Bastard’s Resurgence

On the endless desert, the torches were dotted in the night. Looking at it from a distance, those torches seemed to merge with the sky, becoming like stars in the sky.

Day and night, Song Wensong led the cavalry to the south quickly. The infantry had been left far behind. The only five thousand tiger hunting horses he could master now.

It's hard to walk in the middle of the night, and the horse runs too fast in the desert, can't see clearly, and easily hurts its hooves. A good horse, if it hurts its hoof and cannot fight in a short time, it will lose a cavalry.

"San Gongzi, we should set up camp! Tonight, we will get half the result with half the effort, besides, at this time, even if we rush to the Kaner River, we may not be able to cross the river. Yumu County has changed hands at this time!" Xing Zheng shot the horse to Song Wensong. Road beside.

He was the military division who followed Song Wensong to send troops this time. Song Wensong sent troops to sweep from south to north. Xing Zheng's strategy played a great role.

Song Wensong had a complete victory and suddenly decided to go south when the situation was good. Xing Zheng had a lot of opinions about this. In his opinion, since he was left to die, he could not look forward to the future.

The veterans who stayed in Yumu County were originally weak soldiers, and those who were left were ready to abandon them. The word "willing" is the word "willing". You must know how to sacrifice to get it. How can you be indecisive if you need to discard it when you are in danger?

If Song Wensong wants to dominate the Northwest, if he wants to become a hero, the benevolence of a woman is absolutely not good, even if he has to pretend to be a posture, win people's hearts, there is no need to travel day and night, self-harm.

Song Wensong's fat body was sitting on the horse, and his repeated battles did not make him any thinner. The appearance of the fat on his face facing each other was still terrifying.

He snorted softly and shook his head: "This place is only twenty miles away from the Kan'er River. It must not be stopped. Before tomorrow morning, we will cross the Kan'er River and we will be at the place where we are in the Elm Bend. Fight to the death!"

Song Wensong said these words decisively, and there was a sharp light in his eyes, and his big hands were holding the iron spears, and he was full of killing intent.

"Proceed with my order and use all the horse materials to feed the horses. If anyone dares to leave the horse materials, the military will do it!" Song Wensong said.

Feeding the horse on the road, slowing down, allowing the horse to regain its foot strength, the cavalry becomes an infantry, and the 20-mile road is completed all the way, so that neither the horseshoe nor the horse's foot strength is consumed.

Many generals gathered from their respective teams, and many of them were influenced by Xing Zheng, and more or less hesitated about Song Wensong's approach.

Song Wensong watched this cave. He faintly said: "Many times, many things are actually a gamble! For me, since the Battle of Qiaotan last year, the choice is not my side.

And this time Hekuo came out too much, and had to smash with me. I don't know how much benefit I received from the boss and the second. The 100,000 elite soldiers in the northwest of China can only protect themselves against the Turks, and win each other.

Now let me 5,000 cavalry and more than 10,000 infantry stand alone and fight together. Can this be a winner? "

When Song Wensong said something, everyone around him looked at each other and lowered their heads. Song Wensong slammed the iron spear in his hand into the ground, shouted, and said:

"So, I can only bet on wealth and danger, I can only gamble! Lu Zheng, who is in harmony with my temperament, is a remarkable person. He dares to defend the city, I dare to attack, he is betting, I am also betting.

If I persuaded him and he died, there would be no way for me to survive. If he persuaded him, it would be difficult for him to live, and I can't live either! He understands this, so he doesn't worry about me not fulfilling my promises at all. I'm the third son of the Song family in the northwest. Isn't it as courageous as a weak scholar? "

Song Wensong let out a long sigh and looked at the boundless front. Elm was in front of him. He himself didn't believe that Lu Zheng was still alive, so no one seemed to have made a big mistake when he rushed back.

However, he decided to gamble after all, because he felt that Lu Zheng did not seem to have died young, and even more because he felt that he had never looked through Lu Zheng.

Song Wensong is in the northwest, except for the Qi family prince and his father Song Naifeng, the rest of the entire northwest has never been seen in his eyes. His two brothers can't keep up with him whether they are resourceful or armed. He was so lonely that he had no one to speak to.

Until he met Lu Zheng, he played against Lu Zheng several times, but he didn't even take advantage of it. Especially in Yumu, Song Wensong occupied a favorable geographical position. He wanted to give Lu Zheng a prestige, but he didn't expect that Lu Zheng would kill people in his account, and also took advantage of the situation to pull Song Wensong into the water, so that Song Wensong and his two brothers were completely torn apart.

Song Wensong was on a dead end, only to be tied to Lu Zheng, so that Lu Zheng would no longer have to worry about the threat from the capital.

These things seem to be easy to say, but they are extremely difficult to do. Not a single move of Lu Zheng, every decision may lead to death, but when it is critical, he will be decisive, resolute and resolute, without any hesitation. Song Wensong was ashamed of that old spice and courage.

Therefore, Song Wensong did not escape, to a large extent because he trusted Lu Zheng. He felt that Lu Zheng was higher than him, and it was difficult to defend the city with his thinking, but Lu Zheng might not be so!

Life and death are fate, wealth and wealth are in the sky. Song Wensong has a bad card in his hand. He doesn't have too many choices, so he knows that he is extremely risky. He has to gamble. If he loses, he will lose his money. If he wins, he will fly to the sky. , It is indeed like this...

"Lu Zheng, Lu Zheng, I hope you can really create miracles. If I can bet this time, I will follow you for the rest of my life. My ambition is only in the northwest, and your ambition is in the world..." Song Wensong said Silently in his heart.

On the way overnight, the first cavalry rushed to the Kan'er River before the sky was up. Song Wensong immediately ordered the pontoon bridge to be built, and everyone rectified their equipment and got on horses to cross the river overnight.

When he and his party rushed to the bottom of Elm City, the sky was just getting bright, and Song Wensong saw a scene that he would never forget in his entire life.

Looking at Elm City from a distance, where is it still a city? It was clearly an abattoir where flesh and blood piled up, countless corpses piled up under the city wall, and blood gathered in the desert to form a small river. Just looking at it, the elm is the purgatory of the world. He couldn't imagine how this battle was fought, and what methods Lu Zheng used to make the battle like this.

Not only him, but all the counselors and generals around him were all dumbfounded. No one could believe that the scene before him was true. How could this be possible?

"San Gongzi, look, the flag on the wall still bears the character ‘Lu’!" A thousand householders said in shock.

"Haha!" Song Wensong burst into laughter. He raised the iron spear in his hand and said, "Lu Zheng, my second brother, it is true that a hero was born in a young age. Song Wensong never convinced people, so I am convinced today!"

"Pass our military order, everyone lined up to enter the city!" Song Wensong said loudly.

As soon as he fell silent, he suddenly heard the sound of the horn in the city. The south gate suddenly opened, and a sturdy horse came out from the south gate. Who was the leader who was not Lu Zheng?

The cavalry lined up out of the city gate, and the infantry in the back filed out. The infantry was in front, lined up with a huge shield, and the horn sounded once again. This time the horn was loud and surging, as if it were a signal to attack.

Under the opposite hill, there was the sound of horses sizzling, and then there was the sound of horses hoofs like drums. On the other side of the mountain, I saw the Turkic cavalry showing up. The headed man had a red helmet and a gold armor. Song Wensong didn’t need to look at it. The face can be recognized, and this is his old opponent Hekuo too undoubtedly!

He Kuotai personally led the troops. There were tens of thousands of cavalry soldiers. They killed them like a raging cloud. While on the way, he saw the battle formation outside Elm City from a distance.

"Kill me! This surnamed Lu is finally a man. He knows that he is standing dead, and he doesn't want to live on his knees. Then there is nothing to say, kill it, kill all these Dakang bastards!"

"Kill all!"

The Turkic cavalry lifted up the dust, and the cavalry, known as the number one in the field, began to attack. Song Wensong saw this scene, and the blood in his heart was instantly ignited. Not only him, but all the generals and soldiers around him, all of them were stained in their chests. There was a raging flame.

With thousands of soldiers guarding the city, Lu Zheng could make the Great Turkic Khan too wide and difficult to advance. These methods are beyond comparison with ghosts and gods.

Defending the city to the end, there was no ammunition and food, and he was unwilling to wait for death. He led hundreds of cavalry soldiers and thousands of maimed soldiers out of the city to fight, facing the charge of the Turkic cavalry. What kind of courage was this?

To die in the sky, not to die for thousands of years, to die, to stand and die, to die on the battlefield, a man, not afraid of the shroud of horse leather!

Song Wensong raised his iron spear and yelled: "The flag is lighted up and the horn is sounded. At this point, as long as my well-to-do men have nothing to think about except killing, brothers! The robe is under the city. We fought back and forth with the brothers who defended the city, defeated Hekuota, and killed all the Turkic barbarians!"

With Song Wensong's roar, the whole army roared, and the five thousand troops only roared one word: "Kill!"

The tiger hunting ride with sufficient horsepower started instantly, the agitated horn sounded, the flag of "Song" was raised high and fluttered in the wind, Song Wensong rushed to the forefront, his tall and sturdy body was as mighty and strong as a sculpture , The iron cavalry behind him poured down like a black cloud, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger!

"I'm Song Wensong here! Mrs. Hekuo, you dare to fight to the death with me!" Song Wensong roared to the sky, like a tiger and wolf howling.

There was a thunder in the air, and the soldiers guarding the city under the city wall cheered together. Some veterans couldn't help but tears and shouted: "The reinforcements are here, and the reinforcements of the third son have come back!"

With this shout, the entire ranks exploded in an instant. The people who were originally determined to die suddenly saw the hope of life. It can be said that they are coming from a desperate situation. The feeling is really hard to express in words.

Lu Zheng sat on the horse, squeezed his fists, and found that the cold spring was steep, he was heavily armored, but his whole body was completely soaked in sweat, as if he had just been soaked in water...