As the birthplace of the Khitans, Mayushan has never seen a war of this scale, and it is estimated that it will not be seen again in the future.

200,000 Jin soldiers and more than 500,000 Song troops fought here for a day and a night, and the strongest force in the world collided here.

Every general on both sides is a handsome man who can take charge on his own, and the quality of the soldiers, the advanced weapons, and the sturdiness of the armor are all the strongest in the world.

The two sides vowed to decide a winner and a life and death, and the winner was the king, the king who stood on the highest place. It will also bring a new glory to the nation it represents, and it will stand for a hundred years.

Ma Yu Mountain, three military villages finished in the shape of the glyph, and every three as a unit, is a character shape.

There are a total of nine forts, firmly controlling the road between the mountains in the north-west and south-west directions.

The nine military villages thought they were supporting each other. As soon as the earth ramparts are breached, they will immediately swing out and push the enemy out again.

After a day and a night of bloody battles in Yan Lou's room, not an inch was advanced, and although the western army suffered heavy losses, it really did not have any reservations this time.

The Western Army, which no longer fights and retains its strength, is worthy of being the first field elite of the Great Song Dynasty, and it is on an equal footing with the Jurchen Iron Cavalry.

After Mingjin, Wanyan Lou retreated to the temporary camp and took off a layer of armor, blood and sweat had already soaked him.

The Jurchen soldiers dismounted and rested in groups on the side of the road, and the generals at all levels with their personal guards were just looking for a high place to look at the military situation on the opposite side. Then he waited for the order to be handed down.

This Jurchen god of war, who had never known what despair was, sat on the ground with his hands outstretched, his head facing the sky and expressionless.

"We Jurchens... Defeated. ”

It was as if his limbs had been pulled out of his limbs, and he fought for a day without falling behind, but he knew better than anyone else that the situation was irreversible.

On the west side of the mountain, there is a steady stream of Song troops turning over, and the Western army that fought against them has withdrawn, but these soldiers under their own hands, who have been exhausted and collapsed, still have to continue to fight.

Even if he is beaten with iron, he can't afford to fight like this twice.

Looking around, there are few cronies still alive, and the generals are rushing to kill in front, and there are many deaths.

Wu Lie, who had followed him all the way, had also died in battle, and Wan Yan Lou did not feel sad for them at all.

Dying in battle is not terrible, it is the most terrible thing to survive and witness the rise of the Jurchens being beaten back to their original form.

This generation of star-studded, ferocious and earth-shattering Jurchens, the momentum of their rise was cut off by someone at the waist.

At this moment, outside the military village in the south, the sound of shouting and killing was ringing into the sky.

The Jurchen military horses that came from the rich flew and fluttered one after another, and the horns swirled and stirred.

Wanyan Zongpan faced Han Shizhong's soldiers and horses, although there were 50,000 less, but the Great Wall Corps was known for its large number of people.

There are 200,000 troops, which is almost more than the number of the entire Jurchen race.

If it weren't for the fact that Mayu Mountain is one hundred and ten miles deep from north to south and traverses the entire Changchun Prefecture, it would not have been able to accommodate so many people.

Han Shizhong's idea in this battle is very simple, that is, to use the old routine to grind you to death.

The fortifications built these days can be regarded as coming in handy, with the spaceship overhead, while blocking Zongpan's advance, sending cavalry to attack the weak area of the Jin soldiers.

Zong Pan, who had been accumulating for half a month, was full of strength, swung a circle towards Ma Yushan, and hit a ball of cotton.

What's worse is that this lump of cotton is still amazingly sticky, making you uncomfortable and unable to get out.

Zong Pan has never suffered such a loss, although with his courage and a good horse under his crotch, he finally escaped a way out. The personal guard Mouke was almost completely damaged, and the good horse who had been fighting with him for many years was finally injured and sick, and his body was also scarred and bloody.

On a small hill, Wanyan Zongpan was shirtless, his muscular upper body was densely wrapped in steamed cloth, looking at the black mountains and forests, his heart was irritable.

A frustrated breath with nowhere to vent made him almost crazy, Song Jun was like a dog skin plaster that couldn't shake off the poke, sticking to himself, not giving him any time to rest.

And while he was angry, the ground under his feet trembled.

This really frightened these frightened birds, but they saw that the earth and stones were pushed away, and there were Song troops hiding under their feet.

The arrows were shot densely, and groups of Song troops surrounded them, how could Wanyan Zongpan not understand why the Song army was like the eyes of the whole mountain, and he couldn't get rid of them wherever he went and how many times he divided his troops.

How did he know that there were dozens of pairs of eyes in the sky, staring at him deadly.

The resting guards were shot all over with arrows, and a few of them were screaming, pounding the ground, and their fists were splashed with flesh and blood.

In the distance, Han Shizhong had already personally led people to catch up, and tens of thousands of Tartars were in front of them, but they were not as difficult as the army of Wanyan Lou's room.

It took almost less than half the time for Han Shizhong to clean up Zong Pan's way.

Now it is surrounded by this hill, and there is really no way to go to heaven and no way to go to the ground.

The underground is the hidden post of the Song army, and there are three or five spaceships in the Tianshan Mountains, surrounded by soldiers of the Song army in red tassels and red jackets.

Wanyan Zongpan roared angrily, screamed and rushed over, just ran two or three steps, and tripped over a rope that suddenly bounced up.

A large net was sprinkled, and Song Jun smiled and closed the net, dragging and wrapping his fat body.

Han Shizhong was overjoyed, twisted his bracers, and said, "Quickly send someone to inform Shaozai that I, Han Shizhong, have taken the lead in defeating this group of people and horses, and have captured Yan Zongpan alive." ”

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In the south guarded by Zong Ze and Yang Lin, the number of Wanyan Zongjun was the smallest, but it was not enough, but it was supported by the Dading Mansion.

Ah Gu sat in Dading Mansion and sent reinforcements to support Wanyan Lou's room first, stabilizing the situation on the Eastern Front.

Then he sent troops to reinforce Yan Zongjun, and at this time he had learned that Zongpan's entire army had been wiped out along the way, and Lou Room had never been able to break the defensive line.

In the Dading Mansion, Ah Guda's face was pale, and like Lou Mu, he also knew that this battle was defeated.

He ordered to retreat to Tokyo Prefecture, but it was really impossible to retreat to Huanglong Mansion.

"Send someone to support and take back Lou Room and Zong Jun!"

For the first time, there was a hint of loneliness in Ah Guta's voice, and the Jurchen nobles in the tent were all incredulous.

If this order had been given by someone else, they would have jumped up and fought the man.

This order to retreat before defeat actually came from the mouth of the old patriarch of the Jurchens, the emperor of the Jin State.

Ah Guda glanced around coldly and said, "We are defeated, and we will no longer be the opponents of the Song people in the future, so I can't say that we are going to negotiate peace this time, please surrender!" ”

"Peace talks?!"

"Please descend!?"

The faces of the Jurchen nobles had wonderful expressions, and a few of them were already red-skinned, like puffer fish about to burst.

Isn't it that His Majesty the Emperor is hysterical, the Jurchen Erlang is invincible in the world, why should he surrender to others.