"Great official, this ...... It's a big gamble!"

Zhang Xian's face turned pale, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Yes, it's a big gamble, a big gamble on the Russian wheel!

Since Wang Song arrived in this Great Song Dynasty, everything that has come over has been a big gamble!

From the fact that he and Zhai Liang went to kill Xiongling and save their brother Wang Qing and the planter, this was a big gamble that came and went; Zheyuexiu handed over more than 1,000 volunteers of the Loyal and Righteous Army to him, a big gamble like trust; Wang Songjiao killed Wang Xiang, annexed his army, and entered the city of Tokyo, which was another big gamble.

And today, in a bigger gamble, he is going to the moth to throw fire and kill Yan Zongwang!

"You and I just let the army get out of the way, and the grenadiers will follow you and me! Wanyan Zongwang is close at hand, kill him, the Jin people will definitely retreat, and the city of Tokyo can be preserved!"

After Wang Song finished speaking, he raised the iron gun in his hand and said loudly: "Brothers, kill the captives!"

"Kill!"

The surrounding Song army knights raised their swords and guns together and shouted loudly.

Wang Song took the lead and rushed into the Jin people's array, where the smoke had not yet dissipated, and the iron spear swept over the two dazed Jurchen knights and went straight forward.

Zhang Xian, Zhang Sheng and others followed closely.

"Marshal, Danghai, Nano, and Saithorn have all been killed. The Song army was overwhelming and was approaching, but the marshal still dodged. ”

Wanyan Zongwang said angrily: "The warriors of my Dajin Kingdom dominate the world, and none of them are deserters!" I don't care who the Song army in front of me is, no matter what I want to do today, I have to leave them behind!"

Wanyan Zongwang pulled out his knife, clamped his legs between the horse's belly, pointed his long knife in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Warriors, kill Song Dog!"

A large group of Jurchen knights followed behind Wanyan Zongwang, brandishing their weapons and roaring forward.

"It's good to come!"

Wang Song was overjoyed, and rose up with divine power, and the iron spear in his hand smashed in turn, stabbing out frequently like poisonous snakes, and everywhere he went, screams were heard again and again, and the Jurchen knights fell off their horses one after another.

The knights of the Song Army behind him, under the leadership of Zhang Xian and Zhang Sheng, formed a sharp arrow formation and chiseled forward, and the grenadiers were desperately throwing out "earth-shaking thunder" like both sides.

"Pass! Pass!"

The explosion of "earth-shattering thunder" was endless, and wherever the explosion hit, there were always a few Jurchen knights who fell off their horses. As more and more "earth-shattering thunders" were thrown, the entire battlefield was shrouded in billowing pillars of smoke, and the Jurchen knights were stunned at once.

This is the power of civilization, and how can manpower reach it! No matter how fierce the Jurchen warriors are, they are also flesh and blood, under the attack of steel fragments, the flesh and blood are blurred, the stumps are broken, and the tragic situation is unbearable.

Seeing Wang Song and other knights rolling in, a group of Jurchen knights guarded Wan Yan Zongwang's body, and the Jurchen knights in the distance also rushed over, completely ignoring the killing of the "earth-shaking thunder".

Wanyan Zongwang, the second prince of Jin Taizu Wanyan Aguta, the nephew of the current Jin Lord, the most famous person of the Jurchen Wanyan tribe, and the commander of the Song army that invaded the Song Dynasty on the East Road, no matter what, there can be no accidents.

Seeing countless Jurchen cavalry popping up, Wanyan Zongwang hid behind the Jurchen cavalry again, Wang Song was furious.

"Grenadier, smash two more rounds!"

Wang Song stabbed the Jurchen knight in front of him, and shouted with his head behind him.

Nearly 200 "earth-shattering thunders" smashed over again, explosions came and went, and there were few Jurchen knights left in front of them.

Wang Song hit his horse forward, smashed his stabs along the way, and ran far away in a blink of an eye. waited until he stabbed over a few Jurchen warriors in front of him, only to find that Qingcheng was in front of him, and the pavilion was already impressive.

And Wanyan Zongwang, surrounded by hundreds of Jurchen knights, was located in the open space in front of the house.

Zhang Xian was shocked, Wang Song's assault had already distanced himself from his people.

"Rush in!"

Zhang Xian gathered his knights and rushed forward again.

Wang Song destroyed all the way, and the knights of the Song army had blood-red eyes and screamed, following behind Zhang Xian, waving their weapons and sacrificing their lives to move forward.

The grenadiers completely ignored the fact that they still had a few "earth-shattering thunders", but only ignited the only ones on their bodies and threw them in the direction of the opponent's dense numbers.

Tens of thousands of Jurchen knights swarmed out from everywhere, trying to block the onslaught of the Song knights. The Song army's "earth-shattering thunder" bombarded wildly, there were screams everywhere, flesh and blood blurred everywhere, and the Jurchen warriors suffered heavy casualties and were finally defeated.

With the "Pass! Pass!" The explosions sounded one after another, and the Jurchen knights were terrified and had to retreat to both sides.

Under the sacrificial attack of the Song army knights, the Jurchen knights in front were finally chiseled through, and Zhang Xian had already seen Wang Song who was fighting in the Jurchen crowd in front of him.

Wanyan Zongwang looked carefully, and saw that Wang Song's army was brave and abnormal, and his divine power was amazing, and everywhere he went, people blocked and killed, and Buddha blocked and killed Buddha, and there was almost no enemy, so he couldn't help frowning.

"Pass the order, who can kill Wang Song, ten thousand taels of gold, 1,000 Han slaves!"

The herald gave the order, and the surrounding Jurchen warriors were all screaming, and everyone took the lead and killed Wang Song.

It's so close, how can it be a failure!

The anger in Wang Song's heart exploded instantly.

"Die!"

Wang Song shouted violently, his eyes were hideous, his arms exerted force, the iron spear was like a dragon going out to sea, and the lightning strike of the poisonous snake stabbed, smashed, and stabbed, and the Jurchen knights on the road fell off their horses one after another.

When the killing arrived, Wang Song picked up the iron spear, and the face of a Jurchen knight in front of him was smashed to half of the ground, and the person flew out directly and fell heavily to the ground.

The Jurchen knights saw that Wang Song was like a killing god, unstoppable, and they were all frightened, and they didn't dare to pounce on it again, not like they were just now.

When the two armies meet, the brave wins. Once you lose your courage, you will become timid, and you will gain and lose.

However, after all, there are many warriors among the Jurchen knights, and a Jurchen warrior who makes a mace can rush out, and he is vicious in the face of Wang Song.

Wang Song struck a few times with an iron gun, and his arms ached faintly. The Jurchen warrior also cracked his mouth and oozed blood.

There was blood everywhere, the sound of killing shook the sky everywhere, and the choking smell of gunpowder smoke and blood stimulated the mouth and nose of every soldier in the field.

The Jurchen warrior may have a nasal disease, and the strong smell of gunsmoke and fishy smell made him sneeze.

At the moment when he sneezed and closed his eyes, Wang Song took advantage of the situation, stabbed the iron spear in the chest of the Jurchen warrior, and stabbed him off the horse.

Several Jurchen knights dismounted and snatched back the Jurchen warriors who had landed. Wang Song didn't care about it, picked up the iron spear, like a bow and arrow, and raised his arms to shoot at Wanyan Zongwang, which was not far away twenty or thirty.

All the Jurchen knights exclaimed, and their eyes looked at Wanyan Zongwang together.

Taking advantage of the panic of the Jurchen knights, Wang Song took out a wooden handle of the heaven-shaking thunder from his waist, crushed the wax seal, opened the fire fold, ignited the heaven-shaking thunder, and threw it towards Wanyan Zongwang.

The spear shot at a rapid pace, Wanyan Zongwang was taken aback, raised his knife to block, fired the spear, and the long knife in his hand was also shocked out.

Before he could shout "luck", a sky-shattering thunderbolt flew towards him.

The earth-shattering thunder exploded in the air, and Wanyan Zongwang only felt a tingling pain all over his body, screamed miserably, and fell off the horse.

"Don't!"

The Jurchen knights shouted in unison and threw themselves in the direction of Wanyan Zongwang, Wang Song lit the last earth-shattering thunder on his body, and threw it in the direction of Wanyan Zongwang.

Countless Jurchen knights jumped off their horses, wanting to block the earth-shaking thunder with their bodies, so that Wanyan Zongwang would no longer be harmed.

"Tong"

This time, the earth-shattering thunder fell to the ground, and then exploded, snowflakes flew, and the flag-bearer on the horse was blown into a blur of flesh and blood, and fell off the horse, and the flag was also blown into holes.

After seeing Yan Zongwang fall to the ground, Wang Song was ecstatic in his heart, but he didn't know if Yan Zongwang was injured or dead?

For the sergeants brought out, Wang Song knew that the number of soldiers was not even half of the Jinren, and most of the soldiers were still recruits. As long as this battle is fought to make the Jurchens frightened and the corpses are everywhere, the goal will be achieved.

Seeing that the banner of Wanyan Zongwang's Chinese army fell, and the Jurchen knights were in a mess, Wang Song pulled out the long knife at his waist and shouted: "Wanyan Zongwang is dead!"

"Wanyan Zongwang is dead?"

Zhang Xian and the others were all taken aback, and then they were ecstatic, shouting loudly one by one, and their courage doubled.

Yelu is even smarter, and success or failure is in this move. He let go of his throat and shouted loudly in Jurchen:

"Wanyan Zongwang is dead!"

"Wanyan Zongwang is dead?"

Hearing Yelugan's shout, the Jurchen knights raised their eyes one by one. I saw that in front of Qingcheng, the Jurchen knights were in a mess, and even the handsome banner of Yan Zongwang had fallen and was retreating.

"Kill!"

Wang Song's long knife pointed in the void, and the knight of the Song army, who had become vigorous, rushed forward with a roar.

Wanyan Zongwang didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and the Jurchen knights were terrified, had no intention of fighting, and retreated to the rear of Qingcheng one after another.

The tree fell and the monkey scattered, and the Jurchen knights began to retreat, and the pressure in front of Niu Gao, Dong Xian and others suddenly decreased. Everyone drove behind, throwing a few "10,000 enemies" and "earth-shaking thunder" from time to time, and the Qingcheng army of Yan Zongwang was completely chaotic.

The Jurchen army was distraught and retreated one after another. The Jurchen knights and the Han'er foot soldiers blocked each other, and the Jurchen knights slashed with their swords, and the Han foot soldiers who stood in the way were cut to the ground one after another, with countless casualties. Han'er avoided the road, and the Jurchen knights took the lead and retreated south.

The Han'er foot soldiers followed behind, and were chased and killed by the Song army knights all the way, and they were crushed, trampling on each other, and there were countless corpses along the way.

The Song army was in a large formation, and the Jin people advanced step by step after paying the casualties of two or three thousand Jurchen cavalry and nearly five thousand Han infantry soldiers. Li Yanxian's infantry lost more than half of the large array, but he was still struggling to hold on.

Wanyan Zonghan's eyes were cold, and he pointed to the gap between the big array and the city wall and said, "Let Li Sichu and Geng Shouzhong rush with Han'er and break the flank of the Song army's big array!"

Li Sichu and Geng Shouzhong glanced at each other, and said helplessly: "The villain obeys the order!"

The army must be lined up for at least a mile or two, and just bypass the right flank, and how can the attack on the city wall be avoided!

So far, it can only be difficult.

"Shoot me, you can't let the gold thief break through!"

Seeing the large group of Han'er foot soldiers swarming towards him, the cattle on the city wall were furious. If you want to break through in front of the city wall, you really don't pay attention to the Song army on the city wall.

Moreover, there is also a large array of Deng Shixiong's infantry under the city wall.

On and under the city wall, thousands of arrows were fired at once, and the explosions and explosions of the "ten thousand enemies" and the fireballs of the tribulus terrestris were endless.

Han'er suffered countless casualties, and had no choice but to retreat in a hurry.