The Jurchen army was fierce and restless, and the Jurchen knights pointed to Zhang Heng and others on the mountain beam, shouting and scolding.

"General, the Song people are really shameless, kill them!"

"General, please allow the villain to lead the troops up and eradicate these inferior bandits!"

The Jurchen sergeants were all excited, and a hundred household chiefs were even more red-faced, and stepped forward to ask for orders.

The other generals around were also filled with righteous indignation, and they stepped forward one after another, gossiping, and wanted to lead their troops up the mountain to suppress the bandits.

"No one is allowed to make a noise!"

After Yan Lou Room roared, the surrounding generals retreated one after another, each bowing his head and silencing, not daring to make a sound again.

Wang Song saw that after Yan Lou's order, the Jurchen army was immediately solemn and unified, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened. Wanyan Lou's military discipline is strict, and the army is full of warriors from the Jurchen tribe, and it is definitely the great enemy of the Song people.

Thinking of the tragic death of his son Wanyan Huonu, Wanyan Lou's heart twitched, he looked at the "bandits" on the mountain, and shook his head slightly.

"These bandits, a group of clowns jumping off beams, I don't know how much there is in the north and south of the Yellow River, so I don't have to be afraid. If you go up the mountain and exterminate these bandits, I don't know how much effort it will take!"

Another Jin general stepped forward and asked, "General, do we want to inform the closed Uri and let them be prepared?"

"When you arrive in the Southern Dynasty, where have all your guts gone!"

Wanyan Lou raised his horsewhip, pointed at the bandits on the mountain beam, and said proudly: "With these two hundred bandits, if you want to attack the impregnable, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there are thousands of soldiers guarding the Bishui Pass, is it really to deceive me that there is no one in the Dajin Kingdom!"

The generals nodded their heads and laughed.

"Pass the order, the army continues to move forward, don't delay going to Luoyang City!"

After Yan Lou beat his horse and walked forward, the generals pointed to the mountain beam and scolded a few words, and they all followed.

Watching the Jurchen army rush away, Wang Song breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately gave the order to the soldiers to continue to squat, and then attack again in an hour.

Zhang Xian looked at the steep and abnormal, one-man pass, and asked worriedly: "Great official, are we really going to capture Bishui Pass?"

Wang Song laughed and said, "Who said that you were going to attack Bishui Pass?" I don't want my brothers to die in vain. Tonight, let's send troops to Ruzhou, and destroy the Jurchens in Ruzhou first!"

"The big officials have a wonderful plan!"

Li Yanxian said excitedly: "The Jin people are too arrogant, they divide their troops to attack and plunder all places, and we can just break them individually." First, it can annihilate the living forces of the Jurchens, and second, it can open up the main roads in various parts of Gyeonggi, so that the troops of the Qinwang troops from all over the country can enter the city of Tokyo and guard the Jingshi, so that it will be inconvenient for the Jurchens to besiege Bianjing!"

Wang Song nodded, although he knew that the Song army of Zhulu had broken or fled in history, and not many Qinwang troops had entered Tokyo, but he still hoped that a miracle would happen and save the city of Tokyo, which was in danger.

"The Jurchens are so arrogant, just enough to give our army a chance to break through. The purpose of war is to annihilate the living force of the other side and make the other side lose its combat power, which is also the goal of our war! ”

Wang Song said in a deep voice: "Pass the order, let the brothers replenish food, and send troops to Ruzhou tonight, to catch the Jurchens off guard!"

Ruzhou is located about 400 miles west of Tokyo City, north of the towering Song Mountain, south of the vast Funiu Mountain, west of Xijing Luoyang, east is the endless Yellow River Plain, the Ru River runs through the whole territory from west to east.

In the middle of the night, the sky was freezing and the heavens and the earth were plunged into darkness. The gate of Ruzhou City was closed, the scattered torches on the city wall, and the Jurchen soldiers patrolling and guarding had already hid in the city to avoid the cold and have fun, and the city wall was a cold and deserted scene.

Outside the east gate of Ruzhou, thousands of loyal soldiers suddenly appeared, and they were densely packed, lurking a hundred steps away from the city gate, staring at the city wall of Ruzhou.

"Pass the order, let the brothers hide their bodies, and don't let the fans on the city wall find out, so as not to make a mistake!"

Li Yanxian looked at the pale rebel brothers lying in the snowdrift beside him, and said with a frown.

After this battle, many of the rebel soldiers were injured and sick, and the cold weather made the health of the soldiers even worse.

"Don't worry, general, don't look at the brothers who are injured or sick, as long as there is a fight, the custody is a hero!"

Li Yanxian nodded slightly, his eyes turned to the wall of Ruzhou City, and said fiercely: "Tell the brothers to be calm and not impatient, as soon as the time comes, we will immediately attack the city and kill these dogs!"

It was originally a densely populated area around Gyeonggi, but when the army came all the way, the villages were burned down, and the corpses of the people were piled up, and the tragic situation was unbearable to see.

Everyone went all the way south, and on the way they met some people who had fled from Ruzhou, and knew that the Jurchen army was now stationed in the city of Ruzhou, and the number was estimated at five or six thousand.

Li Yanxian traveled to Ruzhou when he was young, and knew the situation in the city, and the south gate was the Ruzhou Prefecture Office, and the east gate was the Daxiao field, and only there could be a large army, and it was under his suggestion that the army decided to attack from the east city.

"Great official, it's almost time, you can start!"

Seeing that it was not early, Li Yanxian said softly on the side.

Wang Song nodded, and the military order was immediately passed down.

In the darkness, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared, and they quickly moved towards the east gate of Ruzhou City like ghosts in the dark.

Wherever the Jurchen soldiers went, they burned, killed and looted, and the outer outline of Ruzhou City was already in ruins, but this also happened to facilitate the attack of the loyal and righteous army.

The black shadows quickly wandered to the gate of the city, and Zhang Sheng, who was in the lead, tied up a dozen earth-shattering thunderbolts together, then lit the fuse, and quickly dodged to both sides with his subordinates.

With a loud bang, two huge wooden doors were blown apart, and one wooden door shattered and collapsed directly. Ignoring the smoke, Zhang Sheng and the others quickly ran to the gate of the urn city, and before the golden soldiers on the city could react, they concocted the second wooden gate and blew up the second wooden gate, and the entire east city gate opened their arms to the righteous army.

The golden soldiers on the city wall reacted, saw the large crowd swarming outside the city, shouted in panic, and began to shoot arrows downward.

Under the city wall, the feather arrows roared, a group of Khitan archers led by Yelu Geng galloped, stretched their bows and arrows, and the feather arrows galloped, and the golden soldiers on the city wall were shot down one by one, and a group of Khitan men took the lead in rushing into the city of Ruzhou.

Behind Yelu Yan and the others, the rebels marched in unison, pouring in from the east city like a tide, and Li Yanxian took the lead, leading his subordinates and soldiers to go straight to the east gate.

The Dongcheng City Gate Tower, as well as the Jurchen soldiers who were sleeping on the Wengcheng City Gate Tower, were awakened by the loud noise outside. They hurriedly picked up their weapons, rushed to the city wall, and looked down, and could not help but be stunned.

The gate of the city was opened, and countless men and horses rode on foot, densely packed, and rushed into the city.

"Whew!"

The vast trumpets sounded, the Jurchen soldiers on the city walls blew the horns, and the city was in chaos.

"Straight sissy thief!"

Xu Hu was furious, commanded his subordinates, and everyone threw bombs together, and dozens of smoking iron bumps were thrown up.

"Boom, boom" explosions sounded one after another, screams also came one after another, smoke and dust rose up, and the Jurchen soldiers on the city wall suddenly fell silent.

"Occupy the tower immediately and cover the army into the city!"

Xu Hu roared loudly, and countless loyal soldiers climbed the city wall and quickly occupied the two city gate towers in front and behind.

Yelu took the lead, leading a group of Khitan archers to rain arrows, and the Jurchen soldiers at the gate of the school were shot to the ground one after another, turning into hedgehogs. Ye Lu Yan and Li Yanxian led people to pour into the school field in a steady stream, and went straight to the camp of the Jurchen sergeants.

Through the light of the fire in the barracks, Li Yanxian saw it very clearly. On the right side of the barracks is the stable, on the left is the barracks of the Jurchen soldiers, and in the middle there is a huge teaching ground, which is where the soldiers usually train.

It's a pity that the Great Song Dynasty used literature to control martial arts, and the armament was relaxed, and these places where martial arts were practiced became the same, but it was thousands of people of the Great Song Dynasty who suffered.

Yelu commanded the archers, shot the guards patrolling the church to the ground, followed by 300 grenadiers, thousands of spearmen, and more than a thousand cavalry, all poured into the entire church.

In contrast, the shield bearers in the army have become ornaments.

In the barracks in the teaching ground, fires began to light up one after another, shouts and quarrels followed, and the sound of explosions and fighting outside had obviously awakened the Jurchen sergeants in the camp.

Li Yanxian nodded secretly, the quality of these Jurchen sergeants is really good, in the dark night, when they encountered a surprise attack, there was no camp roar, which was more than one cut higher than the rotten Song army.

Yelu Yan and the Khitan soldiers were shocked to see it. The earth-shattering thunder not only shattered the city gates, but everywhere they went, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the blockers were destroyed, and the once invincible Jurchen warriors were in a mess.

"Yelu Gan, is this still a Song person?"

A Khitan man looked at the rebel cavalry walking away, his eyes were like eggs.

"When you were in Luoyang City, didn't you see it all?"

Yelu Gan's face sank, and his eyes returned to their former murderous aura.

"When I was in Luoyang City, Lao Tzu killed Yan Huonu, and there was no turning back arrow when he opened the bow. If any of you have two hearts, go back to Yanjing as soon as possible, so as not to be embarrassed by Lao Tzu here!"

A group of Khitan men hurriedly shook their heads again and again, and someone said loudly: "Yelu Gan, although you can rest assured, your head has fallen off the bowl and there is a big scar, and the brothers will listen to you!"

Some people also shouted: "Brother Yelu, you are now the same Khitan warrior you used to be!"

"There are no Khitan warriors!"

Yelu Yan's face turned pale, and he interrupted everyone's words sharply.

"They are all people who have lost their country, keep your mouth shut for me! Wang Tiegun is a good man, I'm obedient to him! In the future, there will only be loyal and righteous troops, only Wang Tiegun, and no Khitan warriors, do you remember them? ”

As soon as Yelugan's words ended, a burst of drumming sounded in the crowd.

"Jeremi, don't worry! "

"Brother Yelu, the brothers are also real men, how can they vote for that Jurchen thief again!"

All the Khitan men were indignant, swearing to the sky, roaring and howling, Yelu Yan's face softened, and he hit his horse and went up, and everyone followed closely.