In the other direction, a few hundred zhang away from the small courtyard, Uncle Gui and Hao Yatou were hiding behind a tree on a hill and watching, Hao Yatou said disdainfully: "This guy is also a soldier, so timid." ”

Uncle Gui smiled: "Wushu has no intention of fighting, he naturally will not sell his life anymore, he will only think about the protection of the law, besides, he has always thought that there are no ambushes here, and suddenly he killed people and horses, can he not be scared to urinate?" ”

Hao Yatou snorted: "Then what else is he fighting, just run away and it's over." ”

Uncle Gui guessed correctly, Zong Huang was not a timid person, but since he came here, he has seen Uncle Gui and Hao Yatou, and when he saw that the two "ancestors and grandsons" were still fishing peacefully, he thought that there were really no ambushes here, and even the scouts had gone to investigate many times, confirming that there was really no Song army around, so he was relieved, but who would have thought that suddenly there would be a Song army.

Could this be that it fell from the sky?

Zong Huang was extremely shocked in his heart, but he didn't dare to delay at all, and he didn't dare to engage in battle, the terrain here is flat and open, the appearance of the other party is so abrupt, the momentum has been formed, although he can't see how many people and horses the other party has, but look at the smoke and dust to know that the number of people must not be small, there are 20,000 horses on his side, and he should be able to win, but he will definitely lose his troops, and then go to Zhouzhi Fufeng and Fufeng will not play any role, it is better to withdraw early now, anyway, the raft has been completed.

The flag was waved, and the five hundred infantry on each side of the two roads had been quickly snatched out, blocking the front in the shape of horns, and two thousand cavalry quickly assembled into a formation, preparing for the impact behind the infantry formation, which was the usual routine of the Jin soldiers in the field encounters.

The rest of the people all got on the raft in an orderly manner and prepared to cross the river, quickly and without panic, which completely showed the quality of being an elite soldier, Zong Huang panicked in his heart, that is he knew the current situation of Wushu, but most of his soldiers did not know, they did not panic when they saw someone killed, and the Jin soldiers who were responsible for intercepting only waited quietly after forming a formation, waiting for the other party to fall into their pocket formation and be killed.

Three miles, two miles, one mile......

Soon, the group of men and horses had appeared more and more clearly in the line of sight, when he saw the ambush soldiers clearly, Zong Huang's face suddenly changed greatly, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, his face was full of incredulity, and those golden soldiers who had formed a formation were all in an uproar.

The people and horses killed in front of them were all high-nosed and sunken-eyed Hu people, they were wielding snowy sabers in their hands, and a pair of green eyes flashed with coldness, so far away, there was an overwhelming murderous aura swept in, the most important thing was not their appearance and dress, but the big banner erected on the fast horse in front, with gold characters on a black background, with a name that countless golden soldiers regarded as a nightmare.

- Divine Machine Battalion!

The Jin soldiers at the forefront were all in an uproar, and suddenly exclaimed one by one.

"Yes...... Is it the Divine Machine Battalion? ”

"It's not good, hurry up, come again!"

The legendary Shenji battalion comes and goes like the wind and kills like hemp, and any formation will not play the slightest role in front of them, it will be cut like a quick knife cutting paper, and they are good at fighting more with less, not to mention that now there are only infantry and cavalry on their side to resist a total of 3,000 people, even if it is twice as much, it is not enough for people to kill.

The Jin soldiers present were all orthodox Jin people, and everyone had heard of the prestige of the Shenji Battalion, and some of the soldiers under the command of the Sticky Drink had told them more than once that they had tens of thousands of people, and they were killed by the 500 Shenji Battalion.

The three words of the Shenji Battalion are already a taboo in the hearts of the Jin soldiers, it is a shadow, they would rather meet the Song Army, which is twice as large as them, than the Shenji Battalion, which has only a few hundred people, this is not cowardice, this is caused by the Shenji Battalion's overwhelming victories in the past few years.

Zong Huang had already woken up from his brief shock, he looked back at the wide river, clenched the hilt tightly in his hand, sweat soaked the silk threads wrapped around the hilt, gritted his teeth and quickly made a decision.

"Lemoto!" Zong Huang shouted.

An iron tower-like man came out in response: "The end will be!" ”

Zong Huang stared into his eyes and asked, "Are you afraid of death?" ”

Lemoto held his head high and replied, "Don't be afraid! ”

Zong Huang suddenly felt very moved, in fact, he was not afraid of death, but he couldn't die now, so he had to choose to retreat, but in this way, someone would inevitably need to make sacrifices, Le Motuo's answer made him very pleased, in the end, it was the soldiers he brought with Zong Huang.

"Okay, I order you to take another 3,000 people, no matter who comes, you must stop me!"

Lemoto stood solemnly, standing like a javelin, his right hand clenched into a fist and knocked down heavily on his chest, and responded: "The last general takes orders!" ”

After saying that, he had turned around and strode away, and soon, three thousand cavalry rushed out, lined up in front of the formation that had been formed, Lemoto sat on his horse and stood in front of the formation, everyone looked solemn and indifferent, and the fighting spirit was majestic, but their hands holding weapons still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Divide another 3,000 people, this is already the bottom line of Zong Huang, 20,000 troops can still have 14,000 people left, as long as they can cross the river safely, and then the soldiers will be divided into two ways to copy to Fufeng Zhouzhi, and win with strange soldiers, it is still possible to fight, but it is a pity, in order to block the Shenji Battalion, he had to divide the cavalry, so that the rest of his people are mainly infantry, which makes him afraid that the speed of this strange soldier can not be raised, but there is no way, if it is just to meet the enemy with infantry, it will be wiped out by the Shenji Battalion like chopping melons and vegetables, I am afraid it will not play much of a blocking role.

Looking at Lemotuo's tall figure, Zong Huang sighed secretly, and mourned in his heart for this heroic son.

"Cross the river!"

With Zong Huang's order, all the rafts were stretched out in an instant and floated towards the river, and at this moment, the Shenji Battalion, which was still in the distance just now, had galloped over, but to everyone's surprise, just when the two sides were not far apart, the person in front of the Shenji Battalion suddenly let out a whistle, and then everyone stopped.

Le Motuo, who had already raised his hand to prepare for the battle, was stunned for a moment, and forgot to put it down when his hand was raised high, only looking nervously and cautiously at the Shenji Battalion, which was only a hundred steps away.

In a short period of time, the raft has all been offshore, and now there are only 6,000 of them on the wind and sand, although there are only a thousand enemies in front of him, but Lemotuo knows that it is the Shenji Battalion, a group of murderous living ghosts, Lemotuo was originally ready to die to serve the country, the commander, and the general, but now the other party has stopped like this, which makes him a little overwhelmed.

The Shenji camp rode out slowly, and the Hu people on the horse looked at Le Motuo who was standing at the front, suddenly smiled, and said in an incomparably pure Jurchen language: "Brother, surrender, your horse is good, don't spoil it." ”