Pan Meichen on the mountain laughed triumphantly. He shook his head, as if to say: Song Qiang, Ah Songqiang, you are a reckless man at all, how can you be my opponent!
Seeing the death and injury of the army in the horse pit, Song Qiang was in agony, he gritted his teeth, his eyes could burst into flames, he wished he could grab Pan Meichen now and bite him to death bit by bit!
"Pan Meichen, I will fight with you!"
Song Qiang slapped the horse's back with a knife, and the horse ran up the mountain on the snow, shooting at Pan Meichen like a ray of light.
The corner of Pan Meichen's mouth twitched: "It's as easy as crushing an ant for me to kill you!" With one move of his hand, 3,000 crossbowmen were dispatched from the mountain, and their arrows were aimed down the mountain. "Aim at Song Qiang and shoot him to death!"
For a while, the sound of swishing was endless, and thousands of arrows were shot at Song Qiang.
Song Qiang tightened his grip on the horse, swung the sword, and slammed all the flying arrows into the snow. Among the three thousand arrows, none of them could hurt him.
Pan Meichen couldn't help clapping her hands and praised: "It's amazing, it's amazing! It's worthy of being a capable general beside Rong Changan. If he can be used by me, that would be great! It's a pity, it's a pity!" Then he ordered, "Keep shooting until Song Qiang is killed. !"
A snake without a head will not work. If Song Qiang is shot to death, the northern army will be in a mess, and they will be defeated in one blow.
Another round of sharp arrows flew in, Song Qiang felt his hands and arms were numb, and he swung the sword a little slowly. Dang dang dang, sparks flew everywhere, and a wave of feather arrows was thrown to the ground, but none of the three thousand arrows could hurt Song Qiang. However, if Pan Meichen had another round, Song Qiang might not be able to stand it.
At this moment, his war horse jumped up, whistled like never before, and then fell heavily into the snow with a plop, kicked his four feet twice, and then stopped moving. Song Qiang looked and saw that there were no less than ten arrows stuck in the horse's belly. It was already very good for it to last for so long!
This war horse has followed Song Qiang through life and death for many years, just like an old friend. Now that he was shot to death, Song Qiang was in unbearable grief and wept loudly.
The deputy general rushed up: "General Song, Niutoushan is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If we continue to attack like this, we will only lose troops and lose generals. It is better to go south and kill, maybe there is still a glimmer of life!"
Song Qiang's face was full of sadness: "I have fought so many times with General Rong, and I have never retreated. If you want me to retreat, even if I escaped my life, how can I have the face to meet General Rong! Since joining the army, I will hold on to the belief of the shroud of horse leather, and if I can’t take Niutoushan today, I will die here!”
The lieutenant general said: "You only care about your shame to see General Rong, and let so many brothers die in vain, do you have the heart?" The lieutenant pointed down the mountain, "Look, how many people fell into the horse pit? There are still rumors of them in the pit wailing."
Song Qiang suddenly felt that Niutoushan had become a purgatory on earth. He raised his head and let out a long sigh.
"Then it's up to you to rush across the south bank!"
The lieutenant handed the reins of his horse to Song Qiang's hand: "General Song, you are our coach, please don't let anything happen to you, ride my horse and rush across the south bank!"
Song Qiang held the rein and looked at the lieutenant gratefully: "What about you?"
The lieutenant general said: "I will walk and follow with the infantry!"
Da Xing did not hesitate to make small concessions. As the coach, Song Qiang had to ride without a horse. He no longer refused, jumped on the horseback, and cast a concerned look at the lieutenant general: "Take care of yourself, and see you at the South Bank!"
The deputy general punched the horse hard on the buttocks, the horse jumped up, and ran down the mountain.
Pan Meichen saw Song Qiang riding down the mountain, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and ordered the rebels: "Kill to the bottom of the mountain and capture Song Qiang!"
Tens of thousands of horses were coaxed down the mountain, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the momentum was huge. The northern army had been driving all night, and it was already at the end of its strength. How could it be the opponent of the rebels! All the infantry led by the lieutenant general were killed, and none were spared.
Song Qiang took the remaining 10,000 cavalrymen to the north bank, looked back at Niutoushan area and cried loudly, and couldn't help crying in two lines.
"It's all my fault, the entire team was sunk! When I get back to the South Bank, I will definitely commit suicide in front of General Rong, thank you!"
Someone reported in front of the horse: "General, there are rebel guards on the south bank!"
Song Qiang tore off the Quehua bow from the horse, bent the bow and set an arrow: "Brothers, cross the river while shooting at the rebels on the other side!"
The rebels that Pan Meichen was chasing after were gradually approaching like mountains and seas. If they could not cross the south bank quickly, Song Qiang and the remaining northern army would be killed on the north bank. He understands this better than anyone else! Rong Chang'an's brave and capable army must not be destroyed in his hands. He gritted his teeth and let the tears flow, he swore that no matter what, he would bring the remaining Northern Army back to the capital.
More than 10,000 Northern soldiers were panicked and had no fighting spirit. After listening to Song Qiang's words, they all bowed their bows and set up arrows, and went into the water to cross the river.
When the rebels on the south bank saw Song Qiang crossing the river, they shouted loudly: "Northern army crossing the river, shoot arrows immediately!"
All of a sudden, ten thousand arrows were fired, like locusts, flying towards the northern army already in the river.
Ouch! what! The sound of screams filled the entire river. After a round of arrows, no less than a thousand people from the Northern Army were shot to death. Some could not stand firmly and were washed away by the running water.
"Brothers, shoot arrows!" Following Song Qiang's order, the northern army also shot arrows towards the south bank. The south bank was ready, and when the northerners shot their arrows, they withdrew from their shields, and there was a tinkling sound as the arrows hit the shields.
Song Qiang pursed his lips: "Asshole!"
He picked up another arrow, put it on the bowstring, and aimed at the rebels on the south bank. He heard a thunderbolt, and the arrow flew by like a shooting star, and shot at the throat of a leader of the rebels. Can't afford it on the ground.
Then, while urging the horse away, Song Qiang bent his bow and set an arrow, aiming at another leader. With a whoosh sound, his throat was sealed with blood again, and the leader of the rebel army turned over and fell off the horse.
Song Qiang shot five arrows in a row, and the arrows were not in vain. Each arrow killed a leader of the opponent. The rebels saw it, their morale dropped, and everyone was terrified.
Seeing that Song Qiang was about to cross the river with the remaining 10,000 people, Pan Meichen rode to the bank, snorted coldly, took out his bow and arrow, and aimed at Song Qiang's throat.
"Die, Song Qiang!"
Pan Meichen let go of the string with a whoosh, and the arrow went like a shooting star. Song Qiang was about to nock his arrow again when he suddenly heard the sound of wind in the sharp cold air behind him. Knowing that there was a sneak attack, he immediately turned his head and saw Pan Meichen's arrow coming less than a foot away.
Song Qiang was taken aback, and quickly stretched out his hand to grab the arrow, but there was a strong force on the arrow, and it could pass through his hand even if he grabbed it. Pan Meichen has strength, and the bow he draws is as strong as a thousand catties. Therefore, even though Song Qiang stretched out his hand to grab it, the arrow still slipped away from his hand.
Song Qiang yelled, "Not good!"
When he wanted to hide, it was too late, the arrow hit his left shoulder, pierced through the shoulder blade, and a burst of tearing pain filled his whole body.