For a long time, the Jurchens destroyed the city and uprooted the village, conquered everything, and were invincible, and the Han'er foot soldiers have always been inferior in the Jin soldiers.

Today's Jurchens are so cruel and murderous, so that the men who are already unbalanced and full of complaints will burst out in an instant.

Suddenly changed, Li Yanxian was also secretly frightened, seeing the reversal of the situation, he frowned, called his subordinates, and gave a burst of advice.

"Brothers of the Yisheng Army, as long as you kill the Jurchens, your sins will be written off, and there will be a reward to be given!"

The rebel cavalry shouted together, and the sound spread throughout the church, and after a short pause, the golden soldiers fought again, and the battle became even more fierce.

The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart, especially when facing the test of life and death. Hearing the shouts of the rebels, the Yisheng soldiers in the school field first understood, and they raised their swords and guns together, viciously killing the ignorant Jurchen sergeant.

The Jurchen soldiers rushed into battle. Helplessly, most of the foot soldiers were Han'er, and the number of Jurchen people was already small, coupled with the impact of the rebel cavalry just now, the Jurchen soldiers were killed and wounded a lot, and soon the Jurchen foot soldiers fell behind.

Li Yanxian let out a sigh, it seems that it won't be long before the Jurchen soldiers in Xijing City will be conquered first.

"Commander Li, look, Fanzi's cavalry!"

Suddenly, his subordinates pointed in the direction of the west field and shouted.

The sound of thousands of galloping horses came, as if it was beating on the heart, Li Yanxian's heart was shocked, and he looked up.

Endlessly, the dense Jurchen iron horsemen pounced out from the palace, and the Jurchen knights on the horses were all holding spears and raising knives, their faces hideous.

The Jin soldiers who were fighting in the field quickly stopped fighting, and many people fled in all directions of the field, except for the wounded and corpses in the middle of the field, there were less than 100 Jurchen soldiers.

The Jurchen cavalry fired thousands of arrows, and the Han'er who were still fighting with the other party just now fell to the ground one after another, and they were shocked to escape and fled into the barracks. The Jurchen cavalry did not pursue, but directly hit the horses, coming towards the Song cavalry in the middle of the school field.

"Retreat!"

Li Yanxian saw that the Jurchens were powerful, and there were at least four or five thousand horsemen, leading the soldiers and withdrawing from the school field.

Li Yanxian led his soldiers and fled all the way to the north city gate, and the Jurchen cavalry followed closely. The Jurchen knights rained down arrows, and some of the rebel knights behind fell off their horses one after another, and were soon assassinated by the Jurchen knights who caught up behind.

The two sides chased after me, and soon came to the square in front of the North City Gate.

Li Yanxian led people to the city gate, the team turned around on horseback, next to the city wall, and spread out in a row, and everyone raised the shields in their hands, covering their bodies and horses' heads.

The gates of the city were closed, and a group of volunteer soldiers who had been waiting in front of the gate stepped forward, armed with guns and shields, and lined up in a neat phalanx in front of the cavalry.

The Jurchen general took the lead, feeling that the situation was not right, he waved his hand, and the knights behind him stopped, I saw that on the city wall, the fierce soldiers wearing Jurchen iron armor lined up, holding sharp blades, bows and arrows, aiming at the black Jurchen cavalry below. One of the generals was very strong, and the general beside him was slender, and although he wore armor, he seemed to be a woman.

Luoyang is a century-old imperial capital, the width of the main city road is almost 100 meters, the length is several miles, four or five thousand Jurchen cavalry, from the city gate to the entrance of Dongshizi Street, not even half of the street has stood down.

"Could it be that this is Song Dog, what are they going to do?"

The Jurchen generals were puzzled, and shouted orders to go down, asking their subordinates to spread their bows and arrows, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and the Jurchen generals looked back, and about fifty or sixty meters behind them, a group of Song soldiers held shields, forming a thick wall and blocking the back road of the knights.

"Rush back!"

There is no need to think about it, the generals of the Jin soldiers also knew that they had fallen into the ambush of the Song army, so they had to turn their horses' heads and retreat backwards.

Wang Song stood on the city tower and couldn't help but shake his head secretly when he saw the reaction of the Jurchen knights.

These Jurchens, accustomed to winning battles with the rotten Song army, can be said to have reached the point of arrogance and ignorance, and have forgotten even the most basic reconnaissance and inspection.

This is not the Saiwai grassland, the green yellow sand, or the Yanbei Plain, you can gallop vertically and horizontally, coming and going like the wind. This is the ancient capital of the Central Plains, the city is fighting in the streets, and the Song people are the ancestors.

Zhang Heng blew the copper whistle in his mouth, which was still made by Wang Song in the iron factory in Wu'an County, and each commanding general had one. As the whistle sounded, smoking iron bumps were thrown out of the rooms on both sides of the street and fell into the ranks of the Jurchen cavalry, filling the entire street.

The white smoke of the iron bump fell under the horse, and many Jurchen sergeants did not realize what was happening. Instinctively, many Jurchen knights were aware of the danger and hid their bodies on their horses, hoping to escape.

"Boom! Boom!"

Hundreds of earth-shattering thunderbolts exploded in the crowd of Jurchen knights, filling the air with gunsmoke, and the dense crowd increased its lethality. Thunderous explosions rang out continuously, flesh and blood flew sideways, and in the continuous screams, the entire street was shrouded in smoke and dust.

Three times in a row, nearly 1,000 earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown, and the north street of Luoyang City was splashed with flames and thick smoke billowed out. Gravel flew everywhere, the ground was blown into potholes, and countless Jurchen knights were thrown off their horses.

"Throw guns!"

Wang Song snorted coldly, the whistle in Zhang Heng's mouth sounded again, and countless soldiers quickly moved forward, and short spears were thrown from the front and back of the Jurchen cavalry, covering the sky and the sun.

At one time, there were 2,000 short guns, and the attack was still scattered and exposed to the Jurchen cavalry, and the Jurchen knights suffered heavy casualties, and the miserable situation could not bear to be seen.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

The Jurchen generals were furious, their voices trembled, and they shouted angrily.

Some Jurchen knights, by instinct, shot out the feather arrows in their hands, and also shot down some Song soldiers, but most of the Jurchen knights, under this series of explosions, were blown up and scattered, under the Song army's subsequent short spear attack, the Jurchen knights' horses, the number of people was sparse again.

Round after round of short guns were thrown, and it was not until the third short gun was thrown that the rebels stopped throwing.

As the smoke on the street slowly cleared, from the rooms on both sides of the street, as well as from the front and rear of the Jurchen cavalry, countless Song soldiers armed with spears pounced out, heading towards the remnants of the Jurchen cavalry in the middle of the street.

The wide streets were full of blood, stumps and broken bodies were everywhere, Jurchen knights and war horses were lying in a pool of blood moaning and screaming, many Jurchen knights had broken legs and feet, revealing white bones, many flesh and blood were blurred, they were lying in a pool of blood, squirming and howling, the scene was extremely tragic.

Three rounds of 900 earth-shattering thunders, plus three rounds of 6,000 short spear attacks, four or five thousand Jurchen cavalry, the number of fewer than a thousand people remained. Judging from the pale faces of the remaining sergeants, many of them were panicked, supported by a breath of blood.

"The barbarian clan, who has committed such a crime, is really no one in China!"

Wang Song's eyes were cold, and he waved his hand down, and more rebels joined the battle circle.

Zheyuexiu was secretly frightened. The corpses on the street were stacked on top of each other, and the melee soldiers were unusually tragic.

In the fierce battle, most of the original Song army were fighting alone, but the loyal and righteous soldiers were in a group of several people, spears were stacked and stabbed, and the Jurchen knights suffered heavy casualties, I don't know how much more than those who fell under the blades of the Song army.

It turned out that she didn't give hope to enter Tokyo City, but at this time, a thought came to her mind, could it be that this Wang Song can really create a miracle?

"Big official, we have won this battle!"

Dong Ping's voice trembled a little, and his face turned red.

"When the two armies meet, the brave wins, not to mention that our army has already premeditated."

Wang Song nodded and said: "Fanzi burns, kills, loots, and is arrogant, today is just the right time for them to taste the taste of this earth-shattering thunder!"

Dong Ping nodded heavily. If there is no earth-shattering thunder, no matter how well-trained and fierce the rebels are, they will not be able to withstand the impact of the opponent's thousands of troops.

In the battlefield, even the original Western Army, or the recruits who have not participated in the actual battle, are now moving forward bravely under the leadership of veterans of the Loyal and Righteous Army. The Western Army, which had newly joined the Pingding Army, was even more bloody at this moment, slashing and killing, vowing to snow the shame in their hearts.

"Great official, my subordinates are fortunate not to be dishonored!"

Zhang Xian came up to the city wall, knelt down on one knee, presented the head of Wanyan Huonu with both hands, and knelt down with Yelu Yan and others behind him.

Everyone shook the sky and thundered back the besieging Jin soldiers, and then retreated to the city wall from another lane.

"What a golden gun general Zhang Xian!"

Wang Song was overjoyed, stood up "Teng", and stepped forward to help him.

"Brother Zhang, you, the former military commander, are worthy of your name! You have made such a great achievement, and this strategy to lure the enemy is also planned by you. In the coming day, I will definitely show your exploits to the imperial court. I really didn't misread you!"

Zhang Xian's heart is full of joy, and his achievements are small, and the key is that he has been affirmed by the coach. Thinking that he was in the Song army, no one paid attention to him, and he was just a military academy. That knew that in the loyal army, the master of the former army, the strategy was also adopted.

"Great officials, after killing Yan Huonu, the Yelu brothers, as well as the two brothers Xu San and Tan Xiong, they have all made great contributions!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Wang Song was full of smiles, stepped forward to help the three of them, and said loudly: "The three of you have made great contributions, and you will be rewarded!"

Ye Lu Gan, Xu San, and Tan Xiong all thanked each other, stood up and stepped aside.

Zhang Xian hugged his fists and said: "Now that the big officials own Xijing, they can sit here steadily, boost the morale of our army, and attract all the people to vote." Maybe the siege of Tokyo will be solved in a few days, and the general will be able to make a contribution for all eternity!"

"Brother Zhang Xian, this is a bad statement. The so-called loss of land is lost, people and land are lost, and people and land are lost. ”

Wang Song shook his head and said with a wry smile: "In today's battle, we have killed a lot of Jin troops, and we can get a large amount of food, and we are going to use this to annihilate the living force of the Jin army, which is the best policy. If you are trapped in a lonely city, once the Jin people besiege it, it will be the next Taiyuan!"

Zhang Xian broke down in a cold sweat, and then hugged his fists and said: "The villain is lonely and unheard, and he almost missed the fighter plane, putting the army in danger, I hope the officials will forgive their sins!"

The great victory of the rebel army was due to the arrogance and arrogance of the Jurchens, who also carried out street battles and sneak attacks. If you defend the lonely city alone, once Luoyang City is besieged and the grain and grass are cut off, you can only be like Taiyuan City, and you will not attack yourself. If it breaks through, under the impact of the Jurchen cavalry, I am afraid that the whole army will be annihilated.