However, for the archers of the Song army who used the Divine Arm Bow after the battle, every feather arrow was precious, and these arrows were made by the best craftsmen of the Great Song Dynasty, and each one was used to taste the blood of the enemy.

The 4,000 Song archers were divided into two teams and ran in the yellow dust, their formation was with a long arc, like a long knife slashing at the flank of the Jin army. Before the Jurchen warriors could comprehend, they had already loaded their crossbows with arrows, and the two thousand pitch-black feathered arrows were almost out of the string at the same time, and thousands of people fell from their horses in this wave of arrows. When the Jurchen warriors behind raised their shields covered with cowhide to try to resist, the Song archers pointed their crossbows at the sky, and this time their arrows were shot into the sky, higher and farther, and after taking a huge arc, they fell towards the center of the Jin army, and thousands of people fell from their horses. The area covered by those black feather arrows was unusually concentrated, but it was only a circle with a diameter of more than a hundred steps, but the density of the arrows was so high that no one was immune.

When the elite of the Jin cavalry tried to intercept and kill these threatening Song archers, they were stopped by the corpses of the dead men and horses in front of them and the people who were huddled together to tear them apart, and these Song archers ran extremely fast although they were on foot, and had quickly detached themselves from the battlefield from both sides, leaving only the flying smoke and dust to the Jurchen warriors.

In a short time, these Song archers reappeared on both flanks, once again throwing deadly arrows. Their attacks were more dangerous than those fierce beast-like Song soldiers in front of them, and many more Jurchen warriors died not by swords and guns, but by crossbow arrows.

"Divine Arm Bow! Divine Arm Bow! A golden centurion roared, "Raise your shield!" All of them! Raise your shield! ”

For Jin Jun, the Divine Arm Bow was no longer a mystery, and he knew how powerful the arrows fired from this crossbow were. He had just removed his shield from the saddle when a black feathered arrow was already coming at him, and he raised it nimbly to cover his throat. He heard a faint thud, as if rotten wood had been pierced by a sharp weapon, and then he felt a burning pain in his throat, blood blurred his vision, and he fell to the ground.

The arrow pierced his shield and throat, and a knuckle-length sharp arrow peeked out of the back of his neck.

More people fell off their horses, and on the vast plain, these two groups of Song army archers repeatedly slashed at the Jin army in a long knife formation formed on both wings.

Jiang Xuan stuck the long knife in the ground, leaning on the hilt of the knife to breathe, and the Song army infantry on both sides immediately filled in to cover his gap. Jiang Xuan inhaled heavily and coughed violently, he was the leader of the ghost bow, he didn't want to rest at this critical moment, I don't know how many Song army foot soldiers have been trampled into the depths of the land by the horse's hooves, he will step on the corpse of the enemy or his companion if he takes a step in any direction, he shouted to himself in his heart that he only needs to fight now, he can't rest, he must not rest! However, he had to admit that in hand-to-hand combat, he was far inferior to these Song soldiers who had been trained by Mu Li's own hands, and these young men seemed to know neither pain nor fear, and when their companions fell, they did not come to their aid, but only pounced on the next enemy; They didn't wail when they were wounded, Jiang Xuan saw a young foot soldier with a severed arm falling to the ground with blood splashes, and then he quickly untied the cowhide belt around his waist and wrapped the broken arm to prevent blood loss. He stood up again and pounced on the next enemy like a silent leopard, he cut down two more Jurchen cavalrymen, until he was pierced in the chest by a spear, and he spat a mouthful of blood into the air and fell weakly to the ground.

Jiang Xuan lowered his head and saw that the edge of his long knife had collapsed all over the gap, and the copper bone hammer in his hand had been shattered, and he didn't know where to throw it. He thought that those young Song army foot soldiers were actually the same as him, their physical strength was about to be exhausted, and their swords were almost shattered. Their tactics were life-threatening, and now they had the upper hand, but their vitality was about to run out, and the cavalry that had been pressed behind rushed over and would engulf the fragile infantry in an instant.

And how many girls are true samurai? How long can you keep swinging the knife? Will the Forbidden Cavalry come to the rescue of these dying infantry? The combination of these chaotic thoughts made Jiang Xuan tremble for no reason. He jerked his head up and saw a long knife slashing down from above, with a devilish howl. The Song soldier on his right stepped forward, and the horizontal knife held the knife, but the two knives intersected, and the long knife of the Song army foot soldier shook slightly and broke. The Jurchen warrior lifted the war horse, and as the horse's hooves fell, he used his strength to slash again, and split the head of the Song army's foot soldier into two pieces from the center with one sword.

A beastly howl and fury enveloped Jiang Xuan's heart, and he leaped to his feet and pounced forward against the blade. The moment the knife slashed at his shoulder, he raised his hand and grabbed the Jurchen warrior's wrist, locking the scimitar, and then his broken long knife cut through the air in a murderous arc, slashing off the hand that held the knife. Jiang Xuan took another step and pierced the long knife through the lower abdomen of the Jurchen warrior with all his strength.

He looked back at the Song soldier who had fallen to the ground, and watched his young face split in half, and there was no trace of life in his wide eyes. He only had time to take a look, and the tide of Jurchen warriors behind him pounced again, and he tried his best to remember the appearance of the Song army's foot soldier by relying on this moment, but he understood that it was just a delusion. He smiled silently, then turned around and lunged forward, rushing forward, waving his sword and shouting alongside the footmen.

He didn't feel tired, he didn't feel the pain of the wound on his shoulder, he couldn't tell whether the blood on his body was his own or the enemy's, he no longer thought about when the strength of this army would run out, he thought that this was the rule of survival for these foot soldiers: as long as they lived, they continued to wield their swords. Exactly like what his father had taught him, Jiang Xuan even felt joyful. He knew why these Song army foot soldiers didn't help the wounded, because their lives were one, just like the Song army foot soldier just now exchanged his own life for Jiang Xuan's life, not for any reason, just to save the greatest strength to cut down the enemy.

As long as the last man was alive on the battlefield, this army did not die.

Someone grabbed his shoulder tightly, and Jiang Xuan was just about to turn around and break free, when he saw Sun Hui's face half covered with blood.

This immortal did not exert his divine power, but as an ordinary foot soldier, he has been fighting with them until now.

"Don't rush forward any further, the cavalry is approaching us, and when they arrive, we will spread out to the flanks and let them charge the enemy head-on." Sun Hui said.