Zheyuexiu put on a helmet, put on a battle armor, and a long knife in his hand, and stepped on the war horse. Li Yanxian was secretly surprised, this woman looked blushing, soft and weak, holding such a heavy long knife in her hand, but it was effortless, it was really unseemly.

Wang Song paid attention attentively to the battle situation in front of him, and saw that the Jurchen soldiers who poured into the gate of the village were already three or four hundred people, and the dozen or so Song soldiers who were volleying head-on were already struggling to support, Wang Song shouted: "Grenade!"

100 grenadiers on each side stood up, lit the earth-shattering thunder in their hands, and smashed towards the crowd of Jurchen cavalry.

Hearing that there had been an explosion inside the wall, and the Jurchen soldiers outside the wall had also swarmed in, Dong Ping stood up and shouted angrily: "Bomb!"

The 400 grenadiers in front of the wall, hearing Dong Ping's roar, immediately lit the earth-shattering thunder and threw it towards the dense crowd of Jurchen cavalry outside the wall.

With the sound of "boom, boom", the inside and outside of the wall were shrouded in black smoke. The grenadiers attacked twice in a row, so that in front of the gate of the wall, the area at the gate of the wall, was instantly shrouded in black smoke, and became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Immediately after, countless short guns were thrown out, covering the sky inside and outside the walled gate. After three shots, before the Jurchen sergeants could react, the gate of the village was wide open, and Wang Song led everyone to get on their horses and rushed down the slope together.

The sword and shield hands on both sides withdrew, and countless knights followed behind Wang Song, killing outside the gate.

Looking at the tragic situation under the earth-shattering thunder explosion around them, several Song soldiers who were fighting with the Jurchen cavalry were dumbfounded, and everyone was pale and frightened.

The dozens of Jurchen knights who were fighting with them were also drenched in cold sweat at the moment, and some of them were on the horse, and they couldn't help but vomit.

Countless war horses and Jurchen cavalry screamed in a pool of blood, broken limbs and legs were everywhere, and the internal organs and intestines of people and horses were flowing all over the ground, and it was disgusting to watch.

In the area covered by the earth-shattering thunder, there were only a few Jurchen sergeants sitting on the horses, and they were all stunned, sitting on the horses, as if they had forgotten that this was a battlefield!

Smoke and dust rose, a thrilling roar came, hundreds of Song people put on helmets and armor, dancing spears and knives, rushed down like a fierce god, and one person at the head was holding an iron spear, rampage, like killing a god.

Wang Song's flying horse moved forward, with the horse's momentum, a shot stabbed a fanzi, and then the horse's momentum did not decrease, a backhand, stabbed a fanzi's war horse, the war horse was in pain, the front hooves were raised high, and the fanzi was lifted off the horse, followed by Zhang Heng, who stepped forward, raised his hand and shot him, piercing his throat.

A golden man reacted, and when he saw that Wang Song was fierce, and several of his accomplices had already been killed or injured under his gun, he was furious, picked up the mace in his hand, hit the head with a stick, and smashed it over.

"It's good to come!"

Wang Song shouted, raised the gun sideways, and the guns intersected and slammed.

Before Wang Song could make another move to kill the enemy, a black horse rushed behind him like a whirlwind, and with a backhand, it cut the throat of the Jurchen warrior.

Wang Song was stunned for a moment, and looked forward, although the person on the horse was wearing a helmet and armor, but at the moment of the sideways battle just now, Wang Song still saw that the delicate face under the helmet was the Folding Moon Show.

"Don't go too far!"

Wang Song was in a hurry, and immediately slapped the horse and rushed away, the iron gun in his hand was changed to smash, he couldn't dodge, he was hit on the head, the hood collapsed, the blood flowed all over his face, he snorted, and planted the horse.

Wang Song caught up with Zheyuexiu, the two of them rode first, and they went out of the gate in an instant, and 500 cavalry followed behind them, rushing straight to the Jurchen army outside the gate.

The two Song soldiers who were using spears glanced at each other, and the round-faced man shouted to a few comrades next to him: "Brothers, let's go and kill for a while!"

The two of them galloped wildly, took the lead, and rushed towards the twenty or thirty fans in front of them. These Jurchen cavalry were lucky enough to escape the bombardment of the earth-shattering thunder because they fought closely with the Song soldiers.

The pikemen on both sides stepped forward and surrounded the remaining Jurchen cavalry in the stockade, and the pikemen turned over and stabbed, and the Jurchen cavalry was entangled by the pikemen, and the war horses could not rush up, and they were stabbed off their horses one by one.

Two Song soldiers galloped wildly, followed behind the cavalry of the rebel army, and headed towards the gate of the village.

In the blink of an eye, everyone went out of the walled gate, and the fierce tigers in the mountains were like hot knives cutting oil, and they plunged into the remnants of the Jurchen army in front of the walled gate.

These Jurchen sergeants have already been blown apart, less than thirty percent of them, and they have completely lost their fighting spirit. wanted to turn around and retreat, but collided with the Song cavalry that rushed out.

The Jurchen soldiers were caught off guard, and they didn't expect the other party to rush out, and the Song soldiers at the head were particularly fierce, and the Song generals who took the lead were even more brave and abnormal, and where he passed, the Jurchen warriors were smashed and stabbed by him one by one, and there was almost no one who was together.

Wang Song and Zheyuexiu took the lead, and the people who stood in the way were invincible, and there were no few combinations, either they were cut down or stabbed off the horse, or they were smashed and swept off the horse, and the tendons of the touchers were broken, and they were either killed or injured. Zhang Heng, Dong Ping and others were lined up on the left and right, and everyone was like a fierce tiger, screaming loudly, but they just rushed forward.

The Jurchen sergeants who were crossing the river were stunned, and saw that the Song cavalry actually rushed out of the gate and swept in, and the Jurchen sergeants crossed the river one after another, urging the horses to meet them, and the two sides quickly collided together, and instantly entered a bitter battle.

Wang Song was furious, opening and closing in the crowd of the Jurchen army, even stabbing and stabbing, and the Jurchen soldiers often couldn't support a few rounds, and they were knocked off the horse, as if they were devastated.

The two Song soldiers who came out secretly praised, and the two rushed up, following Wang Song's left and right, and the three of them together, the three spears were like swimming dragons, and the guns and guns were all directly to the Jurchen knights.

The Jurchen soldiers are invincible, and no matter how strong the warrior is, it is not the enemy of these three people in one. Zhi Yuexiu and Dong Ping slashed left and right beside them, and in a short period of time, the number of Jurchen soldiers who fell under the hands of several people reached as many as thirty or forty.

A Jurchen man's mace smashed down, and Zhiyuexiu's arm was sore, and the horse couldn't support it, so she fell off the horse.

The Jurchen soldiers picked up the mace and smashed it with a stick on their heads. A shot came from the side, and the mace of the Jurchen man was swinged. Zheyuexiu hurriedly rolled around, avoided the mace of the Jurchens, and took a closer look, but it was Wang Song who immediately blocked in front of her.

Sweat trickled down her face, she wiped a handful of sweat, quickly stood up, picked up the steel knife, and got on an ownerless war horse next to her.

A shot pierced the mace of the Jurchen sergeant, and Wang Song smashed it down with the barrel of the gun. The Jurchen sergeant blocked it with a mace, but Wang Song didn't care about it, and smashed it continuously with the barrel of the gun, using the method of the Jurchen sergeant to deal with Zheyuexiu just now, and the back of his hand was sore.

Wang Song smashed down with a shot, the Jurchen sergeant was exhausted, he couldn't dodge, his shoulder blades were smashed, he screamed, fell off the horse, Wang Song took advantage of the situation, and pierced his throat.

Zheyuexiu turned over and got on the horse, Wang Song passed by her, looked at her red face, and whispered: "Fold little lady, you are so beautiful!"

Orizuki Xiu took the long knife and sat on the horse, feeling a burst of anger and sweetness in her heart.

She shook her head slightly, struck forward, and followed behind Wang Song.

"Die!"

Wang Song shouted violently, and a shot pierced the breastplate of a Jurchen sergeant, and he picked the man up, and with another force of his arms, he threw him out and smashed another Jurchen cavalryman sitting on a horse.

"Good arm strength, good martial arts!"

The round-faced Song soldier with the iron spear cheered, the spear opened and closed, knocked the two Jurchen knights off their horses, and shouted: "The general is good at martial arts, I admire it to the bottom!"

Another thin Song soldier who made a gun stabbed a Jurchen warrior, and also praised: "The general is so strong, it can really be said that it is the rebirth of the overlord of Chu, and the fifth brother is afraid that he is not an opponent!" I can't imagine that there are such heroes in Hedong!"

Wang Song was so angry that he laughed loudly: "Two brothers, let's try it today to see who kills more golden dogs!"

The two Song soldiers made a promise, and the three of them shook their spirits and picked the Jurchen knights to go in a crowded place.

These three people are strong in martial arts and born with divine power, and this time they are killing on a large scale, even the Jurchen warriors who have always been conceited and brave, the heads of hundreds of households and thousands of households are also numb in scalp and frightened. Under the fierce impact of the cavalry of the Song army, led by three people, the Jurchen cavalry fell off their horses one by one.

The Jurchen cavalry suffered heavy casualties, and their numbers became smaller and smaller, and finally they could not hold on and retreated across the river one after another. The crowd followed closely and assassinated dozens of Jurchen cavalry by the river.

The Song army saw the Jurchen cavalry retreating across the river, and took the opportunity to rush from all over the place like a tide, and scattered their legs in the direction of the Zhaimen.

The crowd was still unsatisfied, and they reined in their horses and looked north. I saw that in the distance on the north bank of the Songxi River, there were still a large number of Song troops scattered and fled, and the Jurchen cavalry calmly harvested their names in the back, as if slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Everyone is full of blood, but they are helpless. From a distance, there were at least five or six thousand Jurchen cavalry on the other side of the river.

There are only 500 people on their side, and they have lost a lot in a battle just now. Seeing that the Jurchen cavalry was about to chase to the bank of the Songxi River, Wang Song waved his spear, and everyone slowly retreated, followed behind the rout, and slowly retreated into the walled gate.

Wang Song's whole body was covered in blood, and even the barrel of the gun was stained with blood. When he entered the gate, he did not have the joy of victory at all, but had a gloomy face and an ugly expression.

He dismounted and walked all the way over, and the dense rout soldiers in the village all stood up in a proper and respectful manner, making a way. Wang Song waved his hand and went up to the wall alone.

Zhang Heng and Dong Ping glanced at each other, but they were silent and followed behind Wang Song.

Zheyuexiu wanted to come forward to comfort, but in front of everyone's eyes, she couldn't wipe her face.

Standing by the wall, looking towards the north of the Songxi River, seeing the Jurchen soldiers raging, the Song army crushing and crying for his father and mother, Wang Song had unappeased hatred in his chest, and his heart was surging.

He smashed his fist on the wall, his eyes were bloody, and then he raised his arm, pointed to the north and shouted: "Golden thief, my Wang Song and you are incompatible, and we don't share the sky!"

Wang Song's voice was extremely sad, and all the defeated soldiers under the wall secretly bowed their heads and were silent. Some people are insensitive, some shake their heads and sigh, and some people have different expressions of shame on their faces.

Zheyuexiu felt uncomfortable in her heart and lowered her head.