Everyone followed the post road to the north, cautiously, all the way forward. The further north you go, the fewer people there are, the more corpses, and the flies and maggots are endless. In the dark night, there are wild dogs wandering everywhere, and the barren fields smell foul and disgusting.

Everyone walked day and night, until the third day, only at midnight, arrived at the territory of Shouyang, seeing that the golden rangers were arrogant and indulgent, haunting everywhere, the team was also extra careful.

It was pitch black in the sky, and the mountains and fields were full of insect calls. Brothers who are familiar with the terrain lead the way, and the others follow each other closely.

"Big official, let's really not go to Taiyuan City?"

Everyone walked together, as the head snake of Taihang Mountain, Zhang Heng obviously also found that this was not the way to Taiyuan.

"Brother, do you think I don't want to!"

Wang Song smiled bitterly and said in a deep voice: "If there are thousands of troops and horses, why are we afraid of thieves!" It's just that if you look at our brothers, there are only 1,000 people, and they don't even have a complete armor. The foot soldiers against the cavalry are all dead, and it is not enough to stuff the teeth of the gold thief!"

"Great official, do you say that our Song people really can't beat the Jin people?"

Facing Deng Shixiong's question, Wang Song pondered for a while before saying: "If the Song people are like you and my brothers, they are not afraid of bloodshed, they regard death as home, no matter how strong the gold thief is, even if it is rampant in the world, what is there to fear!"

Zhang Heng nodded and said, "What the big official said is right!" There are tens of millions of people in my Song Dynasty, and the Jin people are barbarians in small countries, and the number of people is only one million. If I, the Song people, are not afraid of death, the gold thief can be so rampant!"

"Brother Zhang Heng said yes!"

Wang Song praised: "If we can go back alive this time, we will accept the brave men of the three mountains and five mountains, strengthen the team of the loyal and righteous army, and fight the Jin people well!"

Everyone was full of enthusiasm and said together: "It's all up to the big officials!"

In the dark night, people kept tripping, and because there were brothers who were familiar with the terrain to lead the way, they would not deviate from the direction.

"Erlang, are you sure that the Minor Species Guild will retreat to Bear Killing Ridge?"

Although Wang Song was very sure, Zhai Liang was still skeptical.

"Zhai Guanren, since the big official said it, the small breed will definitely retreat here!"

Before Dong Ping's words fell, Deng Shixiong also nodded and said: "What Dong Ping said is good, I also believe in the big officials!" His brothers are all in the Western Army, does he dare to speak wildly!"

Wang Song nodded and said to Zhai Liang: "Zhai Xiaoguan, although you can rest assured, you will not let you return in vain!"

Zhai Liang stopped talking. This trip was a blind cat touching a dead mouse, and if you can't find it, it can only be providential.

Suddenly, the army stopped, and it seemed that something had changed ahead.

Zhang Heng folded back. He pointed to the faint light in the dark night in the distance, and said in a low voice: "Daguanren, we are now west of Shouyang, and 20 miles ahead is Killing Bear Ridge, but there is a fire in front, and it is likely that there will be a fanzi!"

The battle of Taiyuan has been more than half a year, and the people around Taiyuan Mansion have almost been killed and wounded, and there are fires, either the Song army or Fanzi.

"If what I expected, this should be a scout of Fanzi!"

Wang Song told Zhang Hengdao: "Send brothers who are familiar with the terrain to investigate, don't startle the snake!"

Soon the spies reported that in front of them was the plundered mountain village, and there was a battalion of fans, about 200 people, all of whom were cavalry, resting in the village.

"Brother Zhang Heng, is there a shortcut to go around to kill Xiongling?"

Before hearing the news from the planters, Wang Song didn't want to startle the snake.

"Daguan, there are other roads, if you want to detour, I'm afraid that you won't be able to reach Killing Bear Ridge earlier until tomorrow night."

Wang Song nodded and said to the others: "There is no other way, let the brothers pay attention, and destroy this team first!"

"Annihilation?"

Zhai Liang's eyes widened suddenly, and he hesitated: "The Jin people have 200 cavalry, and if they don't do it, they will startle the snake and cause a big disaster." Erlang, you have to be cautious!"

"Fanzi is amazing, it's on a horse!"

Wang Song shook his head and said in a low voice: "It's night now, and the other party can only fight on foot." We don't have time to make a detour, and it's important to rescue the little race. If you go late, I'm afraid it will fall short!"

Zhai Liang hesitated: "Erlang, except for you and me, we don't have war horses. If we escape and leak the news, we will be in a catastrophe!"

"The vast Taihang Mountain, as long as our brothers get in, Fanzi is not familiar with the terrain, and there is nothing to do about it!"

Zhang Heng came up and said in a low voice: "Killing Xiongling is only a few dozen miles away from Taihang Mountain. As long as it wasn't daytime, the villain had a way to lead his brothers to escape into the mountains. ”

"Good!"

Wang Song nodded, and said softly: "Zhang Heng, pass the order, let the brothers move forward carefully, surround this group of fans, don't startle the snake!"

The military order was conveyed, and everyone tiptoed to familiarize themselves with the road, and the light-footed man led the way in front, and soon touched the village.

Wang Song couldn't help but secretly admire, fortunately, these people had been bandits before, and they must have done this sneaking and squatting thing, and they were very cautious and neat.

The area of the village is not large, it has long been burned to rubble, and between the ruins and broken pillars, you can vaguely see a lot of corpses, all dressed as ordinary people.

And in a large open space in the middle of the village, there were more than a dozen Jurchen knights, every dozen of them in a group, sitting by the fire, some lying on the ground, some talking, not knowing what they were saying.

Next to the village, a two-meter river roars through. Although the river is not wide, and I don't know its depth, because of the large difference between the east and the west, the terrain is steep, which makes the speed of the river very fast, and the sound is very loud, and it also covers the footsteps of everyone to a certain extent.

Tiptoeing and getting closer, Wang Song looked at it, and under the fire, Fanzi's face was clear.

These Jurchen knights, all of them are strong, bald on the top of their heads, with a few braids hanging from the back of their heads, many of them have gold rings in their ears, fierce and vicious, and their eyes are full of fierce light, which is really daunting, and it is very different from the weak Song people.

The horses of the Jurchen knights were tied to the trees in the village, and they were everywhere, and there were many horses, far exceeding the number of Jurchen knights.

"Fanzi is generous, one person and two horses, it's really eye-catching!"

Dong Ping came up from behind, his eyes full of envy. Now in the entire loyal army, Wang Song and Zhai Liang have horses, and the others are on foot. It's no wonder he's salivating.

Zhai Liang said hatefully: "These fans are really arrogant, they don't even have a vigilant soldier, I really think that I have no one in the Great Song Dynasty!"

"Brother Zhai, don't be impatient."

Wang Song patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "Watch me gesture for a while, keep it and let you kill enough!"

Wang Song called Zhang Heng and Dong Ping, whispered a few words in their ears, and the two nodded and led some of their subordinates to leave.

Wang Song looked at Deng Shixiong's hideous eyes and ugly expression, and comforted: "Brother Deng, let everyone stabilize and follow me to kill the captives in a while!"

"Although the big officials can rest assured, the villain will never let go of these thieves!"

Deng Shixiong nodded and swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his mouth.

The Jurchen Fanzi was cruel and tyrannical, and his methods were heinous, and the people were almost slaughtered everywhere they went. These people behind him, whether they are Zhuang Ding or bandits, almost every one of them has a deep hatred with Fanzi, and they don't share the sky.

In view of Wang Song's repeated admonitions to obey military discipline, otherwise the overall situation will be ruined, and military law will be involved, everyone squatted in the field, biting the wooden branch in their mouths, and no one dared to make the slightest movement.

Everyone crept in from the outer layers, tiptoeing, and when they reached a place thirty or forty steps away from the village, Wang Song waved his hand, and everyone squatted down.

Suddenly, a Jurchen knight stood up and began to walk towards a wasteland, not knowing what to do.

The Jurchen knight walked twenty or so steps, but he began to untie his pants, apparently to make it easier.

The knight was not far from everyone, he had just taken off his pants, and the figure in the darkness in front of him was moving, and half of the iron spear in Wang Song's hand had already flown out.

The iron spear went straight into the lightning and struck the Jurchen knight in the throat, and the man fell to the ground and never straightened up again.

As if the sound of falling to the ground was too loud, a Jurchen knight stood up and looked into the darkness where everyone was lurking. He shouted loudly, as if to summon his companions.

The surrounding Jurchen knights stood up one after another, and everyone shouted wildly, and some drew their swords and galloped quickly to the war horses tied to the trees.

Sure enough, it is a fishing and hunting people, warriors who grew up in the mountains and forests since childhood, and the wind and grass will arouse suspicion.

Without further ado, Wang Song picked up a short gun, stood up, and shouted: "Kill!" Then he shook his long arm suddenly, and the short spear was as fast as lightning, heading straight for the crowd of Jurchen cavalry, directly penetrating the chest of the chattering Jurchen knight.

The Jurchen knight fell to the ground and smashed on the fire, sparks splashing in all directions. With Wang Song's order, the other rebels drew scoops according to the gourd, and in all directions, short guns flew all over the sky, heading straight for the Jurchen crowd.

Due to the hot weather, the Jurchen knights untied their armor to cool off, which led to a great increase in the lethality of the short spear, and the blood of the middle one was splashed, either dead or injured, and the Jurchen knights immediately became a mess.

Zhai Liang looked at it, and the Jurchen knights beside the fire had already been killed and wounded, and after the rest dodged the short guns, they all screamed and went straight to their war horses.

Wang Song threw another short spear and stabbed a Jurchen knight who was about to shoot with his bow. He came to the fallen Jurchen knight, pulled out half of the short spear, butted it together, and took the lead in rushing down, heading straight for the remaining golden soldiers in front of him.

He ran as fast as he could, watching the situation. Seeing the Jurchen fan who fell to the ground in the field, he couldn't help but secretly cry out in his heart for pity.

A rabble is a rabble, and two rounds of more than 2,000 short guns were projected, and even half of the opponent's people survived, which was really unexpected!

Shotguns were thrown everywhere, some were far away from the crowd, some were hit by mistake, and some were thrown into the river next to the village, and I don't know if these guys were stupid or panicked.

That's it, I used to be a bandit, and it was really insulting to the profession of bandits, even though these people were serious!

He couldn't think about it too much, around the village, there were also the figures of the rebels, Zhang Heng and Dong Ping each led a group of people, and the figures rushed over.

The rebels formed a three-sided encirclement, and the fire was raging in the dark night.