Wang Yan was determined to withdraw the army to Qingfeng Ridge. A month ago, Wang Yan led a mighty 70,000 righteous army to Taihang and set up a large camp on the southern line of Mengzhou. The large camp was located between the Happy Forest and the Crouching Tiger Slope, which happened to choke Zong Han's march route.

Facing Zong Han's 300,000 army that he couldn't see at a glance, Wang Yan decisively chose to shake hard. Niu Gao crossed Jishui and joined forces with Wang Yan, and even defended the Mengzhou camp impenetrable.

However, a month's fighting also greatly reduced the strength of the rebels. Niu Gao's Third Division had 15,000 men and more than 3,000 dead and wounded. Wang Yan's 70,000 rebel army suffered nearly 40,000 casualties. It's not that Niu Gao is treacherous in the war, but that Wang Yanjun's equipment is too poor.

Of the 70,000 rebels, there were only more than 5,000 people in armor. If you count the iron armor, leather armor, and cotton armor, there are only 12,000 people wearing armor. Most of the other rebels wore tattered winter jackets, armed with rudimentary weapons, and fought against the golden soldiers armed to the teeth. You must know that under the command of Zong Han, even the Han'er Army, which acts as cannon fodder, is mostly wearing iron armor.

Every time the golden soldier attacks, the bow and arrow go first. The grown iron arrows shot at the camp in waves, and the rebels who defended the fortress always suffered heavy casualties before they saw the face of the Jin soldiers. Of the 40,000 casualties, at least 20,000 died before the arrival of the Niu Gao army.

To tell the truth, if Niu Gao hadn't lured Zong Han back to his division, and then crossed Jishui to aid Mengzhou, Wang Yan's 70,000 rebel army would have collapsed long ago.

The 3rd Division came to Mengzhou and quickly formed a stalemate with Zonghan's army. The third division of 15,000 people, each of whom had a fine armor. The cavalry regiment of 3,000 people is even more exaggerated, in addition to the men and horses are all wearing fine armor, and the weapons equipped are also 100 steel swords. And each man was equipped with ten throwing spears, and a hand crossbow with ten arrows.

However, with the transfer of time, the numerical advantage of the golden soldiers gradually appeared. Faced with a one-mile-wide march route, the Jin soldiers invested at least five thousand battalions in each attack. Now three of the five strongholds have been lost. The fourth stronghold was also crumbling.

In recent days, the Jin soldiers on the opposite side suddenly launched a crazy attack, launching an attack day and night. The pressure on the rebels increased greatly, and the number of casualties increased rapidly. Deserters have already appeared in Wang Yan's rebel army. After all, no matter how elite the army is, it will collapse if the casualties are close to one-third. What's more, more than half of Wang Yanbu's casualties have already been lost. If it weren't for the fact that these rebels all had a grudge against the Jurchens, they would have dispersed in a hurry half a month ago.

When Yue Fei came to Mengzhou, the rebels and Jin soldiers were fighting desperately within a distance of 100 meters between the fifth and fourth camps. All the generals who could fight the rebels rushed to the front line. Niu Gao with a double hammer, Wang Yan with a big gun, Fu Qing with a big knife with a big knife, Fu Xuan with a double knife, and Jiao Wentong with a big white bull are all covered in blood, like killing gods and reincarnating.

Even so, the Jin soldiers still fought to the death. The Jurchen Wanhu Sari Shige, who commanded the attacking camp, did not dare to retreat, and Wang Jue, the Wanhu of the Han army, who commanded the attacking camp, did not dare to retreat. Just 500 meters outside the camp, a banner written in Jurchen script was flying fiercely. Under the banner is Wanyan Zonghan, who personally supervised the battle.

Zong Han was over fifty years old, and his half-life campaign made him look older than normal. His face already had criss-crossing wrinkles. But at this moment, Wanyan Zonghan, who was wearing iron armor and holding a golden sword in his hand, made everyone forget his age. Because the murderous aura on his body is too heavy.

There is a circle of generals standing around Zong Han, at least at the level of a thousand Jurchen households, and only the generals of the Han Army at the level of ten thousand households are qualified to stand by Zong Han's side. But these generals who command thousands of troops are now all apprehensive and silent.

Just under the flag, a dozen heads were hung. If Yue Fei came here, he would definitely be able to see that there was a head that was none other than Tuoba Yewu, who had been lost for a long time. Tuoba Yewu, who was good at escaping, escaped Yue Fei's pursuit, but was killed by Wanyan Zonghan himself.

Zong Han gave the death order to the rebel camp within three days, and now seven days later, the two sides are still fighting for the last barracks. On the third day, Wan Hu Sanlie personally rushed to the front line, but was stomped off his left arm by Fu Xuan. But Fu Sanlie was a blessing in disguise, and because he was seriously injured, he escaped Zong Han's military law. And Tuoba Yewu, who has always been slippery, was honored to be stabbed by Zong Han because he was not injured at all after three days.

Zong Han's face was as pale as iron, his eyes were like hungry eagles, staring at the battlefield of flesh and blood. He bent his fingers one by one, straightened them one by one, and finally said in a cold voice, "Song Jun is almost finished." As long as they are beaten down with this desperate momentum, they will definitely abandon the base and flee. ”

At this time, only Wanyan Xiyin dared to speak. Wanyan Xiyin said disapprehantly, "Zong Han is extremely fierce, we captured the fourth camp four days ago, and now we are still fighting in the fourth camp. The tenacity of these Song dogs can almost be compared to our Jurchen iron horses. To put it pessimistically, I don't even know how to break them. ”

Wanyan Zonghan glanced at Wanyan Xiyin, stretched out his left hand to point to the battlefield, and said with a smile, "Prime Minister, take a closer look, who are the people fighting on the battlefield now?" ”

Wanyan Xiyin pretended to look at it, and then said a little ashamedly, "I don't have good eyes, I really can't see the battlefield situation clearly." ”

Jin 13 hurriedly explained, "Prime Minister, now all the generals of the Song Army have rushed up, and all the elites of the righteous army wearing iron armor are fighting on the front line. None of the mud legs in the old days were gone. This shows that the Song army has taken out the last strength. ”

Wanyan Zonghan nodded, "Not bad." The Song army is already at the end of its power. However, in order to kill all these Song pigs before sunset, we need to add more force. Amu Liuhe! ”

Zong Han's personal guard commander Amu Liuhe immediately replied loudly, "The end will be there." ”

"I'll give you three hundred Flying Tiger Army, and you go and take down that Jiao Wentong's head for me."

As soon as they heard that Zong Han was going to dispatch the Flying Tiger Army, all the generals gasped. The Flying Tiger Army can be said to be the elite of the Jurchen elite, with only more than 5,000 people in the country. Wanyan Zongjun, who guarded the Huanglong Mansion, was the commander of the Flying Tiger Army. However, in addition to the Flying Tiger Army of Huanglong Mansion, several Bo Jilie also had three hundred Flying Tiger Army around them.

Every time the battle reaches the last moment, as long as the Flying Tiger Army is dispatched, the enemy army will be defeated. This time, Song Jun, who wanted to come to the opposite side, was no exception. Only Amu Liuhe was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reflected that Jiao Wentong was the Song general who rode the red bull.

If Jiao Wen informed Dao Amu Liuhe's thoughts, he would definitely correct him loudly, Golden Dog, your Jiao Ye's bull is white. The reason why it became Red Bull is because it is stained with the blood of your golden dogs.

The three hundred Flying Tiger Army are neatly draped, almost a steel fortress of activity. Whether it is a man or a war horse, all of them are covered by iron leaves. The horse's head is covered with a waistcoat, and the man's head is covered with fine iron armor.

Amu Liuhe pulled down his visor and said in a deep voice, "Flying Tiger Army, attack." ”

The three hundred moving steel fortresses began to run slowly, and the Jurchen troops in front of them consciously moved out of the way. Although the acceleration of the Flying Tiger Army was slow, after running more than 400 meters, the horse's speed had already increased. Even though the Flying Tigers let go of the horse speed, the queue was still extremely tight, and the distance between the horses was only two meters.

The heavy iron hooves shook the rocky strongholds. The soldiers of both sides of the battle on the battlefield almost unanimously stopped fighting and turned their heads to look at the Flying Tiger Army that was rolling in like a tide of rage.

Jin Bing let out a cheer. And Song Jun let out an exclamation. After fighting with Jin Bing for a month, it was the first time I saw an army wrapped in iron sheets. And Wang Yan and Niu Gao's faces changed almost at the same time.

Wang Yan shouted, "It's not good. This is the Iron Float of the Golden Dog. "The Flying Tiger Army of the Jin Soldiers is here in the Song Kingdom, and it is all called the Iron Floating Massacre.

Niu Gao found that the Flying Tiger Army was running in the direction of Jiao Wentong, "It seems that the Golden Dog is ready to crush the morale of our army." ”

Wang Yan also discovered the purpose of the Flying Tiger Army, and immediately shouted at the top of his throat, "Fu Qing, take your fifty personal guards, follow me, and we will rescue Jiao Wentong." ”

Niu Gao also shouted dozens of the most brave and combative soldiers at this time, and also jumped his horse to kill in the direction of Jiao Wentong.

The reason why Niu Gao Wang Yan was so nervous about Jiao Wentong was because in this month's battle, Jiao Wentong, who was riding a white bull, seemed to have become the fighting spirit of the rebels.

Jiao Wentong's martial arts are not the highest, but he is not afraid of death, but even the fierce man Fu Qing is willing to bow down. What's more, the big white bull he rode was so conspicuous that every time they fought, the rebels would see the white bull rush to the front, and then be stained red by the blood of the golden soldiers. And when retreating, Jiao Wentong was always the last to retreat from the barracks.

The favorite of ordinary soldiers is not the general with the highest martial arts, but the general who takes the lead but dares to be behind. Jiao Wentong conquered the hearts of tens of thousands of righteous soldiers with his performance.

Zong Han's vision is extremely spicy, and after just two days of observation, he can see that Jiao Wentong, whose martial arts are not the highest, is the fighting spirit of the righteous army. So he ordered Amuliuge to defeat Jiao Wentong first.

Jiao Wentong, who was shouting and fighting, of course, also saw the Flying Tiger Army that was coming. But Jiao Wentong never knew what fear was, and the murderous aura of the Flying Tiger Army not only did not make him retreat, but aroused his fighting spirit even more.

Jiao Wentong danced his long knife, urged the bull under his crotch, and rushed directly towards the Flying Tiger Army.

"The golden dog suffers death!"

Jiao Wentong shouted angrily, and the long knife was like lightning, slashing directly at the chest of a Flying Tiger Army. The Flying Tiger Army did not dodge or dodge, and also slashed at Jiao Wentong's left shoulder.

Listening to Qiang's voice, Jiao Wentong's long knife didn't cut through the breastplate of the Flying Tiger Army. However, the inertia of dozens of catties of broadsword still made this brave Flying Tiger Army spit out a mouthful of blood.

Jiao Wentong dodged the big knife and urged the ox forward again. The big bull lowered his head and collided with the Flying Tiger Army's warhorse. The two sharp-sized knives on the horns of the bull finally pierced the iron armor on the horse, and the horse neighed and fell to the side.

At this time, the other Flying Tiger Army had already been killed.

Jiao Wentong danced his broadsword, flipped up and down, and blocked the weapons of the Flying Tiger Army back and forth. Jiao Wentong, who has never had a general under the sword, did not cut down a single Flying Tiger Army, and he suffered three minor injuries.

And the Song army beside Jiao Wentong could almost be said to be crushed at the touch of a touch under the rush of the Flying Tiger Army. Even Jiao Wentong's twenty personal soldiers fell fourteen in one shot.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiao Wentong saw the familiar soldiers fall to the ground and die, and he couldn't help but tear his eyes. But he was powerless to save the soldiers behind him. Because even he himself was in great danger.