank, their only instinct was to run, keep running.

Even in a panic, they fled to Xuchang City.

And above them, the burning gasoline barrels flew out of the passage opened up at a height of five hundred meters at a speed of one per second, and then with that terrifying roar, with the long tail of smoke and fire, they fell without stopping, because of the influence of the wind and air resistance, these oil barrels finally dispersed and fell within the range of almost the entire Jin army camp, and even many exploded in the sky before they could land, and then turned into a terrifying rain of fire pouring down.

The entire camp of the Jin Army was in flames.

At this time, in front of the camp gate, Yang Feng, who had killed all the generals of the Jin Army in a very short time, turned his back to this spectacular scene, and raised his giant axe with one hand in the snow.

"Kill!"

His roar echoed through the sky.

Just when hundreds of people on the city wall of Xuchang knelt down to worship him and this scene like a miracle, the city gate slowly opened, and then Liang Xing dragged Yan Shenggong, who was struggling in horror and screaming, and walked out with a cruel smile, and behind him, the two thousand cavalry of the Yuejia army were all lined up on the long street, one by one with heavy armor controlling the restless war horses, waiting for the order to attack at any time.

Then the drawbridge slowly lowered.

"In the name of Kong Sheng, punish Kong Fan, the rebel minister of the Kong family, and make an example of all traitors!"

Liang Xing walked across the drawbridge and threw Kong Fan on the ground while shouting.

Then he raised the ghost head knife in his hand high, and slashed down in Kong Fan's cry, accompanied by a cold light cutting through the flying snow, Kong Fan's human head fell to the ground, and hot blood spurted out of his neck like an arrow, staining the thin snow in front of him, and at this moment, the prison where all the officials of the Jin Kingdom were imprisoned, the raging flames also rose into the sky, and the billowing smoke rushed straight into the lead-gray sky like an evil dragon.

Liang Xing, who was carrying the blood-dripping head knife, took the reins handed by the soldiers behind him, turned over his war horse, and then pointed forward with the big knife.

"Kill!"

He roared and galloped across the drawbridge.

"Kill!"

Behind him, two thousand horsemen erupted in a tsunami-like roar.

All the cavalry drew their swords at the same time, urged their horses, trampled the stone streets with thunderous hooves, like a torrent of steel, surging out of the city gate of Xuchang, rushing at full speed towards the collapsed Jin army camp, and Kong Fan's head and dead body were trampled under countless horses' hooves almost instantly.

At this time, the meteor rain in the sky had stopped, and in modern time and space, in front of the underground garage of Yang Feng's mansion in Mongolia, Xiao Qian, who had thrown away a hundred barrels of gasoline inside, closed the passage, and then sent another 100 barrels of online orders to a local gasoline merchant.

Of course, this is not something that Yang Feng needs to care about.

At this time, holding a thousand-pound giant axe in one hand, he was like a xie evil boss, standing in the background of a sea of fire, standing in front of the countless corpses that could not be seen in shape, standing in the countless frightened screams, quietly watching his iron horse surge.

The torrent of iron cavalry split in two before him, led by Liang Xing and Meng Lin respectively, rushing straight towards the fleeing Jin soldiers, knocking them over incessantly, and then trampling them under the galloping hooves of the horses, or nailing them to the ground with spears in their hands. And at the back of this cavalry, a carriage that followed stopped directly in front of Yang Feng, he threw the giant axe on the car, and at the same time grabbed the Mo knife on the car, turned over and jumped on the war horse on the side, and then joined the cavalry to rush and kill.

Da Luan is indeed 30,000 troops surrounding Xuchang City.

But he is surrounded, it is impossible to have only this side, in fact, these 30,000 gold soldiers are from Guide and Luoyang two jiedu envoys, in addition to the south of the re-gathered Changwu army rout, a total of four battalions blocked the four sides of Xuchang respectively, and the front battalion is actually only 10,000 horses he brought from Bianliang. The other armies retreated fifty miles according to Yang Feng's previous request to show their sincerity, and even if they could see the scene of the burning of the city that day, they would not have time to rush to reinforcements. And here, because he and almost all the generals were smashed to death by Yang Feng's giant axe, and the remaining soldiers were frightened and collapsed by the Heavenly Fire Burning City, it can be said that they had no resistance at all, Yang Feng's two thousand iron horsemen broke through the blockade like a bamboo, and then headed towards his next stop.

His next stop was ......

Tokyo Bianliang.

Only three hours later, the torrent of this iron cavalry smashed open the gate of the Wei clan, and then cleaned all the Jin officials in the city as fast as possible, and at the same time opened the doors of the warehouses everywhere, and then did not care about staying to preside over the grain distribution and field, and after a little rest, they went straight out of the city to the north, and only an hour later they arrived at the place that made the future generations sigh.

Zhu Xianzhen.

"Marshal, do you want to pay tribute to the old marshal here."

Liang Xing asked.

"No, in the future, I will build a temple for my father here, and then cast those traitorous ministers into kneeling statues and place them here, so that they will be scolded for generations!"

Yang Feng said.

He has no time to pay tribute now, tens of thousands of Jin soldiers are still chasing behind, and at this time it is estimated that the remaining Jin army in Zhengzhou and Guide has also gotten the news, and soon the army will swarm in, he must break through Bianliang as quickly as possible, and then expand the army in Bianliang City and rest, now his army has expanded to 2,000 people, it is necessary to consider the problem of logistics supply, and there are mountains of materials in Bianliang City, as long as he takes Bianliang for a short time, he has nothing to worry about.

As for the besieging soldiers......

Whoever dares to attack will continue to throw gasoline cans over their heads.

It is indeed difficult for him to replenish the munitions, but gasoline is in that place in Mongolia, as long as he has money, he can buy as much as he wants, and no one needs to come forward, Xiaoqian can hide in the garage and place an order directly online, and there are old customers who are responsible for solving the remaining problems for him, and those Mongolian officials who have received a lot of bribes from him will not care about him buying a thousand tons of gasoline.

In this case, Liang Xing didn't say anything more.

Immediately afterwards, the torrent of this iron horse crossed Zhuxian Town and went straight to the former capital of the Great Song Dynasty.

Dozens of miles away for the cavalry is only an hour's journey, soon in front of them appeared the majestic ancient city, in the endless Central Plains land, the towering city wall spans more than ten miles, the Dai Lou in turn, Nanxun, Chenzhou Sanmen City Tower is towering, in front of the triple city wall of the urn city and the sheep and horse city, the frozen moat is like a silver belt, the Cai River channel extending from the water gate is juxtaposed left and right, the tall towers can be seen standing in the city, and even some high-rise buildings are faintly recognizable.

"A volume of Qingming Shanghe map writes all the prosperity of Tokyo, which makes people feel like a dream, but unfortunately a dream is a dream after all, no matter how beautiful the prosperity is not protected by strong force, it can only be trampled into a bubble by the iron hooves of the alien race, no matter how beautiful the painting is, no matter how well the poem is written, after all, it can't stop the falling butcher's knife, when the heavenly street is trampled on the bones of the princess, and the inner library is burned into splendid ashes, I don't know those literati in Bianliang City who claim to be the pillars of the country, regard the warriors as pigs and dogs, and whether they have the leisure to continue to chant Fengyue!"

Yang Feng said with emotion.

"Marshal, they will lie at the feet of those aliens and wagging their tails and begging for mercy, while continuing to chant Fengyue."

Liang Xing said.

"Well, let's let them try our butcher's knife again!"

Yang Feng said.

"Kill, kill all the Jurchens, kill, kill all those traitors! Ma, I have long wanted to kill a good one, I want to vomit when I look at the faces of those Wenchen in Jiangnan, without our protection, they would have let the whole family be arrested by the Jin soldiers, and even the wife and daughter have been used as playthings, so I have lived a stable life for a few days again, and I began to unload the mill and kill the donkey and take the martial artist as a person! ”

Liang Xing said.

"Go, kill all the Jurchens, kill all the traitors!"

Meng Lin on the other side raised his knife and shouted excitedly.

"Let's go, enter Bianliang!"

Yang Feng roared.

Then he urged his horse forward.

At the same time, the carriage that had pulled the tomahawk for him followed.

Soon the torrent of cavalry rushed to the gate of Dailou, at this time the Jin soldiers who stayed in the city had begun to enter the city, but the big army took away almost all the elites, and the people who stayed in Bianliang were nothing more than thousands of old and weak, not to mention defending the entire Bianliang, that is, the city wall of more than ten miles to the south was not enough. Fortunately, the defenders were somewhat comforted by the fact that the number of Yuejia troops attacking was also small, and two thousand people could not attack such a huge castle under any circumstances.

And yet they were wrong.

They were deeply wrong.

That's not just two thousand, but a Tyrannosaurus rex.

Just when there were still a few hundred meters away from the city wall, Yang Feng stopped his subordinates, then turned over and dismounted, grabbed his giant axe from the carriage, and sideways the murder weapon that was still pasted with the dried blood stains of Da Xuan and others, and walked straight to the Dailou Gate in countless stunned eyes.