"Stop! Stop it! Someone shouted in Jurchen.

The cavalry of the Jin Army behind hurriedly reined in their horses, they should be glad that this was not a full-speed charge, otherwise they would not even be able to stop, they could only trample on each other. But as soon as their horses stopped near those dangerous shield arrays, the Song soldiers showed their heads again, swinging their long swords flatly. The sharp blade cut off the horse's hooves one by one, the war horse fell to the ground with a wail, and the Jurchen warriors who rolled down to the earth were still cut by a knife. The swordsmanship of the Song army's foot soldiers was simple and effective, and they would not waste their superfluous slashing on enemies who had lost their combat effectiveness, and they were as precise as a machine.

"Step on it! Step on it! Someone shouted again.

The Jurchen cavalry whipped their horses, and the horses leaped into the shield array. This time they were on guard, the Jurchens were good riders, and the horses of the Jurchen Department were also the best horses in the grassland, and the trampling attack had an immediate effect, Di Feng saw with his own eyes that a Song army foot soldier had just launched a long knife, and the knife was separated by the Jurchen warrior leaning over and waving the knife, and then his war horse trampled on the slave's head.

The horse had a brief victory, but fell into the shield formation, and when it landed, the horse's hooves crooked, affecting its speed. This moment was too long for Di Feng, and he raised his sword and stabbed through the breastplate of the Jurchen warrior. More horses fell into the shield array, and the bad luck directly twisted the horses' hooves, and the Song army's foot soldiers immediately pounced on the horses and slashed the horse's legs after burying half of their bodies in the soil to avoid trampling.

The roar of man and the roar of horses are mixed, as is the blood, as if a group of wild beasts hunted another group of beasts in an icy land. Di Feng swung his wedge and slammed it, blood congealing on his bronze mask, and he felt like a killing machine. He had never experienced such a battlefield, where he would die a moment after stopping, and those who didn't want to die would have to keep waving their weapons.

The cavalry brigade of the Jin Army, which had tens of thousands of people, was blocked to the death, and could no longer advance an inch. The war horses of the Shenjun were useless in front of these Song army foot soldiers, and the warriors of the Jurchen tribe were scattered in formation, some rode their horses and trampled on horseback, and some dismounted and fought on foot.

A steed jumped extremely high, and its two front hooves stepped straight down against Di Feng's face. Di Feng didn't dodge, and he didn't need to aim, he raised his head and stabbed out with all his might, burrowing through the horse's belly, penetrating the horse's body, and the tip of the iron mace protruded from the top of the Jurchen warrior's thigh. Before the warrior could scream, a sturdy figure stepped forward and slashed off his head.

Jiang Xuan, the commander of the forbidden army, had a long knife in his right hand and a bronze bone hammer in his left hand, standing straight in front of Di Feng. He looked at Di Feng, his face covered in blood, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"Attack!" He said.

"Attack?" Di Feng looked at Jiang Xuan. With 10,000 foot soldiers against tens of thousands of cavalry, it was already lucky to achieve such a result with a shield defensive counterattack, and they had no chance to attack.

"If we don't attack, we'll die here, and we'll have to drag it out longer." Jiang Xuan said.

Di Feng understood what he meant, he didn't know the result of the attack, but they must now overwhelm the enemy in terms of morale, otherwise they will be consumed sooner or later, Di Feng nodded vigorously.

Jiang Xuan jumped out of the shield array violently, wrapped the cowhide rope on the handle of the bronze bone hammer around his wrist, and roared with his sword, "Attack!" Offensive! Offensive! It's time for Jin Yu to taste the power of our big Song boy! ”

"It's time!" Di Feng also roared and jumped out of the shield array, and struck with a flying hammer in his hand, and a pitch-black shadow shot out almost straight, piercing the chest of the Jurchen warrior closest to him. The iron mace took him to the saddle upside down, and the war horse that lost its master grazed past Di Feng, Di Feng stepped forward and pulled out the iron shovel, and the other party's chest suddenly surged with blood, splashing him.

More Song army foot soldiers jumped out of the shield formation with them, everyone bathed in blood, raised their long knives and shouted: "Attack!" Offensive! Offensive! ”

The tidal sound shocked every Jurchen warrior, who was already terrified, and now watched as many people crawled out of the corpses, one by one as if they had crawled out of hell.

There was the sound of iron cracking wind behind him, Di Feng didn't think twice, he lowered his head suddenly, and turned around to swing the iron shovel.

Di Feng pulled the iron shovel from the Jurchen warrior's heart, scorching blood splashed on his face, and his foot kicked the dead Jurchen warrior in the chest, kicking the body out with force. Beside him, groups of Song soldiers rushed out of the shield array, brandishing long knives and pounced on the blood-spattered battlefield, and the roar of tens of thousands of people turned the whole world into a roaring hell.

Di Feng shuddered slightly, but he was no longer allowed to think about anything. The tide of enemies pounced, Di Feng stepped forward with a low roar, swung his mace on the head of a Jurchen warrior, and then struck with all his strength with both hands!

The cavalry of the Jin Army continued to rush up at high speed. But those majestic northland war horses did not have a chance to gallop at full speed, and as soon as they approached the front army battle formation of the Song army, they were immediately blocked.

These Jurchen warriors who rushed up later carried their war swords, their blood boiling all over their bodies, looking forward to entering the hellish killing field, but they immediately found themselves in front of them tens of thousands of war horses hugging each other, their heads and buttocks touching each other, squeezing each other. They didn't have a chance to step forward at all, and the people in front of them kept retreating.

There were only 10,000 people, but these Song army foot soldiers were like 10,000 iron nails pierced in the position, nailing the horses and feet of the Jurchen iron horsemen.

Only the 20,000 or 30,000 Jurchen warriors at the front of the battle were actually engaged in battle, roaring and driving their horses and brandishing scimitars, trying to kill the hateful Song soldiers who jumped out of the shield array. They originally had armor far superior to their opponents and Northland war horses, and the Song army on foot was an ant that could be trampled to death in their eyes. But it was these ants, flashing at high speed in front of and behind their horses, swinging their long knives at the moment of approach, either cutting off the legs of horses or people, each as fierce as a jackal and as a ghost. Most of the Jurchen warriors' anxious and angry slashes were in vain, their initial pride gradually turned into fear, and they had a strong feeling: the world was turned upside down, they used to be hunters, but now they have become prey!

What was even more terrifying was the sharp feathered arrows shot by the Song archers, which kept coming from behind, and almost every arrow hit something accurately, either the neck of a horse or the chest of a person.

The Jurchen warriors are good at riding and shooting, and there are some good archers who can shoot down the eagle eagle, and many of them will even release arrows on their horses, but when riding at high speed, the violently undulating horseback will make all the bows and arrows lose their accuracy, and the Jurchen warriors can only draw their bows and shoot forward, only to shoot the arrows densely and powerfully.