"Don't go back! The Retreater Slashes!! The tart had a lazy and hideous face, and with one eye looked fiercely at the mustache leaders who were about to retreat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The scimitar in his hand was raised high, and the more than five hundred Jurchen pro-soldiers personally assigned to him by Zongwang on his side were all drawing their waist knives, staring at those miscellaneous bearded leaders like hungry wolves.

These more than 500 Jurchen elite soldiers are also the only way for tart lazy to gain a foothold in the middle of the miscellaneous beards.

"Tart lazy nobles, we, the sons of the grassland, fight day and night with our Jurchen nobles, eat inferior meals, repair the village gate, feed the horses, and carry grain and grass, all of which are our first to ##弄, but the southerners in front of us are ferocious, like demons, and if it goes on like this, we grassland sons and daughters can't bear it." A gray-haired, bearded leader bent down on his horse and saluted the tartl.

"Lord Tart, for the sake of Immortality, let us grassland disciples have a way to live."

Tart Lazy showed a hideous smile, rode his horse to the front, gouged out his ears with his fingers, stretched his ears in front of the white-bearded bearded leader, and said coldly: "What did you say? Louder? I didn't hear clearly. ”

"I'm going to say~~Please..." Before the white-bearded man could finish speaking, he suddenly slashed out the scimitar in his hand, and with a snort, he cut off the head of the bearded man.

Blood spurted out and splashed on the tart's lazy face, and the headless corpse fell off the horse with a thud, frightening all the bearded men with a look of fear.

Tart lazy wiped the blood on his face, wiped the scimitar, and said viciously: "At this moment, Zong Wang is leading the army to watch the battle on the periphery, and the order we are waiting for is to bite the team of the Southern Dynasty here." If there is another person like this person who will disturb the hearts of our soldiers, this will be the end!! Hear no! Tart Lazy said coldly.

"Do your bidding!" A kind of miscellaneous bearded people have expressed their positions.

"Press it up! No matter the cost! Also entangle the ranks of these Song people! The tart commanded.

More than 2,000 people rushed forward tremblingly, and at this moment, these steppe miscellaneous slave army had no way, turning back was death, and if they didn't look back, they would die. was either killed by the Song army, or by the Jurchens who supervised the formation behind. So there is no way to do the miscellaneous beards can only rush up, even if they are shot to death by the powerful crossbows and spears of the Song army on the opposite side, it is better than being slashed and killed by the jackal-like Jurchens behind them, if it is really because of the quarrel with the Jurchens, when the time comes, it is not only themselves who will suffer, but also the clansmen of their own tribe, so these miscellaneous bearded people can only rush forward hard.

Lakuzabu is a beggar headman, this only thirty-year-old grassland man inherited the tall body of the grassland people and fierce bravery, but since the Jin people's conscription order, he took the youth of his tribe all the way to the territory of the Great Song Dynasty with the Jurchens, in fact, there is not much suffering, I have never seen such a rich national capital, I have not plundered a city, most of the women in it are classified as Jurchens, and they can only choose some Jurchens to pick the rest. But this wealth is really a lot, these Song people actually made a lot of iron pots with expensive iron utensils, and every household has it, which is extremely luxurious in the barren and barren grassland, that robbing, so that their own money is full of pots, and they also took three or five tender Han women, which are really much better than the women on the grassland, tender and white skin, like sheep fat jade, and the weak cry of those Han women, it is really the sons of the grassland to show their strength. Compared with the dry, calloused grassland woman, she is simply a fairy in the sky, and she planned to follow this group of Jurchen lords to enter the Song Kingdom along the way, loot more baggage, women's food, and wait for the time to go back, so as to prepare more food and materials for the tribesmen, this season is the time when the white-haired wind and snow disaster are raging on the grassland, if you can take back some things, you can keep your own tribe at least in this cold winter, many people can die, I thought that Emperor Zongwang would be able to defeat the Song army, but no one thought that out of nowhere, a Liu Ping, the devil-like Yongding army, forcibly scattered the image of the Jurchens, and also disrupted himself.

"That's it, that's it, just fight once, maybe you can kill that Northern Blood Tiger Liu Ping. When the time comes, maybe the Jurchen may play it back and I will go home first. It's great to be able to go back and reunite with my family or something. Rakuzab said secretly.

“！ Ouou!! The steppe man's characteristic whistling sound came from the mouth of Rakuzab, like a wild wolf in a rage, towards his goal. A long knife in his hand was made by himself from the hands of a dead Song army general, and after the guy died, the weapon was too tightly clutched in his hand, and he broke it for a long time before breaking it from the man's hand. It's good that no one among the Jurchen nobles has taken a fancy to this knife, otherwise they will definitely be robbed of their heads by those Jurchens. ”

Rakuzabu rode forward, and a dozen kinship guards at his side followed him straight to the place where the red dragon banner was. As soon as he stepped forward, he was surrounded by the crazy and ferocious army in front of him, and a tall Song army rode straight towards him, with a big knife on his thick wrist, and came straight to him.

"Give me Grandpa Lu to die!!" I saw that the big man cut down with a knife, and rushed straight towards him with a fierce wind.

"Dangchang!" With a loud bang, Lakuzabu only felt that his wrist was sore, and the long knife in his hand was cut off by the big man's knife, and Lakuzabu was also a well-known good man in the tribe. Seven or eight big men are all inextricably close, and now in this Southern Dynasty, there are such warriors, some time ago, that Southern Dynasty junior general had a big gun!##刺倒了不知道几十条好汉子, and now this guy he met at this moment is simply a monster. The courage in my heart was lost in this moment.

Rakuzab saw the long knife in the big man's hand slash at him again. Rakuzab rolled over sharply, avoiding the ferocious slash. Before Rakuzab could come to his senses, he felt a pain in his ribs. A sharp pain struck, and the whole person seemed to be crushed by this blow, and when he looked down, he saw that the hideous man had inserted his backhand at some point, and he actually inserted it from under his ribs. His internal organs were all twisted and crushed.

"Die!!" The big man said in a cruel voice.

This was the last laugh Rakuzab heard, and with a plop, Rakuzab fell under his horse. There was no sound.

It was Ruda who killed him, and Luda was happy, pinched the horse's belly, and ran away to another miscellaneous hu.

"Phew! Endless dog tartars! Let's all die!! Ruda said viciously.

The two sides fought for a stick of incense, and more than 3,000 miscellaneous beards were all cut and killed. The men who crisscrossed the grassland met the most elite team of the Han family, and they died tragically in an instant. Less than two thousand horses remained. If it weren't for the more than 500 Jurchen elite formations behind him, I'm afraid these miscellaneous beards would have collapsed long ago.

"Press it up! Press it up! The tart said lazily, at this moment he had forgotten that he no longer had the advantage of numbers. But Zong Wang's order is to bite Liu Ping's Yongding army to the death, die!! He should have died when he was about to die, Zong Wang let himself live so long, he has lived enough, today, let the blood wash away his shame.

"Kill!!"

The tart lazy rushed over first, and the five hundred elites behind him also followed. The cavalry, which automatically merged into a brigade, was forced into the melee, and looked lazily at Liu Ping in the Chinese army in the distance, with anger in his eyes.

"Give me a rush!! For the glory of the Jurchens!! Kill all these Southern Dynasty people! The tart said lazily and frantically.

Suddenly! In the oblique stab, a team like a sharp arrow galloped out of the rear of the Yongding army, and Yang Zaixing ran towards the lazy Chinese army with an excited face.

"That big fish is mine, don't give the fuck to Master Yang!!" Yang Zaixing shouted.

"General Yang, give us some broth to drink!!" The cavalry on his side also said with a smile.

"If you want to eat meat, take a knife and gun yourself, I will say ugly things in front, and I will fall behind, Lao Tzu will not let him." Look back and reward the least. Yang Zaixing scolded with a smile.

"Haha. Then the subordinates will be bold! General, remember to tell our lord that we have set a large reward!! ”

This is an incomparably strong team that has been polished, in the battle array, the killing of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood has grown this group of soldiers trained by Liu Ping into fearless warriors in a hundred battles, and the blood of the Han and Tang dynasties contained in the blood of the children of the Han family has completely awakened in this team. This Great Song can't die! This Central Plains will always be the land of my Han family, no matter who you are, when you come, you won't be able to go back with a horse!!

The tart was lazy and frantically rushed to kill, and ran straight into Yang Zaixing's cavalry flank, although Yue Fei and the others' brigade cavalry had not moved, but Yang Zaixing's nearly 500 cavalry was also the elite of the Yongding Army. Zahu had been oppressed by the Mo Dao Array and fled in all directions. Ruda led the infantry army to chase step by step, and the angry tart lazy steel teeth gritted wrong. I thought that it could support half a day, so as to consume the vitality of the Yongding army, but I didn't expect that it was only an hour, and these miscellaneous beards were killed by the Yongding army.

In the chaos of the army, the tart lazy only felt that he had stabbed himself off the horse with a big gun. At the moment of falling off the horse, the lazy one-eyed saw it clearly, and it was the fierce Southern Dynasty junior who stabbed himself off the horse.

The tart lazily fell under the horse, wanting to stand up and fight again, but before he could shout, he asked the guards to lead the horse over, only to feel that a steel knife slid across his neck in front of him, and the dirty blood spurted out, and the tart lazy head was held in the hand by a Song army foot soldier.