The Khitan cavalry that broke out of the gate almost rushed directly into the Han army outside the wall, and the scimitars wielded by the cavalry reflected the light of the torches, and the Han troops outside the wall did not have time to form a formation to resist, and were almost immediately dispersed.

Wang Hengzhi also did not regret that he easily launched the whole army to attack the Khitan Village, he held the long-handled iron knife in both hands, and rushed forward with his own soldiers to meet the soldiers who could not evacuate. Amid the screams one after another, the Han soldiers tried to muster up the courage to attack the Khitan cavalry, but the Khitan cavalry led by Jeruzara came and went like the wind, and they did not give them a chance to fight at all. With the horsepower that had been stored for a long time, the Khitans galloped and fired arrows, and at the same time rushed into the rout of those who had lost their fighting spirit and slashed and slashed.

Everywhere is the fallen figure of the Han army, Du Fujiao, Tang Qiyong and other centurions have already led the sergeants to release arrows towards the Khitan cavalry, the Mo swordsman took off the scabbard, and the heavy armor sword and shield hand were close together, ready to resist the charge of the enemy cavalry. Zhao Xingde's face was grim, there were 200 cavalry to respond, and the eighth battalion of Chengying could still protect itself, but Wang Hengzhi's more than 2,000 Han troops would be handed over here.

The most important thing is that the cavalry galloping from the west has appeared in the field of vision, Zhao Xingde's heart sank suddenly, the first more than 500 horsemen and horses were actually shrouded in armor, followed by more cavalry, most of them also had armor, anyway, it could never be the Han army. The heavy sound of hooves reminds both sides of the battlefield to turn their heads to look over.

This large group of cavalry joined the battlefield, and the scales of victory suddenly tipped in turn. "Fight and retreat, lead the enemy to the woods, let Wang Tong Deng Ma Rui and Jian Cheng flank the enemy army, and then disengage." Zhao Xingde groaned, but before he gave the order, he found that the Khitan cavalry was in chaos first, and they rushed towards the gate of the camp one after another.

"It's the Jurchens!" Zhao Xingde changed his mind like lightning, changed his tone and ordered: "The whole camp is on alert." ”

The Khitan cavalry retreated, and the Han army suddenly came to the spirit, shouting loudly and rushing to the gate of the camp, braving the rain of arrows to rob the village, while desperately trying to prevent the Khitan people from moving. The Khitan cavalry was anxious to return to the village, so they could only drop their bows and arrows, draw their scimitars and short sticks, and forcibly break away from the Han army's blockade. Many Khitan cavalry had been in conflict for a long time just now and were unscathed, but in this short period of time, they were dragged down by the Han army who fought for their lives, and it was a mess, and there were entangled Khitan soldiers and Han troops everywhere.

The fiercest battle was fought in the narrow area of the Khitan Zhaimen, which seemed to be a whirlpool of flesh and blood, involving more and more Han troops and Khitan cavalry, throwing corpses and stumps all over the ground, blood deep into the snow, flesh and snow mixed into a red mud. The two sides were intertwined and fought, and even the Khitans on the walled wall could not distinguish between friend and foe. The adjutant general Yelu 15 stared fixedly at the square inch outside the gate of the walled city, he did not dare to abandon the walled envoy Jeruzara outside, and could only look anxiously at the slowly approaching Jurchen cavalry, helpless. Just a few months ago, Jerod XV was only a ten-master commander, and now he was completely unable to cope with the chaos.

The second master, Pu Tieyan, also rolled in the snow with a Khitan soldier, both sides lost their blades, Pu Tieyan bit the side of the opponent's neck, blood sprayed all over his face, and the Khitan soldier's eyes revealed fear, and his mouth spat blood blisters. Pu Tieyan threw him aside, found half a spear in his hand, got up, didn't care about looking left and right, desperately stabbed into a horse beside him, he was about to throw away the spear, the horse-riding Khitan soldier held a short hammer and smashed heavily on his heavenly spirit cover, Pu Tieyan snorted, desperately hugged a horse's leg when he was dying, and the Khitan soldier who could not get out was immediately ripped off the horse by the Han army who rushed up.

"Where did Han'er have the courage to attack the imperial court officials and soldiers, and he really fell for the tricks of the Jurchens!" Jeruzara hated him for having lost his horse, and with a scimitar in one hand and a shield in the other, he fought and walked in the midst of the chaos. He looked at the gate that had not been closed for a long time, and he hated it in his heart, and secretly scolded the benevolence of the fifteen women of the deputy general, and raised his head and shouted: "Close the city gate!" A thin Han soldier rushed up with a scimitar in both hands, and Jeruzarat had to first resist it with a round shield, and then rushed to kill him with a scimitar, and again raised his head and shouted: "Close the gates!" "Close the gates!" His iron helmet fell off at some point, his cape was scattered, his own soldiers were scattered, and there were chaotic soldiers everywhere, viciously shouting and scolding each other in Khitan, Xi and Han dialects during the fight, and Yelu 15 at the head of the city did not hear the military order of the village envoy for a while.

Jeruzara rushed a few steps in the direction of the gate and cut off the neck of the Han soldier with a scimitar. "Close the gates!" Jeruzara shouted again with all his might, and this time the deputy general Jeruzav finally came over, and he saw that the envoy had arrived at the door, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes, but suddenly, he turned to panic, and the Jurchens broke into the rebellious army with their heavy horses, and a huge mace smashed towards Jeruzara's head with a shadow.

Before he could finish the sentence "shut up the ...... city," Jeruzala fell to the ground foaming at the mouth of blood, and he instinctively dodged his head, but half of his shoulder was smashed and collapsed, and he struggled to get up, and his vest was hit hard. His head was sunk deep in the red and white snow, unable to breathe or move, and the horses kept stepping over him, and Jeruzara finally thought, "Your Majesty, your ministers have done their best. Then he ascended into the white Immortal Heaven.

The Jurchen cavalry weighed more than 100 catties in armor and war harness, and they didn't care about the difference between the Han and Khitans in the fighting, and while trying to rush to the walled gate, they beat them around with maces and heavy iron rods. Although the speed of such a heavy armored cavalry is far inferior to that of the Khitan cavalry, it is difficult for the blades of the Khitan soldiers and the Han army to penetrate this layer of heavy armor. The momentum of a group of three heavy horses was great, and the Khitan cavalry and the Han army along the way were invincible, either trampled under the horses, or stumbled to the ground. Before Yelu 15 could close the gate, he was rushed into the gate by this group of tower-like heavy cavalry. Once the stockade was broken, the Jurchen cavalry swarmed in. In addition to the Chengying battalion, which left more than 200 cavalry guards and was still in order, other Jurchen cavalry rushed into the stockade, some galloped around in the open space, some jumped off their horses to search for houses, and they all killed people when they saw them.

Yelu 15 led more than 200 Khitan soldiers to resist the wall, and there were fewer and fewer people around him. The resistance continued, and the heavily armored Jurchen soldiers climbed the wall. These enemies were all dressed in iron armor that was difficult to penetrate, and many warriors died in vain resistance, Yelu 15 was a good man among the Khitans, slaughtered two Jurchens, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had been fighting from the beginning of the Han army to the present, and he had exhausted his last strength. A tall Jurchen came up last and knocked out his shield and scimitar with a wide iron sword.

At the last moment, Yelu 15 had no fear, and he recalled the words he had said when he set out from Shangjing: "Your Majesty, the ministers should live and die with this village!" He looked calmly at the emotionless eyes under the iron helmet, until he slashed his iron knife at his neck. Jereth XV saw his headless body, and blood splattered out. "Your Majesty, the minister and this village live and die together!!"

Outside the Khitan village, Zhao Xingde took the Chengying battalion to confront the Jurchen cavalry, during which Wang Hengzhi saw that the momentum was not right, and quickly gathered the remaining more than 1,000 Han troops and formed a formation to connect with the Chengying battalion. Zhao Xingde whispered to Wang Hengzhi his plan: if the Jurchens were friends or enemies, then while resisting, they leaned towards the woods where the cavalry led by Wang Tongdeng were hiding, and blocked them with ambushes for a while, and the cavalry could not fight with the enemy for long.

Wang Hengzhi's face was defeated, this time the troops, the Han army has lost half of the troops, although the Chengying sergeant under the command of Zhao Xingde did not sacrifice his life to attack the city like the Han army, but only more than 200 archers caused a large number of casualties to the Khitans, and there are 200 cavalry ambushes have not been released. Wang Hengzhi is also from a general, and he knows that this kind of play is the right way for soldiers. His lips moved, and finally he recognized Zhao Xingde's arrangement with silence.

"According to this style of play, even if the Han army fights to the death, it can't change the situation in Liaodong, and what can more than 1,000 soldiers in the Chengying camp do?" Zhao Xingde's face was not good, not only for the hostile and powerful Jurchen cavalry on the other side, but also for the situation and combat effectiveness of the Han army. He felt very inappropriate. Just when the tension between the two armies was tense, Zhao Xingde was distracted again.

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