I heard the sound of horses' hooves behind me, but it was a sturdy white horse with a pattern of patterns rushing straight over.

The horse galloped as fast as lightning, but it was still struck by two arrows in its chest, and it rushed to the gate of the fortress, raised its two iron-clad front hooves and pressed down like a mountain, and the fence wood as thick as a child's arm sounded a terrible cracking sound under the impact. Ali Hague flew up from his saddle and slammed his weight against the door, only to hear a loud rattle, and a large log on the gate of the fortress folded upside down and fell inward. The white horse screamed and fell to the ground, its big violet eyes still looking at its master with nostalgia, but Ali Hague threw his shield and brandished his long knife and jumped through the gap. The hundreds of people behind him shouted in unison and burst in.

Ali Hague burst into the camp of the Song army, and immediately fell into a large area of abrupt and dazzling iron spears and blades. A beast-like roar came out of his throat, and his red eyes only reflected the banner of the Song Army fluttering on a black leather pole as thick as a child's arm.

When the sharp tips of those spears were about to fall on his body, Ali Hague raised his knife and cut a semicircle in front of his chest, and stubbornly erected more than a dozen guns, but one iron spear was too late, slid through the iron armor in his abdomen, and pierced into Ali Hague's waist, and the blood suddenly rushed out. Ali Hague didn't seem to realize it, shouted, exerted his arms, and pushed the dozen or so people on the knife back together, and the heavy footsteps of more than a dozen people cut across the soft ground like iron grates, stumbling away. Ali Hague roared like a madman, grabbed the handle of the spear that pierced his body with his left hand, and slashed his right hand like a match, cutting the man's arm and the handle of the gun into two pieces at the same time, and more people and guns rushed towards him like a black tide, as if to rely on the brute force of the human wall to push Ali Hague out of the gap.

Almost all the people in the camp were rushing towards the banner, but only Ali Hague was retreating. He gripped the hilt tightly, his face pale, his slender fingers trembling slightly. For a while, he wanted to go forward desperately, to inspire his subordinates with his majesty and prestige, and to achieve a victory that his ancestors could not match; For a while, he just wanted to escape from this bloody battlefield full of terrible smell of blood and dying struggles, his eyes were red with anger, he clenched the knife and thought, I'm going to fail, I'm going to fail, but no one will help me, so okay, I don't care.

Ali Hague shouted again from behind, and a huge black wolf squeezed in through the breach in the gate of the wall. It was huge, its long mouth baring out of its sharp teeth as memorable as a nightmare, its black coat was oily and smooth, and its hind legs were slightly lame. Before it could hit the ground, it whirlwind down on the bravest soldiers of the Song army, tearing open their armor like tearing paper, filling its own teeth with their flesh and body.

After driving away the guards, it pounced on the thick door, biting off seven or eight wooden poles with thick bowl mouths behind the gate like a straw, and the gate fell to the ground with a bang. But just as it was about to pounce on it, an iron spear flew over and pierced its body.

The giant wolf let out an earth-shattering howl and fell to the ground, it slowly turned its head, glanced at Ali Hague, and slowly closed its eyes.

Hundreds of red-eyed warriors poured over the corpse of the giant wolf, and the Song army was killed, and in the roar of the collision of knives and guns, Ali Hague had already rushed to the flagpole standing on the ground, and was about to swing his knife to cut down, at that moment, Ali Hague suddenly had a fierce and fierce knife light behind him, as if he unfolded a white and bright flag, and waved towards the back of Ali Hague's head.

The black-armored man who suddenly appeared behind Ali Hague moved quickly and silently, looking like a black leopard. He hid in the crowd silently, his thick arms waving his broadsword, silent and windless, only the cold light of the broadsword was pressing. Although Ali Hague was rough, it seemed to have long eyes in the back of his head, and he jumped into the pile of people in front of him, and the snow-bright transparent blade flew close to the ground, clinging to Ali Hague like a shadow, whether it was encountering the Jurchens, the party members or the Mongols along the way, they were all cut in two, but the speed was not hindered at all.

Ali Hague only felt the cold murderous aura on his back, almost piercing the iron armor. A tall Mongolian warrior suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a large iron sword in both hands, shouted loudly, and slashed straight at the head of the black-armored warrior.

Ali Hague shrank to his body and flipped over with the force, he spun in the air, raised his sword to match the Mongol warrior's attack, and swept out as fast as lightning.

The black-armored warrior slashed the tall Mongolian warrior into two pieces with a single sword, and the sword light was still unsubsidy, and in the rain of blood flying in the sky, and Ali Hague's knife was handed over, and there was a terrible sound of gold and iron, and the snowflakes that fell were forced to scatter everywhere by this knife, and the snow flashed brightly, and the remaining white mist was dispersed cleanly.

After Ali Hague took the knife hard, the knife snapped and broke into two, and the upper half flew out ten feet away. He rolled sideways, half-kneeling, and finally turned to face the black-armored warrior, whose sword was already on Ali Hague's neck. The battle between the two of them just now was so fast that it was impossible to see their figures, but at this moment, they suddenly froze, as if someone had suddenly cast a freezing spell to freeze them.

Blood gushed from the wound on Ali Hague's waist, running down his side and filling his boots. The two of them stood opposite each other, a faint smell of red mist and blood wafting through the air.

The black armor warrior long knife swung down, and suddenly an iron spear poked out on the way, and with a "dang" sound, his long knife was actually blocked, and a young Mongolian warrior rushed out of the formation, the young man's armor was broken, and he held a black spear in both hands, his gums were full of blood, his eyes were almost cracked, and a pair of black eyes stared at the black armor warrior.

The black-armored warrior snorted, and the long knife flipped and flicked the spear away, and Ali Hague took the opportunity to roll aside. But by the time he stood up, the boy's head had fallen to the ground.

"I'm Ali Hague, you should have heard of me." Ali Hague knew that he had no luck today, and his heart suddenly became peaceful, and he looked at his opponent with admiration, "I want to know the name of the person who killed me." ”

The black-armored warrior calmly looked at Ali Hague, who was covered in blood, and replied, "Yue Lun. ”

"Your surname is Yue? Are you Yue Fei's descendant? Ali Hague's body trembled.

The black-armored warrior nodded.