The night was confused, the fourth watch had passed, and the moon had quietly hidden behind the stratus clouds, as if they didn't want to see the world, and the bloody tens of thousands of people sacrificed their lives to fight.

No matter how stoic Jin Bing is, after all, it is also made of flesh. The training of the Loyal Army is harsh, and discipline and obedience are deeply rooted in the hearts of the army. The brutal battle of 50,000 or 60,000 people on both sides was evenly matched, and it was difficult to separate.

The sound of "booming" artillery continued to sound, the sound of "all" explosions was endless, with the support of artillery and earth-shattering thunder, no matter how strong the Jurchen warriors, under their cover, all flesh and blood were blurred, miserable, corpses and blood everywhere, the wounded soldiers struggled and squirmed in the blood, and the screams came and went, but no one cared.

With the continuous attack of artillery fire, the Jin army suffered heavy casualties and finally could not bear it, except for some of them who fell into white-knuckle fighting, the rest retreated.

Wang Yan and Yelu Yan led an army to follow. They entered through the west gate of the West Campus and joined Zhang Xian's Chinese army regiment together.

The grenadiers aimed at the crowded place of the golden soldiers, and threw the earth-shaking thunder indiscriminately, and the golden soldiers broke through the opponent's earth-shaking thunder fire net, which was already a heavy loss, and when they fought with the opponent's soldiers, they were often outnumbered and fell into a disadvantage in numbers.

The Jin soldiers relied on their bravery, and the loyal and righteous soldiers were disciplined and trained, and both sides were bloody in their killings, and some people kept screaming and falling, and the ones behind followed suit, continuing to live and die.

Yang Zaixing rushed to kill all the way, saw people killing, saw Buddha kill Buddha, covered in blood, and became a killing god.

This may be the happiest killing he has ever done since he joined the army.

He took 200 knights and advanced wildly in a formation, and countless golden soldiers and generals fell one after another. He took the lead, stabbing and smashing the belt, and several iron-clad gold would be killed by him one by one. Looking at the bloody, unstoppable Yang Zaixing came on a horse, picked up a golden general with a shot, shook his arm and threw it out, and many golden soldiers ran away, shouting loudly in their mouths.

"The "Saibawang" is here! Wang Song is here!"

Jin Bing's shout made Yang Zaixing stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but be stunned. It turned out that these Jin soldiers recognized him as Wang Song.

"The "Saibawang" is here, and he can finish his silver skills, so come out and die!"

Yang Zaixing roared loudly, and took the knight beside him and walked all the way forward.

Wanyan Yinshu can stand on a high place, watching the tragic fight in the school field, the smoke rising in the dark, and can't help but be frightened.

Since the appearance of this Wang Song, the Song people have become so willing to sacrifice their lives and forget death, brave and good at fighting, and their firearms have become so sharp.

The Jin people in Shangjing have been imitating the earth-shattering thunder of the Song army, but the effect of the explosion has not been good. Now, the earth-shattering thunder has not been imitated well, but the other party already has a more powerful artillery.

I don't know when there were more torches around the school field, and on the west school field, thousands of troops and horses were fighting, all in sight. Wanyan Yinshu can look forward, only to hear the sound of horses' hooves in front, the Song people's army poured into the west school field like a tide, they entered like a wall, on the way the Jin soldiers fell to the ground one after another, the situation is worrying.

"Dutong, the general situation in the east school field is not good, the righteous victory army has rebelled, they and the Song people are chasing and killing our soldiers, our army's casualties have exceeded 5,000, and if we continue to fight, I am afraid that there will be more than one luck!"

The cup was covered in blood, and even the helmet was thrown away for some reason.

"Five thousand people, you still have the face to come back!"

After finishing the silver technique, his eyes were dark, and he almost fell off his horse.

"It's just more than an hour, how can thousands of people be killed and wounded, that's a real Jurchen warrior!"

"The firearms of the Song army are very fierce, they have occupied the stables again, half of the warriors have no war horses, and the rebels of the righteous victory army are really miserable!"

"These doggy Han dogs are really unreliable. I knew that I would kill them all in the first place, and now they are all scourges!"

Wanyan Yinshu was like a knife, and the whip he waved stopped in the air.

As everyone knows, if there were no these righteous victories, the dangers of the Great Song Dynasty would be difficult to overcome with his Jurchen cavalry.

When Wang Song appeared, the morale of the soldiers of the loyal and righteous army was greatly boosted, and all of them took the lead. Because the Jin soldiers did not receive the order to retreat, they also fought to the death. The battle between the two sides became more and more fierce, every moment, someone fell, every collision, flesh and blood flew sideways, and life became like mustard at this moment, without any pity.

Seeing the soldiers he trained fall one by one, Wang Song's heart was like a knife.

"Looking at the white blades and blood, the festival of death has never been Gu Xun! You don't look at the hardships of the battlefield, and I still remember General Li", if there is really General Li, then there will still be the shame of Jingkang?

"Brothers, kill the thieves!"

Zhang Xian waved his gun and shouted wildly, and Song Junshan shouted a tsunami, which was pressed over layer by layer.

In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed in Wanyan Yinshu's heart, whether to evacuate or not? If he withdraws from Taiyuan, he will be nailed to the frame of shame in history, and at the age of 55, I am afraid that he will never have a chance to turn over.

"Warriors, come forward with me and kill this group of Song dogs!"

Don't care about punishing Beilu, who is over half a hundred years old, Wanyan Yinshuke, pulled out his long knife with a "Lingchang", and in the shout, he took the lead and rushed forward.

Cuplu's eyes were blood-red, and his legs were clamped between the horse's belly, following closely.

The frightened Jin soldiers mustered up their courage and followed behind the coach, rising up and going forward.

There are constantly columns of smoke rising, and artillery constantly hitting their heads and faces, and no matter how brave the Jurchen knights, when they see the other party's earth-shattering thunder flying in smoke, and when they hear the sound of the opponent's artillery, they will involuntarily shudder.

The stump and leg are broken, the flesh and blood are blurred, and no one can stand the tragic situation, no one can stand it.

The coach doesn't care about life and death, he takes the lead, what can they do with these pawns. If the Song people can be forced out of the city, a cavalry attack, maybe there is a possibility of turning defeat into victory.

Say anything, and drive these Song people out of the city.

"Archers, dismount, line!"

After finishing the silver technique, you can be angry. These tribal knights are used to fighting tailwind battles, and in such a crowded school field, they don't even know how to dismount to avoid shooting, and when they ride on horses, the power of shooting is greatly weakened, not to mention, they have become the target of the opponent's wanton attack.

The Jurchen knights all dismounted, formed a large formation, stretched their bows and arrows, and aimed ahead.

"Shoot!"

After finishing the silver technique, there was a roar, and the Jurchen knights shot out the feather arrows in their hands together.

The feather arrows roared, and many of the loyal soldiers in the front row were caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another, screaming endlessly.

Another round of feathered arrows galloped, and in the crowd, there were hundreds of loyal soldiers screaming again and again, and the array in the front row suddenly became sparse.

"Artillery, even people and horses, all the straight girls and thieves are blasted away by Lao Tzu!"

Zhang Xian's muscles flared up, and his throat was already hoarse.

The artillery was erected one by one, and the gunners quickly reloaded their ammunition.

Under the light of the fire, seeing that Song Jun was hurriedly loading artillery, Wanyan Yinshu secretly screamed that it was not good, and before he could give the order to dodge, on the opponent's position, the sound of "Pengpeng" sounded again.

"Lying down ......"

Before Yan Yinshu could speak, he only felt that the air around him was tight, and several golden soldiers a few steps next to him were covered in blood holes and flew straight backwards.

Many of the war horses in front of the Jin soldiers' bow and arrow array, many of them were beaten to death and live, and some of the wounded war horses turned their heads and ran, which angered many of the surrounding war horses, and the war horses scattered and fled, knocking over countless Jin soldiers.

"Leave it alone, shoot!"

After finishing the silver technique, he could break free from the cover of the soldiers, and said loudly: "Just shoot, don't stop!"

The Jin soldiers stubbornly opened their bows and arrows, and shot at the Song army's large array, completely ignoring their own casualties.

The two sides come and go, and the sergeants keep falling, and people keep making up for it. The loyal and righteous army relied on artillery and earth-shattering thunder, and the Jin soldiers were skilled in archery and horses, and their archery skills were accurate.

However, the range of bows and arrows and artillery cannot be compared, and manpower is always unable to withstand the power of firearms.

The artillery of the Song army was getting closer and closer, and the casualties of the Jin army were getting bigger and bigger.

"Yinshuke, please, withdraw your troops! The casualties of the sons and daughters are too great, and if this continues, I am afraid that some tribes will be wiped out!"

Wanyan Yinshu was hesitating, Geng Shouzhong led a team of people, covered his shoulders, and galloped over.

"Deputy commander, the brothers in the East Campus Field can't hold it anymore, and the villain escaped with all his might."

Geng Shouzhong knelt on the ground with a "poof" and cried loudly: "Deputy commander, hurry up and retreat!" Otherwise, the enemy will attack from both sides, and the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Geng Shouzhong, if it weren't for your subordinates who were in battle against the water, how could they be like this!"

Beilu pointed at Geng Shouzhong and said menacingly: "This time you lost Taiyuan City, you are the culprit!"

"Fuck your shit!"

Geng Shouzhong suddenly got up from the ground, poked his fingers and scolded loudly: "If it weren't for the fools of your subordinates who used cavalry to drive my soldiers and trampled on countless deaths and injuries, how would they have defected in front of the battle!" You pickled things, you lose Lao Tzu's army!"

Cup Lu was furious, drew his knife at each other, and scolded sharply: "You Han dog, let's see if it's your knife sharp, or Lao Tzu's knife is fast!"

"You think I'm scared of you!"

Geng Shouzhong also had red eyes and pulled out his waist knife.

After this battle, the elite of his subordinates were completely lost, and only two or three thousand people remained, which can be said to be a great loss of vitality, and it is not easy to organize such an army again.

"That's enough, keep your mouth shut!"

Wanyan Yinshu can be on the helmet, and the armor is all dust, and he is silent. In today's battle, I'm afraid he will be ruined.

He is a battlefield hero, ruthless and decisive, and he is absolutely incomparable.

"The rear army becomes the front army, the front army becomes the rear army, the rear army blocks, the front army gets on the horse and withdraws from the north gate."

He looked at Cuplu and said in a deep voice: "Cuplu, you take people to burn grain and grass, you can't leave a grain for Song Dog!"

Cup Lu hesitated: "That's tens of thousands of stones of grain and grass, and there are so many war horses......

Wanyan Yinshu scolded in a deep voice: "Don't go quickly!"

Beilu didn't dare to say anything more, picked up a team of people, and left in a hurry.

After the military order was issued, the Jurchen knights mounted their horses, turned their horses' heads, and quickly withdrew to the north gate.

Seeing that the Jin soldiers had retreated one after another, and the defeat was decided, Wang Song took off the iron spear and said to Zhang Xian: "Brother Zhang Xian, are you interested in killing the Jin people again with this official?"

Zhang Xian was taken aback, and then clasped his fists and responded: "I am willing to drive forward for the prime minister and kill the golden people together!"

In the face of the defeated army who had no intention of fighting the war, with the support of thousands of troops and horses, I believe that Wang Song will not be hurt in the slightest.

Wang Song laughed, and the thousands of cavalry of the Youyi Army followed behind the two and rushed straight towards the Jin soldiers from the side.

After finishing the silver technique, Ming Jin can withdraw the troops, but there are many people and horses, and he can't speed up for a while. The Song army sacrificed their lives to attack in the rear, and artillery and earth-shattering thunder attacked repeatedly, leaving behind the corpses of countless Jurchen knights along the way.

After finishing the Yan Yinshu Palace, he ordered the sergeants to desperately cover up the killing, the Jurchen knights kept falling, the road was bloodstained, and the corpses were piled up, and the heart of the Yan Yinshu was as hard as iron, and it did not change color.