The frontal formation was shattered, and the Jurchen cavalry on both sides encircled it, and only more than 13,000 cavalry were left under the trampling of the heavy cavalry of the Tiefu Tu, and the tidal Jurchen cavalry was surrounded by the tidal Jurchen cavalry. The number of people has fallen into an absolute disadvantage, and the morale has been shocked by the impact of the Iron Floating Massacre, and it has been crushed into an army, so how can it fight the enemy? A one-sided slaughter ensued.

The cavalry fired fireworks at the nearest 30,000 elite cavalry in the west who participated in the frontal battlefield of encircling and suppressing the 70,000 Jurchen cavalry for help, and on the other hand, they escorted Yuan Zhenqian to break through. The 30,000 elite cavalry had already participated in the encirclement of the Jurchen cavalry in front of the siege, and they had already exchanged hands with the Jurchen cavalry who were trying to break through, and suddenly saw that the rear formation was forced, and the 20,000 cavalry crossbowmen who blocked the Jurchen army actually collapsed in a very short period of time, and sent a signal for emergency rescue. The main general Yuan Zhenqian was there, and several generals who led the attack did not dare not save it, and they could not save it, so 30,000 elite horsemen turned around and returned to help.

But not long after, a torrent of steel rushed head-on, and the Iron Floating Cavalry had already completed the first mission of breaking the formation, and rushed to the frontal battlefield without looking back, colliding head-on with 30,000 elite cavalry. As a result, it can be imagined that the Tiefutu heavy cavalry was like a rock in the torrent, cutting through the torrent of 30,000 elite cavalry, splitting their formation in two, and causing thousands of casualties.

At the sound of the horn, some of the Jurchen cavalry on the frontal battlefield began to countercharge in the direction of the main camp, and tens of thousands of Jurchen soldiers and horses gave up the battle on the main battlefield and turned back to implement the counter-encirclement. The battlefield was a mess. The situation became that the Jurchen nearly 100,000 cavalry tightly surrounded the more than 40,000 elite cavalry led by Yuan Zhenqian himself. On the battlefield in the west, more than 30,000 Jurchen cavalry resisted the main force of the front army and the central army of the Northwest Army, dragging them in the distance. The main battlefield has formed a strange shift in a very short period of time. The main battlefield that was originally in the west has instead become a battlefield for the Jurchens to block the rescue of the other party, and the real main battlefield is near the left of the camp where Yuan Zhenqian tried to stop the Jurchen rescue, which is really a rare battle.

Wanyan Agu led three thousand personal guard cavalry like devils in the Great Zhou cavalry, the fine iron mace was stained with flesh and blood, and everyone slaughtered the cavalry of the Northwest Army who had panicked like crazy. Wanyan Agu caught a glimpse of Yuan Zhenqian and the others who were being protected in front of him and desperately breaking through to the west, and immediately led the guard battalion to rush away. What is ridiculous is that at this time, the cavalry of the banner guards beside Yuan Zhenqian is still not bright, and they still refuse to throw away the big banner embroidered with the word 'Yuan' in gold, so that Yuan Zhenqian's position has nothing to hide, and it has attracted the siege of many Jurchen soldiers and horses. Several times Yuan Zhenqian almost broke out, but in the end he was blocked back. And now, that banner has also attracted the evil wolf of Wanyan Aguda.

"That's Yuan Zhenqian, the commander of the Northwest Army of the Great Zhou, whoever smashed his head, Lao Tzu was rewarded." Wanyan Agu shouted loudly.

Thousands of guards rushed over with maces and screams, smashing hundreds of heads of the cavalry of the Northwest Army that were blocking them along the way, and killing a bloody path leading to Yuan Zhenqian and the others.

When Yuan Zhenqian and the others reacted, the fierce cavalry had already chased after them. Yuan Zhenqian looked up to the sky and sighed, knowing that there was no hope of breaking through. Turning around, he saw a tall and burly man on horseback, his armor was stained with blood, and his shoulder-length curly yellow hair was exposed under the round helmet, and his eyes were fierce and murderous. Yuan Zhenqian knew that it should be Wanyan Aguda. He hadn't seen Wanyan Aguda, but the momentum on the strong man's body was recognizable, and the aura emanating from Wanyan Aguda made Yuan Zhenqian conclude that this person must be Wanyan Aguda, the great leader of the Jurchens.

"Kill him, that's the leader of the Jurchens. Killing him could turn the tide of battle. Yuan Zhenqian roared in a low voice, like a wounded lion.

"Kill him, that person is Yuan Zhenqian, Lao Tzu doesn't want to live, as long as he dies. Dare to fight against my Jurchen army, I want him to have a rotten head, and I want Lord Yama to not know him. Wanyan Aguda was also roaring at this subordinate.

The guards on both sides rushed together without saying a word, and it was a bloody battle in an instant. Although Yuan Zhenqian's thousands of cavalry members were also brave and brave, they were also brave warriors selected at all levels, but they were helplessly encircled, and they faced the most ferocious Wanyan Aguda's personal guard battalion, which was several times larger than their own side, and when their morale collapsed, the result was naturally conceivable.

Half an hour passed, and more than 1,000 cavalrymen of the Northwest Army's personal guard battalion were all killed, most of them under the heavy blow of the mace, either their heads were shattered, or their bodies were covered with bloody holes and broken bones. But throughout, not a single one surrendered.

Yuan Zhenqian was killed to the end, and there were only a dozen guards left around him. The guards were bloodied and incapacitated. Yuan Zhenqian himself was also seriously injured and broke an arm, which was directly turned on his shoulder by a mace, directly shattering his shoulder blades and incapacitating his entire arm. He could only hold the long knife in his left hand and fight with all his might. In addition to this, he had more than a dozen other injuries, large and small. He was so weakened by the bleeding that he did not fall off his horse with a lot of willpower.

The cavalry of Wanyan Aguda's personal guard battalion surrounded them heavily and slowly closed the encirclement.

Yuan Zhenqian's eyes were full of gold stars, struggling to support his body, looking at the tall figure in front of him, he couldn't even see the other party's face clearly, everything was already blurry, but his mind was still clear.

"You're Wanyan Aguda? Is the great leader of the Jurchens? Yuan Zhenqian asked with a weak smile.

Wanyan Agu smiled and hugged his fists and said: "It's me, you must be General Yuan Zhenqian, the commander of the Northwest Army of the Great Zhou." Admire, admire. It's a man. ”

Yuan Zhenqian smiled and gasped, "What do you admire? Do you admire that I am defeated at your hands? Hey, there is nothing to say about today's battle, defeat in your hands. I only have a few words to say to the Grand Leader at the moment. ”

General Wanyan Agu's blood-dripping mace pulled a flower, and said with a smile: "What advice does General Yuan have?" ”

Yuan Zhenqian said: "Don't dare, I just have some advice for the great leader of Wanyan." Don't you think that defeating me and my Northwest Army will destroy my Great Zhou and occupy the Central Plains. Which generation of you northern Hu people did not covet the land of the Central Plains, but did they succeed? Even if he gains momentum for a while, he will eventually be driven out of the Central Plains, and the gains outweigh the losses. If others can't do it, you can't do it. If I were you, I would immediately withdraw my troops and return to the north, where you will stay, where you will be home. You are not capable of occupying the Central Plains. ”

Wanyan Agu laughed and said, "What should I say to you? You're dying and you're still coming to bewitch me with these words? It's a big joke. If others can't do it, it doesn't mean that I can't do it, because I'm different from others. I will disappoint you, I will dominate the world, I want the desert grasslands, forests and snow-capped mountains in the north, I want the plastered land of the Central Plains, I want them all! ”

Yuan Zhenqian laughed, coughing while laughing, and red blood foamed from his mouth: "Since ancient times, there have been many people who think like you, hehe, but the result is there." You're not much better than those people. I admit that you have defeated me, but even if my northwest army is defeated in your hands, you still can't even take Bianliang City. I still have 150,000 forbidden troops in Bianliang City, and millions of people defending the city, can you attack it? What's the use of blowing the atmosphere? ”

Wanyan Aguda was told that he was in the middle of the sore spot, and scolded angrily: "If it weren't for you to stir up the situation, I would have broken through Luo Bianliang yesterday." The result of your disturbance is the current end, I will capture you alive, hang you on the flagpole, and strip you to your emperor Lao'er in Bianliang City, this is the end of opposing me. ”

Yuan Zhenqian scolded angrily: "Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!" The Great Leader of Wanyan is also the number one hero, do you want to do such a despicable thing? ”

Wanyan Agu sneered: "For the sake of the great cause in my heart, what should I not do? ”

Yuan Zhenqian smiled and said, "Then you don't think about it, how can I, Yuan Zhenqian, be humiliated by you." ”

As he spoke, Yuan Zhenqian slowly put the long knife across his neck, looked in the direction of Bianliang, and muttered: "Your Majesty, the ministers are incompetent, confused by the old thief, and even more defeated by the barbarians, ruining the good situation." There is a great sin for the minister. That old thief is so vicious, your Majesty, take care. When the minister goes to the underworld, he will also turn into a ghost to find the bad luck of the old thief. Yang Shumi, I can't live with you, I have always felt guilty about you. I will go to Hades and be chastened by you in your face. If there is an afterlife, I would like to follow you and serve you before and after the saddle. Hey, I hate it, I regret it. ”

Yuan Zhenqian screamed, dragging his arm. The long knife sliced through the throat, and a cavity of blood spurted out, staining the already bloodstained armor red. His body shook, and he fell into the bloody mud on the ground, and he died of anger.

In all fairness, with the combat effectiveness of the Northwest Army of the Great Zhou, it was also on par with the Jurchen army in a head-on battle. However, the situation on the battlefield can change rapidly, and any small mistake can lead to catastrophic consequences. Yuan Zhenqian's leading the army cannot be said to be indispensable, and Yang Jun dared to hand over the Northwest Army to him and let him guard the Western Xia, which is enough to show that this person is very good at leading the army. However, Yuan Zhenqian failed to collect information on the Jurchen soldiers and horses, and did not know that the other party already had the existence of the strange soldier Tiefutu, which led to the failure of the battle plan. If there was no Iron Floating Tu, Yuan Zhenqian's plan might work. But as soon as the Iron Float came out, everything came to naught.

In addition, Yuan Zhenqian's political naivety was also an important reason for his failure. Far away from the capital, his judgment of the situation between the DPRK and China is superficial, and his understanding of Lu Zhongtian and Guo Xu is not enough. Coupled with the unfirmness of his position, he swayed between the two, and finally fell into Lu Zhongtian's trap, so that he was defeated and died. It's embarrassing.

As soon as Yuan Zhenqian died, the Northwest Army was defeated. Although there were still 70,000 or 80,000 soldiers and horses, the commander was killed, the morale collapsed, and in the face of the overwhelming Jurchen army, the Northwest Army was scattered and defeated. The Jurchens began their favorite part of the hunt. Countless meniscus knives swirled and flew in the air, and countless soldiers of the Northwest Army were slashed to the ground, and the casualties were not counted.