"The natives are coming!"

The soldiers rubbed their eyes and waited, yawning for the sky.

When everyone's sleepiness was dissipated when they heard the alarm.

"Prepare……"

Tang Ren stood in front of him as if he was standing on the top of Fuzhou City.

In the prefectures, Zhe Jizu was the main force in combat, and here, Song Shiyao did not have much experience as much as his.

"Bound formation..."

Countless crossbowmen began to assemble and quickly turned the strings.

"The cavalry came out of the back and went around to the wings."

Tang Ren was very confident that he could defeat the natives, so he arranged the cavalry to the two wings and launched a general attack at a critical moment.

"Infantry array!"

A defensive formation will be ready soon.

The natives flocked to the scene. After seeing the Song people's array, someone shouted: "They are prepared!"

"Kill it!"

The leader was shouting, "They don't have many people! Go up and kill them all."

Yes! The Song army doesn’t look like there are many people, and the array is a bit thin.

The natives cheered up and started running wildly with cheers.

"Cross the crossbow arrow... let it go!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The black cloud appeared, the leader looked up at the black cloud and murmured: "Isn't the sky blue? Why are there dark clouds?"

They had never seen the Song Dynasty crossbow formation, but they thought it was a dark cloud.

The dark clouds are falling rapidly...

Puff puff puff puff puff puff!

The sound of crossbow arrows stabbing into the human body came densely, followed by screams.

The leader looked at a native man in front of him and was shot three times, staggered and ran a few steps, and then fell head-on.

A crossbow arrow pierced the leader's helmet.

He wanted to take off his helmet, but the crossbow arrow was stabbed in his skull but it was very strong.

"Kill them all!"

A helmet blocked him for a moment, and he felt that this was not a fatal injury, so he mustered up his courage again.

The second wave of black clouds emerged.

A blank area appeared on the ground, with countless corpses lying there, and the howling sounded even more heart-shaking than the dark clouds.

The fierce local people were scared.

They are never afraid of close combat, but they are shot overturned by crossbows before they can catch the enemy. How can they fight this battle?

What powerful tool did the Song people make?

Until now, they still can't believe there is such a dense rain of arrows.

When the third wave of dark clouds appeared, morale completely collapsed.

"Strike! Strike!"

Tang Ren got on the horse and waved his sword and shouted: "Let us fight to the southwest!"

"A battle will determine the southwest!"

As long as the first wave of natives go down the mountain to farm, as long as their lives are better than those in the mountains, those natives will go down the mountain in a constant stream.

This is Shen An’s plan: to tempt it with profit!

Attendant, your words are indeed correct!

Tang Ren was silently grateful to Shen An and then pointed the knife ahead.

The horns roared and the cavalry on both wings were dispatched.

The infantry began to run wildly.

"Strike!"

Amid the cheers, the locals stopped, and they felt that they might win if they fought each other in close combat.

"Cross the crossbow arrow... let it go!"

But they didn't know how rich the Song Dynasty was.

The crossbowmen followed closely behind the infantry and poured arrows again as they ordered.

"kill!"

Tang Ren always hid behind Zhe Jizu in the prefecture, but here he rushed to the front.

The civil servants stayed in the camp, and some people got a telescope and were talking about the battle situation while watching.

"The Tang Chief is so brave! He killed the enemy and chopped off the native man with one knife."

Everyone looked at each other, and someone said, "This... is this a civil servant?"

"We... aren't civil servants, aren't we?"

When did the civil servants personally rush forward? And they were still rushing in front.

An official said: "Last time... I have been in battle, and many officials have taken the battle."

The broadcast continues.

"The leader was shouting, he killed one of our sergeants..."

The atmosphere was a bit solemn.

"The chief went up, the chief was angry, and he rushed towards the leader."

"One knife, two knife... OK! Hahaha! OK, the commander killed the leader with one knife, and then carried his head..."

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

After slaying the generals and snatching the flag, someone among the civil servants was rushing with blood and said, "I can't sit still. I'm going to kill the enemy!"

He drew his long sword and rushed out.

Everyone looked at each other.

"The chief is shouting."

"Get in, go in!"

A civil servant blinked his eyes and felt like he...

"I think I'm just a coward... not a man."

He pulled out his long sword, "But I want to be a man who stands tall and upright, so I will kill the enemy, I will go."

He rushed up, with a strong body.

This is not the era when eight-legged essays were rampant in later generations. At that time, literati were soaked in articles and poems that they could not extricate themselves, and they were so weak that they could not say it.

A civil servant walked up to the front and took a deep breath, "Are we men?"

"yes!"

Everyone responded together.

The civil servant said, "I remember that when Cong Xinhou was fighting here, he asked a question... Are your eggs still there?"

This is humiliation.

"exist!"

Everyone's faces turned red, but not shy, but their blood was boiling.

The civil servant turned around and shouted, "Follow me and kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!"

A group of civil servants rushed up with their swords, which made the left-behind soldiers stunned.

"Is this a civil servant?"

"It's a civil servant."
To be continued...