On the endless desert, torches dotted in the night. Looking from a distance, the torches seemed to be integrated with the sky and turned into stars in the sky.

Walking day and night, Song Wensong led the cavalry to move south quickly, and the infantry had been left behind far behind. The only thing he could control now was these five thousand tiger hunting cavalry.

It is difficult to walk in the middle of the night. Horses in the desert run too fast and cannot see clearly, and easily hurt their hooves. If a good horse is injured and cannot fight for a short time, the loss will be a cavalry.

"Three Young Master, it's time for us to set up camp! We'll make half the effort with twice the effort at night. Besides, even if we reach the Kaner River at this time, we may not be able to cross the river. Yumu County has changed hands at this time!" Xing Zheng patted his horse and said to Song Wensong.

He was the military advisor who sent troops to Song Wensong this time. Song Wensong sent troops to sweep from south to north, and Xing Zheng's plan played a huge role.

Song Wensong suddenly decided to go south when the situation was very good. Xing Zheng had a great opinion on this. In his opinion, since he was to put it to death, he could not look back.

What Yumu County left was originally some veterans and weak soldiers. If they were left, they were prepared to abandon them. The word "will be willing to give up" must be obtained. If you have to give up in times of danger, how can you be indecisive?

If Song Wensong wants to dominate the northwest and become a hero, the kindness of a woman is absolutely not good. Even if he pretends to win over the hearts of the people, there is no need to work day and night to hurt his combat power.

Song Wensong sat on the horse with a fat body. The repeated battles did not make him lose weight at all. The fat on his face was still very terrifying.

He snorted softly and shook his head and said, "This place is only more than twenty miles away from the Kaner River, so we must not stop. Before tomorrow morning, we will cross the Kaner River and fight with Hekuo in the place where our elm bend!"

Song Wensong said this sentence in a decisive way. His eyes were filled with brilliance. He held a pair of iron spears with big hands, and his whole body was full of murderous intent.

"Tell me my order and use all the horse materials to feed the horses. If anyone dares to leave the horse materials, do military law!" Song Wensong said.

Feed the horses and rush to the road, slow down, so that the horses can recover their foot strength. The cavalry turned into infantry, and they walked all the way twenty miles. This would neither hurt the horseshoe nor consume the horses' foot strength.

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

Song Wensong was very insightful about this, and he said lightly: "Many times, many things are actually a gamble! For me, since the Battle of Qiaotan last year, the choice was not on my side.

This time, the rich wife came out in full swing and insisted on fighting with me. I don’t know how much benefit the eldest and second brothers were. My 100,000 elite soldiers in the northwest resisted the Turks and could only protect themselves and win and lose each other.

Now let me fight against the rich wife with five thousand cavalry and more than ten thousand infantry now. Can this be a winner or defeat?"

Song Wensong said something, and everyone around him looked at each other and lowered their heads. Song Wensong suddenly inserted the iron spear in his hand to the ground, shouted loudly, and said:

"So, wealth and honor are sought in danger, I can only bet! Lu Zheng, this person, is in line with my temperament, is an amazing person. He dares to defend the city, I dares to attack, he is betting, and I am also betting.

If I am afraid, he will die, and I will have no way to survive. If he is afraid, he will be difficult to survive and I will not be able to survive! He understands this, so he is not worried that I will not fulfill my promise. I am the third son of the Song family in the Northwest China, and I am not as brave as a weak scholar?"

Song Wensong let out a long breath, looking at the boundless front, the elm was right in front of him, and he himself didn't believe that Lu Zheng was still alive, so no matter who rushed back, he seemed to have made a big mistake.

However, he finally decided to gamble because he felt that Lu Zheng was not like a person who died prematurely, and even more because he felt that he had never seen through Lu Zheng.

Song Wensong was circling the northwest. He never took the rest of the northwest except the prince of the Qi family and his father Song Naifeng. His two brothers could not catch up with him in terms of wisdom or force. Among his peers, he was so lonely that he didn't even have the partner to talk to.

Until he met Lu Zheng, he fought with Lu Zheng several times but did not get any advantage. Especially in Yumu, Song Wensong occupied the geographical advantage and wanted to give Lu Zheng a warning, but he did not expect Lu Zheng to kill someone in his tent, and took advantage of the opportunity to pull Song Wensong down, allowing Song Wensong to completely break up with his two brothers.

Song Wensong was on the dead end and could only tie him up with Lu Zheng, so that Lu Zheng would no longer have to worry about the threat from the capital.

These things seem easy to say, but they are extremely difficult to do. Lu Zheng's none of his actions or decisions may lead to death. However, at the critical moment, he would stop and be decisive and courageous without any hesitation. Song Wensong felt inferior to that skillfulness 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 for him to defend the city with his thinking, but Lu Zheng might not be sure!

Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. Song Wensong has a bad card in his hand. He doesn’t have many choices, so he still wants to bet even though he knows that he is extremely risky. If he loses the bet, he will lose all his money. If he wins the bet, he will soar to the sky. It is indeed like this...

"Lu Zheng, Lu Zheng, I hope you can really create miracles. If I can win this time, I will always 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.

He rushed to the road all night, and before dawn, the cavalry rushed to the Kaner River. Song Wensong immediately ordered the pontoon bridge to rectify his equipment and boarded the horses across the river overnight.

When he and his group arrived at Yumu City, it was just dawn, and Song Wensong saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Looking at Yumu City from a distance, where is it still a city? It is clearly a slaughterhouse with flesh and blood piled up. Countless corpses piled up under the city walls, and blood gathered in the desert to form a small river. Just look at it at this point, Yumu is a purgatory on earth. With Song Wensong's more than ten years of war experience, he could not imagine how this battle was fought. What means did Lu Zheng use to fight the war like this.

Not only him, but all the strategists and generals around him were stunned. No one could believe that the scene in front of him was true. How could this be possible?

"Three Young Master, look, the flag hanging on the city wall is still the character "Lu"!" A thousand households said in extreme shock.

"Haha!" Song Wensong suddenly laughed. He raised the iron spear in his hand and said, "Lu Zheng, my second brother, it turns out that a hero is a young man. I, Song Wensong, never convinced me, today I, convinced me!"

"Transfer our military orders, and everyone lined up to get into the city!" Song Wensong said loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of a horn in the city. The south gate opened with a loud bang, and a group of people came out of the south gate. Who was the leader who was not Lu Zheng?

The cavalry came out of the city gate, and the infantry came out one after another. The infantry lined up in front, lined up with huge shields, and the sound of horns sounded again. This time the sound of horns was surging, as if they were about to attack.

Below the hill opposite, there was a sound of horse neighing, followed by a dense sound of horse hooves like drums. In the other side of the valley, the Turkic cavalry showed his head. The leader was in a red helmet and covered with golden armor. Song Wensong could recognize this person without looking at his face. This is undoubtedly his old rival, the rich lady!

Mrs. He Kuo personally led the troops, and tens of thousands of cavalrymen came over like wind and clouds. While he was still on the way, he saw the battle formation outside Yumu City from afar. The corners of his mouth raised slightly and said:

"Kill me! This man surnamed Lu is finally a man. He knows to die while standing and doesn't want to live on his knees. There is nothing to say. Kill them and kill all these Dakang bastards!"

"Kill them all!"

The Turkic Iron Cavalry stirred up dust in the sky, and the cavalry, known as the number one in the field battle, began to attack. When Song Wensong saw this scene, his passion in his heart was instantly ignited. Not only him, but also all the generals and soldiers around him, and everyone's chests were stained with flames.

If thousands of soldiers in Lu Zheng defended the city, it would be difficult for the Turkic Khan to join the rich wife to advance in an instant. Such a method is simply beyond comparison to ghosts and gods.

At the end of the city, the ammunition and food were exhausted and unwilling to sit and wait for death. He led only a few hundred cavalry and thousands of remaining soldiers out of the city to fight and face the charge of the Turkic cavalry. What kind of courage is this?

If you have to die, you will be on the battlefield. If you don’t die for thousands of years, you will die standing and die on the battlefield. A man is not afraid of horses and corpses!

Song Wensong raised his iron spear and shouted: "Showing out the flag and blowing the trumpet. At this point, any man in my great health will be redundant except killing any other thoughts. Brothers! The robes are right under the city. We and the brothers guarding the city attacked each other, defeating the Hekuo Madam and killing all the Turkic barbarians!"

When Song Wensong roared, the whole army started roaring, and the five thousand men only roared in one word: "Kill!"

The tiger hunting rider, who had enough horsepower, started instantly, and the horn sounded aroused. The flag of the character "Song" was raised high, fluttering in the wind. Song Wensong rushed in front. His tall and strong body was as powerful as a sculpture. The iron cavalry behind him poured down like a convolution of black clouds, swallowing thousands of miles of a tiger!

"I, Song Wensong, are here! We are the rich wife, dare you fight to the death with me!" Song Wensong roared to the sky, like a tiger and wolf howling.

There was a thunder sound out of nowhere, and the soldiers guarding the city under the city wall cheered together. Some veterans couldn't help but burst into tears and shouted: "The reinforcements have arrived, the reinforcements of the third young master are back!"

With this shout, the entire army exploded in an instant. Everyone who had the determination to die suddenly saw the hope of life. It was a desperate situation. It was a desperate situation. That feeling was really hard to express in words.
Chapter completed!