When the sky gradually brightened, the morning breeze blew through the mountains outside Linzhou City, and the cold wind was high and slow and alienated, showing a look of no one in the air.

It's as if this spring has not been friendly to the world.

Smoke and clusters of routs spread among the mountains and hills, and in the fallow fields and beside the roads, the blood that once flowed had become solidified, the corpses lodging in all directions, a hot air balloon covered the corner of the ridge, and the flames burned the cart into a cold shelf.

The figure of the Han army appeared, and two men crept up, and began to search for valuable things and rations on the corpses, and when they reached the edge of the woodland, one of them was alarmed by something, and squatted down, listening to the sound of the wind in the distance.

“…… Zhu Biao is dead! Zhu Biao is dead......" Someone in the forest gathered to shout something like this, and after a while, someone shouted: "Ning Yi is dead!" Ning Yi is dead......"

Louder movements, more voices were heard soon after, and the two groups of men engaged in a close battle in the woods. The sound of the fight was getting closer and closer to the end of the forest, and the two Han soldiers who searched for the corpses turned pale, looked at each other, and then one of them ran away!

Then the other man also turned and ran, and a figure from the forest ran out, it was the soldiers who had lost their armor, ten, twenty...... Only with a weapon in his hand, he ran out lifelessly, there were figures in the forest chasing and killing, and the figures of more than ten people stopped at the edge of the woodland, and in the field here, fifty or sixty people were still running in different directions.

Figures at the edge of the woodland held on to the trunks of the trees, gasping for breath, and soon after they got up and headed north, one of them holding a black flag.

The small half of Linzhou City has been burned black by the flames, and there are traces of large-scale routs in the west, north, and east of Linzhou City. When the army that came from the west to help appeared from the distance, the thousands of Jurchen soldiers who had assembled and burned in Linzhou City due to their separation from the main formation slowly reacted and tried to start assembling and blocking.

Under the command of Wang Juyun, the Ming Wang's army entered the city at high speed, and the fierce fighting spread in the city's lanes. At this time, Ali Bai, the Jurchen general who was still in the city, worked hard to organize resistance, and with the full arrival of the Ming army, he also gathered more than 2,000 Jurchen troops on the northeast side of the city and thousands of Han troops burned inside and outside the city, and began a fierce confrontation.

Wang Juyun rode a horse, leading most of the troops along the city to the north, he looked at the surrounding city walls, battlefields, and the scene after the battles near and far, frowning, and in the end, the old man who had never been angry and mighty still spoke: "The seventh day of the first month...... The ninth ...... of the first month How did you play like this......"

The siege of Shuliesu was at noon on the seventh day of the first month, and now it is even only the morning of the ninth day of the first month, but there are traces of the most tragic hedging everywhere on the battlefield as far as the eye can see.

He then learned what had happened from the wounded he had saved. The Huaxia army launched a counterattack on the Jurchens who were fiercely attacking the city in the early morning, and the military strength of nearly 20,000 people desperately killed the Shuliesu in the center of the battlefield, and the Shuliesu also launched a stubborn resistance, after the battle lasted for more than an hour, the main force of the Huaxia army led by Zhu Biao and others and the Jurchen army led by Shuliesu fought while turning to the northeast direction of the battlefield, and on the way, the armies were entangled and strangled with each other, and now the whole battle situation has not known where to extend.

Of course, it is also possible that in the invisible place of Linzhou City, the entire battle has also been completely over.

The wounded of the Huaxia Army, who were seriously injured and exhausted on the battlefield, still trying to get up and join the ranks of the battle, Wang Juyun looked at it coldly for a moment, and then let the wounded be carried away. The Ming Wangjun then pursued and killed to the northeast. The soldiers of the Han army, the Huaxia, the Jurchens, and the defeated Han army were still slaughtered during the long run......

……

Ten miles north of Linzhou, in Yemushroom Ridge, the large-scale fighting continued under the cold sky. Most of the snow had melted in the barren mountains, and there were large swaths of mud on the slopes, adding up to more than 4,000 soldiers rushing to kill on the slopes, and the soldiers holding shields rolled to the ground with the enemy in the collision, felt their weapons, and slashed hard.

Someone was roaring hoarsely: "Shuri is dying!" Surrey died quickly......" used the words of the Jurchens, but it didn't seem to work well. The Jurchen soldier in leather armor and felt hat hooked his bowstring with his fingers, and shouted loudly in the crimson of his eyes, his fingers already bloody in the constant battle.

The fingers still filled the bowstring, and when he let go, blood and flesh splattered in the air, and a figure in front of him rushed forward, stabbing the steel knife into his stomach, and the arrow flew across the sky towards the broken black flag above the slope.

The vicinity of the Black Flag is also the place where the fighting is most fierce, and people fight and collide in the mud. Zhu Biao grabbed the big knife he grabbed and slashed wildly, every time he swung the knife, he had to knock over an enemy, and his body was already full of blood, and the arrows flew whizzing, piercing into his armor, Zhu Biao kicked away the Jurchen man in front of him, and pulled out the blood-stained arrow, and a Jurchen soldier on the left side of his body jumped suddenly, clasped his arm, and the knife light in the other hand fell off the head.

Zhu Biao's body pounced, knocking the other party down in the mud, the two sides swung each other a few punches, he jumped up with a loud shout, the arrow in his hand pierced into the opponent's neck, and pulled it out violently, and there was blood spurting out in front of him, and it didn't stop for a long time.

The comrades-in-arms had already come from the side, Zhu Biao reached out and picked up a big shield, and shouted: "Kill me with me-"

The battlefield is spreading, in the woodland three miles away from here, Guan Sheng led thousands of people all the way forward, in front, the Jurchens came from different directions, Guan Sheng pulled the scout's clothes: "Where is the speed of the Shulie?" On which side? ”

The scout couldn't answer, he was covered in blood, with two arrows in the back, and his feet were shaking, but he still struggled to stand. Guan Sheng let go of him: "No matter, go and heal first...... The rest of them will follow me—"

The weary warriors did not reply much, some raised their shields, others picked up crossbows, and wound them.

"It is not their death today...... That's what we live! Ha ha. Guan Sheng consciously said a joke, waved his hand, and raised his knife forward.

Soon they clashed out of the woods.

……

Lifting the corpse on his body, Xu Ning crawled out of the pile of dead bodies and struggled to touch the blood on his eyes.

There was a sharp pain in his left foot, and he stood up with the support of the handle of his short gun, knowing that the bone in his calf had been broken.

The vision is still shaking, and the corpse is spreading in the field of vision, but not far ahead, there is a figure coming towards this end, he saw Xu Ning, he was slightly stunned, but he still walked forward.

It was a bloodied Jurchen veteran, he saw Xu Ning, then leaned over and picked up a steel knife on the ground, and then walked to a horse not far from him.

Slowly, the Jurchens climbed onto their horses.

Xu Ning took a step forward with a jolt, he leaned down, used his short gun to flick the hook and sickle not far away, and held the tail end of the handle.

The Jurchens prostrate on their horses, gasping for a moment, and then the horses began to run, and the light of the long knives rose and fell with the running, slowly rising in the air.

Xu Ning's gaze was indifferent, he took a breath, the hook and sickle spear was pointed in front of him, and his figure did not move. The horses galloped in.

The Jurchens slashed with a knife, and the war horse leaped. The tip of the hook sickle suddenly jumped up from the ground as if it was alive, Xu Ning fell to the side, and the hook and sickle slashed through the thigh of the war horse and directly hooked the belly of the war horse. Hearing a long neigh, the war horse and the Jurchens flew to the ground, and Xu Ning's body also spun and was taken out.

The body of the war horse rolled on the ground a few times, the blood stained the whole land, half of the Jurchen's body was pressed under the war horse, Xu Ning dragged the hook and sickle, and slowly got up from the ground.

He struggled forward step by step, the Jurchen opened his eyes, and saw the face that was almost soaked red with blood, and the tip of the hook and sickle came up to his neck, and the Jurchen struggled a few times, reached out and groped for the steel knife, but in the end he didn't touch it, so he reached out and grabbed the tip of the hook and sickle.

Xu Ning pressed the tip of the gun hard, and his whole body rested on the barrel of the gun.

Soon, he fixed his broken leg with a stick, climbed on a war horse, and slowly chased it towards the mountains and fields ahead.

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In the dense forest, the sound of someone's footsteps came from different directions.

In the dilapidated temple, more than a dozen wounded soldiers noticed the sound of the comer, and each raised his weapon, and the wounded veteran pushed the young soldier to let the other party leave, and the young Huaxia soldier shook his head.

The battlefield is a place where life and death temper people, hand-to-hand combat, and gather all the spirit and strength in a sword. Ordinary people will be exhausted in the face of such a battle, wielding a few knives. But veterans who have experienced countless lives and deaths are able to constantly squeeze out the strength in their bodies in order to survive.

The young soldier had not been tested too much, and he was not mentally afraid of death, but he had already exhausted himself and dragged down his companions, and he was ashamed, so he was reluctant to go at this time.

The Jurchen soldiers came from different directions, and the young soldiers raised their crossbows and, together with the wounded soldiers around them, fired the first round of arrows. Several of the Jurchen elites outside fell, and then began to dodge. More and more people came quickly, and rockets flew towards the ruined temple.

The flames burned, and the veterans tried to get up, before falling in a rain of arrows and flames. The young soldier grabbed his knife and rushed outside the temple.

He was hit by two arrows, but still screaming forward, a spear passed through his abdomen, and then appeared in front of him the figure of a Jurchen general.

Shuri strode forward, slashing the soldier's neck with one blow. His gaze was also serious and fierce, and after a while, when a scout came over, Shurisu threw away the map in his hand: "Found Sotohu!?" Where did he go! I want him to join me—"

At this moment, Suo Tuohu was leading the largest Jurchen force today, and several miles away, he was fighting with the troops of Qin Ming, Hu Yanzhuo, Shi Guangen and others.

In the fierce battle this morning, most of the Jin troops under Shi Guangen had left the team one after another, but he took dozens of people from his direct line, and kept fighting with Hu Yanzhuo and others, even if he was injured in several places, he still did not withdraw from the battlefield.

"Hahaha, happy ......" killed a small group of lone Jurchens nearby, Shi Guangen stopped in the fierce battle and looked around, "You say, where is the speed of the Shulie!" Is it true that we have already killed you...... Damn, I don't care, Lao Tzu has been a soldier for so many years, and I haven't been so happy once. Brothers, we all die here today—"

With a group of siblings around him, he rushed forward.

The battle had been going on for hours, and it seemed to be about to become endless. In the more than an hour when both sides were already in chaos, rumors about "Zhu Biao is dead" and "Shuliesu is dead" kept spreading, at first they just shouted slogans, but later, even the people who shouted slogans didn't know if things had really happened.

At that time, the time was already nine o'clock in the morning, and it was Li Jiajia who led the soldiers to really have an encounter with Shuliesu. In the last period of the Battle of Xiaocanghe, he led the team to constantly harass the Jurchens in the northwest, and was responsible for part of the post-break work, and later led the remnants of the soldiers to transfer to the command of Liangshan Zhu Biao.

In battle, Li Jiakai's tactical style is extremely solid, he can not only kill and injure the opponent, but also be good at protecting himself. When he left the city to assault, he led more than 1,000 Huaxia troops, fighting all the way to break through, at this time there were a large number of casualties and attrition, plus some soldiers gathered along the way, in the face of the speed of the Shuli that still had more than 3,000 soldiers, there were only more than 600 people left.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle, and Li Jiakai then led his soldiers to constantly harass and turn around, trying to get rid of the other party's encirclement. After passing through a forest, he took advantage of the geographical advantage to separate his more than 400 men and let them join up with the main force of Guan Sheng, who was likely to arrive nearby, and assaulted the column.

Li Jiakai led more than 100 people and began a stubborn resistance through the nearby mountains and woodlands.

……

The falcon flies in the sky.

Lu Junyi raised his head, observed its trajectory, and then led the eight people around him through the dense forest.

The figures of the Jurchen soldiers in the forest also began to increase, and a battle was going on ahead, and the nine people were like shuttles, like the most experienced hunters in the deep mountains and old forests, passing through the trees in front of them.

In the midst of the crowd passing through the woods, a figure came into view.

Lu Junyi was slightly stunned, and then began to calculate his chips, in the long battle, his physical strength has been exhausted, this way, he and his companions killed several generals in the Jurchen army, but in the pursuit of the Jurchen soldiers, the injury was not light, the bandaged place behind the back was still oozing blood, and his left hand was injured muscles and bones, which was nearly half wasted.

Shuliesu was not too seriously injured, but the Jurchen elite who followed him had been halved at this time, and most of them were tired, while Shuliesu himself was brave, he waved his long knife and commanded the soldiers around him to move forward, but he slightly broke away from the team.

Lu Junyi looked at the companion who followed beside him.

There couldn't be a better chance.

He tilted his head and pressed his left hand, numbing the pain, and on the side, two warriors made gestures, one in front of the other, and circled into the distance, they were the first to strike, targeting a lone Jurchen leader not far away. When the commotion started, Shulie Su turned his head on the horse, and Lu Junyi and the others lowered their bodies and ran wildly.

The first wave of crossbow arrows flew through the woods, and the arrows neighed in the hips of the war horse beneath him. However, the fierce horse, who had followed Shuresu all his life, did not go crazy because of this, but his eyes became blood-red, and he spat out a long white breath from his mouth.

In the woods, the distance from the brush is closer, the figures clash chaotically, an arrow is swept away by Shulie, the guards around him rush up, forming a long wall of knives and guns, some assassins who rushed up were cut to the ground, and some people ran around the long line into the distance, in the chaos in an instant, Lu Junyi had already reached a close place, a spear in his hands, like a wild dragon out of the sea, stabbed to death in an instant, knocked over the third person, there were two people in front of him who were rushing, Shulie Sule turned his horse's head and was about to leave, Lu Junyi's spear fell to the ground, The whole person flew up in the air.

On the war horse, the long knife of the Shulie stabbed violently, Lu Junyi's body spun in mid-air, and he waved the gauntlet made of steel and smashed it down, and in the flash of fire, Lu Junyi avoided the blade and his body crashed towards the Shulie. The horse neighed suddenly, and the two of them tumbled down the hillside in the woods.

The body fell and tossed, Lu Junyi grabbed the speed of the technique, and the speed of the technique waved the steel knife and tried to slash, but it was pressed to the side of the hand and could not be withdrawn for a while. As soon as the impact stopped, Shulie quickly flipped back and stood up, swinging the long knife, and Lu Junyi had already swooped forward, and a bone-splitting saber pulled out from behind slashed up.

The sword light ping-pong kept ringing, the Shulie retreated sharply, Lu Junyi rushed forward, the two Jurchen soldiers in the rear rushed up, and with a bang, a bag of white lime powder exploded in the air, smashing a soldier with a full face, Lu Junyi's right hand waved the knife and slashed the blood-stained flesh and flesh with white powder, and Shuliesu had several scars on his body, the Jurchen soldiers who rushed up tried to block it, and his wrist and lower abdomen were cut open by two knives, at this moment, Shuliesu leaned on the trunk behind him, and he slashed at Lu Junyi's chest, Lu Junyi did not dodge or dodge, The knife light was cut off on the head, and the soldier next to him hugged Lu Junyi's leg, and on the side, the horse neighed.

The war horse of Shu Lie Speed suddenly crashed into Lu Junyi, and the long blood stains appeared on Lu Junyi's chest and Shu Lie Su's head and face almost at the same time, Lu Junyi's feet staggered to the ground twice in the retreat, and the knife light in his hand stabbed the neck and body of the war horse, and the war horse knocked Lu Junyi far away and collapsed in a pool of blood.

A Jurchen soldier came to kill, Lu Junyi stood up and cut the other party down, and his chest was already red with blood. On the opposite side of the tree trunk, Shu Lie quickly stretched out his hand to cover his right face, and was sitting down on the ground, blood gushing out, this brave Jurchen general was like a seriously injured and dying beast, and his open left eye was still staring at Lu Junyi.

Lu Junyi was also staring at Shu Liesu.

He used to be the No. 1 master of guns and sticks in Hebei.

I once thought about serving the country and making contributions, but this opportunity never came to me.

However, once his family was ruined, he fell into the grass with anger, facing Song Jiang, only he knew what it was like in his heart.

Ning Yi said that he was brave and unstrategic, he had no choice but to join Zhuji, and then gradually followed Ning Yi to rebel, but Ning Yi never let him lead the army after all.

He is no longer the Lu Junyi of the past, even if he understands some things, he has regrets in his heart after all, but this time is different.

"Jade Qilin" Lu Junyi, the killing technique is fast here.

The shouts of killing surged from the front of the field of vision like a wave of rage......