"Whoosh!"

A feathered arrow burst through the air, and a running rebel was shot in the face, screaming, and fell head-on.

The shape of the Jurchen's feathered arrow is like a chisel, and once shot, the wound surface is extremely large, and it is either dead or wounded. The remaining Jurchens fired a round of arrows, and forty or fifty rebels fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the two sides were extremely close, and the Jurchens were fighting in a hurry. The Jurchen knight only shot a round of feathered arrows, and it was already in contact with the short knives of the righteous army that rushed up.

A feathered arrow flew above Wang Song's head and hit one of the rebels behind. Wang Song was shocked, clenched his spear, ran faster, and entered the battle group in a blink of an eye.

Zhai Liang and several rebels followed closely behind Wang Song, and in a blink of an eye, they entered the battle circle and fought with the oncoming Jurchen knights.

A Jurchen knight was about to shoot an arrow, Zhang Heng burst out of the darkness, and with a vicious knife, he slashed the Jurchen knight's shoulder, and half of his arm fell off.

The Jurchen knight screamed, covered his severed arm with his hand, lay on the ground, and then howled.

"Brothers, kill!"

Dong Ping swung the long knife, took the lead, and as soon as he made contact, the long knife slashed down fiercely, cutting down a Jurchen soldier in front of him.

Thirty or forty paces away, a moment came, the two sides collided together in an instant, and the screams rang out, and the brutal white-knuckle battle began.

The Jurchen people are immediately national, and the first reaction of the Jurchen knights after being attacked is to go to find a war horse and want to get on the horse and rush to kill.

A Jurchen knight untied the reins tied to the tree, hurriedly stepped on his horse, struck his horse forward, stabbed a rebel with a spear, followed the horse and knocked over a rebel who came forward, and flaunted his might, rode his spear straight, and rushed forward.

When several rebels saw the Jurchen knights coming on horseback, they hurriedly avoided to both sides and made way for a way.

Wang Song quickly stepped forward, jumped up, and smashed a shot into the neck of the war horse. The horse neighed and fell to the ground, knocking the Jurchen knight off his horse.

Zhai Liang stepped forward and roared angrily, and the spear stabbed into the side butt of the opponent's breastplate.

Wang Song grabbed the horse, stepped up, and rushed straight towards the Jurchen knights.

"Brothers, fence it off, don't let anyone go!"

Wang Song rode his horse, his eyes looked around, he wanted to make sure that today's Jurchen knights could not get away with a single person, so as not to reveal the news and startle the snake.

This is also the reason why he explained Zhang Heng and Dong Ping, and besieged him on three sides. He wanted to make sure that the Jurchen army was not allowed to know their whereabouts for the next day or two.

The other Jurchens tried to come forward and grab their horses, but they were either stabbed to the ground by the rebels or forced back.

Seeing that they couldn't grab the horses, the Jurchen knights were already fighting with each other, so they retreated step by step, gathered together, and formed a formation.

A Jurchen officer shouted a few words, and the Jurchen knights formed a circle formation, with the shield hands outside, forming a circle barrier, and the spears were like a forest, aiming at the outside, and forming a confrontation with the rebels on all sides.

In addition to riding spears, Jurchen knights are heavy weapons such as long knives and axes, and even if there are less than a hundred people left, they are still extremely fierce. Although the loyal and righteous army fought fiercely and fought hard, they suffered because they did not have good weapons or armor to protect themselves.

During the battle, people on both sides continued to fall, but it was clear that the casualties of the Jurchens were far smaller than those of the Loyal Army.

One of the rebels only took a step closer, and was caught by the opponent's shield with a long knife, and was slashed at the waist, revealing the intestines in his stomach. A Jurchen soldier took an arrogant step and smashed his head with an iron rod.

A volunteer soldier had just stabbed a Jurchen knight in the abdomen, and blood burst out. Before he could rejoice, a Jurchen knight grabbed the barrel of his gun and cut off his head with an axe.

Looking at it, only some martial arts warriors in the righteous army can really compete with these Jurchen knights, and the rest are at least 2 to 3 volunteer troops to deal with a Jurchen knight.

This is already the case under the horse, if you ride a war horse, these Jurchen knights, I don't know how lethal they are!

Since most of the Jurchen knights were not wearing armor and were worried about the opponent's short spear attack, they did not form a formation at first, but wanted to mount their horses and fight back.

When the Song soldiers attacked, they lost dozens of men, and then they knew that the other party had no follow-up short-gun attacks. The Jurchen cavalry relied on the circle formation to form a confrontation with the loyal army.

The dozen or so Jurchen knights outside the circle fought on their own, and were tightly surrounded by the rest of the rebel army in the middle, unable to retreat, but could only fight hard.

Although the rebels surrounded the Jurchen knights in the circle, they failed to break through. The two sides were evenly matched, with the rebels relying on a large number of people, while the Jurchens relied on the courage of the circle formation and their own individual soldiers.

The trapped beast was still fighting, and Wang Song snorted coldly in his nose. The rebels did not have the experience of large-scale battlefield fighting, but once they were familiar with it, the Jurchens could no longer take advantage.

Dong Ping and Zhang Heng rushed forward, both of them were covered in blood, obviously just after a fight.

Wang Song asked loudly: "Two brothers, have you missed the net?" ”

Dong Ping clenched his fists and replied loudly: "The big officials can rest assured that the brothers have three layers inside and three layers outside, and there will never be any fan who slips through the net!"

Wang Song nodded and said, "You and Deng Shixiong will firmly guard the periphery for me, and I will go down in person to deal with these lone thieves first!"

The three of them took the order and left. Wang Song stepped forward and joined the battle group on the periphery of the rebel army.

Zhai Liang fought with a Jurchen warrior, this person was amazingly powerful, and it seemed that he was a rare warrior among the Jurchens.

The Jurchen warrior was infinitely powerful, he roared repeatedly, and slashed down several times, Zhai Liang's wrist was already numb, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding.

Zhai Liang's blood surged, he was furious, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, he roared, struggled to swing away the long knife that the other party had chopped over, rolled on the ground, and the spear stabbed out continuously.

Caught off guard, the Jurchen warrior was stabbed twice in the leg, couldn't bear the pain, and fell to his knees. Zhai Liang's spear stabbed out with lightning and directly pierced the throat of the Jurchen warrior.

Zhai Liang pulled out his spear, and the blood on the neck of the Jurchen warrior shot out like a fountain, Zhai Liang stepped forward and shot the man's head, and the Jurchen warrior's brain burst and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

The Jurchen knights who fought alone on the periphery, surrounded and annihilated by the superior forces of the rebel army, were weak and had no war horses, and they were stabbed to the ground one by one, and the screams spread far away in the dark night, which made people's hearts tense frequently.

As soon as the situation in the field changed, a Jurchen officer shouted a few times, and the other Jurchen knights escorted him one after another, and quickly moved away in the direction of the war horse.

It seems that the Jurchen knights also understood that if they wanted to escape, they must have war horses, and instead of waiting here for death, it was better to give it a go.

Song Junzhi regarded death as home, which greatly surprised them. The Song army's position showed that they were going to stay here tonight.

The rebels who blocked were caught off guard and fell into the encirclement of the Jurchen knights, and soon more than ten people fell under the siege of the Jurchen cavalry.

The rebels were also red-eyed, several people fell, and more people rushed up behind, spears stabbed out in turn, and several Jurchen knights in front had nowhere to hide, howling and falling one after another.

Once again, the two sides were locked in a bitter battle, with the sounds of fighting and screams coming one after another, and blood splattering everywhere, making people feel intimidated by the smell.

The fishermen and hunters went south, relying on their powerful cavalry impact. These Jurchen knights had no horses, and most of them had no armor, and with only brute strength and tenacity, they had little advantage.

Wang Song watched carefully, and there were still forty or fifty Jurchen knights left. There are many dreams at night, and you have to rush to kill the bear ridge overnight, and it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"Brothers, destroy these fans!"

Wang Song took the lead, and Zhai Liang, Zhang Heng, Dong Ping, and Deng Shixiong followed one after another and joined the battle together.

As soon as he joined, the tide of the battle immediately changed, and the offensive of the oncoming Jurchen knights immediately slowed down.

A spear and a stick came together, Wang Song rolled and dodged, and before the two of them could get up straight, the iron gun wheel swept around, and the gun smashed into the calves of the two Jurchen knights, and the legs of the two were broken, and they each screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

The two volunteers stepped forward, stabbed their spears and penetrated through their chests, resulting in the lives of the two Jurchen knights.

A Jurchen knight raised his long knife, and before he could slash at the fallen rebels, he was already killed by Wang Song, knocked him over with his body, and fell to the side.

Before he could get up, he had been slashed at the neck by a long knife of a volunteer army, and his head and body were separated.

Several more long knives were cut down in unison, Wang Song's spear shaft blocked upwards, and the Jurchen knight's long knife slashed on the spear shaft, sparks splashed, and Wang Song's arms were numb.

Wang Song's spear wheel swinged, the two Jurchen knights were stabbed in the abdomen, dripping with blood, the two screamed and retreated, and the Jurchen knights behind hurriedly dragged the two down.

Seeing that Wang Song was menacing, the Jurchen officers killed and wounded five or six warriors in the army in a blink of an eye. He roared angrily, pounced with a swarthy mace, and stopped him with a stick, trying to smash Wang Song into a pulp.

The mace whistled, and the fishy flesh on the mace was almost disgusting. It seems that this Jurchen officer doesn't know how many Song people he has killed and how many innocent people have been killed!

Wang Song greeted him, blocked it directly with the barrel of the gun, and the mace smashed on the barrel of the gun, and under the huge force, Wang Song couldn't help but take half a step back. A Jurchen knight saw that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and it was a knife to stop his waist.

Wang Song fell to the ground, and the spear pierced directly into the abdomen of the Jurchen knight, and the Jurchen knight was in pain, throwing away the steel knife in his hand, and holding the gun tightly in his hand.

Wang Song stood up and suddenly exerted his strength, and the stout Jurchen knight was picked up by him with an iron spear.

The Jurchen knight was tall and strong, at least about two hundred catties, and Wang Song actually picked him directly in the air.

Under the firelight, seeing Wang Song's move, the sergeants on both sides were dumbfounded, and the rebels were surging in blood, and many people were clamoring loudly.

Deng Shixiong's face was bloody, he couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted loudly: "The big official is mighty!"

Dong Ping was dumbfounded, and the long knife slashed Huashan, slashed the person in front of him, and roared: "Barbarian thieves, dare to underestimate the Song people!" ”

The morale of the Jurchen knights was overwhelmed, and even the swords and guns in their hands slowed down.

"Go!"

Wang Song shouted angrily, his arms exerted force, and with a stroke of his spear, the body of the Jurchen knight flew straight towards the Jurchen officer.

The Jurchen officer was extremely angry, he smashed the Jurchen knight's body with a stick, and "Tengteng" rushed forward in a few steps, and the iron rod smashed down head-on.

Wang Song rolled around, the iron rod smashed on the ground, smoke and dust flew, Wang Song took the opportunity to shoot, stabbed the Jurchen officer's thigh, and cut a hole.

The Jurchen officer was very strong, his left leg was injured, but he was still very brave, he chased Wang Song with a strange scream, and he did not leave Wang Song's body, it seemed that the injury was not too serious.