The states in Yunnei are full of wolf smoke.

On the Xiaoxiao Sang River, the waves are rolling, and the river at this time is much wider than that of later generations, and all kinds of boats are all over it.

On every boat, there is a Song army with a red tasseled hat, salvaging the corpse of Paoze.

The Han people pay attention to the fallen leaves to return to the roots, although they cannot be as safe as the soil, if they can be burned and brought back to their hometown, it is also a great good.

In a bloody battle just experienced, a Jurchen Mouke was besieged here by more than 1,000 cavalry of the Western Army, and the two sides fought from early morning to sunset until all the Jurchen Tartars were wiped out.

The remnant sun was like blood, sprinkled on the sparkling water, rippling like golden armor.

The two elderly Song soldiers squatted back to back on the riverside, and took out the bamboo flute in their arms, which was played in the minor tune of their hometown.

There is also such a leisurely mood to clean up the battlefield here, and it is a different situation north of the river, where the fighting is still fierce and tragic.

The last elite knights of the Khitan collided with the elite under the command of the Jurchen heavy general Wanyan Lou Room again. Both sides lowered their horses, and neither expected to go away with a single blow. It is to divide life and death in this battle group that has fallen too many corpses!

The blades flown over, blood splattered, and the horses neighed. The sparks on the armor of both sides were splashed by the blades, and they fluttered in the thick yellow dust and smoke splashed by the horses' hooves.

The collision of two elite iron horses, the ferocity, is shocking!

Wanyan Lou's subordinate Mouke Jinhu rushed left and right under the support of several personal guards, roaring again and again. Fight hard. He changed two long blades, all of them were broken, and at this time, he relied on the riding shield tied to his left arm to cover it, and waved the Bohai steel sword with his right hand to fight to the death.

Yelu Dashi came to the battlefield in person, wearing armor, and several times he had to go down in person, but he was stopped by the people around him.

Today, unlike in the past, he is the emperor of the Khitan and the spiritual pillar of all Khitans. If something happens to him, this battle will not be able to be fought again.

The little soldier's spirit that has been gathered with great difficulty will also dissipate. It is no exaggeration to say that today's Khitan is supported by Yelu Dashi alone.

After finishing Yan Lou's room, several Mouke persuaded one after another: "Lou Room, the Khitan barbarians are desperate, do you want to retreat temporarily." ”

Wanyan Lou Room looked around and scolded viciously: "Since our Jurchen Erlang raised the army, when have you ever retreated in front of Liao Gou, do you want to start with Lou Room?" ”

Suddenly, a golden drum sounded on the left side of the battlefield, and a black oppressive cavalry poured out from the foot of the mountain.

At the head was a group of cavalry generals in the Song army, young and vigorous, arrogant and good at fighting.

Behind them, a wave of cavalry had appeared, pulling away from the front. A Song flag hunted and danced above the head of this cavalry. Yao Pingzhong, the first lieutenant, slowly flattened the big gun in his hand. Then hundreds of spears, spears, horses, and lances were also flattened, flashing with a cold light!

Yelu Dashi stood tall, saw it clearly, clasped his fists with one hand and said, "It's coming!" Feast! ”

Yao Pingzhong, on the left, seems to have cleared out the Jurchen's vassal soldiers and horses, and killed them on horseback.

Yao Pingzhong took the lead, holding a large white gun of the Western Army in his hand, with a sharp blade and excellent elasticity of the gun. And there is a weight of seven or eight catties, with the power of galloping horses, plus an extremely sharp edge, but the middle body, the armor is flat, and the blood is splashed!

In the midst of the battle, he swept past another Jurchen Tartar and beheaded the horse with a wave of his sword. The Jurchen knight didn't have time to pick up the stirrups and jump away and rolled down the dust with the war horse, and the guards behind him were about to step on the horse, but with a sharp scream, he was stabbed off the horse by a Jurchen Tartar who came suddenly and silently.

Yao Pingzhong heard it clearly, gritted his teeth and circled the horse's head, and was riding with the Jurchen Tartar, riding a shield with his left hand, and was blocked by the shield, which was the Jurchen warrior Jin Hu holding a long sword.

Jin Hu's left arm was also numb, staring at Yao Pingzhong, eager to tear him apart.

Yao Pingzhong glanced at the ground, his own soldiers were already dead, and the generals took their own soldiers very seriously, not to mention a man like Yao Pingzhong.

He didn't speak, and when he lifted the horse and folded it, the average horse must have been very slow to turn twice, but he was still very fast under his crotch.

The golden tiger tried his best to twist his body on the horse, but the long sword couldn't reach out of the spear shaft, so he could only pin the spearhead with the hilt of the sword, press down on his wrist, and roar angrily.

Yao Pingzhong suddenly gave up the white-pole big gun, dodged and fell into the belly of the horse, pulled out a slender knife in his right hand, and inserted it into the ribs of the golden tiger.

Jin Hu raised his sword and exposed his ribs, and was poked through by a knife, and the surrounding Song Liao soldiers broke out into cheers when they saw this murderous Jurchen warrior fall off his horse and die.

Yelu Dashi was so excited that he personally came to the drums of war and beat the drums to help the battle.

After Yan Lou Room's eyes were red and his face was hideous, like a demon, a Mou Ke stepped forward and said, "Lou Room, withdraw!" ”

With a bang, this Mouke, who was several times stronger than ordinary people, was beaten on the head with an elbow, and after falling to the ground, he vomited blood in his mouth, and he couldn't survive.

"Whoever dares to say that the troops are withdrawn again, this is the end, take my drape!"

A few of his own soldiers moved quickly to help him put on his battle armor, and someone had already led his war horse up.

"We, the Jurchen sons, crawled out of the ice and snow, and exchanged our lives for today's momentum, how could we let the Song Liao barbarians be humiliated? These birdmen are just my defeated men, and they have been defeated by me twice, so what is there to be afraid of. ”

After saying that, he jumped on his horse, tightened his body, and entered the formation.

Wanyan Lou Room is the first recognized general of the Jurchens, and in the hearts of the Jurchens, he is like a god of war.

Originally, this kind of scene was not enough for him to go into battle to fight, but it was just to suppress the formation in the army and encourage the army.

But the appearance of the Song army has changed the entire battlefield situation, and Wanyan Lou Room can't sit still.

Before Yan Lou was left to play, he was not blindly entering the battle, he had already seen that on the left side of the battlefield, there was a Khitan army with much inferior combat strength and was not suitable for today's battlefield.

It was Yelu Yanxi's soldiers and horses in the past, and Yelu Dashi put them on the left side, not because he cherished their lives, but because he was afraid that they would drag them back.

There is a mountain on the left, occupying a high place, and there are reinforcements from the Song army.

Wanyan Lou's vision was as precise as this, and with a formidable personal guard, the iron cavalry was like destroying rotten wood, like an eagle and a rabbit, and with only one charge, he beat these Khitan soldiers to collapse in an instant!

The Khitan elites who followed Yelu Dashi to fight in the south and the north, as well as Yao Pingzhong's western army, all changed color.

The cries of the veterans of Emperor Tianzuo resounded throughout the battlefield, and rows of people and horses were knocked over and stabbed down. In the blink of an eye, these Jurchen iron horsemen were able to kill several depths. Like a moving iron tower, the Khitan people who dare to block in front of them are crushed into powder.

It's like when they once overthrew Da Liao, or these weak opponents, they are still so vulnerable.

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