In the darkness, under the shaking of the firelight, the doors of the Jurchen barracks were opened one by one, and groups of Jurchen sergeants rushed out of the barracks door one after another, heading straight for the stables in the distance, obviously to seize the war horses, get on the horses and rush to kill.

In a short period of time, the area around the barracks gate was already crowded with anxious Jurchen soldiers, some of the golden soldiers put on armor, and some were still in a hurry, continuing to wear, and at the gate of the camp, thousands of Jurchen sergeants gathered, and the number was still expanding.

The earth-shattering explosions kept coming, and Seri was awakened from his sleep and sat up from his bed.

"Someone, someone!"

He pushed away the two defenseless Song women beside him, and shouted loudly while getting dressed: "Is there anyone outside, what happened?" Could it be that there is really a Song dog attacking?"

The pro-soldier had just climbed down from the woman's body, he was disheveled, and staggered out, he came to the room, and said in a panic: "General, listen to this voice, I'm afraid there is a Song attack!"

Seri kicked his own soldier on the heel and shouted, "Hurry up and check, what are you doing here!" With these Song dogs, what can they do!"

The soldiers hurried out, and Seri was so distraught that he could no longer sleep, pacing up and down the room.

He turned his head, glanced at the two panicked Han women on the bed, rolled his eyes, and shouted loudly: "You two sluts, you are stunned, why don't you hurry up and help General Ben put on his armor!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

The opportunity could not be missed, and Yelu shouted loudly, and the arrows were like flying locusts, and the archers shot their feathered arrows one after another.

"Throw guns, throw bombs!"

Zhang Heng's voice roared angrily, and more than a thousand spearmen threw out the short guns in their hands.

Feather arrows and short spears continued to shoot out, endlessly, and the bombardment of earth-shattering thunder continued one after another, and the pillars of smoke in front of the Jurchen military camp burst out, and one by one the Jurchen soldiers were blown down and shot to the ground, and the crowd of Jurchen soldiers immediately thinned out, and a large number of them were killed and injured in an instant.

"Quick, all go back!"

Seeing the heavy casualties among their subordinates, the Jurchen generals had to command the sergeants to retreat towards the barracks.

The barracks were so small that only two people could enter and exit at the same time, and the Jurchen sergeants, who numbered a large number of them, were stuck at the door of the barracks, and the door of the barracks was in chaos.

"Brothers, archery!"

Seeing that the Jurchen sergeants were exposed at the door of the barracks and became targets one by one, Yelu was willing to miss the opportunity, commanding his subordinates, and was busy shooting continuously.

"Blow up these shit!"

Dong Ping shouted angrily, and the grenadiers rose up one by one, and the earth-shattering thunder in their hands fell into the Jurchen crowd in front of the barracks like hailstones.

Feather arrows and short spears were endless, the barracks were full of dead corpses, layer upon layer, and the Jurchen warriors suffered heavy casualties, screaming and fleeing, and there was no longer the majesty of the past.

Either you die or I die, some Jurchen sergeants saw that the situation was in crisis, and they ran to the stables on the other side, wanting to ride their war horses against each other.

While shooting arrows, Yelu and his subordinates generally ran directly into the crowd of Jurchen soldiers who were leaving. With a slash in the head, he cut off half of the arm of a Jurchen sergeant, and then rode up and knocked a Jurchen sergeant away, whose mouth spurted blood, shrunk to the ground, and the horses that followed him stepped over him.

Yelu Yan and other rebel cavalry attacked, and none of the Jurchen knights who rushed out were spared, and they died one after another, and the Jurchen soldiers behind retreated one after another.

After leaving behind countless corpses, some of the Jurchen sergeants finally fled back to the barracks.

Under the light of the fire, the front of the barracks was full of the corpses of Jurchen soldiers, with broken arms and legs, the wounded lying in pools of blood howling and groaning, the internal organs of the human body were everywhere, and the blood stained the entire ground.

Back in the barracks, the Jurchen sergeants hid inside, constantly shooting feathered arrows, and resisted stubbornly. Some of the rebels were caught off guard and were shot to the ground.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Yelu organized the archers to fight back and suppressed the opposing archers. Bands of pikemen and grenadiers, shields in hand, and under the cover of archers, approached the gates of the barracks of the battalion.

The grenadiers lit the wires and, under the cover of the archers, threw the earth-shattering thunderbolts into every barracks.

The explosion of "boom, boom" kept ringing. In the darkness, a ringing of fire with a large bowl mouth burst out in the barracks, and thick smoke billowed from the barracks, followed by heart-rending screams.

Countless Jurchen sergeants came out of the barracks doors and windows, apparently blown up by the other side's earth-shattering thunder and had nowhere to hide. Feather arrows roared, a rain of arrows was fought, and the sound of "poof" was endless, and the Jurchen soldiers fell to the ground one by one.

The Jurchen knights who escaped rushed forward, but they collided head-on with the spearmen of the rebels, and in an instant their flesh and blood flew sideways.

"Bump into it!"

Li Yanxian took the lead, led his cavalry to rush up from the side, joined the battle group, and a group of knights slashed wildly. The Jurchen sergeants were flanked from the front and back, and soon fell into a predicament, only having the ability to parry, but not the power to fight back. The Loyal Army had a huge advantage and began to control the entire battlefield.

Breaking the Jurchen sergeants in front of them, the pikemen rushed into the various Jurchen barracks one after another and launched an attack on the remaining Jurchen sergeants. The fierce fighting sounded again.

Inside the official office, Seri was restless and stomped around, and several Jurchen sergeants staggered in, covered in blood and staggering.

"General, the Song people have opened the east gate and have occupied the entire arena, and the warriors have suffered heavy losses and can't hold it anymore!"

Seri was taken aback, and then shouted angrily: "Song Bing is cowardly, cowardly as a mouse, how can he be so strong? Hurry up and get on your horses and go with General Ben to kill the thief!"

The sergeant cried and said, "General, listen to the sound of fighting outside, if my Dajin warrior has the upper hand, why is there no one to report to the general?" Now the plan is to leave quickly, the Song people will arrive soon, and the general will make a decision quickly!"

Seri pondered for a while, his two triangular eyes turned, and he said to the sergeant: "Kill the Song woman inside, immediately gather the warriors in the mansion, go out from the north gate, go to find Yinshuke, and then go back to Song Gou to take revenge!"

Hundreds of Jurchen knights put on their helmets and armor, got on their horses, followed Seri, rushed out of the palace gate, and took advantage of the darkness of the night to ride out of the north city gate and go out.

In the darkness, under the city walls, above the wilderness, torches rose in the sky, and countless Song soldiers armed with spears and knives blocked the road of Seri and the others.

Seri was shocked and quickly reined in his horse. Behind the earth-shattering shouts of killing, Seri looked back, only to see a large number of rebels rushing out of the city gate, blocking the back road of his group.

Seri is a fierce general who killed in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, and his hundreds of Jurchen warriors are also among the best warriors in the tribe. Even so, in the darkness, under the light of the fire, in the face of the silence of the other party, like a sharp pawn coming from the wall, the fear in the hearts of these people is even greater.

Since the Jurchen army went south, they burned, killed and looted along the way, did all kinds of evil, how many sins were created, and how many Song people's undead were under the knife, they are clear.

Now, finally, evil is rewarded, and it is clear that the sharp blade of the Song people is finally going to be put on their necks.

Seri slowly drew his long knife, clamped his legs between the horse's belly, brandished the long knife, and rode forward. More than 200 warriors followed him, armed with sharp blades, screaming wildly, wanting to fight to the death and break out of the encirclement of the rebels.

"Death without repentance!"

Zhang Xian snorted coldly and waved his hand.

Countless short spears were thrown over, and in a row for three rounds, the Jurchen knights who were sitting immediately were already only dozens of people.

Seri was bleeding profusely from his legs, and he endured the pain and managed not to fall off his horse. He galloped wildly, hoping for luck, wanting to fight for a chance and break out of the encirclement.

A dozen sparkling iron bumps were thrown over, unusually glaring in the darkness. Seri was shocked, and before he had time to dodge, the sound of "boom" sounded, and Seri only felt severe pain all over his body, and the whole person flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

The Jurchen knights on the horse were blown down two or three times in succession, fell under the horses, the horses neighed, and fell heavily to the ground one by one. The rebels stepped forward one after another, spears and stabs, and the Jurchen knights were full of blood holes, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

Seri was panting and both of his legs were blown off, but this guy's life was so hard that he just wouldn't close his eyes.

Outside the city gates, there were no Jurchen soldiers alive. Zhang Xian rode up, cut off Seri's head with a knife, raised it high with a gun, and said loudly: "Killed another general!"

The battle in the school yard was over, and the rebels divided into several routes, each pursuing the fleeing Yu Kou.

Wang Song entered the Zhizhou Yamen and couldn't help but let out a long sigh when he saw the few naked Song women who were killed.

Everyone searched everywhere, and a large pile of things was placed on the table in a mess. Wang Song fiddled around a few times and found that there was also a holy decree from the imperial court to the governor of Ruzhou. Wang Song's heart moved, and he grabbed it and put it in his arms.

When Zhang Xian came in with Seri's head, Wang Song breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Finally, this thief didn't escape!"

The sky was bright, the city was full of green smoke, corpses were strewn and bloodstained, and the battle was finally over.

Zhang Heng said with great joy: "Great official, in this battle, our army annihilated more than three thousand war horses and captured more than three thousand war horses, this is a big harvest, and now our army has six or seven thousand war horses, and the armor is complete, and it is second to none in the entire Great Song Dynasty!"

Wang Song nodded, every time the Jurchen army broke through a key point occupied by the Jurchen army, the war horses, weapons and food could be greatly replenished, which could be regarded as a war to feed the war.

After the battles of Luoyang and Ruzhou, he not only had six or seven thousand cavalry, thousands of archers, but most importantly, his subordinates participated in two actual battles and received great training, which can be described as a strong army.

"Pass the order down and speed up the cleaning of the battlefield!"

Seeing that the sky was bright, Wang Song ordered to go down.

"Let the brothers hurry up their food, replenish food and grass, and let us leave as soon as possible!"

After all, the rebel army is still in the hinterland of the Jurchen army, and it is only by leaving quickly that it can save itself.

Now, Wang Song has gained some experience in the 16-character formula of guerrilla warfare in later generations.

Zhang Xian asked: "Daguanren, where is our army going this time, should we go to the direction of Tokyo?"

Wang Song shook his head and turned his gaze to the reckless and vast Funiu Mountain.

"Brother, our army's successive sneak attacks on Xijing and Ruzhou have completely angered the Jin army, and they are already the target of everyone. Funiu Mountain is dense with mountains and forests, and our army needs to lurk for a few days, and then continue to the north to reinforce Bianjing!"

According to historical records, the current Bianliang City should be relatively safe. He annihilated more than 10,000 female Allah forces around Gyeonggi, and the defense of Bianliang City was ultimately of some benefit.

With the current military strength of the loyal and righteous army, if it fights with the Jurchen army in the field, it will definitely be defeated, and now it can only adopt the method of guerrilla warfare, and the enemy will flee when he comes.