Wang Song was furious, he no longer avoided it, threw the iron spear to a volunteer army, and picked up an iron rod from the ground.

Wang Song held up a few sticks smashed by the Jurchen officers, and took advantage of the moment when the Jurchen officers were ventilating, turned around and smashed them again and again, as if he wanted to try with the Jurchen officers to see who had more strength.

Sure enough, as soon as the Jurchen officer made a careless move, he was smashed and retreated, the sweat on his face kept flowing down his cheeks, his breath was like a cow, and his arms were numb. He never expected that among the southerners, there would be people with such divine powers.

The officer was forced to retreat step by step, and he couldn't help but be ruthless. He screamed again and again, no longer dodging the iron rod smashed by Wang Song, but instead took a mace out of his wheel, wanting to die with Wang Song.

It turned out to be this kind of lose-lose play, the ferocity of the nomads, and the weakness of the Han people is really incomparable. Wang Song rolled to the side, and the mace was about to pass over his head.

The Jurchen officer's iron rod was swung out, but before he could retract his momentum, Wang Sheng's iron rod had already been lifted and slashed diagonally upwards from his abdomen.

The Jurchen officer only felt unbearable abdominal pain, he stayed for a moment, threw away the iron rod in his hand, screamed wildly, fell to the ground, and groaned loudly.

Wang Song's stick, the stick thorn directly cut his entire lower abdomen. Blood spurted wildly, a large piece of flesh and blood hung on the chest, blood gushed out, as if mixed with the intestines and internal organs, and the whole chest was red with blood, which was very terrifying.

Several Jurchen knights rushed up, sacrificed their lives to attack Wang Song, and took the opportunity to snatch the Jurchen officers back.

A Jurchen knight slashed over a volunteer, and with another sword shook off the spear in the hand of a volunteer, and slashed down with a knife.

The rebels couldn't dodge, half of their arms were cut off, and blood flowed profusely. The Jurchen knight took advantage of the situation, and the head of the rebel flew out, and the bloody arrows on his neck sprayed everywhere, and the corpse slowly fell.

The surrounding rebels, seeing that this Jurchen knight was very fierce, all clenched the swords and guns in their hands and did not dare to step forward.

Under the firelight, the Jurchen knight was covered in blood, his face was hideous, his mouth was wow, he didn't know what he was calling, and he looked very arrogant. The Jurchen knights slowly approached the horses, and the rebels were so frightened by his ferocity that no one dared to attack.

Suddenly, two spears stabbed over, and the Jurchen knights hurriedly separated themselves. The spears were stacked and stabbed, flying up and down, and the Jurchen knights retreated step by step, and by one accident, two spears had been pierced through the chest one after another, stabbing out several bloody holes.

The surrounding rebels pounced, spears stabbed, long knives slashed, and the Jurchen knights were quickly chopped into meat sauce.

Zhai Liang and Zhang Heng put away their spears, and looked at it, there were only more than ten Jurchen knights left, and under the attack of a large number of rebels, they had retreated step by step, and people kept falling, constantly letting out howls before death.

Wang Song stabbed a shot into the chest and abdomen of the last Jurchen knight in front of him, blood splattered, and the Jurchen knight fell heavily into the fire, causing countless sparks and smoke, and the corpse also burned.

Wang Song jumped to the side, and people also felt a little tired, this Jurchen fanzi's strength and toughness are so amazing!

I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I have insisted on it for more than ten years in order to compete with these Jurchen fans. The ordinary Great Song Dynasty forbidden army was corrupt and degenerate, with little training, and they were all like goods, but they were much worse.

Looking at the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, perhaps only the Western Army could compete with it.

But the Western Army is fighting openly and secretly, the Yao family, the seed family, and the Zhe family all have their own interests, and the Zhe family is alone in the north, in the midst of the Jurchens and the Xia people on three sides, for hundreds of years, they are all dismal operations, thirty or forty thousand people, the land of projectiles, how to resist the soldiers of the two countries!

A rebel in his thirties, using a spear to keep stabbing on the corpse of a Jurchen knight, did not let go until the corpse was blurred with flesh and blood, and muttered in his mouth: "Dog, Dad has avenged you!" , I've avenged you, did you see it......"

The surrounding rebels looked at him, and none of them stepped forward to dissuade him. Everyone hung their heads, and some turned their heads and kept wiping their eyes.

The Jurchen army went south, burning, killing and looting, doing all kinds of evil, the Han people were as straight as pigs and dogs, the people were displaced, and the land east of the river was ruined and in a mess.

These rebels, whether they are bandits or people, their ancestors lived here, and this is their home. Now that their homes have been destroyed, their parents and brothers have been killed, and women and sisters have been humiliated, many people have a blood and tears account in their hearts, and they want to settle accounts with Fanzi.

The Jurchen officers are dead, and the warriors inside have also died in turn, and the courage of the Jurchen knights has been lost. Under the repeated attacks of the rebels, the remaining Jurchen knights were cut to the ground one by one.

A Jurchen knight raised his long knife and knelt on the ground as if to surrender. As soon as the rebels approached, the Jurchen knight suddenly stood up and slashed at one of the rebels in front of him with a single sword.

Everyone was furious, and they stepped forward one after another, and under a wild stabbing and slashing, the Jurchen knight's flesh and blood were blurred, and the corpses were all red.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one Jurchen knight left in the venue.

This Jurchen knight was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with two long braids thrown behind his head, and his bare head and face were covered with bloodstains, and it could be seen from a pair of smart eyes and a little fluff at the corners of his mouth that he was extremely young.

Seeing everyone come forward, the young Jurchen knight protected his long sword in front of him, and he was not afraid. The toughness of the Jurchens is obvious.

"Brothers, who understands Jurchen or Khitan dialect, go up and ask, they are the Jin soldiers of that department, what are they doing here?"

Dong Ping wanted to step forward to fight, but Wang Song blocked him. He also wanted to get the battle situation of the army in the division from this person.

"Big official, this time he scolded us, saying that we are cowardly cats and dogs, and we are not worthy of asking him."

There are a few people in the rebel army who can speak Khitan dialect, after all, Hedong borders the land of Yanyun, but no one can understand Jurchen dialect. But fortunately, this knight understands the Khitan language, otherwise he would really be unable to communicate.

Hearing the translated words, everyone in the rebels was filled with righteous indignation and scolded loudly. The knight looked arrogant and arrogant.

"You ask him, how is Wanyan Yinshuke's team, was it routed by the Western army of the small race, and fled around like dogs?"

Wang Song continued, wanting to use the method of agitation to see if he could get something out of the mouth of this young Jurchen knight.

Sure enough, as soon as the rebels asked in Khitan words, the Jurchen knight's face immediately turned red, he became extremely excited, and he began to speak.

"Big official, Fanzi said, the little Xianggong was beaten by them, and now he is surrounded in Yuci City, I believe that in two days, they will be wiped out."

Wang Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, it seems that the great army of the seed division has not yet been defeated. If there is no problem with history, and the division has not yet retreated to kill Xiongling, his rescue will be completely possible.

Finally, there is room for redemption.

"Big official, please give an order, let the villain come forward and cut this off!"

The Jurchen knight's insulting words just now made Dong Ping already furious. Seeing that Wang Song no longer asked, Dong Ping couldn't hold back anymore and stepped forward to ask for battle.

"Dong Ping, he's not worthy!"

Wang Song glanced at the Jurchen knight who was raising his head and chest, and said loudly: "If you want to fight alone, the opposite side should also be Wanyan Yinshu, or Wanyan Zonghan's generation." If you don't get into the stream, leave it to the brothers below. ”

Dong Ping hugged his fists and retreated.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for, revenge for revenge, revenge for wrongs!"

Deng Shixiong shouted, and several volunteers behind him had hideous eyes, guns and knives, and rushed forward one after another. The Jurchen knight's face turned pale and he stepped back. When the rebels separated, there was a dead body full of holes and bloody flesh in the field.

Zhai Liang stepped forward excitedly and said in a trembling voice: "Erlang, kill them all, none of them escape!" ”

Wang Song nodded and said: "Brother Zhai, carefully investigate the battlefield, and no one can slip through the net, lest the news leak and expose the whereabouts of the brothers!"

Zhai Liang took the order and began to clean up the battlefield, and when he encountered the Jurchen fans who fell to the ground, whether it was a corpse, or a wounded, or not yet dead, everyone made up a few shots to ensure that no one was left alive.

Sure enough, several Jurchen knights pretended to be dead, trying to escape from the chaos, but there was no trace to escape, and after a battle, all of them were killed.

"Big officials, these fans are really fierce! So many of our brothers attacked by surprise, but more than 200 people were killed and 60 or 70 people were injured. ”

Dong Wei was covered in blood, and when he came up to report the details, he was also a little surprised in his excitement.

"Erlang, this is the token of Fanzi, I just let the brothers who understand Khitan dialect take a look, it turns out that these Fanzi are the pro-army of the Jurchen general Wanyan Yinshuke, no wonder they are so strong."

Hearing Zhai Liang's words, Wang Song nodded slowly. No wonder these Jurchen knights are so strong, one person with two horses, and iron armor, just from this equipment, you can see that these people are extraordinary.

Liao died in Jin, and although the Jin man Wanyan Xiyin created the Jurchen script in the third year of Tianfu, the Khitan script was still used in the first half of the Jin Dynasty.

Wanyan Yinshu can be a Jurchen royal family, known as the "little god of war". Wanyan Zonghan destroyed the Liao invasion of the Song Dynasty, Wanyan Yinshu was the vanguard, and the Jurchen army under his command was the elite of the Jurchen Western Route Army, and his pro-army was all tribal warriors who were one in a hundred, but he didn't expect to be planted here.

"Let the brothers clean up the battlefield, pick up the javelins, and don't leave any clues, so as not to alarm Wanyan Yinshu."

Wang Song sent an order, according to the estimation of time, it should be too late for the rebels to clean up the battlefield, bury the corpses, dispose of the bloodstains, and go to Killing Xiongling.

Everyone worked together until the third watch to clean up the battlefield. After a short rest, everyone hurriedly set off and headed towards the Bear Killing Ridge, which was twenty miles away.

Although he killed a full 200 Jurchen cavalry, he also left a considerable number of corpses of the rebels. This is still a sneak attack, and the absolute superiority of the number of people shows the combat power of the Jurchen cavalry.

However, judging from the reaction of the rebels, everyone was more excited than afraid, and it seemed that there was still some gain. Compared with the fear of gold and tigers of most officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, the courage of the righteous army is really commendable.

Thirty or forty seriously wounded who have lost their ability to fight cannot go with the army. Zhang Heng sent someone to escort them back while it was dark and temporarily settled them on Taiyue Mountain.

This was their old nest, and there was still some food on the mountain, enough for these thirty or forty people. If you have the time to return, you will take them away.

This is the cruelty of war. In the midst of this, everyone is involuntarily drifting with the crowd, and it is not easy to control their own destiny.