Chapter 518

Hundreds of miles northwest of Yanming pass, a group of ragged northwest troops are trapped in a deserted canyon by Dayin people.

The whole Canyon is barren and covered with yellow sand. The jagged rocks in the Canyon have been eroded by wind and sand for many years. But it is this place that allows them to support hard in the case of fatigue and scars.

But... It's only temporary. All they have to deal with now is the soldiers who find them first. It won't be long before Dayin people from all directions will receive the news and rush over. At that time, even if they insert wings, they may be difficult to escape from heaven.

"Young Marshal, brothers escort you out!" the adjutant bent down and dived to song Lang and shouted in the continuous gunfire around him.

Song Lang's face was pale, but his eyes were full of the color of killing.

Song Lang said in a deep voice, "don't be silly. Where else can you go now?"

The Deputy official said, "even if we are all dead, we must send the Young Marshal out."

Song Lang said, "I can't go far now. It's better to fight to the death than to run away in a hurry. Even if I can't go back, I'll leave those Dayin people here!"

They still have more than 1000 people, and there are less than 2000 Dayin people outside. A desperate fight may not be able to fight a path of blood, but... Song Lang can't think or think about what he will face when he rushes out.

They were trapped in the encirclement of Dayin people, who kept narrowing the encirclement, obviously to catch song Lang.

Although someone was sent out to report, I'm afraid the result of the attention paid by the Dayin people to song Lang is also worrying.

The adjutant gritted his teeth and said nothing. He also knew that song Lang was telling the truth. Not to mention the Young Marshal, they are also soldiers trapped and Ma fan. Many people are still injured. It is almost impossible to escape the blockade of Dayin people.

After a moment of silence, the adjutant finally punched around and clenched his teeth, "Young Marshal is right. Even if we die, we have to drag Dayin people on the back!"

The war in the canyon became more and more fierce. Although the northwest army was weaker than the Dayin army, they all held the heart of death. Without absolute advantage, the Dayin people couldn't take them for a time, and paid quite serious casualties.

But Dayin people were not in a hurry, because they knew that the northwest army didn't have much ammunition. If they fought like this, they would soon run out of ammunition, but they still had reinforcements.

Sure enough, an hour later, the gunfire of the northwest army was obviously rare.

Dayin's commander was in high spirits and finally showed a proud smile. He shouted, "they have no ammunition. Be sure to destroy these people before the reinforcements arrive, and there will be a heavy reward for catching song Lang alive!" there are only so many rewards, which is more pleasant than sharing with others.

The Dayin people who had been somewhat tired because of the long stalemate immediately cheered up and rushed to the canyon one after another.

There are many sand and stones in the valley. If those people hide, they are useless only by ordinary guns. They must approach to hurt the enemy. They were light cavalry searching for song Lang's whereabouts outside. They were not equipped with the heavy weapons and naturally could not bombard inside.

The northwest army did not keep shrinking. When they were approaching, a group of embarrassed soldiers rushed out of the stone forest. They only rushed to the opposite enemy under the cover of a few firepower.

The Dayin people on the opposite side were naturally not afraid. These Anxia people, who were obviously at the end of their power, shouted and rushed over one after another, because they saw song Lang!

Song Lang is the young commander of the northwest army named by the top. If anyone can catch him, he can enjoy endless glory and wealth in his life.

The two armies soon melee into a regiment, so the gun is not a good weapon, and everyone began close combat.

Song Lang was almost stained with blood, most of which were the enemy's blood. But his condition is not very good. After a long period of vigorous exercise, his injury, which had improved a little, began to deteriorate. The wound is painful and inflamed. The most important thing is that his head is a little dizzy now. His eyes were even a little blurred, and his movements were all instinctive. Rao was so. Beside him lay a dead body of the enemy.

Such bravery made the Dayin commander standing outside the battlefield admire, "major commander of the northwest army, such bravery really deserves its reputation."

The man next to him said, "no matter how powerful it is, it's not in our hands? Sir, it's a great achievement this time. What else can song ye do for his most valued son in our hands?"

While talking, he waved to the people next to him.

A man has pointed a long gun at Song Lang in the battlefield. It is not easy to accurately hit a person at such a distance in the chaotic battlefield. After all, people are not fixed targets, and song Lang is not.

"Don't kill me."

Silently, the gunman nodded his head, but his eyes were still staring at the man who was fighting desperately.

Song Lang vaguely felt that someone was staring at him, but his situation at this time did not allow him to carefully distinguish where the dangerous eyes came from. Because compared with the unknown danger, his surroundings are more dangerous.

The bayonet in his hand had fallen to the ground. Song Lang didn't look at it. He took out the dagger from his waist and cut a man's throat. At the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder. Song Lang turned back and raised his hand to grasp the blade that pierced his back shoulder. Completely ignoring the wound and pain, he turned sideways and kicked the people behind him out. At the same time, he himself stumbled and almost fell into the yellow sand.

There was a roar behind him, and a big Yin soldier angrily stabbed song Lang with a bayonet.

Song Lang's right shoulder was seriously injured and his left hand was cut by a sharp blade. He was already unable to fight again. He pulled out the knife on his back shoulder with no pain on his face, and threw the knife at the big Yin man.

"Young commander?!" the soldiers of the northwest army nearby screamed and wanted to rush over, but they were entangled by the Dayin people in front of them and couldn't get away. They could only watch the man avoid the knife thrown by song Lang and stab the bayonet in his hand directly into song Lang's chest.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang"

The three shots sounded suddenly in the canyon almost at the same time, but they seemed particularly clear on the noisy battlefield.

A blood spot opened in the eyebrows of the Dayin soldier who stabbed song lang. he opened his eyes and fell behind him.

At the same time, a bullet hit song Lang's right shoulder. The severe pain made song Lang's original vague mind wake up again. He bowed his head and thought bitterly and happily: if he hurt the same place, he would be less injured.

At the same time, the gunman who had just shot fell down at the place where Dayin commander was located outside the battlefield.

Above the canyon, lengsa, who had just fired a shot, dropped the muzzle of the gun to another target. Her eyes had become calm and sharp, but her heart was still undulating.

While shooting to clean up the enemy near song Lang, he ordered, "Jiang Zhan, take someone to kill the commander."

"Fu Yucheng, take people down to clean up."

"Zhou Yan, long-range cover."

The others looked equally dignified. If they came a little later, I'm afraid song Lang would really die here.

"Yes!"

Song Lang immediately noticed that someone was covering himself, and the other party's shooting was very accurate. But for a moment, a vacuum was almost formed around Song Lang, and the soldiers of the northwest army approached song Lang one after another.

The adjutant awkwardly held song Lang with a knife. "Young commander, reinforcements are coming."

Song Lang nodded slightly and whispered, "retreat back and keep a distance from Dayin people."

"Yes."

Before they could execute, gunfire came from both sides of the canyon at the same time.

The firepower is quite fierce. Obviously, the other party's weapons and equipment are much better than Dayin people. But song Lang obviously found that there were not many people on the other side.

However, such elite is enough to deal with the Dayin people who have been fighting with the northwest army for a long time.

The other side is obviously very methodical. There are sharpshooters on the canyon to clear the bottom commanders of Dayin people or people with greater threat, and then focus their fire on ordinary soldiers.

Dayin people were overwhelmed and thought that a large number of reinforcements arrived in Anxia. They immediately retreated back in a mess.

"Boom! Boom!"

When the Dayin people completely separated from the northwest army, there was an explosion in the canyon.

For a time, the dust was flying in the canyon, and the yellow sand was all over the sky. The soldiers of the northwest army could not help raising their hands to cover their mouths and noses, not to mention the Dayin people at the center of the explosion.

"How powerful." the adjutant holding song Lang couldn't help whispering. Are there such powerful people in their northwest army?

Song Lang didn't speak, but his eyes looked at the high place on one side of the canyon.

The sound of gunfire is very stable and the rhythm is stable, just like the mood of the shooter.

But every shot must take away an enemy.

He has only seen such a shooting style in one person.

The battle ended soon, and the gunfire gradually disappeared. After that, a group of people came down from both sides of the canyon and trained to clean up the battlefield.

Fu Yucheng no longer had the excitement and panic of going to the battlefield at first. He calmly cleaned the battlefield with his men to check whether there were any missing fish.

Not far away, Jiang Zhan came with a man. Only Zhou Yan was still guarding at a high place with a sharpshooter.

Lengsa saw that it was all right below, so he stood up and slid down from the edge of the canyon. Climbing the gap of the mountain wall, he fell to the bottom of the valley smoothly all the way.

"Song Shao, you look a little embarrassed." Song Lang is really embarrassed. He is covered with blood and sand. The blood in the wound on his shoulder has soaked most of his shoulder.

Song Lang raised his eyes to lengsa, who was walking towards him with a gun. He smiled helplessly and said, "let the young lady laugh. There is no reward for saving her life. If the young lady needs anything in the future, just talk."

Leng SA said with a smile, "the grace of saving lives should wait until we go out. How, can we hold it?"

Song Lang nodded and said, "no problem."

"That's good." Leng SA was a little relieved. They don't have time to stop here to have a rest now.