Wanyan Zongbi couldn't have imagined that more than a thousand Mongolian soldiers couldn't even hold on to a cup of tea, and they were killed. According to Zong Bi's plan, as long as Meng Lie could entangle the Protector Army, after he led a large group of Jin soldiers to catch up, he could wipe out the Protector Army here. But when he came to the section of the road where the two sides were fighting, he only saw a Zhangba spear stuck in the ground, and the body of Meng Lie was still hanging on the barrel. Many of the other Mongol soldiers were also left dead in the area.

"Han Chang!"

Zong Bi saw at a glance that this iron spear was Han Chang's weapon, and knowing that this was Han Chang's demonstration to himself, two words immediately burst out from between his teeth.

Zong Bi raised his eyes and looked at Caozhou City, which was three miles away, and there were dazzling fires above and below the city. The sound of the high fighting came along the night wind, and it sounded extremely clear and extremely tragic.

"Kill Song Pig!"

Under the bright torches and the dim stars and moon, the Jurchen cavalry raised their swords and charged the infantry phalanx of the Protectors from all sides. The sturdy horses neighed loudly, and the mere rush could knock the front row of the militia to pieces and shatter their cuirasses and fly backwards.

And the wielded saber, the mace held aloft, once it falls, will take away a life. In the eager sound of golden drums, the blood in the bodies of the Jurchen cavalry was ignited, and they shouted and fought hard, desperately slashing the infantry in front of them.

He raised his sword and cut off the head of one of the protectors who stood in front of the horse to the ground. The scimitar swirled, its sharp blade slicing through the neck of one of the Protector pawns that had circled around his right.

I have to say that the Jurchen tribe at this time was at its peak. Every captain is not Lang's name. Although Fusan Zhongshi is not as good as the eldest brother Fusan Zhonglie, the reason why he can become a Jurchen Wanhu is because of his sister's pillow wind. But when the two armies were fighting, the servant was also extremely brave. With the protection of hundreds of personal guards, Fusan Zhongshi repeatedly broke into the Protector Army's array, and a saber was already dyed red by the blood of the Protector Army.

And Jiagutu, who was born as a pawn, did not charge, he stood under the banner, constantly giving orders, ordering one by one Jurchen thousand people to attack from time to time, and sometimes to return to the army to rest. Seeing that a Jurchen thousand-person team that had just attacked broke into the Protector Army's phalanx for dozens of steps, and was about to chisel a gap in the phalanx, a cruel smile appeared on Jia Gutu's cold face.

It's going to be victorious. Finally victory. Jia Gu Tu was so excited that he clenched his hands into fists, almost shouting loudly. As long as he rushed forward a few dozen steps, the well-organized infantry phalanx was scattered. Once the infantry is scattered, there is only one end in front of the cavalry with their swords raised, and that is death.

"Kill the Golden Dog!"

With a hoarse roar, Lao Meng An led more than a hundred big men with long knives to stop on the tip of the Jurchen thousand-person team again. The armor on his body had already been cut off, so he simply tore off the armor and went bare, revealing a body of strong muscles. At this time, the old Meng An had already become a bloody man. All over his body, there was blood. There was the blood of his enemies, and the blood of his comrades, and his own.

The long knife was like lightning, and it slashed straight at a horse's head. With the muffled neighing of the war horse, the long knife was drawn horizontally, and the Jurchen warriors who rushed to the front were cut into two pieces by their waists. Old Meng An sideways avoided the crooked war horse, strode forward, bent down and dodged two maces, the long knife swept half a foot above the ground, and chopped off the four horses' legs again.

However, a war horse planted in front of him suddenly crashed into Meng An's chest, and Meng An took seven or eight steps backwards, almost hitting his own spear.

Meng An's chest turned up with blood, and he almost wanted to spit out, but Meng An gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood again. The long knife was raised and rushed towards the Jurchen thousand people again.

This thousand-man squad must be expelled from the formation. Otherwise, the whole army will collapse.

It's not just Meng An who thinks so. More than 100 men armed with long knives all thought the same way. They were the brave warriors chosen from the army of nine thousand protectors. After picking five hundred warriors, after half an hour of fighting, there are only so many left.

"Kill the Golden Dog!"

More than 100 long knives go in and out together, and when they go down, they are often broken. Although the long knives in their hands are not as good as the Tang Army's Mo Dao, their tactics are exactly the tactics of the Mo Dao.

Long knives are like mountains, and they line up the wall.

A strong man had just slashed the war horse in front of him with a knife, and before he could withdraw his weapon, the golden soldier on the horse had already jumped from the horse with a strange scream, and the mace was smashed high, ready to die with the strong man.

A flash of lightning-like sword light swept through the air, and the golden soldier had been cut to the ground. Meng An flicked his long beard under his chin and roared in a hissed voice, "Pillar, spirit point." Don't let the golden dog take advantage. ”

Seeing that Meng An was so fierce, the head of the Jin Soldier Thousand Households immediately led two guards and rushed over at Meng An.

Meng An waved his long knife and slashed over the two Jurchen guards in a row. However, the big sword in the hands of Jin Bing Qianhu flipped over, and Meng An's long knife was out of the circle. Immediately, the long sword swept and went straight to Meng An's chest.

Meng An was about to put away his knife to block, when he suddenly felt a cramping pain in his heart. The pain was fleeting, but Meng An missed the opportunity to block the iron sword.

"Die, old thing!"

The golden soldier smiled evilly, and the big sword accelerated again. But when the big sword slashed in front of Meng An's chest, the pillar flew and pounced, placing his body in front of Meng An.

Meng An escaped, but the pillar was cut down by the sword of the golden soldier Qianhu. The pillar hissed miserably, "Golden dog, I'll go to your ......." ”

"Pillars!" Meng An's eyes were split.

The pillar is a native of Dengzhou. In order to avoid the rebellion, he used a wheelbarrow to push the sick old lady from Dengzhou to Yingtianfu. After joining the army, the pillar became Zhihu's personal guard. When participating in the death squad, Zhu Zi also smiled at his colleagues and said that his wife had already found him a local girl, and after this battle, he would go back to get married.

The laughter of the pillar is still in the ears, but the man has died on the battlefield.

"Golden dog, I'll go to your grandma!" Lao Meng An wiped a handful of tears, finished the unfinished words for the pillar, roared wildly, jumped up five feet high on the spot, and slashed Huashan with a long knife, aiming at Qianhu.

Seeing Meng An's fierce approach, Qianhu hurriedly held the sword in both hands and placed it across his head. However, Meng An's sword was angry, and its strength was heavy, and it was not something that could be stopped by a big sword at all.

With a click, the big sword was cut in two with one sword, and the blade slashed at the iron helmet of Qianhu, and the helmet was cut in half. Then he continued to fall, cutting a gap in Qianhu's head.

It's a pity that the long knife has no power left, and it can no longer cut a thousand households in half.

Chino, who had escaped death, screamed like a woman, beat his horse and fled to the rear. Although Meng An's knife failed to kill him, it cut his guts. Since then, there has been one more timid head of a thousand households in the Jin soldiers, who does not compete for the first place in every battle, and must retreat every time he fights. This is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.

As soon as Qianhu fled, of course, his subordinates also fled. More than 100 strong men sacrificed more than 20 big men, and finally blocked the gap that was broken away by the Jin soldiers.

"Rubbish!"

Jia Gu Tu saw it clearly, scolded fiercely, waved the command flag in his hand, and another Jurchen thousand-person team that had been gathering momentum for a long time rushed towards the Protector Army formation.

At this time, the Protector Army no longer sang full of Jianghong. They used the simplest slogan.

"Golden dog, I'll go to your grandma!"

Thousands of people shouted this sentence in unison, and it was really like a thunderbolt and extremely majestic. Although the soldiers of Han'er, who had returned to the Jin army, hid in a safe place, they were all extremely ashamed to hear it.

Warriors have always been respected. The warrior is like a bronze mirror, allowing the cowards to see their own small souls.

"Kill Song Pig!"

Fusan Zhongshi was also crazy at this time. Half of his hundred guards had been broken, and they still couldn't break through the defense line of the great sword Xinzan. What made Fusan Zhongshi even more angry was that his opponent was obviously a limping black-bearded old man, and he couldn't even take advantage of it. This made the conceited and brave Fusan Zhongshi furious, and he returned to the banner of Jiagutu, borrowed a hundred guards from Jiagutu, and rushed over to Xin Zan again.

Jiagutu did not persuade the servant to scatter the Zhongshi. The war has reached this point, and all the strategies have lost their effect. What is needed here is not a strategist, but a warrior. Although he was reckless, he was the most needed warrior on the battlefield. As long as the Fusan Zhongshi can kill Xin Zan, those people who are not the same color as the Protector Army will collapse the whole army.

With the help of a hundred fierce tiger-like guards, the attack of Fusan Zhongshi became sharper. He led ten of the bravest guards, aimed at Xin Zan, and repeatedly assaulted. Although Xinzan was also guarded by personal guards, the infantry had a natural disadvantage compared to the cavalry. Xin Zan's personal guards are all rangers, and when it comes to fighting alone, you can kill these Jurchen guards in seconds. But in the face of the army's tactics, they are taking care of one thing and losing the other.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of Xinzan's personal guards were lost. Xin Zan had no choice but to hold an iron sword and lead his guards to fight and retreat. Retreat all the way to the pikes in the inner circle. With the help of the cover of the pikemen, he was able to stop the attack of the Fusan Zhongshi.

Xin Zan's side held on, but the rear that Master Zhihun was in charge of was broken in by a Jurchen thousand-person team. The iron rod of Master Zhihun with only one arm left was like the wind, shouting a fierce battle, but it still couldn't stop the crazy Jurchen thousand-person team.

This Jurchen Qianhu was very good at using soldiers, and after his cavalry broke through the infantry phalanx for dozens of steps, he suddenly circled around and killed the phalanx diagonally. After the horses' hooves of the Jurchen thousand-man team, they fell to the ground and died without looking at the warriors.

Before the Protectors had time to cover the gap in the phalanx, the Jurchen thousand-man soldiers who had just come out of the phalanx divided into two ways and killed along the gap again. After three repeated attacks, the rear of the infantry phalanx finally collapsed.

As long as the rear collapsed, the Jin soldiers would be able to directly sweep the entire phalanx into it with the killing method of inverting the bead curtain.

Jia Gu Tu saw it clearly, and laughed and said, "This kid who dragged the Tiger Tower is a general. Well done. In order to defeat the Protectors more quickly, Jiagutu immediately dispatched two more thousand-strong troops and ordered them to bypass the battle formation and enter the Protector Phalanx from the rear.

At this time, there were only three hundred guards left around Jiagutu, and three Jurchen thousand-person teams. Except for a few hundred pro-health dragons and tigers, eager to try, the three thousand-man teams are all incomplete and have just retreated from the fight with the Protector Army. All the soldiers were out of breath.

Jia Gutu secretly said in his heart, these Protectors can really be called a strong army. Not only is the combat power strong, but the fighting spirit is even more tenacious. But no matter how strong you are, you will be wiped out here tonight. I'm looking forward to a lot of success, haha.

Jia Gutu was dreaming when suddenly the sound of horses' hooves came from the direction of the camp. Jiagu suddenly looked at it, but saw that the 5,000 Han cavalry who had just rushed to the aid of the old camp had been killed like a whirlwind. The first two generals were Han Chang Hallyu.