When Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing rushed in front of the Western warriors, they both used the ground sword technique, and the stormy sweep of the Western warrior giant sword suddenly lost its target, and he had no choice but to turn the horizontal slash into a vertical slash, but every time he slashed, Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing easily dodged, and he had to jump often to avoid his feet being cut off by Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing.

The Western warriors forced Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing to be in a hurry for a while, but his martial arts skills were outstanding, and he quickly found a way to deal with it, taking advantage of the opportunity to fly and spin and slash down diagonally, so that Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing could not attack his feet, but became dangerous.

Sun Hui knew it was time to end the fight.

With the current strength of the Song army, it is impossible to completely annihilate the Jin army, it can only be a rout, the Jin army still has a numerical advantage, but the battle has been fought so far, the Song army's combat effectiveness has been fully brought into play, and the will to fight is unprecedentedly high, and it should not be like half a year ago when facing the enemy in the future.

Then, the task of annihilating the main force of the Jin Army must be completed by yourself.

Sun Hui saw the right time, flew down from a high altitude, and shot a small point of fire at the Western warrior in the form of Hai Dongqing.

The fire point was like a small firefly, instantly burrowing into the crack of the Western warrior's armor, and then smoke rose from his body, he let out a terrible scream, and the action of swinging the sword suddenly stopped, and Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing didn't know what was happening, but they still seized the opportunity and rushed up like lightning, Yue Fei cut off one of the wrists of the Western warrior holding the sword with a knife, and Yang Zaixing stabbed the other party's throat with a knife.

After hearing the screams of the Western warriors, he couldn't help but look back, just in time he saw the tall body of the Western warrior falling.

Wan Yan Yinshu was frightened for a while, he just turned his head, and suddenly saw that not far away, about a hundred cavalrymen with the same equipment as Yang Zaixing had already listed the array used by the Iron Qilin, and the spearheads of a hundred iron spears were pointed at him and the hundreds of Jurchen cavalry behind him.

Wanyan Yinshu could look around, they were galloping on the red ground, and the ground was full of corpses. I don't know how many Jurchen warriors died on this battlefield, and it is impossible for these young people to return to their hometowns with wealth and women.

A hundred Iron Qilin launched a charge, and this time, Wanyan Yinshu did not escape, but shouted and pulled out his scimitar, leading his subordinates to rush towards the Iron Qilin.

He knew that he had no way to escape, and in that case, it was better to die a heroic death.

This cavalry of the Jin Army, a few hundred people, was like hitting an iron wall, and it was rushed to the ground in an instant, and the people turned over on their backs, and an iron spear could be given to the end of the silver technique, and his horse was knocked to the side, and his people were put on the iron spear, and they did not die immediately, but could only watch their subordinates being slaughtered and destroyed, until the iron unicorn kicked him off the tip of the spear......

Wanyan Zongwang didn't see Wanyan Yinshuke's death, he was still observing the battle situation, looking for the best fighter.

In the face of the extremely tragic battlefield, his well-trained army remained calm, but there was a faint uneasiness in the Chinese army, and the sound of each other was endless.

"Get out!" Wanyan Zongwang ordered.

He wasn't going to say anything to appease his subordinates. As many as 10,000 men in this patchwork army were miscellaneous soldiers of the Khitan, Han, Xi, and Bohai peoples, all of whom were located in the middle army, and for those who were in battle for the first time, no language could relieve them of stress, and no tiger roar of honor and duty could make them forget their fears, and when the battle began, they were likely to be slaughtered by the Song army.

This is the battlefield, some people are going to die, you can have pity on them, but you can't do anything. Because everyone has their place, maybe the next moment, you yourself will die.

Wanyan Zongwang breathed heavily into the gray sky, wanting to remove the heavy stone that was pressing on his heart.

It is rare that they are in the upwind outlet, the wind that gradually gets stronger stirs up the smoke and dust towards the Song infantry in the downwind, this is a favorable wind direction, they march and begin to accelerate, the speed of the horse always gives people the courage to move forward, the war horse after the trot is excited, looking up and neighing, faster and faster.

The wind brought the neighing of a large group of war horses to the position of the Song infantry, and the Song infantry became alert, they realized that the Jurchens had not lost their fighting spirit, the Jurchen formation contracted tightly, nearly 30,000 war horses charged in groups, and the left flank was the Iron Harrier cavalry, known as the strongest cavalry on the grassland, and no enemy could take it lightly. The Song army's large square array stopped moving, and the formation cracked a gap, and the gap was aimed at the Jurchen army's front arrow formation approaching at high speed, like an open giant mouth about to swallow it.

The advance of the Jin cavalry was getting faster and faster, and the war horses were chasing each other in the billowing smoke and dust, and the sound of steel knives being unsheathed. The untrained new army of the Chinese army gradually could not keep up with the rhythm of the charge, and the young men tried their best to spur their horses, but the formation gradually dispersed, and the middle section of the Jin army slowly swelled up and became more and more loose, and after galloping out of the three miles, the whole formation had been doubled.

This situation was actually expected by Wanyan Zongwang, and the Song army on higher ground could also easily notice the change in formation. It was not difficult for them to guess that the cavalry on the left and right flanks was more elite, and the training of the Chinese army was far from keeping up, which was the weakness of his army.

There was no way to do it, his troops had suffered too much damage in the last attack on the city of Tokyo, and the training of a large number of recruits was very insufficient, which was one of the reasons why he had been delaying the attack.

The formation of the Song army was changing, the parts that stretched forward on the left and right sides were rapidly elongated, the formation became larger and larger, and the cavalry team of thousands of people flew up from the left and right flanks, obviously an outflanking formation.

Wanyan Zongwang's heart was excited, and he took the first step to success. He looked up at the sky, thinking of the deceased man he admired most in his life, thinking of his smiles and gags, but inadvertently planting his most precious knowledge in the hearts of him and his brother, and he expected those seeds to sprout, and he expected them to grow into heroes.

He jerked out the double knives at his waist, and the long knives pointed diagonally at the sky in front of him, "Forward!" Flatten them! Kill! There is no way back for us! He roared loudly, striking two long knives above his head with a piercing thud.