Yelu Dashi stared at the scene on the battlefield, threw the drum hammer in his hand, and said loudly: "The Chinese army is in formation, if there is a rout of the left army and rushes into battle, kill on the spot." ”

These defeated men and horses, if they break up their own Chinese army, it will be a dead end.

Although these people are also Khitan soldiers and horses, once the chaotic soldiers rush to the Chinese army, they are more harmful than the Jurchens.

Yelu Dashi gave an order, and the Chinese army immediately drove the remnants of the left side and watched these people be expelled and killed by the Jurchen Tartars.

If anyone forcibly rushed into battle, they were all cut down by the Khitans of the Chinese army. Yelu Dashi's heart was cold, the good situation was actually spoiled by this group of people, he ignored the opposition of the people around him, personally took a spear, and walked downstairs.

Since he decided to launch a general attack, Yelu Dashi knew very well in his heart that from then on, the remnants of the Khitan soldiers and horses under his command could not afford to lose a battle.

As long as it is a defeat, not only the Jurchens, but also the Song people around them will make up for the last knife that will kill them at any time.

The huge Liao State, Nanjing Mansion (Youyan) was taken by the Song Dynasty, Zhongjing, Tokyo, and Shangjing were occupied by the Jurchens, and the Liaoxi Zahu and Tatars stood on their own.

There is only this Xijing Mansion, the land of Yunnei, which is also the object of covetment from all sides.

Xiao Yixue stretched out his hand to stop: "Your Majesty, do you want to die in Khitanye?" ”

Yelu Dashi said in a condensed voice: "Today's events, if you don't fight, you will die, and if you fight, you will have vitality." Even if we survive, how many defeats can we fight? How much more land can be delivered? How many more people will die? ”

Every word he said was like a drumstick, hitting the hearts of the Khitan people.

No matter how many games the Great Song Dynasty loses, they can recover, and if the Jurchens lose, they also have the opportunity to return to recuperate. But the Khitan has reached the point where he does not dare to lose, and he has no qualifications to fight.

Everyone looked at the back of the tower under the city tower of Yelu Dashi, and there was a gloomy atmosphere on the city wall that could not be dispersed, as if it was about to squash people.

"Be careful!"

A Jurchen cold arrow broke through the air, and a personal soldier by Xiao Yixue's side blocked the arrow for him. Blood sprayed on his face, wiped the blood and tears on his face, Xiao Yixue ordered loudly: "Beat the drum, help the battle, the others follow me down to the city and follow Your Majesty to fight!" ”

The emperor drove the expedition in person, even if he hid a hundred and ten miles behind the battlefield, it could greatly boost the morale of the army.

Song Qinzong of later generations climbed the city tower and stood up, and even the group of waste dim sum of the Jingying Forbidden Army could repel an attack by the Jurchens.

In this era, the emperor of a huge empire was a great inspiration to his people when he was on the battlefield.

Yelu Dashi personally put on his armor, and the moment the city gate was opened, a tsunami erupted.

The Khitan soldiers on the battlefield looked back, it was the red background sun and moon flag representing the Great Liao Emperor, the Khitan people believed in the primitive religion shamanism, shamanism believed that the sun is the god of the sky, the moon is the god of the earth, and worshipping the sun and the moon is worshipping the heaven and the earth. The sun and moon gods are the "immortal gods" (Meng and Tengri) in shamanism, and they are the supreme gods. And the Khitan god of the sun and moon is the emperor and empress.

Wherever the banner of Yelu Dashi went, the Khitan soldiers were all in their blood and roared in the sky.

Yao Pingzhong looked at the gate of the city, the dust was flying, and the cavalry came on horseback, and said with a horizontal spear: "Yelu Dashi, you are desperate." ”

The valley battlefield on the left was no longer the sound of fighting. The Jurchen cavalry was slightly closing the queue, preparing to go west.

This speed was already fast enough, but I didn't expect that there were soldiers and horses in the city.

Wanyan Lou didn't expect that this time it was the emperor of Daliao, Yelu Dashi personally put on armor and came to the battle array.

It's the end of the fight, and it has not been on the battlefield for a long time, and the emperor of the people is not forced to do so, who will come to the battle array to fight in person.

Yelu Dashi is a champion of both civil and military materials, holding a big gun in the lead, surrounded by guards, ready to shield him from arrows and protect the surroundings.

In the shouting of Yan Lou's room, the Jurchen armor warriors finally opened hundreds of bows into a full moon, and the sound of strings was loud, and hundreds of sharp and slender armor-piercing cones of arrows had been shot out.

The foot bow used by the Jurchen Tartars was powerful, and hundreds of feather arrows shot out in a volley, and there was a sharp whistling sound in the air!

At such a close distance, all the powerful bows used can be shot through even if they are wearing a layer of heavy armor!

Dozens of people consciously rushed to the front of Yelu Dashi to block this round of arrow rain for him.

Wanyan Lou Room could even clearly see that the armor of the Liao soldiers who rushed to the front had fallen off, revealing a hideous roaring face. In the face of the feather arrow, the Liao knight didn't raise his eyebrows.

In an instant, his mount and his body were splattered with blood, and more than a dozen feather arrows shot through the chest and face of his mount. And he was also hit by four or five arrows, and he was deeply immersed in his body. There was even an arrow that pierced him in the cheek!

The Emperor is behind him.

With such an indomitable charge, it was difficult for the Jurchen Tartars on the left to adjust their formation again. The Jurchen infantry array is no better than the Khitans just now. The same long scream, the same stabbing blade rolled up the sky full of blood, the same was hit hard, and the same was trampled into the mud and dust by the war horse.

The cavalry rushed into battle, which was equivalent to the armored soldiers of this era, and it was difficult to resist. Unless there is a skilled infantry military formation like Da Song, use the formation to unload the impact force.

Yelu Dashi slackened his horse and swept the spurs, killing and wounding many enemies under the protection of his own soldiers.

The infantry array composed of seven or eight hundred Jurchen soldiers suddenly had the potential to collapse, and in an instant, Yelu Dashi had already entered the depth, and the Jurchen armor array that was knocked into by the iron horse, and the chaos spread rapidly. Luckily, the infantry armor slammed everywhere under the hooves, just trying to avoid the ravages of this crazy Khitan cavalry. Screams and wails rang out, and the chaos was about to grow until the entire array collapsed.

Wanyan Lou was determined that he would not be able to win this time, so he did not drag the mud and water in the slightest, turned the horse's head and ordered the withdrawal of troops.

If the fight continued, the Song army in the east pressed up, and he could only be surrounded on the hillside.

When the time comes, unless it gives birth to wings, it will be difficult to kill.

The rear army of the Jurchens, after turning the horse's head, fled on horseback.

The rest of the people knew that they would die, but none of them escaped, the Jurchen military order was too strict, if they dared to give up the mission after breaking the break at this time and flee for their lives, the entire family would be punished, and their own lives would never be saved.

With their blades in their hands, they howled and fought with the soldiers brought by Jerodashi, and were soon annihilated on the spot.

At sunset, everyone gathered around the war horses of Yelu Dashi, lined up on both sides, leaving a road.

Yelu Dashi's horse advanced slowly, with a lot of blood on his body, and with each step, there were soldiers on both sides, raising their blades and intersecting above his head, forming a corridor of steel.

The sound of "long live" resounded on the battlefield.