"Straight lady thief, so arrogant!"

Seeing the chaos in the bushes jumping up and down, shouting loudly, Zhang Xian was furious, and galloped up with his horse.

Seeing a horse on the opposite side rampage, Song immediately slashed left and right, and several Jurchen soldiers were knocked over by him, either dead or injured. In a hurry, he picked up his mace and swept it towards the horse.

Zhang Xian swung away the mace, stabbed out a few shots one after another with one hand, took advantage of the speed to retreat, revealing the kung fu of the middle door, pulled out the iron shovel with his left hand, and smashed it hard.

The man borrowed horsepower, and he was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his forehead bone suddenly concave, and the man fell to the ground softly, and he never got up again.

When Wang Song saw this scene, he couldn't help but secretly praise himself. It seems that Zhang Xian is worthy of the name of this former military commander.

The Jurchen soldiers, who had been shocked by the Song cavalry, thought that they could take advantage of the terrain of the cottage to scatter and escape, but now they found that they had fallen into the encirclement of the opposing infantry, no matter how brave and good the warriors in the tribe were, at every level of individual soldiers, they were facing at least 2 or 3 attacks from the opposing Song soldiers, and the Jurchen soldiers could not have any advantage at all.

And the routs of the Western Army, at this time, were also red-eyed, and under the leadership of the main general like a wolf and a tiger, these people also couldn't help but go crazy.

A Jurchen warrior fell unwillingly with his eyes wide open. He swung his knife and had already slashed the opponent's Song rout, who knew that the other party was not afraid of death, and directly stabbed him in the throat with a gun.

Wang Song put down the drumstick in his hand, stood on a high place, looked at the battle scene below, and nodded slightly. As long as you fight face-to-face with the Jurchen soldiers, get rid of the fear in your heart, and establish strong self-confidence, your own army will be considered to be trained.

Just like the "White Chopping Chicken" team in later generations, what "Han-phobic" is haunted in his heart, to put it bluntly, one is that the skills are not as good as others, and the other is that the bones are soft and the wine is charming.

Or Li Yunlong said it well. When the two armies meet, the brave wins, a swordsman, it is not terrible to fall under the sword of the strong, what is terrible is not to dare to pull out the long sword in his waist, there is no courage to fight to the death, and the blood is completely lost, this is the most terrible thing for a person and a nation!

The recruits were a little nervous and uncomfortable at first, but after a few rounds of fighting, they became proficient. As the battle deepened, the combination of stabbing in groups of two or threes became more proficient, and the Jurchen soldiers on the opposite side had fallen into a sea of guns and blood.

Orizuki Xiu was also dumbfounded, she couldn't imagine that these recruits had only been training for three months, and they were already so strong. The ancient tiger is nothing more than that.

Seeing the relaxed expression on Wang Song's face, she couldn't help but snort softly, and said in her mouth: "General Wang's military training skills can be described as unparalleled in the world!" It's just that I don't know if General Wang's unashamed kung fu is also alone in the sea, who will compete?"

Wang Song was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Zheyuexiu should be annoyed by the fact that he frankly admitted that he liked her. Although the Yuexiu is tall, but too young, has not yet grown up, if it is two or three years, that is the time of "the spring breeze is ten miles, the bead curtain is not as good".

"Fold the little lady, the ...... just now is an endless aftertaste."

Wang Song laughed and whispered: "Today, the two armies are fighting fiercely on the battlefield, but the little lady and the two of them are insinuating here, flirting and scolding, which can be regarded as a great joy in the next life!"

Zhe Yuexiu's face turned half red, she secretly glanced at Wang Song, obviously her heart was already sprouting.

On the battlefield, soldiers continued to fall to the ground, and the Jurchen soldiers were already suffering heavy casualties. Seeing that the once invincible comrades were killed on the ground by the other party one by one, the Jurchen soldiers were like ashes, and many of them had lost the courage to continue fighting.

Since the war with the Song people in recent years, they have been invincible and slaughtered the other party's pig-like Jurchen warriors, what is going on?

"I'm going to kill all of you Song dogs!"

A Jurchen warrior covered in blood, holding a giant axe in his hand, staggered out a few steps, and was stabbed to the ground with spears by the two Song soldiers on the opposite side, one left and one right. The Jurchen warrior's face was extremely ugly, and blood gushed from his wounds.

The spears of the Song army stabbed out like a forest, and the Jurchen soldiers fell to the ground screaming one after another, and even the most courageous chiefs of hundreds of households and thousands of households on weekdays retreated step by step, constantly falling under the opponent's swords and guns.

Once a soldier loses his courage, it is like a person who has no soul and remains on the battlefield, and can only be killed by the other party. As batches of Jurchen soldiers fell, the Jurchen soldiers in the venue became sparse.

The more than 2,000 Jurchen soldiers who poured into the wall of the fortress were already crushed under the continuous impact of the other party. After the cavalry, a large number of elite infantry followed, and the attacks were endless, the swiftness of the attacks, and the viciousness of the tricks, which made people unable to parry and complain.

The cavalry of the Song army attacked twice in a row, and the Jurchen soldiers lost most of them, and under the attack of Yue Fei, Zhang Xian and others, the brave men in the army were lost. Under the precise fighting of the opposing infantry, there were fewer and fewer Jurchen soldiers in the village, and the front of the Song soldiers slowly pushed to the front of the wall.

"Pass! Pass!"

The explosions came and went, and the Jurchen sergeants on the wall either fell outside the wall, or fell crookedly on the wall, killing and wounding countless people, and the entire wall and gate were taken back by the Song soldiers.

Hundreds of earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown out, and outside the gate of the village, the Jurchen soldiers who were carrying the corpses retreated in a hurry, leaving dozens of unlucky people who had no time to escape moaning in a pool of blood.

"Re-arranging on the wall!"

Wang Song glanced at the corpses all over the ground, and said coldly: "Cut off the heads of the Jurchen non-commissioned officers, don't live them." The corpses were all piled up at the door of the station, overlapped, and let Fanzi know the consequences of slaughtering the people of my Great Song Dynasty!"

The soldiers guarded the wall and began to clean the battlefield, and everyone came over and said hello to Wang Song together. Zhang Xian hugged his fists and said: "In today's battle, the big officials led us and others, and there were four or five thousand Jurchen soldiers who were killed, and the big officials will definitely be famous all over the world." Congratulations to the officials here!"

Yue Fei was covered in blood, hugged his fists and sighed: "The skills of the great officials to practice soldiers are unparalleled in the world. Personal courage is also rare in the world. Today's battle also let Fanzi know that my Great Song Dynasty has its own martial arts, and Hugh wants to bully me and no one in China!"

"Big official, you have to think about it in the long term at this time!"

Zhang Heng worried: "Outside the stockade, there are at least tens of thousands of Jurchen soldiers, if the Jurchen infantry gathers and carries siege equipment, how can we evacuate, and ask the officials to have an idea!"

Wang Song nodded and said, "This official will consider it." As for the battle record, this is the result of the joint efforts of all the brothers, and this official will definitely tell the court the truth, and he will definitely give an explanation to the brothers. This matter will trouble the little lady!"

Zhi Yuexiu nodded, and said softly: "General Wang, rest assured, the slave family will truthfully report today's achievements to the imperial court, and will definitely give an explanation to all the brothers!"

Wang Song looked at the sky, it was already sunset at this time, and the tired birds were returning to their nests, and it seemed that he had to think about how to leave.

More than 4,000 Song soldiers left first during the day, and as many as 3,000 remained. There are about 6,000 people in such a Jingyang village, and it may not be easy to leave silently.

"All the brothers don't have to worry, let's withdraw at night, rush to Huangyuling first, and join the brothers there. There is enough grain and horse meat in Huangyuling, and the food is worry-free! ”

Wang Song said loudly: "Brothers, let's go south, first to Licheng County, then cross the Yellow River, under the city of Tokyo, and fight to the death with Fanzi!"

I was disturbed by the war drums and horse bells of the Song people all night, and I was awakened by the war drums and horse bells of the Song soldiers early in the morning.

It wasn't until the next afternoon that the stone thrower was brought in. After finishing the silver technique, he was overjoyed, and quickly ordered all his subordinates to stand by, ready to attack the village at any time.

The stone thrower is raining down, several places on the wall have been smashed, and the battle flags on the bridge have also been smashed a lot, but there is still no movement in the other party's stockade, but the war drums are beating louder, and the horse bells are loud. Wanyan Yinshu ordered his subordinates to set up a cloud ladder and attack the inside of Jingyang Village.

The Jurchen soldiers entered the stockade and were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

I saw more than a dozen thin war horses, tied to their hind legs, hanging from a tree, and a war drum under their front hooves. When the Jurchen soldiers saw the war horses, the war horses were still struggling, and the drum surfaces of the two front hooves were rattling.

The other horses were tethered to trees and had bells hanging from their legs. It turns out that when the horse is hungry or tired, it will shake its hooves, and the bell will make a sound.

Because the thin horses hanging from the trees, and the hungry horses tied to the trees, they always make the war drums and bells sound because of their movements. When the Jurchen soldiers heard the neighing of horses and the sound of bells day and night, they were not suspicious and would not attack.

By the time the Jurchens found out about the scheme, the Song people's team had already disappeared without a trace.

The seven orifices of the Yan Yin can be skilled. I don't know how long the Song soldiers left, even if the other party was an infantryman, they were already hundreds of miles away, and they couldn't track it at all.

Wanyan Yinke had no choice but to inform the garrisons of the prefectures and counties in Hedong, and once he found traces of the Song army, he would immediately report to him.

At this time, Wang Song and the others had already arrived at Huangyu Ridge, which was a hundred miles away, rested on the ridge for a while, and after a full meal, everyone continued to go south.

When they arrived at the camp of Licheng, which was already southeast of the river, not far from the land of the Yellow River, everyone stopped.

"Brother Yue, after returning to my hometown, I will send a message to the brothers in Huangyazhai, let's see you in the future!"

By the Zhangshui River, Wang Song, Yue Fei, Wang Gui and others said goodbye. It wasn't until Yue Fei and the others' boats disappeared into the mist that Wang Song was reluctant to give up and turned back.

"Great official, are you too polite to this Yue Fei?"

Dong Ping stood behind Wang Song and said dissatisfiedly.

Before parting, Wang Song asked him to give Yue Fei and the others, each of whom wrapped a large bag of silver, which can be described as benevolent and righteous.

"Brother, don't you know, this Yue Fei, brother, I owe him a favor!"

Wang Song shook his head, how could Dong Ping know. Not only does he owe Yue Fei a favor, but everyone owes him respect to the descendants of China in history.