Wanyan Yan's mother watched Jiao Wentong hack to death the thousand households who supervised the war, but she was powerless to save it. Because Jiao Wentong's movements were too fast, the golden soldiers under the post were just about to rush to the post, and Jiao Wentong had already run back to the camp.

Wanyan Yan's mother didn't know Jiao Wentong, but he had heard of Jiao Wentong's bull. Now among the Jin soldiers, the name of the mad cow Jiao Wentong is also extremely loud. As a well-known general in the Jurchen army, Wanyan Yan's mother had long wanted to meet Jiao Wentong on the battlefield. Unexpectedly, as soon as Jiao Wentong made a move, he gave Yan Yan's mother a resounding slap.

You must know that although Wanyan Yanmu has 40,000 or 50,000 horses, there are only 5,000 real Jurchen soldiers. In the blink of an eye, Jiao Wentong resulted in more than 200 rides, how could he not make Wanyan Yan's mother angry.

"Jiao Wentong!" Wanyan Yanmu pulled out her waist knife and slashed into the air. "Beat the drums and keep attacking. Let the thousand households Harry be full with 1,000 gold athletes, and 3,000 Han'er to sign the army and continue the attack. Pass on my military order, as long as this camp is captured, whether it is the Han'er army or the signing army, those who are above the ten commanders will be converted to Jurchen. Kill Jiao Wentong, I will protect him as a Jurchen thousand-household. ”

In the Jurchen army, the Han army and the signing army were all slaves, and they all dreamed of becoming a Jurchen citizen. It's a pity that the naturalization of the Jurchens is too strict, and there are only more than 10,000 naturalized Jurchen soldiers. Now that Wanyan Yan's mother has offered such a reward, it suddenly made the eyes of the officers at all levels of the Han'er Army red. When charging, the Han'er army actually ran in front of the Jurchen elite, ignoring the corpse of the Han'er army on the gentle slope and falling to the ground.

Harry Man held a large shield in one hand, a large axe in the other, and was covered in iron armor, looking extremely majestic. Seeing the men in thin armor rushing forward like madmen, Harry smiled and said to his soldiers, "Who said that we Wanhu adults have courage and no strategy? The Wanyan family is all outstanding people. Look at the promise of the naturalized female true of the mother Wanhu, which inspired the courage of these Han dogs. ”

A pro-soldier with two scars on his face said unconvinced, "Lord Qianhu, if these Han dogs really set camp, could it be that Lord Wanhu really changed their nationality to Jurchen?" We Jurchens are the most noble people in the world, and these cowardly and incompetent Han dogs are not worthy of being our people. ”

Hariman laughed, "Zhehu, don't worry about this. They were given Jurchen nationality, and they could not get a piece of pasture. This world is destined to belong to our Jurchens. As it is now, the role of the Han Dog is to consume the crossbow arrows of the Protectors. If you want to break through the camp and enter, you have to look at the strong bow and hard knife of our Jurchen athletes. ”

The shrill sound of the wind sounded again. When the 3,000 Han army rushed to a hundred paces in front of the wall, the steel crossbow of the Protector Army was once again powerful. Thousands of steel crossbows once again shot deadly crossbow arrows at the thinly armored Han Er army. The bolts are powerful and can often come out of the body.

However, this wave of Han'er army attacks were significantly more tenacious. Even if the crossbow arrows of the Protector Army were like a raging storm, they still couldn't stop the charge of the Han Army. Some of the powerful Han soldiers lifted up the corpses on the ground, stopped in front of them as shields, and rushed over with a roar.

"These guys eat dog stuff inside and out!" Li Heng scolded fiercely and ordered loudly, "Five hundred archers continue to shoot with steel crossbows, and five hundred archers change to big bows and use the method of projectile." ”

Five hundred large bows threw long feathered arrows diagonally into the sky, and when the rising kinetic energy was exhausted, heavy iron arrows fell from the sky and landed right on the front of the Han army.

Plop plop, after a series of iron tools piercing the flesh, it was the screams of the Han Er army.

However, at this time, Harimon's 1,000 gold soldiers were also killed a hundred paces away. Hariman shouted, "Sons, show the Protectors our strongbows. ”

The five hundred Jurchen archers stopped their march and began to suppress the bows and crossbows of the Protectors with feathered arrows. The Jurchens used iron-tired hard bows, which could shoot large iron arrows 200 paces away. Feathered arrows fire at a much higher rate than steel crossbows. In order to achieve a perfect suppressive effect, the Jurchen archers fired five bows and arrows in the blink of an eye, some throwing and some direct, completely covering the back of the wall within a hundred paces.

Even though the Protector archers were all wearing chain mail and iron shackles, they still suffered many casualties under the strong bows of the Jurchens.

With a thud to the ground, an iron arrow fell from the sky, right through the back of the neck of a protector army, and came out of the throat. With a bang, an iron arrow hit the guard sergeant in the chest, but it was blocked by chain mail. But the massive impact made the Protector stroop back. One of the Protector archers let out a scream, and two iron arrows fell from a great height, piercing both of his buttocks. He yelled and scolded the golden dog, but he never dropped the steel crossbow in his hand.

When attacking the camp guarded by the homeless, the Jurchens were often able to shoot the homeless people behind the wall with a single round of bows and arrows. Even the camp guarded by Zhang Yong in Yuanyang was beaten down by the Jurchens purely with a strong bow.

But under the same strong bow blow, the Protector showed remarkable tenacity. Even if the iron arrows flew over his head, even if his comrades kept falling, the protector archers still did not stop shooting. The crossbowmen still shot straight forward, and the feathered archers still threw into the air, weaving a web of death within a hundred paces of the wall.

But even so, the Protector's arrow net is still a little sparse. On the battlefield, even the slightest loophole can be caught by the enemy. Harimon seized the opportunity.

The speed of the attack of the five hundred Jurchen athletes suddenly increased tenfold. Don't look at these Jurchen soldiers, all of whom are wearing heavy armor, carrying big shields, long knives and giant axes, and they are uphill, but they are still running like flying. In a few breaths, five hundred Jurchen soldiers had already killed under the wall.

Zhehu threw away the big shield, raised the big axe high, and slashed it on the log of the wall. A log, waist-thick, was cut with an axe. Zhehu exhaled, and another axe was slashed, and this time the wall began to shake. Zhehu laughed wildly, picked up the big axe, and was about to make another axe, when a spear suddenly stretched out from between the gaps in the logs of the wall, which was as fast as lightning, and stabbed into Zhehu's throat with a bang.

Zhehu's eyes suddenly protruded, and he threw away the giant axe, grasping the head of the spear with both hands, trying to break it. But the spear swooped back, and then stabbed out from behind another log, killing a golden soldier again.

The one holding the spear was Zhang Yongzhang Mangdang. The archers had retreated a few dozen paces to the wall. Now the guards on the wall are the 3,000 homeless spearmen led by Zhang Yongzhang Qinghe Lin.

Zhang Yongyi is a master, so he is naturally a shot. Although He Lin is only an outcast, he also has a good strength, and he can break through the three-layer heavy armor of the Jurchens with a single shot. But the rest of the outcasts can't do that. Sometimes, a shot was stabbed and the head of the spear was broken on the armor of the Jurchens. Sometimes, the quick-eyed Jurchens snatched the spear, pulled the homeless people to the wall, and stabbed them to death.

Overall, however, the displaced people have taken a huge advantage. With the current combat strength of the displaced people, they naturally can't fight hand-to-hand with the Jurchen athletes. But across a wall, a spear kept poking out from the hole of the gun, which is something that every homeless person can do.

The Jurchens also burst out with real combat power. They cut down logs while intercepting the spears that were stabbing indiscriminately, and in a matter of a quarter of an hour, they cut several gaps in the wall.

Qianhu Hariman strode across the gap, slashed the big axe in his hand, opened two stabbed spears, and then slashed the two homeless people in half. Then he took a step forward, and the axe swept away, swinging out a few stabbing spears again.

Harimon was so brave that his own soldiers did not dare to slack off, and rushed into the wall, crowded around the thousands of households, and kept slashing and killing the homeless people around him.

In the past, there was such a scene, and almost the village belonged to the Jurchens. This time, however, there was only a brief riot among the displaced people, and they immediately stabilized their position again. Because Li Heng led three hundred heavily armored infantry, armed with long knives, he directly stopped in front of the Jurchens who broke into the village.

"Cut!"

Li Heng's thunderous voice roared again.

Three hundred long knives were cut down with a brush, like an indestructible mountain of knives. Hariman was just one step away from being dismembered by a dozen long knives. Two of his own soldiers saved him. They used two long knives to stop more than a dozen long knives, but their strength couldn't stop so many long knives, and the long knives came out of their hands, and the people were also cut into more than a dozen pieces.

"Enter!" Li Heng's voice was like thunder.

"Cut!" Three hundred heavily armored infantry advanced step by step, slashing at a time, without mercy. Harry was furious, but he could only retreat step by step. In the face of such a mountain of swords, even the conceited and brave Hariman did not dare to attack him directly.

At this time, there were already more than 200 Jin soldiers who rushed into Dazhai, but under the sword formation of the heavy infantry, seventy or eighty people fell in a blink of an eye. The remaining Jin soldiers either escaped from the camp through the gap or charged on both sides, trying to avoid the blades of the hoplites and crush the displaced people first.

However, the exiles were also courageously aroused by Li Heng's invincible heavy infantry. Zhang Yong, He Lin, Zhang Qing, Zhao Shilong, and Li Wang followed the same example, forming a rolling gun formation of the homeless, and no longer letting the homeless and Jin soldiers fight alone, but more than a dozen spears attacked together. A martial artist may not be able to block three guns from attacking at the same time, let alone the reckless men of the Jurchens.

After dozens of more people were broken, Harimon finally shouted the order to withdraw. Hariman did not dare not withdraw from the wall. In a short time, thirty of his own soldiers were destroyed, and he himself was shot twice in the left leg.

But Harimon did not dare to go back any further. Because Wanyan Yan's mother under the post not only did not withdraw the troops, but beat the marching drum again, and once again sent a thousand Jurchen elites and two thousand Han old soldiers. It seems that Wanyan Yan's mother thought that the defeat of the Protector Army was imminent.

My lord, these protectors are not as easy to deal with as homeless people. Harry lamented in his heart.

Five hundred Jurchen strong archers began to suppress their bows and arrows again. However, this time, Xu Xuan, who was standing on the corner tower to command the battle, no longer let the strong archers shoot at the Jin soldiers. Instead, the strong archers were withdrawn and a thousand gunmen were sent.

"Throw!"

Xu Xuan gave an order, and a thousand short guns flew out from the wall, completely covering the remnants of Hariman who were resting on the shield wall. The short gun is no better than the steel crossbow, although the distance is short, but the armor-piercing performance is definitely the strongest in the world. Even though the Jurchen soldiers wore three layers of heavy armor, they still suffered heavy casualties under this wave of throwing gun attacks. The spear can still kill and injure the golden soldier even after piercing the shield.

The hapless Harimon was shot again, and a shot pierced his big foot, nailing his right foot to the ground. As he screamed in the sky, a throwing gun went into his mouth.