You live or die, flesh and blood fly!

Countless giant axes and long knives were cut down, the war horses fell one by one with a wail, and one by one the Jurchen cavalry planted their horses, and then they were smashed and chopped or their internal organs were torn apart, or their flesh and blood flew sideways, and the tragic situation was unbearable.

On the city wall, seeing that the loyal and righteous soldiers had stabilized their positions, Zhang Shuye organized the soldiers, and the feather arrows took turns to shoot at the Jurchen Fanzi who were fighting with the heavy infantry under the city.

Arrows rained down, horses fell, and the two sides soon fell into a bitter battle, first the Jurchen cavalry was shot over and cut to the ground one by one, and the rest went backwards. Immediately following the rain of arrows from the Jin infantry, they retreated step by step, exiting the two gates of Wengcheng.

The Jin soldiers resisted stubbornly for a while at the gate of Xuanhua Gate, suffered heavy casualties, and finally could no longer withstand the opponent's arrow rain and heavy infantry, and all retreated.

Seeing that the Jin soldiers below were defeated, they were forced to withdraw from the city gate. The golden officer hurriedly blew the horn.

The brave and endurant Jurchen warriors are already small in number, how could they suffer such casualties! As the horn of the loyal army sounded, the Jin soldiers retreated from the city one by one, and under the pursuit of the loyal soldiers, they left behind the corpses all the way.

"Pass the order, don't chase the poor, close the city gate quickly!"

Zhang Shuye stopped the loyal soldiers who wanted to pursue, and asked people to quickly clean up the corpses at the city gate, and closed the city gate of Xuanhua Gate, but did not close the gates of the two Weng cities.

And they all climbed up the wall together, and looked together towards the south of the city.

Since the beginning of the war, there have been explosions everywhere, and immediately after, the dense Song army has rushed over in the sky.

Zhang Xian and Niu Gao, the former army as the right wing. Li Yanxian and Zhai Jin were father and son, and the rear army became the left wing. The two wings sandwiched Wang Song's Chinese army in the middle, with 2,000 cavalry taking the lead, 2,000 cavalry on the left and right guarding the two wings, and 30,000 infantry surrounding the middle, crushing towards the Jurchen sergeants.

Zhang Xian, Li Yanxian and others are sweating on their heads, Wang Song came up, this posture is to fight with the other party, regardless of the city gate, and there is no tactics at all, it is hard chisel and piercing, this is to fight with the Jurchens!

However, this also ignited the enthusiasm of the soldiers. Such a confrontation between the two armies, a bloody battle on the opposite side, can arouse the adrenaline of men even more. The soldiers shouted "kill" and went straight to the rear camp of the Jin army.

This is also Wang Song's established principle, we must beat these arrogant Jurchens and let them know the principle that people should not be insulted, let alone a country.

60 meters away, the grenadiers of the Loyal and Righteous Army lit the fuse and threw the smoking iron bumps directly into the Jurchen camp. Xu Hu and Zhang Sheng, led their grenadiers, separated from the two wings, ran wildly all the way, and shook the thunder all the way.

The senior officials have explained that each person must throw out five earth-shattering thunders today, otherwise they will disobey the military order.

The grenadiers threw three rounds of earth-shattering thunder in a row and automatically retreated into the battle formation. Immediately followed by the strong crossbows and archers in the hands of the Song soldiers, they began to attack. This was followed by the projection of short guns, and for a time, feathered arrows and short spears covered the sky and the sun, and the attacks were endless, and a touch was life and death.

Before the two sides could meet, the screamers had already fallen. Many Jurchen soldiers had already fallen under the crossbows of the Song soldiers before they could open their bows and arrows.

The shooting distance of the Song soldiers' bows and crossbows was much higher than that of the bows and arrows in the hands of the Jurchen soldiers. Therefore, as soon as the two sides attacked, the casualties of the Jurchen soldiers were obviously much greater than those of the rebels.

The power of the earth-shattering thunder made the Jurchen soldiers even more frightened. If they were attacked by the opponent's bows, crossbows, swords and guns, the Jurchen soldiers could still accept it. But one by one, the iron lumps were thrown over, and they directly exploded into a blur of flesh and blood, which was unbearable, making these Jurchen soldiers who thought they were extremely strong all tremble, for fear that they would fall on themselves.

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of explosions continued to sound, the Jurchen camp continued to raise columns of smoke, and among the blood and flesh flying, the screams continued to sound, and every earth-shattering thunder could bring two or three casualties. Just the first round of earth-shattering thunder attacks caused at least 1,000 casualties to the Jurchen sergeants.

Jurchen archers also began to attack the grenadiers. Just as one of the grenadiers was about to throw a thunderbolt, the Jurchen sergeant's bow and arrow pierced his throat. The smoking thunderstorm fell to the ground, and seeing that the situation was critical, a soldier howled and pounced on it, crushing himself on the thunder.

The sound of "boom" sounded, and the soldier's chest was blown into a big bloody hole, and his body flew out.

Another grenadier was shot to the ground, and the earth-shattering thunderbolt fell to the ground, blowing up two nearby soldiers. The military doctor hurriedly stepped forward and dragged several people down.

"I'm my mother-in-law!"

Zhang Sheng's eyes were red. As he ran wildly, he ignited the earth-shattering thunder and threw it towards the place where the Jurchen soldiers were most concentrated. What five or ten, he had already forgotten everything at this moment, and just wanted to throw the sky-shaking thunder in his hand and kill the other party.

Zhang Xian led the cavalry and penetrated the left flank infantry position of the opponent's rear army, and met the cavalry roaring from the other side.

There was still some distance between the two sides, and they were all flying arrows, and each fell one piece. The horses quickly slammed into each other, and another group of men fell off their horses screaming and grunting.

Niu Gao smashed the head of a Jurchen general with a hammer, and collided with the Jurchen sergeant, and the two intersected with their sticks, and sparks flew everywhere. Niu Gao smashed his left hand on the waist of the Jurchen sergeant. The Jurchen sergeant spat out a mouthful of blood, and was thrown out by the galloping horse.

Hearing the whistling sound of feather arrows, Zhang Xian flashed, and two feather arrows shot on the breastplate, "clanging", which shook his chest with a faint pain. Furious, he hit his horse like a wind, picked up a golden general with a shot, and then threw it out with force, knocking over the two Jurchen sergeants on the horse, and then went up and knocked the two Jurchen sergeants away.

When the cavalry was no longer an advantage, the bows and crossbows of the Song people played a huge advantage, and 10,000 Song soldiers and archers followed behind the cavalry, and the crossbow arrows flew like flying, covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire Jurchen soldiers' positions and also covering the Jurchens' Chinese army.

The Jurchen sergeants shot their feathered arrows with all their might, completely ignoring the arrows flying in the sky. In the rebel army's phalanx, the sound of metal clashing was endless, and soldiers continued to scream and fall.

The officers of the rebel army shouted loudly, the command was determined, the sergeants were fearless, sacrificed their lives to fight, and both sides suffered heavy casualties, but the firearms of the loyal and righteous soldiers were sharp, and the Jurchen sergeants fell more.

The murderous Jurchens were holding bloodstained knives and maces in their hands, and everyone looked surprised. I don't know when, the cowardly, fleeing from the wind, and crushing without a fight, have become so tough and bloodthirsty!

If they haven't read poetry and books, how can they know that China's splendid civilization and heroes emerge in an endless stream.

Wang Song saw that the central wing of the Jurchen sergeant had been shaken, and said loudly: "Smash two more rounds of earth-shaking thunder, use cavalry to rush the Fanzi Chinese army, drive the Jurchen sergeant to both sides, and let them mess up their own positions."

Dong Ping was ordered to leave. Wang Song looked at the left flank, and saw a black-faced Song general following behind Li Yanxian on the left flank, smashing and smashing, extremely brave, several Jurchen knights were smashed by him and picked under the horse, either dead or injured.

Wang Song couldn't help but "huh", and praised in his mouth: "It's really a good man in TND, but I don't know who this macho man is?"

Dong Xian was covered in blood and had wounds all over his body, but fortunately, they were not too serious. Together with Zhai Jin and Zhai Liang's father and son, he clashed left and right, killing and injuring more than a dozen Jurchen generals.

The Jurchen rear army was mainly defensive, attacking the city and conquering the city, and the frontal hard chiseled attack was a little worse than the front army and the middle army. Although several main generals were very brave, the quality of their subordinates was not first-class elite, plus the left wing of the rebel army, it was the most elite division, and the Jurchen rear army was barely supported and retreated step by step.

A Jurchen sergeant brandished a flail and knocked a rebel on the opposite side to the ground. Then the flail struck the hooves of the other horse. The war horse screamed and turned the rebels on the horse upside down.

The Jurchen sergeant fought in a series of flails and wanted to kill the rebels, but the rebels were quite nimble, rolled over from the ground, took a long knife, and cut down the Jurchen sergeant's horse.

The two of them stood still on the ground, and when they looked at each other, their eyes were red. It turned out that this was a Khitan who had just joined the rebels in Luoyang City. The national enemy and the family hate, the two pounced viciously, the knife saw the blood, the fist saw the flesh, the Jurchen sergeant's wooden stick hit the top of the Khitan head, the Khitan man's long knife slashed at the Jurchen sergeant's neck at the same time, and the two sides were planted to the ground almost at the same time.

In such a bloody and cruel battlefield, Yelu Yan couldn't help but be terrified. Looking at his own people, they fell off their horses one by one and lost their lives in an instant. Yelu couldn't help but be filled with grief and indignation, pulled out the hard bow in his hand, and shot out the feather arrows one by one.

Wang Song looked at the right wing of the Jin army, which had been loosened under the impact of Zhang Xian and Niu Gao, but the left wing was quite tenacious, as if it had encountered the elite of the Jurchens.

He couldn't help but say angrily: "Zhang Sheng, lead the grenadiers, smash me three rounds, I will personally go out and deal with these dog thieves!"

Zhang Sheng's eyebrows danced, and he said loudly: "The big official will go later!"

On the left wing of the Jin army, it can be seen that the warriors of his subordinates have suffered heavy casualties, and the Song people still fight to the death, and they can't help but feel anxious, and say loudly: "The warriors of the Great Jin Kingdom, these Song dogs can't hold out for long, give me a ...... guard."

Before the words fell, suddenly explosions sounded one after another in front of him, pillars of smoke continued to rise into the air, the Jurchen soldiers screamed endlessly, and the entire Jurchen left flank array was broken through by the Song army, and the other party seemed to be overwhelming.

A group of cavalry of the Song army formed a sharp arrow and inserted into the left flank of the Jurchens with great speed, like a hot knife cutting oil, and quickly broke through the front of the Jurchen camp.

Wang Song took the lead, Niu Tong and Zheyuexiu lined up on both sides, and hundreds of ironclad knights followed, slamming into the crowd of Jurchen sergeants. Wang Song relied on his horsepower, rampage, hit the hearty, he smashed and stabbed with a spear, the gun was deadly, as if the god of killing possession, the Jurchens fell from their horses one after another, and under his hands, there was almost no one to join in.

Seeing Wanyan Yinshuke surrounded by the Jurchen knights not far away, the executioner who slaughtered the Song people, Wang Song was even more bloody, and shouted in the crowd: "Wanyan Yinshuke, Hugh wants to escape, I will take your head today!"

These culprits who went south to invade the Song Dynasty and the executioners who slaughtered thousands of Song people will take their heads today to pay tribute to the souls of thousands of Song people.