"Yelu Ma Wu ran away, he ran away with the Jurchen mongrel!"

The sharp-eyed Han'er saw the Jurchen cavalry brigade leave and shouted loudly.

"This shit, he really abandoned us and ran away by himself!"

"Ma Wu ran away, Lao Tzu has been with him for so many years, how can he be like this?"

"Ma Wu ran away, the Jurchens escaped, what should we do?"

The Han'er, who struggled to resist, no longer regained his previous composure, and fought and retreated, and they all clamoured.

Without the support of the Jurchens, the Han'er immediately lost their backbone and became powerless.

On the battlefield, what is fought is momentum. Han'er's morale was taken away, the Song army's offensive was even more ferocious, and Han'er's fighting spirit was completely lost, and he fell in a pool of blood one by one.

"Grandpa, it's down, don't kill it!"

"Grandpa Song Jun, the Han people don't kill the Han people, we have surrendered!"

Under the heavy casualties, the Han children could no longer support it, and many people fell to the ground, threw away the weapons in their hands, and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Pass the order, the reckless, shoot and kill!"

Li Jin was covered in blood and took the lead in drinking.

Yelu Ma Wu roared away with the Jurchen knights, rampage all the way, knocking over many of his subordinates along the way, causing bursts of angry scolding.

The Song army marched forward one after another, and as far as the eye could see, the houses and shops on the side of the street were broken and the windows were broken one by one, and the traces of smoke and fire were still there. In the ruins, the corpses of the people can be seen everywhere, and there are blood stains everywhere.

Zhao Qi's eyes were red, and he pointed to the Jurchen cavalry in front of him with large bags and small bags and full of weight, and said indignantly: "Zhao Commander, chase it." Just let it go, doesn't it seem too cowardly? ”

Zhao Yun's face turned pale, and he turned his head suddenly.

"Zhao Qi, the military order issued by the prime minister, do you want to mutiny?"

"Zhao Commander, villains don't dare!"

Zhao Qi's face was red, his ears were red, he was sweating profusely, and he hurriedly retreated.

Among the loyal and righteous army, discipline and obedience are the most, and no one dares to challenge the military orders of the officials.

Zhao Yun led everyone out of the East City Gate, opened up a distance, and stayed far behind Yelu Ma Wu and the others.

The official road leading from Handan to Zhaozhou, the north slope of the northeast ten miles, the trees are verdant, the trees are shady, the terrain here is towering, and the east and west are dangerous.

Wang Song leaned against the towering pines and cypresses in a hollow, closed his eyes and rested.

In the battle of Yangjiagou in Fuzhou, there were too many wounds on his body. Basking in the sun, itchy. After more than a year of cultivation, he has fully recovered.

Ma Kuo frowned, paced back and forth, and finally stopped as he saw the sun rise.

"Xianggong, do you think Yelu Ma Wu will come here?"

"Ma Xuanzan, you have to believe in your brother."

Wang Song opened his eyes, looked at the sun, and said in a deep voice: "If the war in the city is unfavorable, Zhao Yun and Li Jin will definitely send someone to come and pay a complaint." Don't be impatient, the Jurchens may be coming here, just wait with peace of mind. ”

Ma Kuo said in a low voice: "Xianggong, Yelu Ma Wu only has 3,000 people, and the cavalry is less than 1,000 people. If it is a street battle in the city, our army will never be defeated. ”

Last night, everyone raided Wu'an County, and none of the 500 gold soldiers who burned and looted escaped the net. Knowing that Handan still had Yelu Ma Wu leading his troops to stay, the army ran all the way at night and decided on this plan.

After the First World War in Fuzhou, everyone became cautious, and they were like two people in the past.

Looking at the worried Ma Kuo, Wang Song smiled and said: "You just take your heart back into your stomach, in this battle, the thieves will be defeated, and our army will win!"

"Xianggong, the first battle in Fuzhou, so far I think about it, it still makes the lower officials afraid."

Ma Kuo sat down on a stone and shook his head slightly.

"More than 10,000 elites, all losses, since the formation of my loyal army, this loss is particularly heavy, it can really be said to be broken."

Wang Song nodded and said sadly: "It's a pity that there are so many good brothers, it's me who is sorry for them."

Ma Kuo shook his head and said, "Xianggong, you don't have to blame yourself. People's hearts are unpredictable, the court does not send troops, and it is impossible to ask for death without help, and the minister just looks down on people's hearts. ”

The sun rose, and behind the high slope next to the official road, it was densely packed with Song soldiers crawling on the ground. Everyone was in iron armor, and they were covered with black shirts, and they lay motionless behind the hillside, letting the sweat wet their clothes.

The gunners were eyeing each other and waiting for battle, and everyone was silent.

"Xianggong, Ma Xuanzan, Fanzi's cavalry has arrived."

Ma Kuo perked up, picked up the clairvoyant mirror, and looked at the official road.

A team of about 1,000 Jurchen knights was beating their horses forward. In the midst of the riding array, some unridden horses were loaded with large bags and small baskets, filled with silk and satin, gold, silver, jewelry, and other things.

On the first war horse, Yelu Mawu's face was pale, but the Jurchen knights behind him were smiling, and they didn't seem to care about the loss of Handan City.

The more than 1,000 Han people who were left behind are just cannon fodder, what do they have to do with them!

Although Yelu Ma Wu was the chief general of the First Army, he was a general of the Liao Dynasty. In the cavalry ranks, there were many noble relatives and children of the Jurchen tribes, and he did not dare to offend them. is like the Han in Handan City, if he loses it, he loses it, and he can't gossip.

"Ma Wu, don't be bitter, when the time comes, we will have fewer slaves, and the excess will be given to you, and your Han army will rise again."

"Yes! Ma Wu, with this earth-shattering wealth, I will allocate a few hundred slaves to you when I go back, and the others will make up for it, and your Han army will be more than now. ”

The words of the Jurchen nobles made Yelu Ma Wu change a smiling face, and he smiled and said to the crowd: "Ma Wu will thank you all the nobles!"

The Jurchen knights continued to gossip and talk about other things.

"Song Dog is a lot of people, if it weren't for the treasure, gold and silver, we wouldn't have withdrawn. These Song dogs seem to have some origins, and I don't know where they came from?"

A Jurchen knight smiled: "Among the Song people, the one who can fight the most is Wang Song's house." In the first battle of Fuzhou, this guy has been killed. I don't know whose team it is today, but it still looks a little like it. ”

The discussion of the crowd made Jeruma Wu also confused. Although Wang Song has fallen, his subordinates still have tens of thousands of male soldiers.

Could it be that these soldiers are really Wang Song's old subordinates?

Yelu Ma Wu frowned, it seems that this matter has to be known to Wanyan Yan's mother earlier.

Jerumawu looked up, and he was startled by the steep terrain in front of him, this was a good place for an ambush.

"Pong! Ponto!" The sound of artillery rang out, a wall of smoke rose behind the slope in front, and fifty or sixty solid iron bullets broke through the air and roared, heading towards the Jurchen knights on the official road.

Jeremiah subconsciously lowered his head, leaned against the horse's back, and reined in the horse.

The iron bullet whistled, and one of the Jurchen knights next to Yelu Mawu was hit in the chest, and his breastplate was dented, and he was knocked out of the horse.

The horses let out a terrible scream and fell to the ground, and the knights on the horses were thrown out one after another. One by one, the Jurchen knights were directly hit by the iron bullet and flew out upside down from the horse, and the huge impact of the iron bullet made these knights even if they were wearing heavy armor, their muscles and bones were broken, and they were either killed or injured.

People and horses were in a pool of blood, their limbs were broken, their flesh and blood were blurred, and the screams and moans were unbearable to look at.

Jeryma shouted, "Spread out, rush quickly!"

For the cavalry troops on the march, a rash U-turn and retreat on such a narrow official road will inevitably cause large-scale panic. If you move forward, relying on the impact of the Jurchen cavalry, you can quickly break through the three or four hundred steps of the Song army battle formation in front of you, which is obviously much more reliable.

It can't be said that Yelu Mawu's choice was wrong, but he didn't expect that the current mode of war has changed dramatically.

"Pong! Ponto!"

The sound of artillery was incessant, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and 100 small cannons and 5,000 iron pellets erupted.

Although the Jurchen knights distanced themselves, many of them still planted their horses.

The gunners fired continuously, 300 small cannons mixed with 60 400-pound heavy guns, continuously, covering this piece of position in front of the high slope.

With a distance of more than 200 steps, it doesn't take half a minute for the war horse to run, but under the continuous artillery strikes of the opponent, no war horse can run over the high slope in front of him.

Two seven-pound solid cannonballs smashed into Yelu Mawu's body almost at the same time. Two great forces struck, and he flew off his horse.

Jerumawu lay on the ground, his eyes glazed over, and blood spurted vigorously from his mouth and nose.

The frightened Jurchen knights, the horses falling one by one, the horses screaming and constantly falling to the ground, and the moaning on the ground, all kinds of scenes in front of them were chaotic, and Yelu Mawu's vision finally blurred.

Iron bullets flew and raged, shotgun iron pellets roared violently, one by one the Jurchen knights fell to the ground, one by one the war horses neighed and rolled, the Jurchen knights suffered heavy casualties, and everyone's faces showed panic and fear.

The Jurchen knights behind did not dare to step forward anymore, and they could not endure the torture of this tragic situation, so everyone turned their horses' heads sharply and fled backwards.

The artillery on the Song army's position continued to sound, and the Jurchen cavalry that turned around and fled were knocked to the ground one by one, and when Zhao Yun and the cavalry caught up, the Jurchen cavalry that rushed over on the opposite side had only two or three hundred people left.

The cavalry of the Song people rolled forward, and the Jurchen cavalry, which had always been invincible and arrogant, actually galloped wildly and fled desperately to the north.

The crowd rained down arrows, shot down many soulless Jurchen cavalry, chased out more than five miles, until the remnants of the Jurchen knights ran away, and then retreated.

Ma Kuo was dumbfounded, this way of war was more brutal and direct than the First World War in Fuzhou. Although the opponent's number is small and his own artillery is strong, the powerful Jurchen cavalry that can fight has no power to fight back, which makes him inexplicably excited.

Zheng Xiong stepped forward on his horse, and when he saw Yelu Ma Wu dying in a pool of blood, he jumped off his horse and squatted down.

"Dog thief, have you ever thought about such a day?"

He drew his dagger and cut off the head of the five of Jeruba, tied it to the head of the spear, mounted the horse, and raised the spear high.

Zheng Xiong's war horse passed by, and the troops cheered everywhere, and the cheers continued.

Wang Song shook his head slightly. There are too many rookies in the army, and a small victory can also be bloody, which greatly boosts the morale of the army.

Everyone cleaned the battlefield, and the soldiers opened bags and baskets of loot, and the gold, silver, jewelry, jade, calligraphy and paintings inside were jaw-dropping.

Wang Song stepped forward and picked up a piece of jade, which was crystal clear, exquisite workmanship, and worth more than a thousand gold. Many gold, silver and jade artifacts are stained with blood, and each piece is full of blood and tears of the Song people.

Ma Kuo shook his head and said: "The wealth of Handan is in Hebei." The gold and silver alone are no less than hundreds of thousands. In addition, these jade, calligraphy and paintings are probably worth a lot of money, which shows that Fanzi has done a lot of evil. ”

Wang Song said in a deep voice: "Fanzi burned, killed, looted, and plundered utensils, all of which were soaked in the blood of the people of my Great Song Dynasty. After this massacre, the people in the city, I don't know how much else is left? ”

The army cleaned up the battlefield and returned to Handan City. It was full of devastation, the rich families in the city were slaughtered, the old, the weak, the sick and the mutilated were slaughtered, and only some humiliated women wanted to cry without tears, and the people were not left with a single tear.

In the barracks where the Jurchen army lived, more than 2,000 young men with shaved and braided hair were lucky to stay. Everyone witnessed the killing of their parents and the destruction of their families, beating their chests one by one, and they were in pain.

It is better to be a peaceful dog than to leave people in chaos. The wounds of war still need to be healed slowly by time.

Wang Song led his subordinate rebels to settle in the rubble Handan City and temporarily settle down.

The soldiers cleaned up and buried the corpses, and posted notices in the city to reassure the people. The army sent scouts to investigate the movements of the Jin people in Zhaozhou and surrounding prefectures and counties.