V2.Chapter 183

Xia Qing also wants to reinforce Jin'an, but his army is pitifully few, only more than 10000 people, and his combat power is not strong. Even if he goes, he can't solve the substantive problems.

One of his staff saw his concerns, He admonished him, "why don't you send out the recruits in the camp? There are as many as 30000 recruits. They have been trained in the camp for some time. Although they haven't reached the standard, they are not far away. There are 30000 recruits, plus more than 10000 officers and soldiers of our side, there are more than 40000 people. Even if the combat power is slightly poor, the urban defense of Jin'an can make up for the deficiency."

Yo! That's a way! Xia Qing's eyes lit up first, then shook his head again and again and said, "but the recruits are not at my disposal. Where do I have the right to mobilize the recruits to join the war?"

This is the truth. As the chief General of Beiying camp, his duty is to guard the camp and train recruits. He has the right to train, but has no command. If he wants to mobilize recruits, he needs the approval of Shao Fang.

The staff said positively: "In extraordinary times, we can only use extraordinary means. Once Jin'an is lost, our northern battalion's defense can't resist the attack of the wind army. If we want to keep the camp, we must first keep Jin'an. The generals are outside, and the military orders are not accepted. Now Jin'an and the northern battalion are in danger. The general mobilizes new soldiers to join the war. Even if you let the king know in the future, the king will never blame the general and will only praise the general The army is resourceful and wise and decisive. "

"Oh..." Xia Qing was so excited by the staff that she bowed her head and remained silent, considering the advantages and disadvantages.

Seeing this, the general who came to Jin'an for help quickly stepped in and said, "general, Jin'an's garrison is less than 20000. Now it has withstood the fierce attack of 100000 troops of the wind country. As long as the general is willing to help, he will be able to keep the wind army out of the city!"

The words of the partial general are naturally exaggerated, but it is true that the Jin'an army still does not lose the wind with less war and more. Xia Qing frowned and pondered for a while. Finally, she crossed her heart and said, "OK! I will personally lead the soldiers and recruits of the camp to reinforce Jin'an!"

Hearing this, all the people in the camp looked happy.

Xia Qing's decision is undoubtedly right. At this critical moment, regardless of emotion and reason, the Mo army of Beiying should go to reinforce Jin'an, which is close at hand. However, people never dreamed that this seemingly correct decision led the Beiying army into an irreparable hell.

Xia Qing, general of Mo guoce, led the more than 10000 Beiying army and 30000 recruits to leave Beiying and go north to reinforce Jin'an.

When the mighty man rode to the road section in the middle of Jin'an and Beiying, suddenly there was a loud whistle and a loud cry of killing. Then, arrows rained in all directions, and countless wind troops rushed out of the dark.

On the way from Beiying to Jin'an, there were many wind troops lying in ambush, which was not expected by Mo Jun. because there was no news in advance, people even doubted whether the wind troops in front of them fell from the sky.

Unprepared and unprepared, the Mozambican army of more than 40000 people was killed unprepared by the ambushed 30000 Feng army. Although there were many Mozambican soldiers, the scene was completely one-sided.

In particular, the 30000 recruits in the Mozambican army were completely blinded by the sudden wind army. The recruits didn't know how to respond, and they didn't teach these in their daily training. People stood up in their original place as if they were numb. They didn't know whether to resist or retreat now. If they resisted, they didn't know whether to line up or fight alone.

Life and death, everyone is in a desperate battlefield, life and death is only between one thought, and no one will have time to teach you how to do it. All the experience is groped out with sweat and blood by himself and his fellow brothers. All the veterans are elite people selected after countless bloody battles and baptisms.

This is the difference between recruits and veterans. The reason why the wind army is good at fighting is that it is strong in individual and overall combat. In addition, it is also very important that it has rich combat experience. In the long-term uninterrupted battle, recruits can grow into veterans in the shortest time. Recruits who become veterans can bring more recruits into veterans in the next battle. In this cycle, brave and experienced people emerge in endlessly.

If the Feng army is suddenly ambushed, even if there is no command from the general and commander, the soldiers below know how to protect themselves, how to respond, how to cooperate with their companions, and can protect themselves and kill the enemy to the greatest extent. However, the recruits of Mozambique can't do this at all. Under the raid of the Feng army, 30000 recruits are like headless flies, and people shout and horses hiss, Crying and shouting, in a mess.

Don't mention them. Even Xia Qing, the commander of the Mozambican army, was flustered and looked left and right. He didn't know how to deal with the enemy around him.

Xia Qing, a noble born general, has never been on the battlefield or experienced a war. In his imagination, the two armies are at war. As a leader of one side, he just needs to plan strategies in the rear and give instructions. Now, he is suddenly in the vortex of war between the two sides, surrounded by people and the enemy, He didn't know what to do or what order to give.

Whoosh!

A streamer shot from nowhere hit his horse's leg. The horse suffered from pain. His two front hoofs were raised high and barked strangely. Xia Qing, who was in a panic, was directly turned off the horse.

The fall finally woke him up, sat on the ground, blushed and had a thick neck, pulled his throat and shouted, "fight! Fight! Our soldiers, line up to fight!"

The Mozambican army also wants to form an array, but now it can't form an array. The storming wind army is like a tiger down the mountain. It tore open the peripheral defense line of the Mozambican army, rushed into the Mozambican army camp, and launched a close hand to hand combat with the Mozambican army.

This kind of battle, which is not opportunistic and depends on personal strength, is the favorite battle of the wind army. Countless red eyed wind troops threw off their armor, tore up their uniforms, fought shirtless, brandished their weapons to the enemy crazily, chopped one enemy after another to the ground, cut off the opponent's head and wrapped it around their waist in a bun.

In the eyes of Mo Jun, the wind army with ferocious facial features, covered with blood and bloody head on his waist is no different from the devil drilled out of hell.

There is no need for the wind army to rush forward. Just seeing the appearance of the wind army from a distance, the soldiers of the Mozambican army have a cold and fear in their hearts. Their legs and stomach turn cramps and retreat involuntarily.

The most exciting thing in this battle is Qi Heng. As a Mo bandit, he felt such excitement for the first time. His blood was boiling. Looking at the wolf like wind army around him, he sighed in his heart that this is the real warrior, this is the real division of tiger and wolf, and this is the brother in uniform who is really qualified to fight side by side with him.

The fighting spirit and ferocity of the wind army also stimulated Qi Heng's long dusty animal nature to the greatest extent. The Mo army in front of him had no feelings of compatriots. He took the nine turn soul breaking knife in his hand, rushed into the crowd, rushed left and right, and killed.

Qi has boundless horizontal force and profound cultivation. Its combat power can be placed among the super first-class generals in various countries at present. He killed into the Mozambican army camp, which really became a nightmare for the Mozambican army. Every time the spirit knife cuts, there will always be several Mo soldiers dead on the spot. Every time the spirit knife releases its skills, there will always be dozens or hundreds of Mo soldiers falling in a pool of blood.

He rushed down all the way. Everywhere he passed, there were corpses and rivers of blood. Unknowingly, he had killed in the middle of the Mo army camp. He looked forward and saw the handsome flag of the Mo army not far away. He laughed on his back, raised his knife and clapped his horse, and rushed across.

Seeing an enemy general coming to kill him, Xia Qing, who had just changed his horse, trembled and shouted to the three remaining Generals: "meet the enemy! Stop the enemy general quickly!"

Three Mojun generals shouted loudly and urged their horses to rush to Qiheng. After three people are in a hurry, don't rush out of the hand of ten thousand enemies, wait for three people to be in a hurry, don't rush out of the hand of ten thousand enemies? Release the pole.

The three generals tried their best to release their Lingwu skills and managed to confuse Qi Heng's spirit? The pole came down, but before they had time to catch their breath, Qi Heng urged the horse to rush to the middle of the bad general, and the knife fell. There was a click in the ear wheel. The nine turn soul breaking knife cut the bad general with a gun in two.

"Ah --"

The two generals on the left and right could see clearly, and both screamed. They stabbed fiercely with the same horizontal gun and took the horizontal left and right ribs.

The latter shouted, "come on!" He leaned back to make an iron bridge, and his whole body was almost close to the horse's back.

Shua, Shua!

Two spirit spears flied over him. Before the other party could take back the spirit spear, he moved his arms horizontally, fiercely picked up the spirit knife and shouted, "let go!"

Clang!

With a harsh sound of iron collision, his spirit knife was knocking on the double guns, and the two generals were obedient. The spirit guns in their hands flew away and spun into the air. Look at the palms of the two generals. The spirit armor on the palms was shattered, and the blood trickled down along the fingers.

oh dear! This man's strength is so great! The faces of the two generals have changed greatly. They have no weapons in their hands. Where can they be opponents of others? The two men pulled their horses and wanted to run. Qi Heng sneered, raised the knife and fell, and made two heavy splits to the left and right.

Click, click! Two crisp knives.

Two big heads rolled to the ground, and two headless bodies were dragged away from the battlefield by frightened horses.

Three Mo generals were killed in a row. Qi Heng was more angry. Looking at Xia Qing, who was flustered and was about to urge his horse to escape, he shouted, "rat, where else do you want to run?"

Xia Qing was frightened to death by this sound. The latter gave a strange cry, slipped his feet on the stirrup, rolled over and rolled off the horse.

Qi Heng laughed, quickly stepped forward, crossed his arms, stabbed Xia Qing's chest with the knife in the front and the knife head in the back. When he heard a puff, the knife directly pierced Xia Qing's chest. Qi horizontal arm made great efforts, raised the spirit knife, and lifted Xia Qing, who was still breathing, into the air.