Xu San looked left and right, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why Shao Ping doesn't see a figure here, where is this kid going again?"

Before the words fell, a war horse in front of him had already rushed over, and only after walking in did the two of them see that the person on the horse was Shao Ping.

Shao Ping sat on the horse, his whole body was covered with blood, and said loudly: "The prime minister has an order, fight to the death with Fanzi, the whole army is ready, and immediately line up!"

Xu San and Xu San hurriedly stood up and said together: "Obey the military order!"

The two rode forward, followed behind Shao Ping, and came to Wang Song's side together.

Wang Song raised his spear and shouted: "Brothers, today is the last battle of our brothers, kill the captives!"

All the troops shouted loudly, all of them turned red, and they followed behind Wang Song, all of them rode forward.

Halfway through the killing, they met Yang Zaixing, Niu Gao, and Dong Ping, who were fighting fiercely, and everyone gathered together and headed towards the place where the Jurchen cavalry gathered the most.

Yang Zaixing took the lead, rushed out first, and ran in front of Wang Song. He stabbed a golden general to death, but he no longer had the strength to provoke the person again, so he could only backhand and smash the person under the horse.

All the soldiers of the loyal and righteous army were tightly guarded by Wang Song's side, and all of them did their best to cut the long knives in their hands and stab the spears in their hands.

When the husband dies, he dies, and the horse leather shroud is the best destination for the warrior.

Why bury bones, there are green mountains everywhere in life. Serving the country loyally, resisting aggression, and dying on his own land can be regarded as a well-deserved death, worthy of his heart.

I don't know how long it has been, how many times the body has been stabbed, how many times the stabbing has been doubled, and how many sergeants are left beside him, Wang Song stabbed and smashed out mechanically, and his whole body was already weak, until the surrounding fans gathered more and more, and he subconsciously found that there were less than two or three hundred people left.

"General Niu, where is Dong Ping, where is Yang Jin, let them hurry up and protect Xianggong!"

Yang Zaixing smashed over another Jurchen warrior who pounced, and he was also beaten. He didn't care about the pain and shouted.

"Brother Yang, Dong Ping is dead, Yang Jin is also dead, all the sergeants are divided into two teams, starting with me and Ma Xuanzan, and now report the number!"

Niu Gao was panting, and his voice was full of tragedy.

Wang Song's heart was at a loss for a while, and he let the "one, two, and three ......" report come. Dong Ping finally did what he said before leaving, and became an upright and good person.

“618，192,219,293! Is there anything else?"

After Ma Kuo finished reporting the number "293" for the last time, Niu Gao nodded and said, "There are 619 people on my side!"

Ma Kuo looked at Wang Song, who was lost and depressed, and said loudly: "The loyal and righteous army has a total of 912 people from Wang Xianggong down!"

Wang Song nodded, slowly raised the spear in his hand, and roared in a hoarse voice: "Brothers, then we will fight to the last man!" Kill!"

After a "killing" sound, the remaining 912 people began the final blow of their lives.

Li Xiaochun's hands and feet were soft, and he finally gave up, and was cut under the horse by the Jurchen knights, and several riding spears pierced through his chest, and one leg and one arm were cut off by the other party. Seeing that the Jurchen soldiers pounced on him, wanting to divide him into corpses, under the cover of night, he single-handedly ignited the last earth-shattering thunder in his arms.

"Xianggong Wang, see you in the next life!"

The burning sound of "poof" made Li Xiaochun's face flicker. Wang Song turned his head to look over, just in time to see the smile on Li Xiaochun's face that was calmly dying.

The explosion of "Tong" sounded, and Wang Song's mind roared.

"I'm a muddy horse!"

Wang Song howled out a dirty word from the later generations, and the iron gun in his hand slammed down on his head and face, and the helmet of a Jurchen knight in front of him collapsed, snorted, and fell off the horse.

Ma Kuo bit his lip, the heavy knife in his hand slashed down, and the Jurchen knight's big head flew out of thin air, and the blood fountain in his chest shot out like a fountain, looking so weird in the darkness.

Yang Zaixing was targeted by several Jurchen knights, surrounded by groups, and the killing was inseparable. In the sword light and blood shadow, Yang Zaixing kept roaring, and the Jurchen knights fell off their horses one by one.

Suddenly, the war horse that Yang Zaixing stepped on neighed, and the horse's abdomen was hit hard, lifting Yang Zaixing off.

The remaining two Jurchen knights were overjoyed, and they stabbed sharply with their spears, and went straight to Yang Zaixing's vital point.

Yang Zaixing grabbed a corpse next to him with his backhand and greeted him, and the spear pierced the corpse, stabbing on his breastplate with a clatter. Yang Zaixing hurriedly rolled to the side, picked up the spear on the ground, and stabbed the war horse of a Jurchen knight.

The horse screamed and threw the Jurchen knight off the horse. Yang Zaixing grabbed the spear of another Jurchen knight, and the iron spear smashed into the neck of the fallen knight.

The other knight was startled, stunned for a moment, and had already been hit hard in the back, and was smashed under the horse by the ox.

Wanyan Lou Room tightened his grip on the long knife and bumped into Wang Song, and several Jurchen warriors surrounded him, surrounded Wang Song, and joined the battle group.

Wan Yan Sali covered his face with his hands, knelt on the ground, knocked his head and cried frequently, and muttered in his mouth: "Don't kill again, don't kill again!" Jurchen warriors, come back to life quickly!"

The faces of the men were as pale as earth, Dong Cai couldn't help but take a few steps back, and seemed to be unsteady on his feet, and the two officers next to him hurriedly supported him.

"Among the Han people, how could there be, how could there be so many heroes!"

Dong Cai stood in a group of Han'er, supporting him left and right, muttering to himself in his mouth, but tears couldn't help but flow in his eyes.

Wang Song was like a mad tiger, and he was hit a few times on the shoulder and leg. He didn't care about it, it was all the same way of playing, which made Wanyan Lou Room and the several Jurchen warriors who besieged him tremble.

Wang Song rose up bravely, stabbed one person, and at the same time, smashed another Jin soldier off his horse. Wan Yan Lou took the opportunity to stab him in the shoulder.

Blood splattered, Wang Song couldn't hold the spear in his hand steadily, and fell to the ground with a "clang".

Wanyan Lou Room was overjoyed, and with a knife, Wang Song was weak, and subconsciously flashed. The long knife slashed at the iron armor of his chest, and Wang Song spat blood from his mouth, and the man fell from his horse.

After Yan Lou's room stepped forward immediately, the long knife was cut down, and Wang Song's life was solved.

The iron shovel roared, bringing a gust of wind, and Wan Yan Lou took a hard hit with iron armor, and he had to deal with Wang Song first.

Niu Gao was already exhausted, and the iron shovel smashed on the armor of Wanyan Lou's room, and it didn't hurt much. Wanyan Lou's knife was still cut down, and went straight to Wang Song's neck.

One left and one right, two spears stabbed out sharply, one went straight to the throat of Wanyan Lou's room, and the other was stabbing at the knife surface of Wanyan Lou's room.

Wanyan Lou Room was helpless, his head flashed, dodging the spear, and the other spear came into contact with the knife face of Wanyan Lou Room, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wanyan Lou's knife slipped under the force, and the long knife slashed on Wang Song's shoulder armor, making a terrible metal sound. Several Song soldiers stepped forward and dragged the wounded Wang Song back.

Wanyan Lou wanted to step forward, but the two grown men with spears in their hands, two horses and two horses, stood solemnly, blocking the road. The two of them were extremely fierce, and several Jurchen soldiers who came up were stabbed to the ground one after another, and Wanyan Lou couldn't come forward.

"Surround it, the Song army only has a few hundred people, and they are tired to death!"

The roar of Wanyan Lou's room sounded in the field.

Jin Bing was about to step forward, suddenly, the east side of the fire was monstrous, and under the firelight, countless figures with swords and guns in their hands ran towards this side with shouts.

I don't know how many cavalry, the ground trembled with iron hooves, and the knights on the horse had already drawn their bows and arrows, and soon entered everyone's eyes.

These Song soldiers and horses who came from the east shouted at the same time: "Kill the captives!"

The Song army that rescued was getting closer and closer, and the torches were all over the mountain, obviously there were many people, and I don't know how many of them were. The two Song armies were in front, followed by a large force of Song cavalry, and then behind were dense and endless infantry.

Wanyan Lou Room jumped like thunder, pointed to the hundreds of loyal and righteous soldiers in front of him, and roared angrily: "Go up with me and kill Wang Song quickly!"

The surrounding Jurchen knights glanced at each other, but did not step forward. Wan Yan Sa galloped over from the horse and said loudly: "Wan Yan Lou Room, what do you want to do, do you really want to bury all the remaining warriors here?" Don't hurry up and retreat!"

Wanyan Lou Room's face was exposed, and he said loudly: "Kill Wang Song, my Jurchen warriors can also break through calmly!" Warriors, hurry up with me and kill Wang Song!"

The Jurchen cavalry looked at each other, but they didn't move. Wan Yan said loudly: "No one is allowed to move!" The warriors have been killed for a day and a night, and they are already exhausted, and they are the opponents of these Song army reinforcements! ”

The Jurchen soldiers knew in their hearts that if they wanted to kill Wang Song, they had to kill the remaining thousand Song troops. How long will it take, I'm afraid I will have to fight all the soldiers. The other party's reinforcements have arrived, and if you stay for a while, I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out.

Dong Cai hurriedly said: "Dutong, Wang Song has 20,000 people, and only 156,000 people participated in the battle today, and there are still five or six thousand who don't know where, these reinforcements may be his subordinates." If they come to help, I'm afraid our army will all be buried here. Dutong, you have to think twice!"

Wan Yan Lou Room lowered his arm weakly, looking at the remnants of the loyal and righteous army who were gathered in a circle in front of him with happy faces, and he was unwilling.

"I hope that Wang Song, the thief, has lost his life and retired from the army!"

After Yan Lou's military order was issued, the Jurchen knights were in front and Han'er was behind, and they all retreated to the north, and they walked clean in an instant.

Seeing the Jurchen army retreating, Niu Gao couldn't hold on any longer, and with a "poof", he planted himself from the horse.

"Straight lady thief, tired to death, where is the water?"

Ma Kuo walked quickly to Wang Song's side, and shouted: "Xianggong, wake up, our reinforcements are coming!"

The guard's face was full of tears, and Ma Kuo couldn't help but look dark in front of him and shake his body.

He calmed down, came to Wang Song's side, and said in a low voice: "Xianggong, are you okay?"

Wang Songping was lying there, his whole body was stained red with blood, and the ground under him was still covered with the clothes found by the soldiers, and his body was covered with layers of clothes, thinking that he was afraid that he would be cold.

Ma Kuo shouted vigorously, but Wang Song didn't react, as if he was asleep.

Ma Kuo's mind was blank, and he finally knelt on the ground weakly, hugged his head with both hands, and slammed it on the ground.

When the Song army arrived, a knight jumped off his horse and ran all the way. She pushed aside the exhausted soldiers of the loyal and righteous army, and shouted: "Where is the prince Wang?"

Niu Gao pointed over there and replied weakly: "Little lady Zhao, Xianggong is over there!"

Zhao Ruolan ran over, and seeing that everyone was silent, Ma Kuo cried alone, and his heart was very uneasy. She stepped forward to push aside a few stunned sergeants, and saw Wang Song lying on the ground, but she didn't dare to step forward anymore, and said in a trembling voice: "Big brother, I'm ...... Here you are, you still ...... Okay?"

Wang Song lay there calmly, but did not reply. Zhao Ruolan finally stepped forward, but he knelt on the ground, hid his face and sobbed: "Big brother, I'm ...... It's late!"

Hearing the woman's cry and the soldier's sobbing, Niu Gao was stunned for a moment, and then sat weakly on the mud floor.

He shook his head and said to himself, "Xianggong, why are you, why?" The wealth of the rest of my life is still on you!"

He couldn't hold back any longer, pounded his head and smashed his chest, and cried bitterly.

The sound of crying sounded one after another, and the soldiers of the Loyal and Righteous Army surrounded them, and everyone fell to their knees and wept bitterly.