The guards avoided from a distance, and no one stepped forward.

Wang Song sighed secretly, and bowed solemnly: "Fold the little lady, there are many offenses and offenses below."

Zheyuexiu replied lightly, without words, but her expression had returned to normal.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a sound in the distance, Wang Song listened to it, and couldn't help but say "um", he shook his head and said: "Could it be that I heard it wrong, there is indeed a sound of fighting in the north!"

Zhi Yuexiu saw that there was chaos in the cottage, obviously there was a military situation in the distance, her face was calm, and she said in a low voice: "Big official, it's nothing, the slave family will go down first!"

Before Zhiyuexiu left, the vigilant sergeant had already come up, covered with sweat, and his expression was quite frightened.

"Tell the big officials, I found a large number of Song army routs, and they are crossing the Songxi River and rushing towards the stockade, you go and take a look!"

Sure enough, something happened. Wang Song and Zheyuexiu were both taken aback, Wang Song perked up, and said loudly: "Take me quickly!"

Wang Song stepped forward, and Zheyuexiu also followed closely behind, heading straight for the front village.

Wang Song stopped suddenly, and Zhi Yuexiu quickly stopped and almost hit Wang Song.

"Great official, you ......"

Zhi Yuexiu's face turned red, and Wang Song's face was in front of her.

"Fold the little lady, the taste just now is really memorable!"

Wang Song said thoughtlessly to the Zhiyuexiu behind him, smiled lightly, turned around and continued to rush forward.

Zheyuexiu's face was flushed, and she wanted to leave, but after all, she blushed and followed behind.

Zhang Heng, Dong Ping and others were already waiting on the wall, and when they saw Wang Song coming, everyone hurriedly got out of the way, Zhang Heng pointed to the outside of the village, and said loudly: "Big officials, please look!"

Wang Song stood on the wall of the wall, looked out, and saw that the mountains were all over the field, and the ants were all the Song army's rout. They ran with their heads in their hands, and they ran wildly, and they came to the south.

Some Song soldiers had already crossed the Songxi River and came straight to the village. Some are risking their lives to cross the river, panicking, and the shouting and crying are endless.

It's autumn, the Songxi River is not deep, only about half a person, about ten meters wide, and you can wade through it without a ferry. The routs took off their armor and threw away the swords and guns in their hands, and they chased after me, crossing the river in a hurry, looking back from time to time, obviously afraid that the golden soldiers behind would catch up.

To the north of the Songxi River, there were thousands of Song army routs, they lost their armor, ghosts cried wolves, panicked like lost dogs, and were swarming towards the river.

On the skyline in the distance, the cavalry of the Jurchens were like demons, fighting in the crowd of the Song people's rout, like chopping melons and vegetables, and none of the routs turned to stop them.

The Jurchen cavalry chased after them, with feathered arrows like locusts and long knives like snow, and the routs ran to the mountains on both sides, trying to escape the slaughter of the Jurchen iron cavalry.

How can people outrun the war horses, coupled with the Jurchens' hard bows in their hands, feathered arrows flying in the wilderness, iron horses crisscrossing horizontally, and the deserters were shot to the ground one by one, cut down on the ground, and there was killing everywhere.

Hundreds of Jurchen cavalry rushed to the side of the Songxi River and drove the routs into the water, and some Jurchen knights dismounted, stood at the water's edge, picked up two or three zhang riding spears and stabbed them into the river, and the routs were poked into the water one by one. The Jurchen knights stretched out their bows and arrows, and kept shooting at the dense rout on the river, the rout soldiers wailed and groaned, and the Songxi water blocked it, and the blood stained the entire water surface.

On the city wall, everyone was red-faced and angry. Dong Ping slammed the wall and said hatefully: "Thousands of soldiers don't dare to fight against the thousands of soldiers who are tracking!" Official, you let me lead my brothers down and give the thief a little color!"

"Now is not the time!"

Wang Song shook his head and said: "The rout is all over the mountains, and if you take people down, you haven't formed a formation yet, I'm afraid it has been scattered." The Song soldiers have no blood and energy, and they are ready to be killed, and the poor people must have something to hate. Let's wait and see what happens!"

Suddenly, Zhang Heng pointed to a battlefield in the distance and said loudly: "Look, big official, it seems that someone is fighting with Fanzi there!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a group of more than two or three hundred Song cavalry, fighting and retreating with a group of Jurchen cavalry in the midst of the rout, towards the bank of the Songxi River.

Led by more than a dozen Song soldiers, they drew their longbows on their horses and frequently shot at the pursuing Jurchen knights, these Song troops had strong arms and accurate arrows, and the Jurchen cavalry was constantly shot under their horses.

Seeing that the Song army was powerful, the Jurchen cavalry stopped pursuing the router, shouted a shout, and besieged this group of Song soldiers together.

The Jurchen brigade rained arrows, and although the Song soldiers were covered by shields, they inevitably exposed gaps, and people and horses continued to fall. The Song soldiers fought and retreated, and when they reached the Songxi River, there were less than fifty or sixty people left.

When everyone watched the battle, the defeated soldiers also found that there was a Song army guarding the wall, they swarmed to the front of the walled gate, Wang Songchuan ordered to go, the soldiers opened the walled gate, and the defeated soldiers poured in like a tide.

Seeing the gate of the village open, all the Song soldiers stepped up, and they didn't want weapons and armor, and ran towards the gate of the village. Someone tripped and fell to the ground, and was quickly trampled to death by the swarming routs, without a sound.

Seeing fifty or sixty Song soldiers again, after more than a dozen people dismounted and broke off, the others stepped on the corpses of Song soldiers in the river, led their horses across the Songxi River, and then picked up longbows and feathered arrows on the other side of the river and shot at the pursuing Jurchen cavalry.

Seeing that there were more and more Jurchen cavalry, the Song soldiers finished shooting the feather arrows in their hands, picked up their shields, and under the cover of their companions on the other side of the river, they crossed the river one after another, gathered with their companions, got on the war horses, and then followed the crowd of routs and moved in the direction of the stockade.

Wang Song couldn't help but applaud when he saw that these Song soldiers had superb archery skills and had a well-founded advance and retreat, it seems that these dozens of people are the elite cavalry of the Great Song Forbidden Army.

The Jurchen cavalry had no choice but to dismount, and when the horse crossed the river, they turned over and swept in the direction of the stockade.

Everyone looked at it from the city wall, there were thousands of Jurchen horses, all over the mountains, just the sound of thousands of troops and horses galloping, it was already the earth shaking the mountains, making people frightened and scattered.

The Jurchens rained down arrows, and the group of Song soldiers who fought back fell dozens of people on the retreating road. The others copied their shields, firmly protected their bodies and horses, beat their horses and galloped wildly, and soon reached the vicinity of the gate of the village.

Seeing the resisting Song soldiers, they quickly entered the stockade, and the Jurchens were angry and shouted. They didn't know the situation inside the stockade, so they drove the rout, hid in the crowd of routs, slashed left and right, scared the rout soldiers to cry and cry for their mothers, and these golden soldiers were delusional to get by, rushed into the stockade, and started killing.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but be dumbfounded, looked at the situation at the gate of the village, turned around and asked, "Big official, how can this be done?" If the gate is not closed, the rout will bring in the Jurchen soldiers!"

Li Yanxian hugged his fists and said: "Big official, do you want to go out and kill for a while to block the Jurchen army."

Wang Song looked at the routs all over the mountains, and then at the routs frantically entering at the narrow gate of the village, shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "If Fanzi wants to come in, let them in." But if you want to get out again, it's not so easy!"

Wang Bin said to Dong Ping: "Call all the grenadiers to come forward and ambush on both sides of the wall. It's really arrogant, hundreds of people dare to attack thousands of troops! Leave some souvenirs for these Jurchen fans! ”

Dong Ping took the spear and left, and Wang Song beckoned the grenadiers to come forward and took their positions one after another.

The routs poured into the village like a tidal wave, and they all ran towards the back. The soldiers were pale and panicked, all like lost dogs, and there were still half soldiers there.

Wang Song shook his head and shouted loudly: "Set up a shield array, prepare for battle!"

The shield "bangbang" sounded and was erected on both sides, like two walls, on both sides of the gate of the wall. Some of the routs panicked and no longer moved forward, but came in both directions, trying to break through the shield walls of the rebels and flee to the rear.

Shameless, Wang Song was furious and shouted loudly: "Thorn!"

The spears in the hands of the rebels stabbed out, and the blood flashed, and the rout immediately collapsed. The lucky one who was not dead snorted and chirped, covered his wounds, cursed in his mouth, and walked forward.

In the blink of an eye, the Jurchen army had arrived at the gate of the village, and everyone was impatient, but Wang Song was silent, shook his head and said, "Let some come in and talk about it!"

More than a dozen Song cavalry had also entered the village, and a few people stayed at the edge of the village, guarding the left and right of the wall, and commanding the routs to pass through the village. When encountering the Jurchen soldiers who came forward to pursue alone, they let go and fought with the Jurchen soldiers.

The two Song soldiers led by him were particularly fierce, one was a little older, in his twenties, and the other had a thin face, but he was gentle and elegant. The two of them stabbed the Jurchen knight off their horses in three moves and five styles, and they had the courage of ten thousand people.

The vanguard of the Jurchen soldiers had already rushed into the stockade, and these dozen Song soldiers were at the back of the rout, and under the command of the first two, they fought and retreated. The Jurchen soldiers flew with arrows and shot on the shields of the Song soldiers, and the "Bangbang" sounded directly, and several Song soldiers were careless for a while, and they fell down again.

The two Song soldiers and their subordinates set up bows and arrows, and the feathered arrows galloped, forcing the Jurchen cavalry to hurry and cover up with shields. Song Bing took the opportunity to drag back several wounded brothers, one of whom looked like an officer, with a few arrows stuck in his chest, and it seemed that he would not survive.

The Song soldiers stretched out their shields, and after the two Song soldiers broke their arrows, the group beat their horses and galloped, stumbled into the gate of the wall, and went straight back, and in a blink of an eye it was already a hundred steps away.

The Jurchen cavalry roared and rushed into the village, brandishing their weapons to attack the shield arrays on both sides, but found that the shields were lined up and the spears were like a forest, and they could not attack it.

The Jurchen cavalry left dozens of corpses, but did not retreat, and rushed forward viciously, wanting to disrupt the rout in front, taking the opportunity to bypass and break through the shield formations on both sides.

The two Song soldiers turned their heads and, together with a dozen of their comrades, blocked the way forward and engaged the Jurchen cavalry.

"Good!"

Wang Song couldn't help but cheer.

These dozen or so broken Song soldiers were in danger, fierce and abnormal, and the two Song soldiers with spears were particularly strong, and the Jurchen cavalry could not attack them.

I can't imagine that there are such warriors in the Song army!