The river bends and ravines, the streams and ravines are murmuring, the banks are overgrown with trees, there is some snow in the forests, and the milky white fog surrounds the river and the woods, and there is silence all around.

This should be the Yang Jiagou that the scholar's son-in-law said.

Suddenly, the horse under the crotch stopped moving forward and stood up with its front hooves. Shao Xing's heart sank, and he made a gesture, and the Song army knights behind him reined in their horses one by one and stood quietly on the ground.

The orders were forbidden, the military discipline was strict, and the scouts were silent, gently taking off their shields and standing in front of them, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen carefully to the movement in the field.

There was faint laughter and fighting in front of him, and the sweat beads on Shao Xing's face were dense, and he remained silent and continued to sit quietly on his horse.

Half an hour passed, and a violent northwest wind blew up, blowing across the calm faces of the scouts. The sky was overcast and getting darker. Following the sound of rolling thunder, a torrential rain fell from the sky, and in an instant, the entire field was surrounded by a vast heavy rain.

The fog in the forest and on the river has disappeared cleanly, and the scene in front of me has suddenly become clear. A jujube forest is in front of everyone, and in front of the jujube forest, there is a continuous mountain beam, which runs from east to west, and I don't know how much it extends from a distance.

Everyone dismounted and hid in the forest, most of the scouts stayed to be on guard, and Shao Xing took Xu San and a few scouts to the mountain beam in the distance.

The Loess Plateau, dry and cold with little rain, finally has a torrential rain in winter, everyone is frozen enough, the road is muddy, very difficult to walk. Everyone was one foot deep and one foot shallow, and finally approached the mountain beam and climbed up along a hidden deep recess.

There, it was the direction from which the sounds of fighting and commotion were coming from.

Everyone hid their bodies and looked down, even the biting cold had been forgotten. I saw that along the south side of the mountain beam all the way to the north, dense camp tents one after another, endless, just as the son-in-law of the scholar said, the Jurchen army was more than 10,000 people, not to mention the Jurchen army.

Shao Xing took out the clairvoyant mirror and looked carefully, under the rain curtain, the golden soldiers were in a hurry, and they got into the barracks one after another, and many of the golden soldiers were running around in the camp, embarrassed.

In an open space in the camp, dozens of Song people were tied to wooden stakes, all with their heads down, each with feather arrows stuck in their bodies, apparently killed. Looking at them, it seems that they have just been shot, which may be where the noise just now is.

A Jin soldier general got out of the camp tent and said something to the Jin soldiers who came out, and the Jin soldiers went away in the rain one after another. The general of the Jin soldiers suddenly raised his head, and a pair of eyes under the hat were sweeping towards the hiding place of Shao Xing and the others.

Shao Xing and the others didn't dare to move, until the general of the Jin soldiers turned around and entered the barracks, and then slowly came down from the mountain beam and got into the jujube forest.

"Big brother, the north side of the mountain beam is the camp of the Jin people, the west is Fanzi, and the east is Han'er. According to the number of Jurchen people camped, there were 10,000 people each in Fanzi and Han'er, and the total number was about 20,000. ”

Shao Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice. The golden soldier general just now really scared him.

Shao Xing nodded and said in a deep voice: "Look at the weather, I don't know when the rain will fall, and the Fanzi army will not leave easily." Let's go back immediately to tell the minister, so as not to go deep alone and fall into an ambush. ”

Shaoxing arranged them one by one. Shao Ping took people back to tell him, Xu San went to Linzhou City to inform the Song army defending the city, and the other scouts were with him to guard the ferry and wait for the loyal army to come.

The crowd went all the way to the ferry. When I arrived, I found that there were no ferries at the ferry, apparently someone had come, and the boat had been removed.

The rangers rode out to reconnoitre, everyone stopped by the river, their faces were solemn, Shao Xing was in a cold sweat, didn't the Jurchens come here?

He thought for a moment, and then said resolutely: "Brothers, we must immediately find a boat to cross the river." This place is not far from Linzhou City, if it doesn't work, go upstream to the river and cross the river from the north of Linzhou City!"

Before Shao Xing's words fell, the scouts who were scouting rushed over and shouted loudly: "Commander Shao, a large number of Fanzi cavalry appeared on the east, south, and north sides, and there were thousands of people on the riverside, and thousands of people were killed from the dense forest, and the number was also thousands!"

Shao Xing "chuckled" in his heart, thinking that it was the Jin people who found out about the attack on the ferry crossing of the Guye River, and had been waiting for the rabbit here. It's ridiculous that these people didn't even find out.

North, south, and east, there were Jin soldiers chasing on three sides, and there were no ferries on the river, so there was no way to cross the shore to the west. If you hesitate and wait, you will be completely wiped out.

Shao Xing said loudly: "Shao Ping and Xu San ran to the direction of Linzhou City, crossed the river from there, and reported the situation here to the prime minister, and I and the other brothers stayed behind!"

"Brothers, follow me to meet the enemy!"

Shao Xing took off his spear, beat his horse and went straight to the Jurchen cavalry coming from the north, and the rest of the scouts drew their sharp blades and followed.

Shao Ping and Xu San glanced at each other, turned their horses' heads, took a few scouts, and went straight to Linzhou City in the south.

Heavy rain like a note, covering the field, thousands of Jurchen cavalry, three or four thousand Han'er, dense, all over the mountains, surrounded by, the golden soldiers like wolves and tigers, hideous faces.

Shao Xing raised his sword and slashed over a golden soldier, and the blood stains on the long knife were instantly washed away by the rain, and became as bright as a mirror again.

The scouts behind him were like wolves and tigers, raising swords and guns together, and they were full of anger.

Hulu sat on his horse, and a group of Jurchen iron horsemen surrounded him, and he was indifferent when the heavy rain soaked the iron armor. Looking not far away, one by one the Song troops fell off their horses, but Hulu had a solemn face. These Song soldiers are too ruthless.

Every Song soldier fell was accompanied by more than one Jurchen warrior falling off his horse, and Han'er was even more vulnerable. How did these athletes of the original Great Liao Kingdom become so weak under the command of the Jurchen warriors?

Seeing that the two Song soldiers took the opportunity to break out of the encirclement and beat Manan, the look on Hulu's face was even more ugly.

Suddenly it rained heavily, the horn bow was wet, and there was no way to launch feather arrows, so they could only watch the two Song troops on the other side break out of the encirclement, but the army had no way.

Time passed little by little, and in the pouring rain, hundreds of golden soldiers fell, and more golden soldiers gathered again. Under repeated fighting, the encirclement of the Jin soldiers was sometimes broken through, and sometimes it was repaired.

The rain was pouring down, and each scout's body was soaked, and the wounds were burning with pain. Everyone forgot the cold and the pain all over their bodies, and their eyes were red, like wild beasts, just sacrificing their lives.

Shao Xing held a spear, rushed left and right, smashed and stabbed, invincible, and all the responders screamed and fell off their horses, and there was almost no enemy.

From the hour to the afternoon, the two sides fought back and forth for several hours, and the north and south were converted for several miles, and the Song army only had twenty or thirty people left, all of them hung colors, and they were scarred, but they never broke out of the encirclement of the Jin people.

On the banks of the Kuno River and on the wasteland, corpses were everywhere, and the rain flowed sideways, carrying the blood of the dead and wounded on the bank, and rushed into the Kuno River, and a layer of red floated on the surface of the river.

The scouts were scarred, their armor shiny from the rain, some with broken wrists, some with bloody abdomen, others with blood and pale faces. The scout camp has reached the point of running out of ammunition and food.

One of the scouts was so weak that he could no longer support it, and he fell off his horse with a "poof" and never got up again. His comrades dismounted and looked through it, only to find that the scout's chest had been split open and his intestines were flowing out.

"Count, how many people are there?"

"Command, there are 28 people in the scout battalion!"

Shao Xing's eyes swept over, and met the eyes of his comrades, and from the eyes of everyone, he saw a kind of determination to die together.

"Ninety-nine steel knives in hand, kill all Hu Erfang, I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow. The strong man drank the wine in the bowl, and did not look back on the journey of a thousand miles! ”

One of the scouts next to him sang loudly, and the scout next to him followed suit, singing generously in the rain.

The scouts' voices were loud and excited, and the Jurchen cavalry who were about to step forward were all stunned, the men were in a trance, their faces were pale, and many of them stayed in place, holding knives and guns in their hands, like puppets.

Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. Life is a life, grass and trees are autumn. If you can die so heroically, you will also die a well-deserved death!

In the heavy rain, Shao Xing raised the spear in his hand, pierced the gloomy sky, and let out a heaven-shattering roar: "Kill Fanzi!"

The rest of the scouts also raised their weapons and let out a deep roar one by one.

"Kill!"

Shao Xing took the lead, taking the remnants of twenty-seven scouts, towards the golden soldier formation in front of him, without hesitation.

In the surprised eyes of the Jurchen cavalry and the frightened eyes of the Han'er, Shao Xing's twenty-eight horsemen collided with the Jin people, and the final battle began.

In the bloody battle, the comrades beside him fell under the horse one by one, Shao Xing went crazy, the spear was frequently stabbed and smashed, the blood mist appeared, the bones were cracked, and one by one the Jurchen knights fell under the horse.

A long knife came with his head and face, cutting off Shao Xing's gun, and the long knife went down and slashed at Shao Xing's left arm, bleeding like a stream.

Shao Xing didn't care about it, and as soon as he sent the sharp bevel forward, he stabbed into the face of the Jurchen knight, and the Jurchen knight covered his face and fell off the horse screaming.

Shao Xing's ribs hurt, he had already suffered a bit, he grabbed Han'er's spear and rolled down from the other side of the horse.

Han'er couldn't help Shao Xing's divine power, and the spear was snatched away. Shao Xing backhanded a gun and smashed it into Han'er's face. The sound of broken bones came, and Han'er snorted and fell to the ground.

Shao Xing only felt that the world was spinning, and he tried to stand on his feet, but he fell to the ground weakly.

In the line of sight, the hideous faces of countless golden soldiers came forward......

Lying in the mud, the rain wet his face, Shao Xing's ears vaguely sounded the rumbling of war drums, whether it was a dream or an illusion, true or false, in a daze, he lost consciousness.

More than 144 cold corpses were neatly arranged on the dirt floor, and the rain hit the scarred bodies and pale faces of these soldiers, but they did not respond, and in just a few hours, they left the world forever.

Wang Song's face was pale, the war had not yet come, it was just an encounter, and the 144 sturdy men, the elite of the former army scout battalion, had lost their voices forever, and there was no longer the possibility of fighting for the country.

If it weren't for Yang Jinqian's army, not only would the warriors not survive, but everyone's heads would have been cut off by the Jin people.

"Xianggong, 45 brothers were decapitated, and 13 were seriously injured, including the Shao Xing brothers. The brothers are looking for the missing head. ”

"The head must be found, and the brothers can't be left without a corpse!"

Wang Song felt a little proud and relieved that his subordinates had finally become well-known men, rather than cowardly and bloodless gangsters who were ravaged by others.

Just look at the corpses on the riverside and wasteland, dense, layered, horizontal and vertical, and stretching for miles, you can know what kind of bloody battle has been experienced here, and how fierce the battle is!

The Song people, who had been kneeling for too long, finally stood up.