"Brothers, kill!"

Wang Song wrapped his hands with strips of cloth, shook the iron gun in his hand, turned the horse's head, and rushed forward again.

Before the oncoming Jurchen knight could pick up his sword, his throat had already been pierced by Wang Song's spear. A Jurchen knight in the back rode a spear and stabbed it directly, but he pounced in the air, with a sharp pain in his chest, and spit out a bloody arrow in his mouth, but he was smashed off his horse by Wang Song.

Two Jurchen warriors, one on the left and one on the right, came by beating horses, and two iron rods were from the bottom to the top, smashing horses and smashing people. Wang Song bent down to avoid the smashing fan, the spear was a little, and the iron rod in the hand of the horse was blocked.

Wang Song rode his horse, and without waiting for the old moves, the gun was smashed back, and the knight who was hit was bleeding all over his face, his helmet fell for half a minute, and the body fell under the horse, but the horse still galloped out.

The other knight had just dropped off his horse's head, and his heart ached, and Wang Song's spear pierced through his armpit and went straight into his body. Wang Song repeated his old skills, fought the spring thunder with his tongue, and yelled "kill", and the spear struggled to pick the knight in the air.

The planter could see clearly from the height of the hillside, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and the western army next to him widened their eyes even more, looking at the god-like Wang Song in the crowd in disbelief.

After a pause, someone shouted loudly: ""Saibawang", a good man, a good job!" ”

The western troops on the hillside next to them also shouted loudly: "Good man, "Saibawang"! ”

You know, this is on a horse, not on the ground, to pick a man of more than 100 catties in the air, and his arms are not strong, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do.

The Jurchen cavalry watched Wang Song show off his might in the battle group, their eyes were blood-red, and their morale was overwhelming.

The soldiers of the Loyal Army were fighting hard, and some of them were numb and exhausted. Suddenly, seeing Wang Song so fierce, he picked up Hu Lu on the horse, and suddenly his courage increased sharply, and the strength in his body seemed to come back, and he shouted "kill the captive" one by one, and pounced on him with his teeth and claws.

The war horse under Wang Song's crotch is tall and majestic, it is the good horse captured from the Golden Knight, and the bodies of Wang Song and the Jurchen Knight, he can actually bear it.

Wang Song exerted his divine strength, threw the corpse of the cavalry out, smashed it into several Jurchen cavalry who pounced, and then slammed into the enemy group, and the iron spear was like the wind, opening and closing, as if killing the gods.

The seed master was dizzy, and couldn't help but praise in his mouth: "Wang Qing, how can your Erlang have such skills, he is simply the overlord of Chu!" ”

Wang Qing also came to his senses after a while, he shook his head and said: "Xianggong, Erlang has been practicing martial arts with his father since he was a child, and his divine power is amazing, I didn't expect it to be so fierce!" I want to come to my Western Army, and there are no such good players! ”

The seed master nodded and said, "The leader of the Western Army has no such divine power. Thinking about it, only Xiang Yu was reborn to have such a spirit! Heroes come out of teenagers, and there are heroes in the Great Song Dynasty! ”

Wang Song rode forward, whether it was the Jurchen knight on the horse, or on the ground, as long as the battle was fierce, he went over to relieve the siege, for a while, his figure was everywhere on the mountain road, and the Jurchen cavalry killed and wounded by his hands was one or two dozen more people.

The key is that most of the Jurchen warriors and fierce generals he killed, thousand-necked and centurions, and the remaining Jurchen knights were terrified, and slowly gathered together, and formed a circle again, wanting to resist stubbornly.

Wang Song looked at it, and hundreds of brothers fell in a pool of blood. He was furious and shouted "dynamite packets", and several of the rebels put down their spears, picked up the remaining explosives packets, lit the fire, and took them in their hands.

Seeing that the rebels had picked up explosives bags in their hands, the Jurchen knights felt bad and wanted to break through, but they were surrounded by the surrounding rebels, with spears and shields, becoming turtles in urns.

"Shield!"

With Wang Song's order, the rebels lit the fuse, and the only two explosives bags in their hands were thrown out and landed in the middle of the crowd of Jurchen cavalry.

The explosion sounded, iron nails flew wildly, and more than a dozen Jurchen cavalrymen were killed or wounded, lying on the ground. Several wounded people had bloody faces and howls of pain, and the rest of the Jurchen cavalry were in chaos amid the mournful roar of the war horses.

The rebels were all hiding behind their shields, and a few people were still injured by flying nails, but they were not critical, and the problem was not big.

The mouth of the valley collapsed, forming a high slope more than ten meters high and six or seven meters wide. Zhang Heng and Dong Ping led the 200 rebels under their command, and quickly climbed up and guarded on it.

After a brief period of surprise, the Jin army began to flock to the top of the valley, trying to occupy the high slope of the valley mouth.

A feathered arrow whistled and pierced through the throat of one of the volunteers, and the man fell straight down, falling heavily and rolling down the hillside. The other volunteer was unable to dodge and was hit by a flying axe, half of his face collapsed.

As soon as a sturdy Jurchen knight climbed up, Dong Ping took his turn out with a knife, and the Jurchen fanzi's head spun in the air a few times and fell to the ground outside, and blood was dripping on the several Jurchen soldiers below.

The two sides come and go, the battle is inseparable, the loyal and righteous army relies on the geographical advantage, and the Jurchen Fanzi relies on the large number of people.

The rebels formed a barrier with shields, protecting the front and the top of their heads, and all the Jurchen fans who climbed up were stabbed through the gaps in the shields and fell off the wall.

The farmer is in a desperate situation, and his mood is no longer as depressed as in the past few days. Seeing Wang Song fighting in the crowd of Jurchen fans, with few generals, he said to his son in admiration: "Xun'er, I didn't expect that Wang Jiaerlang was brave and strategic, and the righteous army was also brave and good at fighting!" Although Wang Qing has good skills, he is far inferior to this Wang Erlang, but unfortunately there is no such talent in my army!"

Chong Xun smiled and said: "Daddy, if you want Wang Jia Erlang to join my Chongjia army, just say it after the war." In the eyes of a child, Wang Song will not refuse! ”

The planter shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I won't see it!" Besides, our family army is now falling apart, so let's get through today's hurdle first. ”

Chong Xun looked at the tragic fight below, and said to the seed master: "Daddy, the children below are fighting hard with Fanzi, so let the children rush to kill for a while, so that they can get out of the sulking of the past few days!"

The seed master nodded, and the seed master went away with a group of personal soldiers. Competing head-on with the Jurchen cavalry, the Western Army is not an opponent, but when it comes to mountain warfare and infantry white-knuckle combat, the Western Army is slightly superior.

Chong Xun arrived with a group of elites, and immediately exchanged hands with the fans below.

Seeing that there are not many soldiers on Wang Song's side, there are tens of thousands of Jurchen soldiers outside the valley, which should not be underestimated. The seed master said to Wang Qing: "You take a battalion of men and horses, bring some divine arm bows, and set them at the mouth of the valley to cheer for the brothers of the righteous army!" ”

Wang Qing was overjoyed and took the order to leave. The seed master looked at the tall fracture, the bloody battle on the mountain road that was about to end, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, could it be that there is really a glimmer of life?

The battle in the ambush circle is bloody and brutal. Wang Song's arms were sore, and he was sweating profusely. Zhai Liang's face and body were covered with blood, as if he had been soaked in blood.

The battle was finally over, and the two smiled at each other, sitting on the ground with their butts on their butts, their big hands clasped tightly together.

"Erlang, you light, I can't stand the gravity of the "Saibawang"!"

Zhai Liang gritted his teeth and frowned.

"Race King?"

Wang Song was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, it seems that Zhai Liang is indeed tired.

Among the rebels, Wang Song, Zhai Liang, and Dong Ping have the highest martial arts, and they are naturally the focus of Fanzi's care.

"Erlang, you think I'm joking, it's the little kind of father-in-law who praised you personally!"

Zhai Liang's eyes widened and said: ""Saibawang", Erlang, in today's battle, your Wang Song will definitely be famous all over the world!"

He looked at Wang Song, shook his head and said, "Erlang, you really guessed it, the little Xianggong fruit has retreated here." I didn't think you still had the power of an unpredictable prophet. Brother, I admire!"

"Official, what should we do next?"

Deng Shixiong asked respectfully on the side.

Before leaving, he was still a little suspicious of Wang Song, but now he has completely and completely surrendered.

In battlefield fighting, the strong have always been kings, and the strong in martial arts are dominant. He also felt lucky to have met such an amazingly powerful Shangguan.

The point is, this person can predict the prophet, no less. This kind of strategizing and commanding kung fu is not something that ordinary people can do.

"Send another 200 brothers up with shields and plug the gap in the valley. The rest of the men cleaned up the battlefield and searched for horses, armor, and food. ”

Wang Song quickly issued a military order.

"Erlang, it's a pity that so many war horses below have all been blown up and shot dead!"

Zhai Liang shook his head, his face full of regret: "If we can bring it back, our Zhai family army will also have cavalry!"

"Brother Zhai, this is all helpless! Now you immediately arrange to divide all the dead horses into pieces and send them to the little breed minister. He has a military pot there, and he immediately starts cooking meat, which is all good things, and the little seed minister no longer has to worry about the lack of food in the army!"

Wang Song patted him on the shoulder: "I promise you, if you have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely give you 200 good horses, so that our Zhai family army also has cavalry!"

"Good!"

Zhai Liang shouted and said happily: "Erlang, a word is a certainty, I am waiting for your war horse!"

Wiped out the four or five hundred gold troops in front of him. He felt that his right arm didn't seem to be his own, and he didn't have any strength in his body, and he was tired to death.

He looked at the long knife in his hand, it had been curled, and it looked like he had to replace it with one more.

The surrounding Western Army soldiers smiled at each other. In the past few days, they have been pursued by the Jurchen army behind their buttocks, and this tone is finally smooth.

Outside the valley mouth, Wanyan Yinshu can be anxious and thunderous. The sound of fighting in the valley has quieted down, I don't know what the situation is, listening to the sound of fighting that has quieted down, I am afraid that the cavalry will be more than lucky.

These Song troops defending on the valley mouth were like chicken blood, dead stubble after stubble, and they just didn't retreat.

Later, in the defending Song army, even the Western Army joined in, and set up bed crossbows and divine arm bows, and it seems that the cavalry that entered the mountain has been completely wiped out.

"Dog's day, have you found it, where did these ambushed Song dogs come from, and how did they appear this time?"

After finishing the Yanyin technique, the Jurchen soldiers below trembled: "General, the scouts have been checking for a long time, but they have found nothing. I guess it's a bandit in the Taihang Mountains!"

"Bandits in the Taihang Mountains?"

Wanyan Yinshu was stunned for a moment, and shouted angrily: "Pass the order, no matter what today, you must leave these Song dogs here!"

His eyes were hideous and bloodshot. Seeing that it was a great success, but now it has fallen short, and the 2,000 cavalry who went in are probably more than lucky.