Fuzhou and Shagujin ferries, on the banks of the Yellow River, in the snowflakes flying, on the ice, pontoon bridges have been erected. The Jurchen army was gathering on the bank, preparing to cross the river.

"It's all a bunch of garbage, you can't get anything to eat, get out of here!"

In a camp tent on the bank of the river, Wanyan Zongbi jumped like thunder, the horse whip was whipped indiscriminately, and several frightened Jin soldiers were swept out of the big tent like frightened mice.

"Your Highness is angry!"

The Han people said with trepidation: "The land beyond the river is sparsely populated, and coupled with the continuous war, the villages have been destroyed and burned. In the bitter cold winter, the people of the Song Dynasty hid in the cities of Fugu and Linzhou, barren places, and it was naturally difficult to find food. ”

From north to south, the Jurchens were slaughtered and villages were burned everywhere they went, including the Suide Army, Yan'an Prefecture, Yanzhou, and Fangzhou. Now that they have been defeated, they are naturally out of supplies.

"I want you to talk too much!"

Wanyan Zongbi suddenly changed color, and suddenly pulled out the long knife, and the head of the Han general flew out in an instant.

The generals in the tent were all taken aback, and they all stood up tremblingly. No one thought that the fourth prince, who was usually a corporal and thirsty for talent, would be so angry that he killed a Han minister.

"Wushu, what are you doing!"

After Yan Zonghan coughed repeatedly, he frowned when he calmed down a bit.

"The army was defeated and Lou Room died, all of which were done by Wang Song. Let's go back, and I don't know how to explain to the leaders of the tribe, so you can bear with it!. ”

Indeed, he was troubled. With such a large casualty, the villages of the Jurchen tribes are probably covered with linen and filial piety, and there are many graves everywhere.

Wanyan Zongbi's face was pale, and he kept walking around the big tent. More than 100,000 Jurchen elite armies were wiped out overnight, and everything was like a dream.

Since the Loyal and Righteous Army came out of the mountain, the Jurchen elite has suffered heavy casualties and suffered great losses. Those numbers are shocking when you think about it.

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The Battle of Taiyuan, the Battle of Fuzhou, and now the Battle of Yaozhou are becoming more and more sinister each one, and the Jurchen elite on the Western Road has almost lost all of them, and the Jurchen knights have lost fifty or sixty thousand people. There are no three out of ten Jurchen elites on the West Road, which can be described as dangerous.

Although the loyal and righteous army also suffered heavy losses, how many Jurchens were there, and how many were the Song people?

Wanyan Zongfu, Wanyan Yanmu, Yelu Mawu, Pucha Shijianu, and now they have lost the Jurchen god of war Wanyan Lou Room, and the Jurchen army can be described as broken.

Although Wanyan Zonghan didn't look down on Wanyan Lou Room very much, and thought that he was a well-deserved "God of War", the death of the rabbit and the fox was sad, and the death of Wan Yan Lou Room still made him frightened.

In this war, the Jin people not only did not plunder any heavy materials, gold and silver money, but lost their soldiers. Not to mention anything else, the loss of war horses alone exceeded 50,000, and most of the abandonment became the loss of the enemy.

In this battle, the Han'er army in Hedong was almost wiped out. It's not easy to get back together so many pawns.

"Xi Yin, why didn't you capture any city, but instead lost your troops? Could it be that it is more difficult to deal with than the loyal army? ”

Wanyan Zongbi's face was gloomy, and he asked sharply; Wanyan Zonghan was silent, and his eyes were confused.

Wanyan Xiyin smiled bitterly and explained patiently.

"The Tanguts had just sent an army of 20,000 troops, and when they saw that it was the loyal and righteous army that came to reinforce them, the Tanguts retreated at night. I only have 20,000 soldiers and horses under my command, and I have lost a few of them, so I can only retreat. ”

"These wall grasses in Western Xia have once again become cowards who escaped from the battle!"

Wanyan Zongbi scolded indignantly, sat aside, and never said a word again.

On the city wall of Fugu, Zhe Keqiu's face was solemn, watching the teams of golden soldiers cross the river, and let the snowflakes fall on his shoulders, still motionless.

"Father, don't hesitate any longer! The Jin people retreated north at this time, and they must have returned defeated. Take advantage of the golden people to cross the river, let's from

If you chase from behind, you will definitely be able to win a lot!"

"Yes! Father, if the Jin people win, they will definitely have a strategy to attack all parts of Shaanxi, and there is no reason to go north! It must be the Jin people who lost the battle, father, decide quickly!"

"Shut up!"

Zhe Keqiu turned his head, his face gloomy and cold as ice.

"Even if the Jin people are defeated and retreated by the loyal army, there are tens of thousands, how can they be easily repulsed. The iron cavalry is vertical and horizontal, and under the fierce battle, I don't know how many sons and daughters of the family are going to die in Huangquan. Let's wait and see. ”

"Father, don't be afraid of the gold thief! You can bombard the Jin people with artillery and earth-shattering thunder, and you can reduce casualties, or maybe ....... ”

Before the words fell, there was a "snap", and Zhi Yanyan received a heavy slap on the face.

"You rebel, are you going to disobey military orders? If you talk nonsense again, let me go to the grave and never come back!"

Zhi Yanruo and a few people hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the red-faced younger brother down, and Zhi Keqiu jumped like thunder, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the past few days, the Jin people have attacked the city, and two or three thousand soldiers have been killed and wounded in the city. If it weren't for the loyal and righteous army forcing back the Jurchens and the Western Xia army, Fuzhou would definitely be more than lucky.

"Bastard things, they all say that poor people don't chase! Pursuing tens of thousands of Jurchen cavalry with 20,000 foot soldiers, I don't know how many soldiers will be killed or wounded? Do you really think that you are a loyal army? ”

The generals hurriedly comforted softly, and their faces were softened, and then they slowly quieted down.

Suddenly, the north gate of the city was opened, and countless knights rode out, followed closely by a large group of foot soldiers carrying artillery and spears.

"Who is so bold that he dares to go out of the city with his troops without permission?"

Zhe Keqiu's face turned pale, pointed to the outside of the city, and shouted loudly.

"It may be Zhonggu, otherwise the soldiers would not have opened the city gates!"

A silver-haired veteran took a closer look, shook his head and said.

How could he not know that this nephew of his own, who is 10 years older than himself, is nearly half a hundred years old, and in this Fuzhou city, his appeal is no worse than his own!

"Xianggong, how can this be done? If something happens to Zhonggu, it's going to be a big problem!"

"What else can I do, send troops, send troops immediately!"

Zhe Keqiu blushed and had a thick neck, and roared: "Erlang, Sanlang, hurry up and take the cavalry out of the city, rescue this uncle, hurry up!"

The Zhe Yanruo brothers hurriedly went down to the city, ordered the soldiers and horses, and the entire Fuzhou city was in chaos.

"Brothers, look at the listlessness of the soldiers, and you will know that they have lost the battle. Without further ado, think of your dead relatives and friends, for every gold thief you kill, you will be rewarded with ten dollars! Whoever becomes a deserter, one word, death!"

Thousands of Fold soldiers rode straight to the bank of the Yellow River. The veteran Orihiko, whose temples were already gray, took the lead, and the soldiers of the Ori family army followed closely.

Hearing the words of this "little Xianggong" of the folding family, an officer next to him said loudly: "Xianggong can rest assured." If it weren't for the thieves who did evil, our brothers would not have given up the Baode Army to come here! Now is a good opportunity to take revenge, brothers will not miss it!"

Zhi Yanzhi once served as the deputy envoy of Lianghe Xuanfu, and he really deserves the title of "Xianggong". During the Jingkang period, the Jin people besieged the city, and the subordinates of Zhiyan guarded the river and collapsed, and were sent to the area of Lianghuai Haizhou. The Jin people went south and ravaged Jianghuai, and Zhi Yanzhi had to secretly return to the three states outside the river.

Although he is the governor of Fuzhou and the military chief of the three states outside the river, his father Zhi Keshi is a famous general in the northwest.

In the army of the Yizhi family, many soldiers are still the only suitable beloved son, Orihiko, who is straight and the head of the horse. He was going out of the city to intercept the Jinren, and many of the soldiers were willing to die for it.

Everyone was full of spirits, and they ran out for several miles in an instant, and the Jurchen army that was crossing the river not far away was impressive.

Seeing the soldiers of the Zhejia army rushing over on the hillside in the distance, Wanyan Zongbi was taken aback, and the Jurchen knights immediately divided into a part and greeted Zhi Yanzhi and the others.

The other part is to step up the crossing of the river, everyone is scrambling, it seems that the army is thinking about the home, and there is no longer full will to fight.

Even the most brave soldiers of the Fold family turned red when they saw the Jurchen knights roaring over. Everyone shouted, raised their spears, and moved forward steadily.

Zhi Yan drew his long knife, faced the Jurchen knights who rushed in his face, and shouted loudly: "Artillery, prepare!"

The pikemen in the front row strode forward, the archers drew their bows and arrows, the grenadiers were already in their hands, and the cavalry slowly advanced, and a fierce battle was about to break out.

One side wants to be ashamed and beat the water dogs, but the other is stoic by nature and mourning.

With the roar of the officers on both sides, the arrows of the two sides that entered the shooting range flew like arrows, and the explosions of earth-shattering thunder also sounded one after another, and a fierce battle began.

Although Zhi Yanzhi is nearly half a hundred years old, he is old and strong, and the heavy long knife in his hand is still extremely sharp. He took the lead, leading his subordinate cavalry, and instantly collided with the Jurchen knights.

Among the foot soldiers of the folding family, countless grenadiers rushed out, and the smoking iron lumps in their hands were thrown out one after another.

One by one, the small cannons were quickly filled into a formation, and the gunners stepped forward and began to scramble to reload their ammunition.

"Hurry up, hurry up, Song Gou will catch up in a while!"

On the bank of the Yellow River, hearing the sound of artillery and the explosion of earth-shattering thunder, Wanyan Zongbi roared loudly, urging his sergeants to cross the river quickly.

The earth-shattering thunder explosion of "Tongtong" and the bombardment of the "Pengpeng" artillery made the golden soldiers on the pontoon bridge tremble, and the speed of crossing the river also increased.

On the pontoon bridge, the Jurchen knights gave up their lives and ran wildly, and from time to time people were squeezed off the bridge, the ice was broken, and the screams were endless.

After this great battle, the Jurchen army got a crushing defeat, and many soldiers in the army also lost their courage.

They also didn't expect that the Folding Army, which usually only dared to fortify the city, would dare to come out to fight with them in the field, and it was a thousand troops, and they did not avoid or retreat.

went out two Mouke, thinking that they could resist the attack of the Zhejia army, but who knew that the Jurchen cavalry fell into a bitter battle and was in a dilemma.

The Jurchen officer had no choice but to send another fierce knight up.

The Jin people increased more and more, and the reinforcements of the Zhejia family also followed. The Jin people relied on the impact of the Jurchen cavalry to wrestle with the Zhejia army, but the Zhejia army relied on battle formations and firearms to maneuver with the other party.

The Jurchen soldiers had just experienced a major defeat, their morale was low, and they were physically and mentally exhausted, while the Zhejia army was recuperating and recuperating, and the cooperation between firearms and battle formations also became tacitly compatible. With the continuous firing of artillery and the indiscriminate bombardment of earth-shattering thunder, the Jurchen cavalry suffered heavy casualties, and finally could no longer support it and began to retreat.

The artillery shook the sky and thundered together, and the Jin soldiers on the ferry suffered heavy casualties, and they accelerated their speed and fled to the east bank of the Yellow River in the face of artillery fire.

By this time, most of the Jurchen cavalry had crossed the Yellow River. After paying the price of more than half of the losses, the rest of the Jurchen knights finally crossed the Yellow River and headed north.

On the shore, on the pontoon bridge, and on the ice, there were the corpses of Jurchen knights everywhere, at least two or three thousand. Wanyan Zongbi was furious, but he was helpless.

"Shout at me, thief, do you dare to stay in a fight?"

"Thief, do you dare to stay in a fight?"

Standing on the bank of the Yellow River, he led the soldiers and shouted loudly at the fleeing Jin soldiers, in unison.

The blood debt owed by the Jin people to the army is too much. Zhi Yanzhi had to cross the river to pursue, but everyone hurriedly dissuaded him, and Zhi Yanzhi had no choice but to lead the army to return in a huff.

On the way back to the army, the soldiers were elated, and everyone talked about it, it turned out that this Jurchen iron horse was not as indestructible as imagined.