On the field, bows were like thunderbolts, crossbows and arrows were fired in unison, swords and spears were raised at the same time, and blood was dripping.

Every moment someone falls, every moment is an alternation of life and death, both sides are red-eyed, no one looks at it, and takes a step back.

The cavalry of the Song army was in front, as more and more Jurchen knights joined the battle formation, the Song army had clashed and did not move, and the two sides came and went, and the Jurchen knights in the rear abandoned the large formation of the conflict in front of them, bypassing from the two wings, wanting to impact the back of the Song army.

The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and the Jurchen knights apparently found that the rear army of the Song army was a foot soldier and wanted to be defeated with a single blow.

It's just that on the battlefield, how can it be so wishy-washy. The corpses on the battlefield were stacked, and the cavalry had to slow down.

"Grenadier, up!"

In the large array of foot soldiers of the Song army, countless grenadiers braved the rain of arrows and threw out the "10,000 enemies" ignited in their hands.

The Jurchen knights suffered heavy casualties and were shrouded in smoke, and the "10,000 enemies" who did not succeed in throwing them out also killed and wounded hundreds of soldiers of the Song army.

A grenadier was shot through the arm by the Jurchen warriors' feathered arrows, and the "10,000 enemies" fell, and was kicked out by the officer next to him, falling to one place, injuring two Song soldiers next to him.

Another "10,000 enemies" was pressed under the chest of a Song soldier officer, and fortunately it was soaked in snow, and the sweat on the officer's face suddenly came out.

A Song soldier pressed several grenadiers under him, but his own flesh and blood were blurred by the explosion, and one leg was also blown off, revealing deep white bones, and he immediately fainted.

"Smash it again!"

As the roars of the officers rang out, countless "10,000 enemies" were thrown out again, this time with less pressure on the opponent's bow and arrow.

"Formation!"

The Song soldiers raised their shields, slowly retracted, and maintained the formation, the wounded and the dead were all dragged back, the formation was still the same, and the spears were like a forest.

They don't seek merit, but they seek no fault, as long as they keep the position of the rear army stable and not defeated by the Jin, this is a great achievement.

The rise of Niu Gao killing, a pair of iron shovels flew up and down, and those who touched it all broke their muscles and bones, and they were either dead or injured. As the Jurchen knights continued to pour in, the pressure he was facing suddenly increased, and the knights beside him fell off their horses one by one, which made him even more furious and unable to help himself.

Under the rage, after years of hard training, the anger in his chest suddenly exploded. He shouted angrily, and he was invincible, and he had fallen into a state of semi-madness.

Not only were everyone in the Song Army knights beside him secretly frightened, but even the Jurchen warriors on the opposite side were all in awe. There are few such warriors, even if they are from the Jurchen tribe.

Niu Gao slashed and killed by instinct, but the war horse couldn't step out of the circle of about 10 meters around. The Jurchen knights on the periphery were layered on top of each other, and the Song army was already firmly wrapped inside.

Niu Gao smashed it out and went straight to the Jurchen warriors opposite. The Jurchen warriors set up their riding spears, the iron shovel in Niu Gao's hand was bounced back, and the Jurchen warriors on the opposite side were amazingly powerful, and it seemed that they were also first-class warriors of the tribe.

Niu Gao was taken aback, and the whole person calmed down and began to fight with the Jurchen generals.

Both sides are wide open and closed. The Jurchen generals rode spears to use as sticks, smashed down again and again, Niu Gao wielded an iron shovel and struggled to resist, and the two sides came and went, fighting equally.

The war horse under Niu Gao's crotch couldn't resist the divine power of the two, and with a wail, he knelt down with his legs, as if he wanted to throw Niu Gao out.

The Jurchen generals were secretly happy in their hearts, raised the riding spear in their hands about two zhang, and stabbed towards Niu Gao.

The moment the war horse bent its legs, Niu Gao used all his strength, rolled awkwardly, stood up, and smashed on a pair of horse legs of the Jurchen general.

The war horse's legs were broken, and he was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a bang, and the Jurchen generals on the horse were thrown down.

The Jurchen knights next to them let out a burst of exclamation, wanting to come to the rescue, but they were tightly entangled by the Song army in front of them.

While the Jurchen generals were confused and had not yet gotten up, Niu Gao was a hammer. The Jurchen generals couldn't react, and half of their heads were smashed down.

Niu Gao cut off the bloody head of the Jurchen general, and before he had time to breathe, he turned over on a deserted war horse next to him and hung the human head on the horse's neck.

The Jurchen knights' eyes were red, and they shouted in unison, killing Niu Gao's side together, seemingly to recapture the head of the Jurchen general.

Niu Gao took a few breaths, waved his iron shovel, and pounced on the densest place of the Jurchen knights.

Zhang Xian fought fiercely with the Jurchen officer opposite for more than a dozen rounds. The Jurchen officer had thick skin and flesh, had iron armor to protect himself, and had rich combat experience, Zhang Xian had not done a good job of stabbing him off his horse for a while.

The cavalry in the front fought desperately, and the rear foot soldiers fought against countless Han infantry soldiers, Jurchen knights, and hundreds of thousands of troops, forgetting their lives and death, and suffering countless casualties.

Rarely, the sun revealed a small half of its face, and then quietly hid it again. On the snowfield, it has been completely stained red with blood, and in some places, once you step into it, you can't pull it out with your sticky feet.

The Jurchens grew up in the bitter cold land of white mountains and black waters, and they were endured and durable, making them cool and refined. After such a small half-day battle, the Song army was exhausted, and these Jurchens were still energetic and high-spirited.

As the battle progressed, the casualties of the Song army gradually increased, while the Jin people stabilized their formation and had the tendency to counterattack.

Zhang Xian looked back left and right, and the sergeants he brought out were more than thirty percent damaged, but he failed to reach Qingcheng, which was close at hand. Seeing that the sergeants beside him were dying one by one, and Wanyan Zongwang commanded Ruoding in front of Qingcheng, he was helpless.

The Jurchen officer on the opposite side was also cunning. He just fought around Zhang Xian, and as soon as there was danger, the other Jurchen knights came up, apparently planning to consume Zhang Xian, and when he was exhausted, he would be bound.

"Wang Song, withdraw the troops! Use firearms first, and then give me a squad of cavalry, and quickly withdraw from the battlefield, otherwise the whole army will be annihilated!"

Zhi Yuexiu was panting, and there were a lot of blood spots on her pale face, which looked quite pitiful.

"There is no retreat today!"

Wang Song shook his head and said, "What's more, how can I let you be cut off alone!"

Zheyuexiu's heart was miserable. If you can sacrifice your life for the country on the battlefield today, you will die a well-deserved death.

In life, the body can't help itself, and who knows the pain in it!

Wang Song was the captain of the rescue team in the battlefield, but later found that it was not very useful, so he stood down and observed carefully.

"Fold the little lady, please bring a battalion of sergeants to support the left flank, Brother Niu is tight, I'm afraid it won't last long! Yourself...... Be careful!"

Wang Song said in a deep voice: "Li Xiaochun, you take a battalion of sergeants to support the left flank, and tell Dong Xian that no matter what, he must entangle the Jurchen knights on the opposite side."

Zhi Yuexiu was helpless, and Li Xiaochun each led a battalion of sergeants.

Seeing Wang Song's eyes sweeping over, Zhang Sheng said loudly: "Don't worry, the villain is ready!"

This is the original 500 knights, specially used to smash the "10,000 enemies", and now there are less than 400 people left.

"Get on the horse!"

Nearly 400 knights mounted their horses together, each with a round shield, half of the sergeants held swords and guns, and the other half were bulging with "earth-shaking thunder" on their bodies.

Wang Song's horse also had a few "earth-shattering thunders" hanging around his neck, and he shouted loudly: "Brothers, follow me to kill the thief!"

Wang Song clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and the horse moved forward, and the other sergeants followed closely behind him, forming a sharp arrow formation and moving forward.

Liu Hui was exhausted and slashed the Jurchen knight in front of him, and the man had a fleshy face, screamed loudly, and fell off the horse.

A spear stabbed in the chest, making a piercing sound of metal clashing. Liu Hui couldn't withstand the divine power of the other knight, and was stabbed off the horse at once.

A Jurchen knight who followed smashed the thick flail on Liu Hui's chest, and Liu Hui was hit so hard that his internal organs were torn apart, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and he never got up again.

Zhang Xian's eyes were red. He hit the opponent's iron rod with his iron armor, unloaded his strength, and smashed the Jurchen warrior on the opposite side with one shot.

Several Jurchen knights next to him were taken aback, obviously not expecting Zhang Xian to use his body as a bait and take the risk of attacking.

Zhang Xian endured the pain in his ribs, and the spear picked up the Jurchen knights whose brains were broken, and threw them at several Jurchen knights on the horse.

Several Jurchen knights reacted differently, two directly stabbed with sticks and spears, another tried to dodge, and one was at a loss.

Taking advantage of the Jurchen knight's panic, Zhang Xian's tongue fought the spring thunder, roared angrily, and stabbed like lightning, and a shot pierced the neck of the Jurchen knight who was at a loss.

Zhang Xian pulled out the iron spear, and the blood on the man's neck shot out like a fountain.

Zhang Xian stabbed again and again, and in a blink of an eye, he stabbed three or four shots. The Jurchen knight on the opposite side was in a hurry, and within a few clicks, another person was stabbed off his horse by Zhang Xian.

The two cavalry spears stabbed left and right, and went straight to Zhang Xian's lower three roads and horses. Zhang Xian struggled to block, but who knew that on the front, the Jurchen officer's iron rod smashed down again.

Before Zhang Xian could dodge, the Jurchen knight's iron rod had been bounced off, and the Jurchen knight was hit the neck, blood splattered, and he dismounted.

The two riding spears on the left and right stabbed fiercely, and one of the riding spears was directly smashed into the air, followed by an iron spear smashed on his head, bleeding profusely, and the Jurchen knight fell.

Zhang Xian woke up from a dream, opened another riding spear, picked up the barrel of the gun, and smashed the man off his horse.

Zhang Xian looked fixedly, Wang Song opened and closed, like a fierce tiger, the iron spear flew up and down, and several Jurchen knights in front of him were either dead or injured, and they fell to the ground one after another.

A row of knights came up, blocked in front of Wang Song, and fought with the Jurchen knights opposite.

Zhang Xian couldn't help but be stunned, Wang Song has always been the first to take the lead, what is this for?

Wang Song crushed the wax seal on the body of the "Heaven-shattering Thunder", lit one with a fire fold, and threw it forward.

The "earth-shattering thunder" fell on the crowd of Jurchen knights about 30 meters in front of him, and the volley exploded, and many Jurchen knights screamed and dismounted.

"Grenadier, drop the bomb!"

Wang Song's bomb is the signal. Zhang Sheng shouted, and countless iron bumps were ignited, and they were thrown out towards the dense crowd of Jurchen knights.

These cavalry grenadiers are specially selected people with divine power, and even if there is no wooden cake, they can throw it for thirty or forty meters.

Countless pillars of smoke rose up, countless Jurchen knights were blown off their horses, and some Song army knights were affected by the pond fish, which was also helpless, the two armies were in a scuffle, and accidental injuries were inevitable.

Just smashed two rounds of "earth-shattering thunder", the Jurchen knights in front of them were sparse a lot, and some places were swept away, and the corpses of people and horses were all over the ground, and the wounded soldiers who were screaming miserably.