Zhao Zhe fled with the rout and headed west, until he ran out of dozens of miles, and the army slowed down the formation.

"Hurry up and gather the rout, and see how many men and horses are left?"

"Xianggong, there are still about 3,000 cavalry, and more than 10,000 foot soldiers!"

The general hurriedly said: "Fanzi is still chasing behind, we have to leave quickly!"

Zhao Zhe's face was pale, and he said helplessly: "It's okay, collect people and horses after Jingshui." I hope to escape this defeat!"

Before the words fell, Liu Xi led a large group of cavalry to rush over, and Qin Feng passed by and asked Sun Wu to follow aside.

"Zhao Zhe, your guy collapsed before the battle, causing our army to lose more than half of the sergeants, as well as all the baggage, you guys are really damned!"

Facing Sun Wu's angry scolding with a horsewhip in his hand, Zhao Zhe shook his head and sneered: "Sun Xianggong, could it be that my Huanqing Army has fewer people killed than your Qin Feng Army?" The madman Qu is still fighting to the death there, why don't you Qin Fengjun stay and have a big fight with Fanzi?"

Sun Wu was speechless for a while, his face was flushed, and his hand holding the horsewhip softened. He rode away, and the sergeant of the brigade followed closely.

In the middle of the rout, Liu Xi rode on a horse, his eyes glazed.

As soon as this battle was lost, most of the soldiers were lost, and all the heavy grain and grass were lost to the Jin people, which was the tax of Sichuan and Shaanxi in the next three years! How will the imperial court deal with him, and how will he face the Shaanxi fathers?

The army was listless, and the pleasure of the rest of the life after the catastrophe was gone, replaced by endless horror and worry.

Wu Jue led his troops to withdraw for more than ten miles, and only then did he stabilize the formation. The Yongxing army was well-disciplined and well-trained, and his subordinates were able to retreat in formation.

"Count the number of losses and report it immediately!"

Wu Jue's heart ached. Not to mention that Shaanxi will fall into the hands of the Jin, I am afraid that I will have to withdraw to Sichuan and Hanzhong.

"Xianggong, our army only has about 20,000 people left, and more than half of the losses are lost. In addition, the seed army led by Chong Yan did not follow. ”

Wu Jue couldn't help but be stunned and blurted out.

"Isn't it the Right Army? The Jin man attacked the left flank of our army, why didn't he ......"

Before the words were finished, Wu Jue had already understood.

The family army and the Jin Jurchens have a deep hatred, and the seed division died at the hands of Yan Zonghan's Western Route Army, there is no doubt that the country hates the family feud, and these children of the family army are going to play with the Jurchens.

It's just that there are only five or six thousand people in the family army, how can they withstand the impact of the 100,000 foot cavalry of the golden people!

"That's it, let them go!"

Wu Jue was rarely not angry because of his violation of military regulations, but shook his head and sighed.

"I'm afraid that after this battle, there will be no more family troops in the world."

The army was mighty and dejected, and fled all the way to the west.

"Array!"

On the battlefield, taking advantage of the fact that the Jin people got carried away, chased and killed everywhere, and did not form a regional superiority in strength, on a high ground, the Song army, which was coerced, laboriously cut down the surrounding routs, and soon set up a garden array of four or five thousand people, which was solid and strong, with spears like a forest, aimed at the outside.

"This is the family army, if you want to survive, all go to the back to line up!"

In front of the army, holding a long knife, he slashed several headless flies into the formation one after another, and roared loudly.

The pro-soldiers also climbed up and shouted. The fleeing routs woke up from a dream and rushed to both sides, most of them fled, but some of them remained, quickly gathering behind the large array of the plantation army.

In the blink of an eye, a large array of six or seven thousand people gathered and formed.

"Pity my dignified family army, the dignified Western army, and it was defeated with one blow. You also

Do you want face?"

He stood on the high slope, ignoring the whistling feathered arrows. With all his strength, he shouted angrily at the panicked deserters around him, saliva flying and tearing his heart.

"The heavy armor is in front, the grenadiers and archers are in the back, and the cavalry is guarding the wings!"

He drew his sword and shouted, "Brothers, follow me, kill the captives!"

The red-faced soldiers of the Seed Family Army, following behind the Seed Ran, shouted loudly: "Kill the captive", and rolled forward.

No matter when, there will always be hot-blooded men in China, who hit the water in the middle and turn the tide.

On the field, most of the Western army fled, leaving only two Song soldiers who were still fighting, one was the Jingyuan army under Qu Duan's subordinates, and the other was the "non-routable army" among the routed army led by Chong Yan under the command of the Yongxing army.

In addition, it was the boundless Song army and people in the wilderness, who fled frantically and were slaughtered madly under the siege and interception of the Jin people.

Countless spears, knives, spears, and iron rods stabbed, chopped, and smashed down on the defeated soldiers and civilians. The human body was broken, flesh and blood were flying, and the screams of the rout army and the people were earth-shattering and heartbreaking.

Seeing that their comrades were killed like chickens and ducks, the Song soldiers who were struggling to support them poured blood into their pupils one by one, let out a roar of rage, and sacrificed their lives to pounce on the golden people who were surging like a tide.

This may be the last glory of the Western Army of the Great Song Dynasty!

"Stubborn resistance, I don't know whether I live or die!"

Wanyan Lou Room waved his hand coldly, and the layers of Han'er foot soldiers and Jurchen knights galloping on horseback rushed up to the western soldiers and soldiers with a wild scream.

The iron cavalry of the golden man slammed into the steel jungle of the Western Army, and while the war horses neighed and the flesh and blood blurred, countless Western soldiers and soldiers were knocked out. Countless war horses jumped into the battle formation of the Western Army, countless Western soldiers were knocked over and cut down, and countless golden knights were stabbed off their horses.

Spears and spears are raised at the same time, long knives are chopped, and flesh and blood fly. With the passage of time, the front of the Western Army soldiers thinned layer by layer, and it seemed that it was about to reach the middle of the Chinese army.

The phalanx gathered seven or eight thousand defeated soldiers, all the way forward, wanting to rush over and join the Jingyuan army, but was surrounded by the Jin soldiers and could not advance half a step.

Chong Yan and others sacrificed their lives to fight, but they were all covered in wounds, and they did not retreat from the bloody battle. Seeing that the soldiers of the Western Army fell one by one, suffering heavy casualties, the Jin soldiers were still like a tide, and they couldn't help but feel sad and angry, just waving the weapons in their hands, like madmen.

The Jurchen cavalry repeatedly rushed into battle, and again and again, the cavalry of the Yongxing army, as well as the scattered cavalry of the Song army, became less and less, and the formation became more and more sparse.

As time passed, the Song army became less and less, and the Jin soldiers also suffered heavy casualties. After getting through the initial overwhelming situation, the resistance encountered by the Jin soldiers began to become stronger.

The Jingyuan army alone had 30,000 foot soldiers and 10,000 cavalry. Coupled with the cold remnants of the battle array, the 50,000 people, the real sword and gun fighting, there is always some price to pay.

A few hours passed, and the hungry Western soldiers were already at the end of their crossbows, and they were only supported by a breath of blood.

Ten thousand arrows were fired in unison, covering the sky and the sun, swords, guns and spears were repeatedly picked up and put down, stabbed in and pulled out, and the western army fell stubble. The corpses on the ground were layered on top of each other, and the entire field was stained red with blood.

The die is cast!

Wanyan Zonghan, Wanyan Zongbi, and even Wanyan Lou were all smiling at this time. Everyone watched with pride as the Jin soldiers slaughtered the Song army's rout and people's husbands, and watched the Song army's battle formation fall layer by layer.

Wanyan Zonghan's eyes lit up, if he didn't slaughter this group of Song soldiers today, the blood feud of the two sons would not be avenged. After killing all these Song soldiers today, the main force of the Western Army of the Song people will be greatly injured and will no longer be able to make waves.

relied on the food, gold and silver, weapons and armor left behind by the Song army and the camp

, enough for an army of 100,000 for a year!

It's hard for the Song people to turn over this time!

The next step is to deal with Wang Song!

In the wilderness, the originally hardened ground has become soft and dark brown, which is the irrigation of blood. The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the smell of blood was getting worse and sickening.

The corpses of hundreds of thousands of horses gathered on the Guanzhong Plain, the corpses piled up like a mountain, and the blood flowed like a river!

The strongest field army of the Great Song Dynasty, which had almost wiped out the Western Xia, was finally like blood and the twilight of the sun in the repeated tossing and turning of interest groups, in the selfish public use of these ambitious, talented, stubborn and dull, and self-righteous scholars and generals......

Quduan's eyes were blood-red, and his lips were bitten and bleeding. I thought that if I had established a position, the armies would return to help, or at least I could be invincible. Who knew that he had resisted the repeated attacks of the Jin soldiers for more than half a day, but no army had come to counterattack!

They all fled!

The national war launched by the Great Song Dynasty with the strength of half the country was so ridiculous and hasty. Each army fought on its own, and hundreds of thousands of troops were crushed at the first touch. Could it be that the Western Army is really inferior to Wang Song's loyal army?

As soon as this battle was lost, the Great Song Dynasty could only retreat to the south of the Yangtze River, and the Great Song Dynasty was unable to look north, and it really became half of the country.

And where should they go?

His mouth was dry, his eyes were full of stars, and the wounds all over his body were burning and painful. The long knife in his hand became heavier and heavier, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

There were only two or three thousand people left in his comrades, all covered in blood and wounded, and they were struggling with the Jin people. If we continue to fight like this, we may be wiped out in less than half an hour.

"Pull out the mountain and cover the world, and the times are not good."

This sentence came to my mind inexplicably. Even if he is as brave as Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, in the face of the hungry wolf-like Han soldiers who are constantly rushing up, only Wujiang kills himself, farewell to his concubine, not to mention himself as an ordinary man!

Chong Yan couldn't help but look in the direction of Qingjian City in the north, which was the place of his hometown. It's just that in this life, he may never be able to go back!

In the bloody battle, Chong Yan couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

The Han foot soldier on the opposite side couldn't help but be stunned, and couldn't understand why this fierce and vicious thick Song general suddenly burst into tears, and the spear that stabbed at the throat of the seed was also slowed down, and involuntarily deviated from the position.

Chong Yan struggled to separate the opponent's spear, and slashed the opponent's shoulder with a backhand, not knowing that he had walked away from the ghost gate.

The nature of the golden man, the tiger and the wolf, will never let go of himself. The Western Army had no way back to retreat, and was dying and struggling, killing one by one with red eyes. Under the bitter battle, many sergeants have entered the short-circuit stage, one move at a time, just fighting mechanically, unaware of the cruelty and blood of the battlefield.

Chongping slashed over a golden soldier, and was himself stabbed into the lower abdomen by a Jurchen knight, blood gushing out of his mouth, he convulsed in pain, blood staining half of his body.

"Tanehei!"

Chong Yan was heartbroken, stepped forward and slashed the Jurchen knight's horse leg, and then stepped forward with a knife and cut off the head of the Jurchen knight who fell off the horse.

"Big... Officials, let's... Afterlife... Again..."

Before Tanhei could finish speaking, he was already out of breath, so Tane Yan stepped forward and gently closed his eyes.

"Fan thief, return my brother's life!"

The soldiers of the Seed Army on the side, all with sad faces, everyone roared wildly, and rushed towards the tide of golden soldiers.

Chong Yan grabbed the bloodstained long knife, looked up to the sky and howled, and shed tears.

"Wang Song, where are you on a dog day?"