Although it is said that the battlefield is fickle and has its own destiny, Zhang Sheng's tragic death obviously aroused the anger of a group of Song army knights.

"Brothers, destroy these thieves and avenge Brother Zhang Sheng!"

Dong Xian's heart was like a knife, and the knights of the Song army behind him were all blood-red, and the army frantically beat their horses and chased after Wu Gu Nai and the others. The crowd formed an arrow formation, with horns and bows in hand, screaming and screaming, and frantically chiseled forward.

"Leave no mouth alive!"

Dong Xian took the lead, his eyes were hideous, all the arrows of the army were fired in unison, and the Jurchen knights fell off their horses, followed by the war horses stepping on their fallen bodies.

"Song Jun of the dog day!"

Ugunai's eyes were painful. The Jurchen knight was bloodily shot by the Song army, but he was powerless and could only watch, as if his heart was bleeding.

He had only brought out one knight of Mok. The opposing cavalry was much larger than his men. In this desperate battle, there were only fifty or sixty of his subordinates left.

If he leaves like this, the other party will soon catch up with Wanyan Sosuke in front. Now it seems that they can only desperately stop this Song army.

"Warriors, go up together and fight with Song Gou!"

Seeing the other party's cavalry rushing forward. Ugunai also waved the iron rod in his hand and greeted him angrily.

The cavalry formations of the two sides met in an instant, and each fell one piece, and a vicious battle between you and me began.

Dong Xian and Ugunai met, he slashed head-on, Wugunai met with iron rods, knives and sticks intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

The two Song generals, one on the left and one on the right, stabbed straight with spears, and came straight to Ugunai's armpit.

Ugunai rounded his iron rod and swung his spears with all his might. Dong Xian slashed down with a knife, and Wu Gu Nai was in a hurry, and his legs slammed between the war horse.

The war horse moved forward in pain, and Dong Xian's knife slashed at the back of Wu Gunai's war horse. The war horse suffered pain, screamed sadly, and fell.

Wu Gu Nai was thrown off the horse, and just as he wanted to get up, there was a pain in his shoulder and leg, and Song Jun's two spears had pierced into his shoulder and thigh respectively, and the strength was so great that it was deep enough to reach the bone, so that he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

And another big knife slashed Huashan and slashed at Wu Gu Nai's breastplate.

Ugunai's breastplate was torn, his chest was split, and blood shot out like a fountain.

Behold, the Lord will be chopped under the horse. The Jurchen cavalry screamed one after another, and their morale was taken away. The cavalry of the Song army rose up and stabbed the Jurchen knights off their horses one by one.

Dong Xian cut off Wu Gu Nai's head and came to Zhang Sheng's side, only to find that his eyes were wide open and he was already out of breath.

"Brother Zhang Sheng, brother is sorry for you!"

Dong Xian hung his head and cried bitterly. A painful pursuit battle, but he lost a general in the army, how did he explain to Zhang Heng and Wang Song?

Dong Xian put Wu Gu Nai's head in Zhang Sheng's arms, wiped a handful of tears, stood up, got on the war horse, beat the horse and galloped, and followed Yan Zongfu's cavalry.

On the field, entire groups of golden soldiers were constantly divided and surrounded, and then they were annihilated and surrendered. Swords, guns, armor, artillery, gold, silver, and belongings were thrown everywhere. As far as the eye can see, there are crowds of people chasing and being chased.

The routs ran with their lives, and many were dragged away. On the way, many people were crushed and pushed down, and once they fell, they could no longer stand up and were trampled to death on the road.

The soldiers of the loyal and righteous army continued to throw out earth-shaking thunder, and the Jin soldiers who fled in front fell to the ground one after another. The small cannon in the back was brought up again, and the cannonballs were constantly fired at the scale of the golden soldiers.

As time passed, the casualties of the Jin soldiers became greater and greater, and the resistance was lost little by little, and finally, the rout soldiers scattered like a flood bursting the embankment, scattering and fleeing, all over the mountains, completely without organization and direction.

Under the walls of the Daimyo's Mansion, except for the corpses and the wreckage everywhere, as well as a small number of horses and wounded who were still groaning, the whole world was silent.

"Long live the Great Song!"

A Song soldier on the city wall couldn't help but shout loudly,

was met with a blank eye from the people around him.

"Big Song fart! If it weren't for Zhao Ji's faint monarch, as well as those big turbans that were not successful and more than ruined, how could Hebei be ceded to the thieves!"

"The faint monarch and traitorous ministers have already gone to Jiangnan, how can there be a great Song Dynasty here!"

"That's it! Even the two rivers have been ceded to the thieves, what is the big Song here! Only Wang Xianggong and his loyal army!"

After a loud noise, Zhao Bangjie stood up and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, everyone shouts with me, Wang Xianggong is mighty! Long live Wang Xianggong!"

The surrounding Song Jun were all stunned, and then shouted together.

"Long live Wang Xianggong! Long live Wang Xianggong!"

The tidal shouts on the city wall made Wang Song outside the city stunned.

Ma Kuan winked, and the guard next to him took the lead in shouting.

"Wang Xianggong is mighty! Long live Wang Xianggong!"

As soon as he shouted, the surrounding soldiers raised their swords and guns one after another and shouted.

"Wang Xianggong is mighty! Long live Wang Xianggong!"

The soldiers of the loyal army outside the city all shouted, and they shouted together, and the sound shook the sky.

Yue Fei was walking on the steps of the lower city, when he heard the thunderous shouts outside the city, his heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt lost.

Dong Cai, who was tied up and captured, shook his head slightly. The Song people have such heroes, and the Jurchens will be sad in the future.

"Wang Song, what kind of hero are you! You instructed your soldiers to kill innocents indiscriminately, and the people were killed and wounded innumerably, what kind of hero are you?"

A Song man with his hair shaved in the style of a Jurchen man stood up, he pointed at Wang Song, and shouted angrily.

Beside him, a man in his 40s with the same hairstyle had blood on his abdomen, his eyes were closed, and he was obviously out of breath.

In the shelling just now, his father was accidentally hit by artillery and died on the spot.

Wang Song looked at the young man, his eyes were cold, and his heart was extremely disgusted.

"Tie this guy up and take it down!"

Ma Kuan came up and shouted angrily. To be the Emperor of Morality, but to lose the success or failure of the army, as well as the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, is simply shameless.

The guard was furious, stepped forward and fired a gun, and the young man who hit him fell to his knees and followed the old fist.

"That's enough, stop!"

Ma Kuo saw that Wang Song's face was pale, and immediately ordered the guards to stop.

"Wang Song, you return my father's life. I'm fighting with you!"

The young man was grief and indignant, and wanted to find Wang Song desperately, but was held down by the sergeant who stepped forward.

"Let him go!"

Wang Song roared loudly. The sergeant looked at each other and let go of the young man.

"You want to find me desperately, when you are crushed in the Jurchen camp, why don't you find them desperately?"

Wang Song shouted angrily, his face pale.

"I ......"

The young man was red-faced, but speechless.

"My loyal soldiers and Fanzi fought with countless casualties, who will pay for the lives of those fallen soldiers?"

The young man's face was cloudy, and the people around him were pale and did not say a word.

"This official gave the order to open fire, and it was a last resort! If you are allowed to disrupt the battle formation, and Fanzi takes the opportunity to attack, the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers of my loyal army will not be guaranteed, and the people of the Daimyo Mansion will be ravaged again, who will their families go to?"

He pointed to the panicked people around him and shouted angrily.

"If you fall into the hands of Fanzi, you will either be killed or sold like slaves, and life is better than death. Our army shelled just now, and you killed and wounded more than 300 people, but the rest of the more than 1,000 people were rescued. You should thank our soldiers. Your lives are fate, and theirs are not?"

The people looked at each other, knelt on the ground, kowtowed and shouted together.

"King

Xianggong, living bodhisattva!"

"Wang Xianggong is a good person, don't blame him, blame Fanzi if you want to blame!"

The young man's face changed greatly, and he knelt down after a while, kowtowed, and said: "Wang Xianggong, the villain is sad and indignant, and he doesn't choose what to say, and I hope that Wang Xianggong will not blame."

"Fuck off, you pig and dog are not as good as you!"

The guards were furious and stepped forward with a kick. Just now, the young man insulted Wang Song, and they were all unhappy. Wang Song is in their hearts, but he is a god-like existence.

"Stand down, no need to say more!"

Wang Song repelled the guards, picked up the young man, and shouted loudly to the kneeling people.

"Folks, get up! Seeing your deaths and injuries, this official's heart is also like a knife. However, once the battle is defeated, the dead and wounded are thousands of troops and horses, hundreds of thousands of people, and the official is forced to do so. If you want to blame, blame Fanzi for burning, looting, and killing the people! This official promises you that I will definitely drive Fanzi out of Hebei and return everyone to a peaceful world!"

"Long live Wang Xianggong!"

The people kowtowed together and shouted loudly, and the soldiers on and off the city were all enthusiastic, and everyone changed color.

Dong Cai's face was pale. Wang Song did this and won the hearts of the people, it seems that this Hebei is really going to change.

On the wide official road, Wanyan Zongfu was surrounded by a group of Jurchen knights, like a walking corpse, sacrificing his life.

After cleaning up his mood for a while, he looked back slightly at the Jurchen Iron Horse following behind him, and Wanyan Zongfu's tears almost fell.

Tens of thousands of troops, the number of followers behind does not exceed two thousand, no one from Han'er followed, and Dong Cai, the commander of the first army, was also nowhere to be found

A few days ago, he still had tens of thousands of male soldiers in his hands and controlled the army in the middle lane. Now......

Looking at the Jurchen warriors around him who were panicked like lost dogs, Wanyan Zongfu sighed, when was the Jurchen knight who ruled the world and was invincible, so embarrassed?

On the way to escape, there were constantly subordinates who went out to block the pursuing Song soldiers, but they did not come back, even Wugunai was no exception.

Wanyan Zongfu's heart was gloomy, these people are probably more than lucky.

Wanyan Zongfu regretted it, he shouldn't have used the tactic of adding fuel like this, didn't this mean that the Jurchen knights would fight separately, outnumbered, and lose in vain?

"Woohoo!"

Wanyan Zongfu restrained the war horse, and the surrounding Jurchen knights saw that the commander stopped, and they all stopped together, waiting for the commander's military order.

"Jurchen warriors, instead of leaving so miserably, it is better to kill them back. The Song people didn't have many cavalry, and they could withstand the impact of our Jurchen warriors. The army joined me to kill Song Gou by surprise!"

An impassioned and enthusiastic speech was not exchanged for the expected group response. The Jurchen knights were all pale and looked at each other.

Wu Lintai wanted to say softly: "Marshal, the artillery of the Song people can hit a few miles. Let's go back and fight hard, I'm afraid we will return in vain. ”

Hearing that Ulintai wanted to say this, the head of the ten thousand households next to him, Woru, also said: "Marshal, the loyal and righteous army is not in vain. In the first battle of Fuzhou, more than 10,000 of the most elite Jurchen warriors were killed. Let's lose our troops today, or wait for the Japanese soldiers to be strong and strong, and then deal with Wang Song's guy. ”

Wanyan Zongfu sighed in his heart, in today's battle, the armies have lost their morale, and they can only regroup in the coming day and fight again on another day.

Wang Song is not a Great Song Dynasty forbidden army, his subordinates are not only well-trained, but also have sharp firearms, if he really goes back, I am afraid he will not be able to ask for any benefits.

Wanyan Zongfu sighed slightly: "Sticky Han, but what should I do to you?"

Wan Yan Zonghan's eldest son, Wan Yan Shehe and Ma, died in Lin Wei Town last year. Today, his youngest son, Wanyan Xianbao, died again under the firearms of the Song army. Wanyan Zonghan has no hope.

After Yan Zongfu beat the horse and left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and followed closely.

Now it is no longer a question of revenge or not, but whether you can get out of here safely, and the pursuers of the Song army are behind.