With the addition of two living forces, the tide of battle immediately changed. The two cavalry galloped across the country, invincible all the way, and the blockers broke through, and the offensive that the Jin people had just risen up was instantly pressed back.

The cavalry of Yue Fei's army and the Wanyan Sect's bi department collided together, and countless soldiers on both sides fell off their horses in an instant. Yue Fei took the lead, the cavalry of the Song army galloped, and the Jurchen warriors fell off their horses one after another.

"Wang Song is here, Wang Song is here!"

Yue Fei was so fierce that everywhere he went, the Jurchen warriors mistakenly thought that Yue Fei was Wang Song, and many Jurchen foot riders shouted in horror.

Since the first year of Jingkang, the name "Wang Song" has already penetrated into the bone marrow of the Jurchens, men, women and children, peddlers and pawns, from gold lords to commoners, from marshals to soldiers, everyone is talking about tiger color change.

Wang Song has become the fear of the Jurchens!

"Kill Song Dog!"

Wanyan Zongbi was furious, lifted the long knife in his hand, and led his subordinate warriors to catch up, heading straight for Yue Fei.

This pair of national thieves and heroes, who are familiar to the Chinese people hundreds of years later, finally met together and fought fiercely.

The battle was very fierce, and the warriors next to the two kept falling off their horses, suffering heavy casualties, but the process of fighting between the two was very short.

Yue Fei flew up and down with a big gun, and Yan Zongbi barely supported it for a few rounds, but for a while, he was smashed on the back by Yue Fei's shot and fell off the horse.

The Jurchen warriors next to him were shocked, and they rushed forward one after another, surrounded Yue Fei and sacrificed their lives to fight, and quickly snatched back Yan Zongbi and helped him get on the horse.

Wanyan Zongbi's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he no longer had the courage he was just now.

"Rush up and kill him!"

Wanyan Zongbi gritted his teeth and shouted to the subordinates next to him, but he coughed up blood again and again.

A group of Jurchen warriors stiffened their heads, plucked up their courage, and rushed towards Yue Fei frantically, and the cavalry of the Loyal and Righteous Army on the opposite side collided head-on, and it was another life-sacrificing fight.

"Sticky Han, Wang Song hasn't appeared yet, let's withdraw the army!"

Wan Yan Lou shouted loudly. The two sides are locked in a bitter battle, and neither can defeat the other at once. In this case, there is no need to continue the struggle.

Wanyan Zonghan's face was gloomy, and he really knew it in his heart. As Wanyan Lou said, the Song army will not retreat from the battle, and the Jurchen army has lost momentum. Even if the Song army is repulsed, how many Jurchen warriors will be left?

"Mingjin retreats his troops and retreats to the northwest!"

Seeing that both sides were exhausted, and the Jin soldiers could not penetrate the large array of the Song army, Wanyan Zonghan finally issued a military order.

Now that Mingjin has withdrawn his troops, I am afraid that it has been delayed for some more hours, and I don't know if Wang Song's house is hiding any conspiracy?

"Mingjin withdraws his troops and withdraws!"

Wan Yan Lou's heart was anxious, and he commanded his subordinates loudly.

After Yan Zongbi, the fourth prince's rush and killing, not only did not repel the Song army, but may have delayed time and was unfavorable to the battle situation.

The two sides fought for a while, and the losses were half a catty, so what is the significance of the grappling to the battle situation, it is better to retreat as soon as possible to make people feel at ease.

The earth-shattering gong sounded, and the golden soldiers were relieved, and they left the battlefield one after another, retreating in the direction of the banner of the Chinese army.

Yue Fei and Zhang Xian both breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the current battle situation, the Jin people have lost at least half of the elite, and in this battle, the loyal army has already won.

"Shoot the guns, shoot these shitty shit!"

The two hurriedly ordered the artillerymen to load their ammunition and shell the retreating Jin soldiers.

Light and heavy artillery opened fire together, the battlefield was filled with gunsmoke, strands of smoke rose, and on the way to retreat, people kept falling from their horses, and people kept falling to the ground.

Wanyan Zongbi gritted his steel teeth with hatred. I am afraid that after this artillery bombardment, I will lose several thousand more people.

The drums were dense, and the desolate horn sounded in the dark night, and the generals of the Jin soldiers were all stunned, didn't they just call the Jin troops back, why did they want to attack again?

Wild

Due west, the fire was soaring in the dark, and less than three miles away from the Jurchen Great Array, countless Song army banners were unfurled, spears were like forests, the pace was the same, rolling eastward.

The gunners followed on both sides, and the sergeants marched forward with torches in their hands.

The tide of battle is changing too fast. The Jin people Ming Jin withdrew his troops, but the reinforcements of the loyal and righteous army arrived in time, just stuck to the west of the retreat of the Jin soldiers.

"Wang Song, it must be Wang Song!"

Wanyan Lou's face turned pale, and he said angrily: "Where are the scouts, Song Dog has arrived, and no one has found out?"

"Dutong, Song Gou must have crossed the river from the frustrated water!"

Wan Yan Lou's eyes were dark, and the Venus in front of him was wild, and he almost fainted. The Jurchen iron horse roamed the world, but it was on the river......

Fushui is next to Fuping City, less than three miles away. I thought that the river water was a protection for Jin Bing, but I didn't expect it to become a convenience for the other party's sailors.

"Hurry up and retreat to the northwest. Once surrounded by the Song soldiers, the army will become a turtle in an urn, and it can only be slaughtered!"

Wan Yan Lou's heart jumped suddenly, and he roared loudly.

"Wang Xianggong is here!"

Yue Fei and Zhang Xian both breathed a sigh of relief. No one expected that Wang Song would arrange reinforcements from the water division, and the time was just right.

The golden soldiers have not eaten for a day, and they are already at the end of their crossbows. The reinforcements from the other side are all fresh blood, and the number of them is unknown, and this momentum alone is quite terrifying.

Mingjin's military order to withdraw troops was issued, but it was only necessary to quickly leave the battlefield, how could it be so easy. Especially for those Han'er foot soldiers, exhausted, relying on two heavy legs, how can they run past the speed of the cannonball.

In the midst of the extinguishing of the fire, the Song army was in a large array of reinforcements, countless artillery pieces roared incessantly, and iron bullet balls poured towards the fleeing Han'er like a tide.

The sound of artillery was incessant, and the Jurchen cavalry retreating to the west was instantly overwhelmed. The other party came prepared, the iron ball was rampant, countless golden soldiers were flying with flesh and blood, and there were heavy casualties, and the golden soldiers who withdrew to the west were suddenly beaten.

On the surface of the Fushui River, a fire was also lit up at this time, and on the warships on the river, the sound of "Pengpeng" artillery rang out one after another, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the entire river.

Hundreds of artillery pieces were fired together, iron pellets tore through the air, and rained straight towards the Jurchen cavalry fleeing to the northwest.

"Wang Song, this guy is really the nemesis of my Dajin Kingdom!"

Wanyan Zonghan wanted to cry without tears. The retreating large array had just been organized, and the left flank had been completely routed.

"Retreat to the northwest!"

Wanyan Zonghan turned his horse's head, and countless Jurchen knights surrounded him in the middle, and rode away in the direction of the northwest wilderness.

The loyal and righteous army was flanked on three sides, and thousands of artillery pieces of all sizes opened fire together, and the shells rained down, enveloping all the golden infantry and cavalry who could not escape in the artillery fire.

The Han'er foot soldier who was dragging behind cried wolf howl and his soul was scattered. As the comrades around them were blown over and killed to the ground one by one, these men quickly collapsed.

The Han'er in the back was shelled, surrounded, chased and intercepted, and wantonly slashed and killed. The Jurchen cavalry fleeing in front of them panicked, and they galloped wildly, completely losing the courage to fight.

Thousands of artillery pieces bombarded continuously, the Jurchen army suffered heavy casualties, and along the way, there was blood and corpses everywhere, and there were routs fleeing in panic everywhere.

Since the beginning of the war, less than 20,000 of the 50,000 Jurchen cavalry that have dominated the world have remained.

"Wang Xianggong! Wang Xianggong! Wang Xianggong!"

On the field, the sound of earth-shattering shouts sounded among the loyal and righteous army, earth-shattering, and the sound shook the sky, and spread far away.

Wanyan Zonghan was terrified and couldn't help but look back.

Under the light of the torches, among the ten thousand armies, a mighty Song general with iron armor rode on a tall horse, holding an iron gun in his hand, showing off his might.

Around the Song generals, countless Song soldiers raised their swords and guns and shouted loudly, and the scene was extremely shocking.

"Wang Song, I will take your dog's head in the coming day!"

Wanyan Zonghan's hateful teeth itched. He turned his head away, struck his horse and galloped, never looking back again.

Wanyan Lou Room led a large group of Jurchen cavalry to gallop wildly, and Han'er had long been forgotten. Everyone rode forward, and there were Jurchen knights around them who kept falling off their horses, and the screams in the darkness came one after another, and Wan Yan Lou was so angry that he almost fell off his horse.

The soldiers were quick to see and quickly supported Wan Yan Lou's room. Otherwise, once you fall off the horse, you may not be spared in the dark night.

Wanyan Zongbi was surrounded by his own soldiers and fled with his life. In the dark, the war horse's leg was broken, and one stumbled, throwing Wanyan Zongbi off the horse.

The soldiers hurriedly dismounted and helped Wan Yan Zongbi up. Wanyan Zongbi's face turned pale, and he frowned tightly, it turned out that he fell and broke a few ribs in his chest.

Wanyan Zongbi endured the pain, got on a war horse, and continued to flee north.

The night was not the day, and under the attack and shock of artillery fire, the Jurchen knights continued to fall off their horses and were no longer silent.

Wanyan Zongbi kept moving, only looking forward. He never dreamed that 50,000 Jurchen iron horsemen, plus the same number of Han'er foot soldiers, would be directly defeated by the Song people!

Wanyan Zongbi hated it so much that his teeth itched, and the wounds on his body were in severe pain. The artillery of the Song army was endless, and the Jurchen warriors beside him were getting smaller and smaller.

I don't know how far and how long they ran, but the Jurchen cavalry finally escaped from the firing range of the Song artillery. Wan Yan Lou took advantage of the firelight, looked at the terrain, and asked loudly: "Where is the front, go and explore the way!"

"All of them, the front is the same official. The east side is white water, the west side is lacquer water, and there is a bridge in the middle. After here, there is Fangzhou ahead. ”

After Yan Lou's room was thinking, the soldiers behind came forward to report: "Commander, the chasing soldiers of the Song people have caught up again!"

"Order the troops, cross the bridge quickly, and go north!"

Wanyan Lou wanted to kill back and give Song Bing a blow to the head. Under the light of the torches, seeing that the Jurchen knights were frightened, they still took back their words.

Even if you kill a few Song troops, what does it have to do with the overall situation, anyway, the defeat is decided.

A straight stone bridge appeared in front of the Jurchen cavalry. Before everyone had time to rejoice, they saw that on the high slope of two or three hundred steps next to the bridge, torches were densely lit, which turned out to be a large array of the Song army, with as many as three or four thousand people, and it was full of artillery.

"Distance, hurry across the bridge, or you'll be dead!"

The torches behind him were getting closer and closer, and Wan Yan Lou Room shouted angrily, and took the lead in riding towards the stone bridge, and a group of personal soldiers hurriedly followed.

These Song soldiers were really despicable, and they deliberately made a way, but they wanted the Jurchen warriors to fill it with flesh and blood.

Don't you know that Song Bing has no way to do this. Once the bridgehead is blocked, and the Jurchen army is allowed to crisscross the Guanzhong Plain, the people don't know how much suffering they have to endure and how many sins they will suffer!

The Jurchen cavalry came and went like the wind, and it was still quite a headache for the loyal and righteous troops who were not very mobile.

The Jurchen knights stiffened their heads and beat the horses and fish forward.

"Pong! Disheveled! Ponto!"

The artillery of the loyal and righteous army rang out, the Jurchen cavalry who escaped the stone bridge, and people kept falling off their horses, and the corpses on the bridge were stacked on top of each other, horizontal and vertical, and the piles were high.

Wanyan Lou's room beat the horse and galloped, and the corpses on the boat were criss-crossed, which made his horse slow down. The artillery roared, and Wan Yan Lou's waist was hot, and he almost fell off his horse. He endured the pain, tried to hold himself, and let the horse move forward.

When Yang Zaixing and Dong Xian led their troops to the stone bridge, the corpses of people and horses around the stone bridge and on the bridge were stacked on top of each other, and the shallow river below had been blocked, and the river overflowed the embankments on both sides, flowing everywhere.

Everyone stepped forward to inquire, but did not find the bodies of Wanyan Lou Room and Wanyan Zonghan.

Yang Zaixing spat the ground. These Jurchen thieves are really fatal, and they can escape such shelling.