Seeing that many soldiers of the Loyal and Righteous Army fell in the rain of arrows, with countless casualties, and the Han people were numerous and boundless, posing a huge threat to the right wing of the Loyal and Righteous Army, Ma Kuo's face couldn't help but become solemn.

"Xianggong, let your subordinates go forward and kill for a while."

"Ma Xuanzan, be careful!"

Ma Kuan crisscrossed the north and south, escaped death several times, and Wang Song also wanted to see what kind of skills this famous man in history was.

Ma Kuo nodded in agreement, picked up a battalion of sergeants, beat the horses out, and went straight to the Han'er in the eastern camp.

He took the lead, and instantly rushed into the group of Han'er, with a long knife, several Han'er broke their arms and legs, and they were all knocked to the ground.

The knights of the Xuanfu Division of the First Battalion followed the horse wide, formed an arrow, and chiseled in from Han'er's flank.

The knights of the Xuanfu Division are all strong warriors in the army, skilled in bows and horses, they are full of iron armor, and the war horses are draped in horse harnesses, and they are like tigers with wings, and everywhere they go are full of blood, and there are countless Han'er who have been cut down and knocked over, and there are countless broken limbs and broken bodies everywhere.

Ma Kuo beat his horse and galloped wildly, heading straight for the Jin soldiers in Han'er's array. These are the prison troops in the Han'er array, get rid of these Jurchen generals, the Han'er group of dragons will be leaderless, and they will naturally collapse without a fight.

Seeing Ma Kuo's riding array rampage, as if entering a no-man's land, he rushed quickly. The Jurchen generals also shouted wildly, and the surrounding Jurchen knights gathered one after another, more than a hundred people, and they gathered in a formation and crashed towards the horse expansion cavalry formation.

The two sides were like crazy, and they collided together in an instant. It was just one impact, and the formations of the two sides were scattered at once, and the number of people was also thinned.

The two sides were entangled, a loyal knight cut off with a long knife, and the head of a Jurchen knight flew out. Before he could turn his head, he had been smashed on the back by the Jurchen knight behind him, and he dismounted with a bang.

Ma Kuo held the blade, the long knife flew up and down, and several Jurchen knights at the head were either cut or smashed over, and they fell off their horses one after another.

Wang Song sighed, hand-to-hand combat, it was a tragic abnormality, and the soldiers were inevitably killed and injured.

He fixed his mind, looked at it from the clairvoyant mirror, and directly expanded a big knife, which made it extremely powerful, and everywhere he went, the Jurchen knights fell off their horses one after another, and couldn't help but admire: "After the gate, it really lives up to its reputation!"

Zhi Yuezhi smiled lightly: "Wang Xianggong is nicknamed "Saibawang", and he is naturally extremely brave. If Xiang Yu is alive, I don't know if he will rob Yu Ji with you, and whether Liu Ji can still be the emperor?"

Wang Song laughed, Zheyuezhi is well-read and strong-remembered, has a hearty personality, and is very comfortable to get along with. A famous child, with a graceful bearing, plus long arms and legs, a thin waist and hips, there are all the materials that should be ......

Wang Song couldn't help but glance at her more, except for a slightly dark complexion, everything else was the best choice.

At this time, Zhi Yuezhi was attracted by the tragic battle on the battlefield, and did not notice Wang Song's reaction at all.

A Jurchen head of a hundred households saw that Ma Kuo was so fierce, he was furious, beat the horse and galloped wildly, and before the person arrived, the flail in his hand was already roaring.

Ma Kuan lowered his body to dodge, and the heavy knife in his hand slashed upward, and the knife borrowed the horse's momentum, and when the two horses were staggered, he scratched the opponent's horse strength at once.

The horse was seriously injured and unable to move forward, so he knelt on the ground with four hooves and removed the Jurchen Hundred Household Chiefs from his horse. More than a dozen war horses roared past, and before the head of the hundred households could get up, he had already been trampled on and whined.

Seeing that there were few Jurchen generals left in the Han'er array, Ma Kuo and the remaining more than 400 knights went on a rampage, and the Han'er array that was rushing was in chaos.

The artillery on the high ground rang out again, and countless lead pellets roared out, and the Han'er could no longer withstand the double-sided attack of the Song army, and began to withdraw to the east one after another.

Ma Kuo was covered in blood and led his subordinates to retreat. In the battle just now, the sergeant of the Xuanfu Division under his command had lost more than 100 people, all of whom were good in the army, which really made it difficult for him to get excited.

The defeat was like a mountain, the loyal and righteous army feathers and arrows galloped, and on the way to escape, the stubble of the Han fell down, and those who escaped by luck lost their armor, and swords and guns were thrown everywhere. The guys didn't look back, and fled for their lives in the northeast direction.

Before I knew it, it was past noon, the sky was beginning to clear, and the white sun was breaking through the clouds.

It has been three hours since the Loyal Army joined the battle. On the battlefield, there was a sea of corpses and blood, and both Song and Jin were desperately fighting, completely forgetting hunger, thirst and cold.

Zhi Yuezhi stood on a high place, looking at the bloody battlefield in front of him, watching one after another loyal and righteous soldiers being carried off the battlefield, he couldn't help but be frightened and pale.

Since the Xuanhe period, the Zhejia army has fought several battles with the Western Xia, Da Liao, and the Jurchens, and has never been as tragic as today. If the Zhejia army is put on top of this field battle, it will not be able to withstand the cruel battle of the Jurchens in front of them, and it will be difficult to be optimistic with a thunderous blow.

Niu Gao didn't know how many Jin people he had killed and injured, and he was covered in blood, as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood. Yang Jin next to him was also scarred. More than half of the 300 personal soldiers around the two lost more than half, and only more than 100 people remained. Everyone joined together, rushing left and right, and the third battalion of the Jurchen cavalry was also crumbling.

The Jurchen army is composed of various tribes, some small tribes only have a few hundred, or about a thousand people, such a cruel battle, many tribes have been disabled, and many tribes have been directly exterminated.

Although countless Jurchen warriors moved forward bravely, the Song army on the other side did not care about the casualties, and there were many people, and the main general was even more brave, the defense line of the Jurchen knights retreated step by step, and the other party was pressing step by step, if it were not for the perseverance of the Jurchen soldiers, I am afraid that the defense line would have been broken down by the Song army.

The steel knife in the hand of a Song soldier was shaken away, and with a loud roar, he jumped up from his horse, pulling down the Jurchen knight on the opposite horse, and the two rolled into a ball on the ground.

The Jurchen knight relied on his strength, pressed Song Bing under him, took out the short knife on his waist, and stabbed him a few times, Song Bing's eyes opened wide and he lost his voice.

As soon as the Jurchen knight stood up, two Song soldiers' spears stabbed him, one left and one right, straight into his ribs. The Jurchen knight screamed, the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained, his knees were weak, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Xu San was exhausted, and these Jurchen soldiers were stoic. He had already killed five people, and he had many wounds on his body, large and small.

A Jurchen knight slashed left and right, fierce and abnormal, knocking the two Song soldiers on the opposite side off their horses. The Jurchen knight held a long knife, showing off his might, with an unstoppable expression on his face, and a cyan birthmark on the left side of his face was clearly visible.

Xu San saw it clearly, and immediately his eyes turned red. Isn't this Jurchen knight the same Jurchen officer who slaughtered their village!

That cyan birthmark, he will never forget it for the rest of his life!

Xu San felt his blood burn all at once, and the family's voices and smiles appeared in front of him again. His blood was boiling, his body was full of strength, he clenched the long knife in his hand, and beat his horse towards the Jurchen knight.

Urigai had just cut down two Song soldiers, and was about to move forward, but a Song soldier rushed over from the oblique stab, and the long knife in his hand slashed at him.

Urigay set up an iron rod to block the opponent's long knife, and the knives and sticks were intertwined, and sparks flew everywhere. Urigai's hands were numb, and he couldn't help but secretly say, this Song soldier is so powerful!

"Fanzi, in the first year of Jingkang, you have been to Hedong, do you remember Xujia Village in Xihe, Fenzhou?"

Xu San shouted angrily, and Urigai first made a fuss, and then laughed fiercely.

"Fenzhou Xihe, Lao Tzu has been there, burned a lot of villages, killed a lot of Song dogs, what's the matter, there are your parents in it?"

Urigay replied in a stiff Chinese dialect, a cruelty flashing in his eyes.

"Holy shit, take your life!"

Xu San's moves are desperate and fierce. Urigai was also beaten out of anger, and the two of them went back and forth, and when the time came, it was difficult to solve.

Xu San saw that it was difficult to win for a while, and in a hurry, the long knife suddenly came out of his hand and went straight to Urigai's front door.

Urigay was taken aback and knocked away the flying long knife. Xu San jumped off his horse and knocked Urigai off his horse.

The two of them fell heavily to the ground, Xu San took out the short knife on his waist and pounced on Urigai, all of which were close kung fu of flashing, spreading, soaring, and moving.

Urigai's long knife fell to the ground, and under the attack of Xu San's life, he retreated step by step. The slightest carelessness caused him to suffer several blows to his leg, and he fell to the ground in unbearable pain.

"Take your life!"

Xu San's eyes were blood-red, and he rubbed his body forward, and the short knife quickly stabbed Urigai in the abdomen a few times, and Urigai let out a beastly howl and began to twitch.

Xu San pounced forward, and the short knife rested on Urigai's neck. The eyes of the two were staring at each other, Urigai's eyes were red, Xu San's eyes were bloodshot, he pulled hard, and the blood on Urigai's neck splattered out, spraying Xu San's face and body.

The Jurchen knights in the back shouted loudly, and their own thousand household chiefs were killed by the other party on the spot, and more than a dozen Jurchen knights beat their horses and galloped wildly, and rushed towards Xu San viciously.

Song Junyu's arrows roared, and the Jurchen knights who came came fell to the ground one after another, and both men and horses were shot into hedgehogs. Two Song soldiers stepped forward and dragged the exhausted Xu San back.

The Jurchen warriors who fought fiercely were all frightened at the moment. The cruelty of the battlefield and the tenacity of the other party made these fanatics who grew up in the white mountains and black waters, bloodthirsty and warlike, and took plundering as fun, also felt afraid.

Looking at his own clan, the warriors in the tribe, one by one were cut down from the horses by the Song army. The Jurchen knights were full of grief and anger, but they were also helpless and frightened.

Seeing that the other party threw more than a dozen smoking iron bumps over, the Jurchen knight's heart was frightened, let out a roar, and quickly went backwards.

Under the continuous blows of the loyal army, the Jurchen knights finally withdrew from the camp, looked and retreated, and headed north.

Wan Yan stood on the high slope, staring at the battlefield in front of him, with a look of despair in his eyes. With so many casualties among his warriors, how did he face their families.

Wan Yan Sali's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but shed tears, and sobbed: "The Song army is so fierce and relentless, is it to kill our army?"

The head of the thousand households next to him showed disdain, and said loudly: "Deputy Commander, you withdraw first, and the villain will lead a team of warriors to break off!"

Wan Yan Sali wiped a handful of tears, nodded and said: "Hu Li, after you take the two of Mou Ke, as long as the Song army no longer chases, you will immediately lead the warriors to retreat and meet at Jianning Fort."

Hu Li was extremely impatient, and said loudly: "The deputy capital will go first, and I will lead people to break off!"

Hu Li led two teams of Jurchen cavalry to gallop out and went straight to the cavalry of Niu Gao, Yang Jin and others.

Hu Li took the lead, and the Jurchen knights opened their bows and arrows, and were about to shoot out, when the Song cavalry in front spread out on both sides, and the artillery of one gate was exposed.

The sound of "Peng Peng" was endless, the white smoke wall rose in bursts, and Hu Li's chest was hit by artillery fire, and he was sent out by artillery fire, and his whole body was covered with blood holes.

One by one, the Jurchen cavalry dismounted. The artillery of the Song army fired two rounds, and several rounds of earth-shattering thunder smashed out, and the Jurchen cavalry that came had already been swept away.

After Yan Sali drank his heart, his heart was shocked, and tears fell again. Song Jun's firearms were so powerful, he didn't know how many of his troops would be left.

In the midst of the Song army's array, Wang Song was also heartbroken. Today's battle situation is too tragic, just looking at so many wounded, Wang Song knows that there are at least five or six thousand casualties, almost as much as thirty percent of the army.