Outside the Xuanhua Gate, there were already thousands of troops at this time, and the fighting spirit was in full swing. The time when Wang Song arrived was when Guo Jing, the magic stick, opened the Xuanhua Gate and fled by himself, and the Jurchen soldiers took advantage of the siege. Wang Song can be said to have come at the right time.

This may really be God's arrangement!

King Qin's royal division generally went straight to the city gate and joined the inside and outside of the city wall, while Wang Song went straight to the Jurchen army.

If you go straight to the gate of Xuanhua Gate, maybe the Jin people will block you at the gate of the city, and you will be flanked back and forth, and the loyal and righteous army will lose their blood.

Today is to fly high and have a bloody battle with these northern captives, so that they know that the Song people have their own heroes.

Even a few thousand Jurchen sergeants dared to enter the entire outer city of Tokyo, and these people were really paper-paste!

Moreover, there are also 800 loyal and righteous brothers brought by Deng Shixiong. Wang Song believes in his brother!

The Jurchen front army had already entered the Xuanhua Gate, which was wide open, climbed the wall of Xuanhua Gate, and collided with Zhang Shuye's soldiers.

"Father, the commander Yao Youzhong died in battle, the Sibi soldiers have been dispersed, only He Tong and others remain, and there is still a group of civil righteous people who are resisting bravely!"

Zhang Bofen came to his father to report it, and the blood on the knife dripped from it.

"What about Liu Yanqing, what is he, the dignified four-wall defense envoy, doing?"

Uncle Zhang stood on the wall of Xuanhuamen at night, covered in blood, and commanded a few subordinates to resist.

Zhang Bofen cut down a Jin soldier who stepped forward, and said loudly: "Liu Yanqing grabbed the door and went out and was killed by the Jin people." Father, there are only our own soldiers left, and we can't resist it, so let's quickly retreat to the inner city! ”

"Today is death and death will die here, and those who retreat will be killed!"

Zhang Bofen pulled out his long knife and pounced on the Jurchen soldiers who were densely packed on the city wall.

A group of black-clothed men with guns and knives, dressed in armor of different colors, shouted and climbed the city wall of Weng City from the inside, and ran along the city walls on both sides of Weng City in two teams. They rushed out less than fifty or sixty paces before they met the roaring Jurchen army, and in an instant they fought together in blood. Although the number of men in black was small, it seemed that there were about eight or nine hundred people, but everyone bravely took the lead, not afraid of casualties, and suddenly blocked the offensive of the Jurchen soldiers.

The men in black lined up and marched forward, their spears were frequently fired, and the Jurchen sergeants on the opposite side fell to the ground frequently, even the most fierce Jurchen warriors could not withstand the stabbing of the opponent's spears.

As soon as they came into contact, they were drenched in blood, and the Jurchen warriors were not the opponents of these men in black.

Deng Shixiong slashed and slaughtered frantically, until now he still had palpitations, and finally caught up, if the Jurchens wanted to attack the city, they had to at least leave behind the corpses of more than a thousand people.

Seeing that the men in black were like crazy tigers and did not flinch, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but be stunned and asked, "Are these men in black the people of Bianliang City, how can they be so brave?" ”

Zhang Bofen shouted loudly to the men who were moving forward: "Heroes, are you the people of Bianliang City? ”

While fighting hard, Deng Shixiong shouted loudly: "What the general said is right, we are the volunteers of Bianliang City, come to help the officers and soldiers, and kill Fanzi together!"

The Jurchen sergeants were better at cavalry and shorter than white-handed, especially when they encountered such a well-trained elite as the loyal and righteous army, they retreated step by step, and they could no longer attack, leaving blood and corpses all over the ground, and the two sides stuck on the city wall.

A fat Song soldier was mixed with the countless Song army routs, and was fleeing west along the city wall from Nanxun Gate, when he suddenly heard the continuous sound of drums and horns outside the city, and he couldn't help but stop and look out.

Boundless, fearless, coming in formation, looking at death as home, facing the flood of the righteous army outside the city, the Song soldiers who were fleeing on the city wall also stood and looked out of the city together.

Snowflakes are flying, in the wilderness, flags are waving, drums are beating, countless Song troops are overwhelming, dense, and the mountains are surging like a tsunami.

Uncle Zhang was panting like a cow at night, the steel knife in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and although he had armor running through his body, he still had a few colors on his body. Seeing that there were more and more golden soldiers in front of him, he was anxious, if he continued like this, he was afraid that the outer city would be broken.

A spear stabbed over and went straight to Uncle Zhang's door. Uncle Zhang couldn't hide at night, his eyes closed, and he sighed softly.

Zhang Bo was anxious, but he was entangled by the fan in front of him and couldn't get out.

Suddenly, a spear in the oblique stab swung away the golden man's spear, followed by two spears stabbing sharply, and the golden soldier suffered a blow in the throat and leg, and fell softly.

When Uncle Zhang opened his eyes, a swarthy man had already stepped forward and said loudly: "The old general will rest for a while, and my loyal brother will take over here!" ”

Loyalty?

Uncle Zhang nodded and said loudly: "This brother, are you Wang Song's subordinates?" ”

Deng Shixiong leaked his mouth, so he had to say loudly: "Deng Shixiong, the loyal and righteous army, was ordered by the king's great officials to lead 800 brothers to come to the rescue!" ”

Uncle Zhang's heart widened, and he said loudly: "Loyal and righteous army, really loyal!" Brothers, let's work with the brothers of the loyal army to kill the majesty of these fans! ”

"Kill! Kill! ”

The Song soldiers on the city wall shouted loudly and fought forward.

Suddenly, the offensive of the Jin soldiers in front of him returned, the drums and horns outside the city were contending, and the earth-shattering explosion made Uncle Zhang's heart agitated, and before he could turn his head to look outside the city, the excited voices of the sergeants came: "Help is coming!" Help is coming! ”

Uncle Zhang looked at it at night, and the endless soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty came like a tide, and they had already crashed headlong into the army outside the Jurchen city. The sound of the cold horn sounded, and countless Jurchen fans turned around and headed towards the loyal and righteous soldiers who were pressing down.

Uncle Zhang looked at it at night, only to find that it was the front army of Jurchen Fanzi who was attacking the city, with only about 2,000 people, and the Song army on this section of the city gate, plus the loyal army, there were three or four thousand people. Moreover, looking at the posture of the loyal and righteous army, I am afraid that I can solve these golden people in front of me alone.

Uncle Zhang's face turned red, and he said loudly: "Erlang, order the soldiers to release arrows together, shoot over the fan at the city gate, and close the city gate!"

Zhang Bofen said loudly: "Brothers, our reinforcements are here, come with me, and destroy the fan at the gate of the city!" ”

On the Nanxun Gate, Sun Li turned his head and said to the officer next to him tremblingly: "You immediately go to the inner city to pass on the military order, and ask Sun Xianggong to mobilize chariots and bows and crossbows, and you must destroy the more than 1,000 people who have entered the Xuanhua Gate!" ”

On the west wall of Nanxun Gate, the Song soldiers on the city wall stopped fleeing, looking at the fighting outside the city, you look at me, I look at you, looking at each other, but no one is speechless.

After a while, the fat Song soldier said: "Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived, and the minimum number of troops in this posture is forty or fifty thousand." Zhang Xianggong is still fighting hard with Fanzi in front, there are not many people in Fanzi, let's help Zhang Xianggong in the past, kill these Fanzi, and have military exploits! If we run away and the walls are lost, we won't be able to gain anything! ”

The other Song Bing nodded and said, "Brother Ban is right!" The city wall and the city gate combined, there are more than 1,000 people, so many of us, in one go, kill and shoot them. Let's hurry back, no one will know that we escaped! ”

Before he finished speaking, the officer rode under the city wall and shouted: "Brothers, hurry up and support, there are few people, I will go and call for some rescue!" ”

"Go back, just drive them off the city wall, and we're done!"

I don't know who shouted, countless Song soldiers raised their swords and guns, roared along the city wall towards Xuanhua Gate, and fought with the Jin soldiers who came.

Arrows rained down, the Jin soldiers on the city wall of Xuanhua Gate fell one by one under the bed crossbow and feather arrows, the Jin people wanted to go to the south Xunmen, but they were suppressed near the city gate tower by the Song soldiers who rushed over and countless arrow rains.

Sun Fu was pacing back and forth uncertainly on the Vermilion Bird Gate in the inner city, when he suddenly heard the sound of fighting from the Xuanhua Gate, his face couldn't help but flush, and he said loudly: "Isn't it the Heavenly Soldier invited by Guo Tianshi, we are saved!" ”

"Xianggong, the Jurchens have climbed the city wall, and Guo Tianshi and his divine soldiers are all dead!"

The sergeant spoke loudly, his voice full of excitement.

Sun Fu was dumbfounded, and hurriedly said, "Where is Master Zhang?" ”

Before the sergeant could reply, there was already an officer under the city wall who said loudly: "Sun Xianggong, hurry up and send troops to rescue Xuanhuamen, there are less than 2,000 people in the Fanzi Thousand Army, and Master Zhang is leading the army to fight!" ”

Sun Fu poked his head out and shouted, "Does Fanzi have any backup?" ”

An officer said loudly: "Sun Xianggong, reinforcements from outside the city have arrived, and they are fighting with Fanzi outside the Xuanhua Gate." Let's hurry up and send troops to block the Xuanhua Gate! ”

Sun Fu was convinced, this Guo Jing and Guo Tianshi were things he made, if he lost the outer city because of this matter, he would die and could not be redeemed.

In history, after the shame of Jingkang, this Sun Fu was captured together with the second emperor of Huiqin, and in the face of the butcher's knife of the Jin people, he was completely unmoved, and left a sonorous last words: "My minister of the Great Song Dynasty, and the crown prince Fu also, should die!" ”

He calmly led his neck to kill, demonstrating the last integrity of the literati of the Great Song Dynasty.

There is an iron backbone, but he personally buried the country, which has become a tragedy of history, I don't know whether it is worthy of admiration or should be spurned, it is really impossible for future generations to judge.

Two thousand ironclad sergeants came out, the huge swords and axes were formidable, and the ironclad was solemn, slowly heading towards the Nanxun Gate and the Xuanhua Gate.

This is the "step armor", the last pride of the infantry of the Great Song Dynasty Forbidden Army, but because after the outer city was broken in history, the Northern Song Dynasty perished, and these sergeants disappeared in the torrent of history before they were used.

The Suzaku Gate was about five miles away from the Nanxun Gate and the Xuanhua Gate, and when the ironclad infantry arrived at the city gate, they found that the city wall had been controlled by the Song soldiers.

Xuanhua Gate, the five or six hundred golden soldiers who controlled the city gate were dumbfounded. The walls were not yet under control, and the opposing heavy infantry was coming head-on. The Jin general gritted his teeth and led his subordinates to meet him.

The heavy infantry came like a wall, and collided with the Jurchen cavalry that came first, some of the heavy infantry were knocked away, some of the Jurchen cavalry were thrown off their horses, and one by one the war horses fell to the ground with a grief.

A heavily armored Song soldier was hit with blood spitting blood, struggled to get up from the ground, and was smashed on the helmet by the Jurchen warriors who caught up, and half of his head sank.

Another heavily armored Song soldier was knocked backwards and flew out, smashing over the two Song soldiers behind, the three of them stumbled to the ground together, and lost their lives the moment they were hit by the horse, and the other two howled in pain and fell to the ground.