The corpses were layered on top of each other, in different shapes, and drenched in blood, forming a trickle that melted the ice and snow.

One side wants to save and retain the last trace of vitality, and the other side wants to finish the battle and deter the people.

People turn on their backs, neighing and screaming, shouting and scolding, slashing and killing everywhere, and flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The cavalry of the Loyal Army continued to advance, and the resistance was increasing. Countless collisions and fights, with the loss of physical strength, the gradual loss of sharpness, the loss of personnel has also been heavy.

Zhang Xian took the lead, the barrel of the gun had been stained red with blood, his spear was stabbed out again and again, stabbed and smashed, and the knights around him rode spears with long knives, marched with the horses, all the way forward, I don't know how many golden soldiers and generals he killed.

Dong Xian and Niu Gao on both wings are slashing and killing, the two of them are as strong as oxen, and they have iron armor to protect their bodies, they open and close, and they are extremely powerful, and the Jin soldiers who are fighting against them have been killed by the two personalities.

Dong Wei was in the middle of battle, and the vicious long knife slashed down, cutting off the arm of a golden man, and then the war horse knocked over a panicked Han'er foot soldier.

A huge axe flew in the air, hitting Dong Wei's chest, although he was blocked by iron armor, he also had a huge pain in his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the person was also crumbling immediately.

Seeing the Jurchen knight on the opposite side rushing towards him, he exerted his divine power and slashed down, and the Jurchen knight on the opposite side blocked it with an iron rod, which shocked his arm numb. Then, the Jurchen warrior struck a heavy blow and smashed on Dong Wei's back, straight down.

Dong Wei planted from the horse, and Liu Hui, who was behind the side, had a hideous look in his eyes, and he struck out of the thorn obliquely, and the spear stabbed out like lightning, straight into the neck of the Jurchen knight's war horse.

Blood splattered, the horses neighed in pain, and their front hooves were raised high, throwing off the Jurchen knights who had no time to rejoice. Liu Hui urged the horse to grab it, and directly knocked the Jurchen warrior who landed out of the air.

Before the Jurchen knight got up, a Song soldier behind him swung out with a horsepower steel knife, and the Jurchen warrior's big head spun and fell to the ground.

"Ali scratch!"

The Jurchen knights behind had a pale-faced face, and couldn't help shouting in unison, but they could only watch their commander being killed by the Song people.

The Song soldier, who had killed Ali Sha, quickly ran into several Jurchen knights, and within a few blows, he was poked off his horse. And Liu Hui was also surrounded by the Jurchen knights in the center.

Some Jurchen knights stepped forward and wanted to retrieve the body of their commander Ali, but they suddenly ran into the swarming Song knights and fought bitterly.

There was blood and corpses all over the ground, mutilated limbs everywhere, and some seriously injured people were lying on the ground, moaning and screaming helplessly, and their eyes were full of helplessness.

This is the law of the battlefield. The living are not yet well cared for, let alone the wounded and dead. Only the victorious side can gain dignity on the battlefield.

Liu Hui's left arm was already red, and the golden man's spear just now had pierced his left arm. His arm was already sore, and he could only resist left and right, barely supporting.

Suddenly, countless war horses caught up behind, and the ironclad knights on the horse smashed with an iron spear, even with stabs, the speed was extremely fast, and the few Jurchen knights in front were killed by him.

"Great official!"

Liu Hui was dumbfounded, only to find out that the ironclad knight was Wang Song himself.

On the left flank, Niu Gao's cavalry was strongly blocked by the opponent, and the two sides immediately fell into a bitter battle. The opposing cavalry has five or six thousand people, and Niu Gao's subordinates have less than 3,000 people.

Constantly, knights on both sides fell from their horses, and the sound of weapons clashing, piercing into the human body, shouting, and roaring was incessant. Flesh and blood were flying on the battlefield, snow and fog were filled, and everyone was fighting desperately.

Among the Song soldiers and knights, there were no more cowards who escaped from the battle. There is only bloody fighting here, the law of survival in nature, and only by destroying the other party's body can you have the possibility of survival.

In the right flank array, Dong Xian's men and horses all turned red. The iron rod in his hand smashed left and right, and the Jurchen knight could not withstand his divine power, either the verbal blood that was smashed, or the tendons and bones were broken, and there was almost no enemy.

After a rush, the war horse under his crotch was seriously injured and fell to the ground, so he had to find another war horse from the battlefield and continue to do it.

With the passage of time, the Song army broke up two camps in a row, Qingcheng was in front, and the Jurchen cavalry arrived head-on, and the two sides were staggered, crowded together.

The same is true of Zhang Xian's front army, which is only slightly more than Niu Gao and Dong Xian.

The Jurchen iron horse roared in, with a hideous face and a fierce look. The first Jurchen knight was unusually strong, and the war horse under his crotch fought fast, heading straight for Zhang Xian.

Close at hand, Zhang Xian hit his horse, wrapped his right hand around the strip of cloth, held the iron gun tightly, the tip of the gun was against the ground, pulled out a red line on the snow, and galloped away.

As soon as the two sides met, the war horses screamed and the voices of the people were boiling, and several people fell under the horses, and the fierce fight began.

The young falcon smashed down with a stick on the head, and Zhang Xian flicked the tip of his gun on the iron rod, and the iron rod swung out. Zhang Xian's gun was immediately smashed head-on, but the young falcon blocked it with his shield, and the iron rod was pulled back. The two of you come and go, and they fight as a group.

Dong Ping had already arrived with the rear army foot soldiers, the sword and shield men and pikemen lined up to deal with the Han infantry soldiers who came to deal with the approaching Han Er, and 500 grenadiers followed Zhang Sheng forward and followed Wang Song.

Sai Thorn and Tai Shi led a Jurchen knight and wanted to go around behind Song Jun, but they were entangled by Zheyuexiu and his subordinate knights.

Two or three hundred steps away in front of Qingcheng, the left, right, and middle wings of the Jin people fought with the Song army.

Wanyan Zongwang stood in front of Qingcheng, his face was solemn, the Song army was extremely fierce, and he could fight with the warriors of his subordinates, on par.

The Song people are weak, how can they drill so many brave and good fighters?

When did this timid Song Emperor have the courage to stand on the city wall and cheer with drums?

Wan Yan Zong glanced eastward. Wanyan Zonghan has so many elite soldiers and strong generals, how can he not break through the battle formation of the Song soldiers?

The infantry of the Song army was in large formation, and countless Han'er foot soldiers braved the rain of arrows and rushed to the side of the rejected horses and chariots. Fearless of casualties, they desperately tried to move their horses and chariots out of the way so that the cavalry could gallop.

Before the Han Er could completely get out of the way, countless Jurchen cavalry galloped wildly, knocking over many Han Er foot soldiers, and swarmed along the wide road between the rejected horses and the chariots.

Horses and chariots were less than 20 steps away from the heavy infantry of the Song people. The Jurchen cavalry frantically poured in, and the heavy infantry spears were like a forest, pointing forward.

The Song soldiers in the back raised their shields, and the archers braved the rain of arrows and exchanged shots with each other.

Behind the sword and shield hand, a row of Song soldiers suddenly stood up, lit the iron bumps in their hands one after another, and threw them together at the Jurchen cavalry rushing forward.

"Pass! Pass!"

The sound of explosions continued to sound, and around the horses and chariots, columns of smoke continued to rise, and the offensive of the Jin people slowed down.

Several Song soldier grenadiers were shot to the ground, and several earth-shattering thunderbolts exploded, blowing up more than a dozen Song soldiers. A sky-shattering thunderbolt fell to the ground, and the officer next to him pounced on it, pressing his body against it.

Zhao Duofu covered his face with his hands, couldn't cry, and knelt down on the city wall.

Zhao Huan's face was pale, his body trembled slightly, and tears seemed to fall from his eyes.

The ministers were silent, and someone finally spoke, but it was Niu Tong.

"Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing, the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed, drive a long car, and step on Helan ......"

Before he could finish his words, he had already burst out crying.

Each earth-shattering thunder can bring at least 1~2 casualties to the golden soldiers. At one time, there were two or three hundred earth-shattering thunders, and the golden soldiers who had just broken into the big array were basically swept away.

"Get up and keep throwing!"

The wounded or killed grenadier was dragged down, and the grenadier who did not lie down lit the earth-shattering thunder in his hand and continued to throw forward, continuing to repeat the previous action.

"Pass! Open! Pass!"

There was another burst of explosions, covering a wider area, and more golden people were blown off their horses, and the corpses were layered on top of each other, with flesh and blood flying, and the stumps were broken, like a hell.

"There is no chariot and no horse, so I will pile up the corpse of Fanzi!"

Li Yanxian snorted coldly in his nostrils.

"Keep smashing it for me, smash it for five rounds!"

Li Yanxian regretted a little, Tokyo City was short of salary, and there was no way to make the wooden handle Earthquake Thunder, and now the remaining more than 2,000 Earthquake Thunderbolts are still the remaining inventory of the Loyal and Righteous Army.

Although Wang Song prepared a large number of 10,000 enemies, they were all sessile circular structures, and they could only be thrown out for more than 30 meters.

The distance of the wooden handle of the earth-shaking thunder is just slightly farther than that of a bow and arrow. This also gives the soldiers the confidence to attack each other.

Just now, he was still too careless and put the golden soldiers too close, so that he injured more than a dozen of his own grenadiers.

The grenadiers exploded five rounds in a row, throwing out more than 1,000 thunderbolts with wooden handles, causing casualties among at least three or four thousand gold soldiers.

Wanyan Zonghan was dumbfounded, his face was solemn, but Zhao Huan and the others in the city were ice and fire, and their faces finally returned to normal.

"My Da Song, there are still such iron-blooded men! Heaven bless, God protects the Great Song!"

The earth-shattering thunder smashed so tightly that hundreds of Jurchen knights still rushed out of the smoke and directly collided with the heavy infantry formation in front of them.

With the mournful roar of the war horses and the screams of the soldiers on both sides, one by one the Jurchen knights were overturned to the ground, and countless spears were stabbed out in turn, adding a lot of blood holes to each knight's body, and they died on the spot.

More than a dozen Jurchen knights turned their horses' heads and tried to escape from the spear array, but they were shot and killed one by one by the archers in the Song army's array, leaving only the ownerless horses to run away to no one on both sides.

"Look what, shoot me!"

Zhang Heng shouted, dozens of crossbow beds roared, and nearly a hundred long arrows went straight to the crowd of Jurchen knights in front.

The crossbow arrows shot out quickly, roaring in the air, and nearly a hundred Jurchen knights were knocked off the horses, knocking over several people around, causing a commotion.

"Prepare for Shoot!"

Again, the red flag in the hands of the flag officer fell heavily, and the officers roared angrily. The crossbowmen bowed forward, pulled the trigger, and the feathered arrows came out of the string, intertwining with the feathered arrows of the opponent in the air.