Without receiving the military order to retreat, the Jurchen warriors still rushed forward one by one with a scream, and countless people fell on the way forward.

The warriors who came out of the White Water Black Mountain fought with the sky, with people, and with real beasts. and the Song people in the gentle township, naturally not the same.

It's just that no matter how strong the human body is, it is made of meat after all, and it can't withstand the surging torrent of steel. Under the repeated attacks of the opponent's firearms, the Jurchen knights, who claimed to be warriors, suffered heavy casualties, all of them were terrified, and everyone was miserable.

Niu Gao took the lead, and several oncoming Jin soldiers were knocked to the ground one by one. He smashed on the top of the head of a golden soldier who had just escaped from the tent in a hurry, and the sound of broken bones sounded, and the golden soldier fell down screaming.

From a corner of the tent, Niu Gao clearly saw two disheveled Song women, who were peeking out in panic.

Straight sissy thief!

Niu Gao's eyes were red, and he hit the horse forward, and in the mud splash, he knocked a golden soldier with a long knife in his hand, and then stepped forward and smashed the helmet of another golden soldier.

A Jurchen knight wielded an iron rod and rode straight to Niu Gao. The two looked at each other, and the sticks intersected, making a terrible golden sound. The Jurchen knight couldn't resist Niu Gao's divine power, and the iron rod flew out of his hand, smashing over a war horse next to him, and the Song soldiers on the horse were thrown off and fell into the mud, and were quickly cut down to the ground by a Jurchen cavalry who caught up.

Niu Gao's iron shovel smashed out, the Jurchen knight's skull was broken, blood flowed all over his face, and he snorted and fell from his horse.

Niu Gao's iron shovel swept out, and the Jurchen knight who had just slashed and killed the Song soldiers was hit on the back, screamed wildly, and fell to the ground. The cavalry of the Song army behind caught up one after another, and instantly trampled him into a pulp.

The sound of feather arrows whistling, Yang Jin and the Song army raised their round shields to protect their predecessors, and the feather arrows shot on the shield of the Song army, and "Bang Bang" sounded. While the army was beating their horses and galloping wildly, they raised their bows and crossbows, and the crossbow arrows were like locusts, and they shot out like rain, and there was a terrible scream on the opposite side, and countless people fell off their horses.

After everyone finished shooting, they hung their bows and crossbows on their horses, drew out long knives and riding spears, and rushed towards the Jurchen knights in front of them. Yang Jin stabbed a golden general under the horse with a single shot, and the horse moved forward, knocking over a Jurchen knight. Another Jurchen knight had just shot over a Song soldier, and two Song cavalry cavalry passed by him left and right, and the blood on both sides of the Jurchen knight's ribs was gushing like a spring, and he slowly slid off his horse.

Behind Yang Jin and Niu Gao, each was a battalion of heavily armored Song cavalry. Both armies were in sharp formations, rampage all the way, as if entering a no-man's land.

At first, the loyal and righteous army was devastating and invincible, but when they arrived at the third and fourth garrisons of the Jurchens, the speed had slowed down. The Jurchen knights were prepared, and no longer panicked as if the first and second camps were attacked, but organized a large-scale counterattack.

The infantry of the Loyal Army followed behind the cavalry, their crossbow arrows flying, covering the sky and the sun, and the archers aimed at the Jurchen knights on their horses, waiting for an opportunity to harvest the lives of the other party.

The Jurchen knights had recovered from the panic and organized a counterattack on the spot against the Song soldiers who swept over. They drew their bows and arrows, and shot their feathered arrows with all their might, completely ignoring the roaring arrows of each other, and the soldiers on both sides were killed and wounded, and they fell screaming.

No matter how strong your heart is, no matter how tough your nerves are, you can't resist the cruelty of reality. Seeing that the Song army was not afraid of death, fell down in batches, and rushed forward in batches, these Jurchen warriors, who were usually extremely ferocious, also became hesitant.

A golden soldier with a mace in his hand smashed down the iron rod in his hand, but the Song soldier on the opposite side did not dodge, and the spear in his hand stabbed the golden soldier's lower abdomen.

Song Jun's head fell halfway, but the spear in his hand pierced deeply into Jin Bing's abdomen. Song Bing fell, and Jin Bing also grabbed the spear shaft in his abdomen, slowly knelt down, and fell to the ground.

On a high ground, the Jurchen generals watching the battle all had solemn faces. How can these cowardly, lamb-like Song people be so tough and so terrifying?

Wan Yan Sali drank and tossed on the bodies of several Song women for a night, and did not fall asleep until dawn. In a daze, the sound of drums and horns, the explosion of firearms, and the sound of fighting outside made him suddenly turn up from the couch after a long time of battle.

"What the hell happened, was there a Song soldier attacking the camp?"

Wan Yan stood up, picked up the clothes on the couch and began to put them on, while shouting and asking the sergeant at the tent.

This famous "Crying Langjun" in history, due to the appearance of Wang Song, led to the dislocation of history, and should have been guarded in Hebei, but appeared all the way in Shaanxi.

Several Han women cowered in a corner of the tent, their eyes frightened, and they didn't dare to say a word.

"Deputy capital commander, the Song army is coming, it is unstoppable, it has broken through the first and second camps, and the third and fourth camps are also in danger, please decide."

Wan Yan was taken aback, dressed neatly, and followed the guards out of the camp. He mounted his war horse, came to the high ground where the Jurchen generals gathered, and looked south.

The Song soldiers rushed forward like a tide, and gradually controlled the third and fourth cavalry camps, and the Jin soldiers were in chaos. Many Jurchen warriors did not have time to step on their horses, and under the sacrificial attack of the Song soldiers, they were killed on the ground, on the battlefield, and the fighting was extremely fierce.

Wan Yan Sa was completely sleepy, he pointed ahead with his horsewhip, and asked incredulously: "Where is this Song soldier, how can he be so fierce?"

The sergeant replied on the side: "Deputy commander, look at the banner of the other party, it is a subordinate of Wang Song of the Hedong Loyal and Righteous Army." There are tens of thousands of people, and there are quite a few firearms! ”

Hearing the words "Loyal and Righteous Army" and "Wang Song", Wan Yan's face became ugly.

He turned around abruptly and said loudly: "Quickly pass the military order, all the armies will move forward bravely, capture Wang Song, reward a thousand taels, promote to an official, a hundred slaves, if there is a retreat, there will be no forgiveness!"

When the military order was issued, the Jurchen knights cheered, the Jurchen knights in the fifth and sixth camps stepped forward one after another, and the Han'er in the east also mustered up their courage and stepped forward to get a piece of the pie.

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men, not to mention the Jurchen army such a team that lives on rewards. The crowd of people on the battlefield was surging, like a stormy wave, and countless Jurchen knights roared, patting their horses and roaring forward.

Although the Song army controlled the first two Jurchen camps, it was a sneak attack, and the Jurchen knights had no war horses, so they responded in a hurry, which was the opponent of the Song army that had been prepared for a long time.

The Song army was overwhelmed all the way, and although it encountered resistance, it did not encounter much strong resistance, and the Song army quickly occupied the first few Jurchen camps.

When the Jurchen cavalry came out of the two camps in the back, the artillery of the loyal and righteous army was still dealing with the Jin soldiers behind, and they did not follow, and the front suddenly fell into a bitter battle.

The arrows of both sides were fired in unison, arrows flew sideways in front of the position, and horses neighed. Immediately, the soldiers on the ground were all shot to the ground, making a terrible scream, and before they could see each other, there were already hundreds of casualties on both sides.

Countless warhorses were full of feathered arrows and fell down with a scream. Countless soldiers fell to the ground with arrows, and before they could get up, they were trampled by the war horses behind them, and they could no longer stand up.

On the battlefield, those red-eyed soldiers, waving the weapons in their hands, rushed forward without hesitation, in order to kill and injure the opponent faster and more ruthlessly.

The Jurchen is not more than 10,000, and more than 10,000 are invincible. Although there are only four or five thousand Jurchen cavalry now, the war horses gallop and the earth shakes, which still makes people's souls palpitate.

"Straight thief, fight! "

Yang Jin spewed fire in his eyes, clenched the blood-stained spear, and together with the angry eyes and flesh and blood of the ox gao next to him, they galloped together and galloped towards the Jurchen cavalry brigade.

The two sides collided violently, countless soldiers fell off their horses and fell into the mud, Song dialect, Jurchen dialect, Khitan dialect, Tibetan dialect, and the angry scolding of various languages were intertwined, and it was life and death in an instant.

Xu San followed behind Niu Gao, and like Xu San after Yang Jin, the two of them smashed and smashed, and the courage was abnormal, and several Jurchen knights were smashed, picked, split, and stabbed under the horse by the two of them, either dead or injured.

The two glanced at each other and admired each other. Xu San said: "This brother is very skilled! Do you dare to try it out with Zai Xia to see who kills the most fans?"

Xu San shouted: "Okay, I've already killed three fans, let's see you later!"

After speaking, Xu San brandished a spear and entered the Jurchen crowd.

Xu San was also in good spirits, slapped the horse's buttocks lightly with the back of the knife, and rushed forward.

Wang Song watched the battle on the mountain, and saw that the soldiers were desperate, although they killed countless enemies, but they also fell off their horses in the battle, his heart was like a knife, and he was silent for a long time.

He is now in a high position, and he bears the life of the army and the hope of the people. With a heavy burden on his shoulders, he will naturally not be like when he started his business and when he was in the grass platform, and then he will charge into battle and take the lead.

Ma Kuo was also in great pain, his face was ugly, and he couldn't help but moan in a low voice.

"Looking at the white blades and blood, how can the dead never be Gu Xun? You don't look at the hardships of the battlefield, and I still remember General Li! These blood-stained brothers on the battlefield are all good men of my Great Song Dynasty!"

Zhi Yuezhi said lightly: "Rather be a centurion, not a scholar." Wang Xianggong must not be pessimistic and disappointed, and miss the major military affairs. Don't you know that the lives of so many brothers and the safety of the three states outside the river are all tied to you! ”

Wang Song nodded and said, "What the girl said is good!" Sacrifice your life to go to the country, and see death as if you were going home. A hundred years of life, a autumn of grass and trees, if you can't do something vigorously, what good is it to live in the world!"

Hearing the words "Folding Girl", Zhiyuezhi's face turned red, and there was a hint of brightness in her eyes. Wang Songqi is lofty and broad-minded, if he can have such a man by his side, he will have no regrets in this life.

Feeling Zheyuezhi's fiery eyes, Wang Song hurriedly turned his gaze to the battlefield in front of him, he didn't want to cause another affair, especially related to the Zhe family.

Zheyuezhi was saddened and couldn't help but lower her head. The other party didn't take himself to heart, it was purely the friendship of the battlefield where they met.

I heard that Wang Song and his cousin have a relationship. If this is really the case, isn't everything you hope for the moon in the mirror and a flower in the water?

After receiving the general order to leave the drink, the men of the eastern camp who were watching from the sidelines rushed madly to the western camp, straight like a tide, boundless, and the momentum was very terrifying.

The cannon "Pengpeng" sounded, and the earth-shattering thunderstorm threw out, and the feather arrows were fired in unison, and such a dense crowd of Han'er, every time the artillery was fired, every explosion of the earth-shattering thunder, and every feather and arrow fired in unison, it could produce huge damage. On the road of the Han'er's advance, the smoke was filled, the smoke was rolling, the arrows were raining down, and there was a sea of corpses, ghosts and wolves.

The men in the front row fell one by one, and the men in the back came forward under the coercion of the Jurchen cavalry, and those who fled backwards were all shot to death, lying in the mud in all directions, and their bodies were densely covered with feather arrows.

The distance between the western camp of Han'er and the eastern camp of the Jurchen cavalry was less than a mile, and under the heavy firearm attack of the loyal army, Han'er did not know how many corpses were left along the way, and they ran wildly at the expense of their lives, and soon approached the right flank of the loyal army.

In front of the western camp, the bows and arrows in Han'er's hands were fired frequently, and the arrows shot by the loyal and righteous army complemented each other, forming a black and oppressive arrow curtain, covering the sky and the sun.