The iron cavalry that stopped, facing a warrior who was twice as brave as himself, this was a situation that the Jurchen cavalry had never experienced.

Prior to this, the Jurchen cavalry had never stopped the galloping hooves on the battlefield.

The situation seemed beyond the imagination of the Jurchens.

Those leather armor soldiers who had been beaten and slashed by the Jurchens at will before, at this time, several people surrounded the Jurchen iron armor on horseback, and stabbed with spears and short blades, no matter how brave the Jurchen iron armor was, they had to fall off the horse, and countless holes on their bodies were bleeding.

The Jurchens seemed to be in a state of embarrassment, whether they dismounted and fought on foot, or were they still sitting on horseback?

At this time, sitting on horseback, there is still a condescending advantage, but there is no mutual support between comrades, even if it is only the distance between two healthy horses, it is still difficult for two adjacent knights to support each other, at least not as dense as the spears pierced on the ground.

The war has reached this point, and it has long passed the time when courage and cowardice are entangled, only blood fills the mind, adrenaline takes over, and everyone is bloodthirsty and crazy.

Whether it is the Jurchens, or the Han Chinese, or the Dadan and the party members, they are like 30,000 beasts, constantly roaring, biting, and fighting.

The small city of Huai'an has long become an empty city. The people who hid in the old forests in the mountains looked at the battlefield below the mountains through the gaps in the trees.

Everyone was dumbfounded, this small city that had not been plagued by soldiers for two hundred years suddenly attracted such an unwarranted disaster, and countless iron armor fought such a tragic battle at their doorstep, and the blood and qi rose under the scorching sun, which was disgusting.

This city, after this battle, not only these people dare not live in that small city again.

The blood is scattered for five miles, and the iron armor is covered in tens of thousands.

The tiger and wolf are not as good as people, and ask why they fight?

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Life is a Chinese person, and death is also a Chinese soul.

Heaven gives China soil, generation after generation of China.

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The meaning of Huaxia, Tang Dynasty Kong Yingda's annotation of "Spring and Autumn Left Biography", has the beauty of the uniform, called Hua. There is a great etiquette, which is called summer.

To protect China is to protect one's own culture and inheritance, and to protect the land of birth and cultivation.

"Drive!" With an angry shout, the horses under the seat struggled to squeeze a few steps forward, and Zheng Zhi had already found out where the center of the Jurchens was.

Wanyan Lou's room is heavily protected in Jurchen iron armor, only Wanyan Lou's room is full of Jurchens, not as intertwined as the battlefields everywhere.

I saw Zheng Zhi stand up and shouted: "Yang Zaixing, go there with a certain person, that is where the Jurchen Chinese army is located." ”

Yang Zaixing's spear does not stab or stab, and the heavy iron spear is vigorously and accurately whipped on the iron helmets on the back of those horses again and again, and the sparks are accompanied by the explosion of brains, which saves the cumbersome stabbing and makes the killing efficiency faster.

"The last will be ordered!" Yang Zaixing roared angrily, and also slapped the horses under the seat. He turned around and shouted, "Go with Your Highness." ”

"With Your Highness!"

"Keep up, keep up!"

On such a battlefield, military orders are no longer available, and only by shouting like this and spreading the words to the surroundings can more people get military orders.

But this horse really can't walk, Zheng Zhi was anxious, suddenly turned over and jumped off the horse, and shouted: "Get off the horse, get off the horse, and go forward with so." ”

In the iron armor, I saw Zheng Zhi dodging left and right, constantly passing through the gaps.

Yang Zaixing and Niu Da saw Zheng Zhi dismount and gallop wildly, and hurriedly turned off the horse and galloped away with his legs.

A spear is more than two meters long, and the person sitting upright on horseback is also more than two meters tall.

The spear was raised high, and it smashed down with all its strength, heading straight for Zheng Zhi who was running in the iron armor.

Zheng Zhi, who was traveling between the bellies of countless horses, could no longer open the spear, and the spear was also left on the unicorn beast. The spear is not useless, but Zheng Zhiyi is bold and needs to travel through the crowd at great speed.

I saw Zheng Zhi holding a brand-new long knife in his hand, his legs were strong, and he jumped a few steps, and the long knife drew an arc in the air.

He passed above the gun-wielding arm of the Jurchen and went straight to the door.

The sound of "click" was accompanied by the splash of sparks, and Zheng Zhi had already passed by.

The Jurchen on the horseback had dark eyes, a wail, blood flowed all over his face, and two bright red turbid liquids of different blood splattered out from the sockets of his eyes.

The long knife slashed through the iron helmet and cut through two eyeballs.

Looking at Zheng Zhi's blade again, there is no curl. This is the hundred steel knives created by the descendants of China to protect this land. The art of casting swords, Jiangnan and Zhejiang are the most exquisite, with Longquan at the top. This has been true for thousands of years.

Countless military men turned over and dismounted, and continued to move forward with Zheng Zhi's pace, stabbing the Jurchens sitting on horseback one by one.

The chaotic battle suddenly changed its pattern, and the horses that couldn't run seemed to have really become a burden. A large number of soldiers who walked in one direction in the crowd instead became an attack.

Movement seems to have become the difference between the Jurchen army and Zheng Zhi's army. The Han army is accustomed to getting on and off the horse, and the Jurchen army seems to be more accustomed to fighting on horseback.

In a small space, five or six soldiers under the horse could easily get together, but the Jurchens on horseback in front of them could never really get together because of the huge body of the horse. The close battle formation galloping on horseback was almost a separate battle at this time.

That's the details.

Zheng Zhi didn't even know who he was facing, and he didn't know who this Jurchen Iron Cavalry was leading the troops.

But Zheng Zhi also has thoughts in his heart, and it is better not to stick to Han.

Zheng Zhi, who had been running for a long time, suddenly stopped, and the three or four hundred Jurchen knights in front of him were closely united, and Zheng Zhi could no longer move forward blindly.

But it has also arrived at its destination. Allah will be among these three or four hundred.

Looking back, one by one the Jurchens on horseback fell to the ground, and countless soldiers passed through between the bellies of the horses.

"Array, infantry battle." Zheng Zhi raised the long knife and shouted with all his strength.

Everyone was shouting: "Your Highness has an order, line up, line up quickly!" ”

The team has not really been lined up yet, but there are already seventy or eighty iron armors lined up around Zheng Zhi. I heard Zheng Zhi shouting again: "Go forward, the formation must not be chaotic!" ”

Zheng Zhi also seemed to be in the middle of the formation, picked up a wooden gun from the ground, and stepped forward.

The pace is not fast, but it is extremely consistent. There are only two rows in the battle formation, divided into front and back.

"Front row, thorn!" Zheng Zhi followed his command and vigorously stabbed the Jurchen on horseback in front of him.

The man wielded his blade desperately, trying to shoot down the spears that came one by one, but he was unable to do so, and he knocked down two blades, and with a piercing sound in his chest and abdomen, he fell down to the horse.

"Step in the back, stab!"

Zheng Zhi had already put away the gun, paused a step, and moved forward with the gun again, the gun was ready, ready for the second assassination.

This is the pawn, this is the meaning of strict discipline. It's not a superb martial arts, it's not a lightning-fast gun, it's only in unity, only in the same pace, and the spear is like a forest.

More and more soldiers lined up in battle formations, passing through the bellies of healthy horses.

Everywhere there are password shouts, all the heads of the team, the commander, and the marquis.

"End the gun!"

"Thorn!"

"Stab again!"

"Add drums, stab again!"

Adding drums is acceleration, pace speed, according to the drum beat, the denser the drum beat, the faster the speed must be. At this time, I didn't hear the drum beat, but it was the progression of this drum beat, which had already penetrated into the hearts of every soldier, and it had become a muscle reaction.

Zheng Zhi was like an ordinary soldier, unhurried, stepping forward, and constantly bursting out of commands commanding the seventy or eighty people around him, and the seventy or eighty people were like a person, closely cooperating together.

The command of the details lies in the command of the grassroots, and this is the meaning of the martial arts school.

At this time, in the Jurchen array, Wanyan Lou Room immediately noticed that something was wrong, and shouted in his mouth: "Get off the horse, all dismount!" ”

Countless Jurchens shouted, and one by one the knights on horseback turned over and dismounted, no longer fighting alone on the horseback, and were passively beaten.

The Jurchen, with a fierce and hideous face, turned over and dismounted, and immediately killed the Song Dog who was moving forward step by step, jumped high, waved a huge blade, and leaped over.

"Back row, drums and stabs!" Zheng Zhi still shouted the password, dismounted and fought on foot, the Jurchens had never found the trick since they came out of the jungle with white mountains and black waters.

This know-how, from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, to the Han and Tang Dynasties. The strong soldiers of China have always been neatly arranged. With the beat of the drums, step by step.

can fight and kill the big insects in the forest, but it can't surpass countless spears.

Wanyan Lou's room was in front of him, watching one by one Jurchen warriors being stabbed to the ground, and watching Song Gou step forward one by one.

Wanyan Lou roared in a low voice, baring his fangs, and shouted, "Drive all the horses aside." ”

A moment later, a path appeared in the crowd, and Wan Yan Lou raised his gun and shot his horse, speeding straight ahead. The knights behind him all rushed forward with Wanyan Lou's room.

At a distance of thirty or forty paces, the speed of the horses rose slightly, and countless Jurchen men slashed their blades at the beloved horses beside them.

When the fight is like this, people are no longer human, no longer have human thoughts, only brains that are stimulated beyond being able to add to the ferociousness.

"Stop, hold the gun, kneel!"

The foot soldier resisted the cavalry charge, kneeling, the tail of the gun on the ground, 45 degrees obliquely upward, holding the body of the gun tightly. Waiting for the galloping horses to rush to the blade of the gun.

Column by column, row by row. Until the cavalry on their backs stopped.

The horse's hooves stepped over, and the spear that was pressed against the ground pierced the horse's belly and fell to the ground. The kneeling soldier who held the gun tightly in his hand had already stepped under the horse's hooves, and his life and death were unknown. The spear that stood diagonally in the air was still stuck in the horse's belly, and that was the price. Fight for your life, that's the only way.

The horses struggled and tried to stand up, but they couldn't stand up, only their hooves kept shrinking, raising the loess on the ground, and the debris was flying.

The Jurchen knights on horseback also fell to the ground, and before they could stand up, countless spears stabbed them.

A horse came straight towards Zheng Zhi, Zheng Zhi gritted his teeth, clenched the spear in his hand even more vigorously, and aimed it at the belly of the galloping horse.

The huge force was transmitted from the barrel of the wooden gun to the ground, and with an explosion, the barrel of the wooden gun broke at the waist, the wood exploded, and countless wooden thorns had already pierced into Zheng Zhi's palm.

Zheng Zhi, who was dressed in iron armor, only felt a dazing in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already pressed to the ground by the belly of the fallen horse, and slid seven or eight steps away with the remaining kinetic energy of the horse.

The knight on horseback flew through the air and slammed into the ground.

All around him were the shouts of the Jurchens.

The dazed Zheng Zhi could also hear the shouts of the soldiers on the left and right, some people came to carry the horse, and some people came to pull Zheng Zhi, who was held down by the horse.

"Kill him, kill him!" Zheng Zhi's arm kept dancing in the air, and the person on horseback landed a few steps away from Zheng Zhi, and Zheng Zhi's waving arm was pointing at the person.

When the soldiers on the left and right heard this, they picked up their spears and plunged them into the ground.

Countless Jurchen men also swarmed towards that man.

Zheng Zhi propped his hands on the ground behind his back, and kept pulling his legs out from under the healthy horse, struggling for a long time before he got up from the ground.

The spear and the knife are gone, but there is a short blade at the waist. The short blade came out and met a mace raised high, short in shape, and the short blade pierced precisely into the junction of the armpits of a Jurchen iron armor, through the ribs, and straight into the chest.

But the short blade was stuck in the ribs like this, and it couldn't be pulled out. If it is a big blade like a spear, it will definitely not be stuck like this and cannot be drawn.

The word "killing red eyes" cannot describe Zheng Zhi at this time. Zheng Zhi, who had empty hands, clenched his casserole-sized fist, turned over and smashed it back, but Zheng Zhi didn't look back, as if he already knew that there was another person behind him, this is the talent of fighting, the sense of smell of fighting.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" An anxious shout.

Zheng Zhi had already closed his fist, and when he looked at it, it was Niu Da.

Niu Da's words came out, and he had already jumped in front of Zheng Zhitou and blocked in front of Zheng Zhi, this is his own soldiers, chaotic into such a battle situation, Niu Da rushed left and right to kill, just to find Zheng Zhitou. There were galloping knights ahead, horses and human bodies all over the ground.

The horses that came at the gallop staggered, and they no longer had the power to charge.

Zheng Zhi shook his head, and in a blink of an eye, the Jurchen who had landed on the ground had already been stabbed in the chest like a honeycomb. The Jurchens on the left and right roared incessantly, and went crazy and fought for their lives with the enemies on the left and right.

That's Wanyan Lou's room, dead!

Die in the midst of this chaos! Died at the hands of those ordinary soldiers.

The Jurchens on the left and right were already crazy, and they did not flinch even in the face of the sword soldiers, and even if the swords and spears entered the body, they vigorously swung this blade to die with these Song dogs.

Zheng Zhi swooped down and picked up a long knife on the ground and walked forward again.

Yang Zaixing also arrived in front of Zheng Zhi's head, and more and more pro-soldiers and soldiers once again wrapped Zheng Zhi up.

The shirtless Wang Yu suddenly appeared in Zheng Zhi's field of vision, covered in blood and panting. Wang Xun even blocked in front of Wang Yu, and came looking for Zheng Zhi with dozens of men in leather armor.

Zheng Zhi met his vision, nodded, and cast a determined gaze.

Wang Yu seemed to be full of strength again, killed several people in a row, and went straight to Zheng Zhi.