The wise and martial Zhao Gou put his hope of destroying the Protector Army on the Jin soldiers, who were about to march south. He hoped that the Jin soldiers would be able to wipe out the Protector Army and turn the prosperous Yingtianfu into ruins. But he also hoped that Yue Fei could lead the Protector Army to resist a little more tenaciously, and it was best to beat the Jin soldiers to the ground, then it would be the best of both worlds.

If Pucha Shi Jianu knew Zhao Gou's thoughts, he would definitely laugh and praise Zhao Gou for being a good student who likes to be whimsical. Daikin Iron Cavalry is invincible, and this world is destined to be Dajin's. Wouldn't it be better to kill Yue Fei first, and then cross the Yangtze River to slaughter Zhao Gou.

But Pucha Shi Jianu didn't know that if he wanted to kill Yue Fei under Xiangzhou City, he had to pass Fu Qing's level first.

Fu Qing was originally a Weizhou kiln household, and most of the hundreds of brothers who followed him were also from pottery households. Half a month ago, none of them thought of raising troops against Kim. The potters were hard workers, and they were all people living at the bottom of society, both in Kim and Song. Therefore, the Jin soldiers occupied Weizhou, and these potters did not rise up. They just want to burn their kiln so that they can eat enough.

Fu Qing is brave, but he has no ambitions. What's the use of ambition? His grandfather was a potter, his father was a potter, and in Fu Qing's generation, he was still a potter. In addition to burning the kiln every day, Fu Qing's favorite thing is to drink and gamble. All the money from the kiln was thrown into the gambling houses and taverns. Fu Qing originally wanted to live like this for the rest of his life, and in another two years, he would find a big-ass mother-in-law, give birth to a son, and just keep the Fu family's incense. Who does he care about when he comes to this land to be the master? Anyway, when the Great Song Dynasty was in charge, they were also living a bitter life.

Although after the Pucha Shi slaves occupied Weizhou, there was often news that a certain wealthy family was raided and destroyed, but after it reached the kiln, these kiln households not only did not sympathize, but even had a trace of happiness. Anyway, these big families are rich and unkind. But gradually, the army of golden dogs began to burn and loot entire villages, rich and poor. Half a month ago, Pu Chading led hundreds of gold soldiers to the kiln in the mountains and went on a killing spree. Although hundreds of potters fought back, how could the flesh and blood block the Jurchen Iron Horse, and the large kiln of thousands of people was completely killed, and only hundreds of fast-footed men ran out. Unfortunately, that day, Fu Qing went out of the mountain to gamble. When he lost all the money on his body, Jiao'er Lang returned to the kiln, but only saw a corpse, covered with blood. His dear father, an old kiln farmer who had burned the kiln all his life, fell at the mouth of the kiln, and his body was cut into two pieces.

Looking at his father's corpse, Fu Qing didn't shed a single tear. He led hundreds of surviving men to bury the bodies of their relatives, and then set fire to the kiln. In the following half a month, Fu Qing let the others hide in the crop field, and one person constantly attacked the lone Jin soldiers everywhere.

Of course, in Fu Qing's opinion, as long as there are no more than thirty golden soldiers together, they are lone golden soldiers. In more than ten days, Fu Qing attacked and killed hundreds of gold soldiers alone, although most of them were servant soldiers, but he also got some broken leather armor and some inferior weapons for the brothers. This time, Fu Qing was ambushed on the Tiger Ridge, just to give Pucha Shijianu a surprise attack.

Pucha Shijianu never expected that before he left Weizhou, someone would target his head. Because Jin 13 was unhappy that he let himself lead the army to the battle, Pucha Shijianu ordered the army to slaughter two villages in a row, and the sullenness in his heart was dissipated.

Five thousand murderous Jin troops, with the blood of the Song people on their swords, and the sound of horses' hooves like thunder, trampled on the high heavens and thick soil of the Central Plains. Hundreds of golden scouts rode healthy horses, holding long weapons in their hands, carrying longbows on their backs, and more than a dozen unexpectedly long iron arrows dangling in their quivers. All the scouts were sharp-eyed, constantly watching the road ahead.

There was a sudden shaking in the deserted fields by the roadside, and a dozen long arrows were fired at the place almost simultaneously with a whoosh. A hare was nailed to the ground by a dozen long arrows and turned into a hedgehog.

Although most of the 10,000 Jurchen soldiers stationed in Weizhou are still mature Jurchens, when it comes to combat effectiveness, they are still not as good as the raw Jurchens who have just come out of the deep mountains and old forests. But these Jurchen soldiers who were selected as scouts were mostly elite soldiers in a hundred battles, and in terms of combat power, they were definitely not inferior to the Jurchens.

After walking to the bend in Tiger Ridge, a Jurchen scout with three or five scars on his face suddenly pricked up his ears, pulled out the longbow in his hand, and aimed at the path leading to the ground in Tiger Ridge.

It turned out that it was a civilian soldier who was lying in ambush in the grass on the ridge because his legs were numb because he had been lying on his stomach for too long, so he carefully stretched his legs. But with this stretch of his leg, a small stone at his feet rolled down the ridge. It was this movement that caught the attention of the Jurchen scouts.

I saw dozens of Jurchen scouts pulling their longbows at the foot of the ridge and covering the small Tiger Ridge to death, while other Jurchen scouts carried weapons and carefully walked up the ridge to search. All the Nationalists held their breath.

The Jurchen scouts who came up the ridge were all fierce men in the Jurchen army, all of them about the same length and width, like a large water tank wearing armor. A scout with a mace walked in the front, and suddenly saw a big black man with a long knife standing in the grass, stretching lazily, grinning at himself, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth.

The scout just shouted, "Song Zhu, still don't accept your life?" Then he saw the big man's long knife slashing through his neck like lightning, and a huge head rolled down the ridge with a grunt.

The Jurchen scouts above and below the ridge shouted loudly at the same time. One of the scouts took off their horns and began to whirl. This is to remind the brigade of Pucha Shi's slaves that there is an ambush ahead.

At this time, the potters who were hiding in the grass also stood up. But in the time that they stood out of the grass, Fu Qing had already put down seven or eight scouts like chopping melons and vegetables.

These battle-hardened Jurchen scouts were under the hands of the fierce man Fu Qing, and they had no backhand power at all. Some didn't even have time to raise the weapons in their hands, so they were cut into two pieces by Fu Qing. Some raised their weapons, but they were still stabbed down by Fu Qing, and even the people with their weapons were cut into two pieces.

The Jurchen scouts below the ridge began to fire arrows at the ridge. Long iron arrows swooped down the hill with a whistling sound, and soon a dozen potters fell. Fu Qing was furious, handed over the few surviving Jurchen scouts on the ridge to the brothers to clean up, and one person carried a long knife and killed the Tiger Ridge.

When the Jurchen scout saw Fu Qing coming down the mountain, he knew that he was not Fu Qing's opponent, and immediately blocked Fu Qing's way with a long arrow. Fu Qing's long knife unfolded, covering his body, and rushed down. When he rushed to a height of more than a foot above the ground, he suddenly jumped down and landed right on the scout horse with a scar on his face.

Fu Qing is tall, and the weight of the long sword and armor is at least three or four hundred catties. In addition, he jumped from a height and accelerated by gravity, and when he landed, he smashed the best Jurchen war horse to the ground.

The scarred Jurchen scout was taken aback, but not flustered, and shouted, "Good time." He threw away the mace in his hand and reached out to pull Fu Qing's neck. This scout is good at wrestling, and is ready to break Fu Qing's neck.

The distance between the two was too close, and Fu Qing couldn't use the long knife in his hand. But Fu Qing didn't intend to use the weapon, but turned sideways, and with a heavy shoulder hit, he broke the sternum of the tall Jurchen scout, and the person flew out.

At this time, several other scouts came over with prancing horses, and the weapons in their hands were headless and brainless towards Fu Qing. Fu Qing rolled over on the spot and flashed to the side. The long knife in his hand was a foot and a half high above the ground, and with a sweep, several horse legs were cut off in an instant.

As soon as the Jurchen scout who fell to the ground wanted to get up, he saw a door-like knife coming into the air, and a big head flew into the air.

The long knife in Fu Qing's hand was like a reaper of death, and every time he cut it out, it would result in a Jurchen scout. Although he was the only one who jumped down the mountain, there were seventy or eighty Jurchen scouts, and all of them were veterans of a hundred battles, but they were cut back by him with a big knife, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were killed and injured.

Hearing the bull's horn sounded by the scouts, Pucha Shijianu not only did not stop the army, but rushed forward at a faster speed. Because he wanted to see that this was not out of Weizhou, and someone dared to put a tiger's whisker on his head.

When he saw dozens of Jurchen scouts being chased and slashed by a big man, he couldn't help frowning and shouted, "You fools! went up together and cut down this Song people. ”

Jin 13 just glanced at it, then shook his head and said, "General Pucha, this man is not something that the scouts of the squad can deal with. Only to distance himself and shoot him with an arrow. ”

Pucha Shijianu glanced at Jin Shisan dissatisfiedly, and said with half anger and half a smile, "I don't believe that I can't kill a reckless man with thousands of men." I don't use arrows, I have to kill him with a knife. ”

Seeing that Pucha Shi's slave was still so arrogant, Jin 13 immediately laughed and stopped making a sound.

At this time, Fu Qing also saw the Puchashi slave dozens of steps away. immediately shouted, "Pucha old dog, return my father's life!" The long knife in his hand slashed left and right, and the Jurchen scout did not dare to block his soldiers, flashing on both sides. Fu Qing carried a big knife and went straight to Pucha Shi's slave.

Puchashi's mouth opened wide in surprise. He felt like he had run into a madman. There were 5,000 cavalry on his side, and he rushed up alone. Does this man think he is Xiang Yu? Even if it is Xiang Yu, he has to be restrained.

Pucha Shi Jianu pointed at Fu Qing with a big stick in his hand, and snorted coldly, "Left and right, who will capture this madman with me?" ”

The two pro-soldiers came out in response, each holding a big iron sword, urging the horse forward, preparing to use the horse's momentum to kill the Song man who regarded the five thousand cavalry as nothing.

Although Fu Qing is wearing heavy armor, his body is still extremely flexible. Seeing the two horses rushing up, Fu Qing suddenly dodged and jumped to the side of a scout. Without waiting for the scout to turn around, he saw Fu Qing jump more than a meter high on the spot, with a strange roar, and with a long knife in his hand, he actually cut off a huge horse's head. With a single knife, the Jurchen scout who was falling to the ground was cut into two pieces.

Puchashi's eyes widened. He had never known what he was afraid of, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart. Although he had an army of 5,000 to protect him, he still did not feel safe. Where did this man come from? Do the always cowardly Song people have such a brave hero?

After Fu Qing killed a personal soldier, he continued to rush towards Pucha Shijianu with a knife. This time, Pucha Shi's slave didn't dare to be careless, and waved his big hand down, "Shoot this man." ”

Arrows rained down on the front of the position. Fu Qing unfolded the long knife and laid a wall of knives in front of him. But he still hit several arrows. Fortunately, he has heavy armor, and the long arrow does not penetrate deep into the flesh. Although Fu Qing is brave, he is not a fool, he is just a madman who is naturally suitable for crisscrossing the battlefield. Seeing that Pucha Shijianu did not fight with him, but ordered his subordinates to shoot arrows, Governor Fu Qingli could not do anything.

Looking at the potters on the mountain ridge, they have also killed all the scouts who went up the mountain, and they are about to rush down the mountain desperately. Fu Qing was anxious, he knew that those potters were not enemies like him. If you rush down the ridge, you are sure that none of them will survive.

Fu Qing suddenly stretched out his hand, carried a golden soldier who fell to the ground behind him, and then carried a knife and ran all the way up Tiger Ridge. Listening to the popping sound behind him, the corpse of the golden soldier who was a meat shield didn't know how many arrows he had been hit.

Fu Qing carried the corpse of the two-hundred-pound Jin soldier on his back, and he was still walking like a fly. Fu Qing ignored the pursuers behind him and the Jurchen scouts in front, and climbed up the ridge from the grass on the side of the mountain. While shouting at the potter, "Brothers, get out of here." The golden dog is powerful and can't be stopped. ”

When the Jin soldiers surrounded Tiger Ridge, they only found more than fifty dead potters, and the corpse of a Jin soldier who was shot like a hedgehog. Fu Qing has long since disappeared.

Looking at the Tiger Ridge with scattered yellow leaves, Jin Shisan muttered, "What a hero!" It's a pity that I can't use such a person. ”

Pucha Shi Jianu said coldly, "This person, I will kill it." Even if he agrees to surrender to Jin, I will be killed. ”