The Hongjira people are a nomadic tribe conquered by the Jurchens from the Mobei grassland, fierce by nature, superb equestrianism, and are all good men on the grassland, but unfortunately the backward weapons and the great difference in numbers have made the Hongjira tribe conquered by the Jurchens who are in full swing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 A large number of Hongjira people were forced to follow the Jin people as slave armies to fight everywhere, doing the hardest, most tiring, dirtiest and worst work in the barracks, digging pits and patches, setting up tents, cooking war horses, maintaining blades, and acting as cannon fodder whenever there was a war.

There are more than 3,000 Hongji people in Wanyan Zonghan's army alone, and since the siege of Taiyuan, they have been damaged, and now there are less than 300 people left. It is because of the courage and belligerence of the Hongjira people that they died more in battle. Therefore, Wanyan Zonghan was afraid that all the Hongjira people would die, so he transferred all the remaining Hongjira people to Wanyan Xiyin. Of course, under Wanyan Xiyin's command, he also did the hardest work and ate the worst meals every day, but Wanyan Xiyin didn't kill at will! It's a great gift.

"Batule! Take your people with you! Stop that group of Song troops! As long as you can stop it, come back and let you go! Wanyan Xiyin shouted at the leader of this group of Hongjira.

The tall, covered in animal skins, the head of the Hongjira tribe, Batule, saluted Wanyan Xiyin and Wanyan Zonghan, and then led more than 300 Hongjira strong men to frantically rush towards Liu Ping and others. These terrifying and tall men don't know much about the group of guys in front of them, they only know that this is a group of Song people, and as for the Song Dynasty, it is just a big tribe like their master, Dajin.

Glory to the warriors, fight! The unique fierceness of the Hongjira people is displayed. Riding on a grassland horse, with a knife in hand, it was like a whirlwind, rushing towards Liu Ping's Yongding army, in their eyes, the Song people should be weak, so the Hongji people frantically rushed at Liu Ping and the cavalry behind him. Kill these Song people, and the Jurchen nobles will agree to let us go! When the time comes, I will be reunited with my tribe.

This group of weak Song people, let's die!!

Bang. The two teams crossed each other.

Such an army has never been seen.

There has never been such a cavalry.

In the flying hooves of the horses, the Hongjira soldiers, who were still so imposing just now, were constantly cut down to the ground. Just now, under the leadership of Batule, there were more than 300 people, and according to the establishment of the Jurchens, it was also a full Mok formation, and it can be seen that these Hongjira people are more than those who are overnourished, and they all have burly bodies and red and shiny faces. Skinny and tall, the long-term malnutrition has caused the group to not reach its peak of strength. was rushed away by Liu Ping's cavalry. There was no longer a normal attack, and the powerful horse lance and bow and arrow of the Yongding Army made them run around the battlefield like frightened rabbits at this moment, and they could not organize an effective defense at all.

Batule knew that among this group of Song people wrapped in armor, the middle guy must be the head of the Song people, as long as he was killed, the Jurchen nobles would probably be able to reward themselves for being able to return to their homes on the grassland, and then they would be able to live a good life, and their mother-in-law Saren Qiqige was still waiting for him to go back in the tribe. As soon as he thought in his heart, he shouted and went towards Liu Ping!

Before he rushed in front of Liu Ping, he was stopped by Yang Zaixing; "Tartar! An dares to hurt my family's Hou Ye! You suffer death! The big gun smashed hard, and directly smashed Batule off the horse, and before he could turn around and cut it down, he was stabbed to death by Yang Zaixing. A group of Hongji people were quickly dispersed, and Liu Ping rushed away from the blocked road in front of him, which made Wanyan Xiyin in the distance feel frightened, but he didn't expect that even the Hongji people couldn't stop this group of Song troops, thinking that he was also swearing with the old emperor in pressing the tiger water that day, and then he overthrew Da Liao, how could the Song court in front of him actually have such a hard-hitting person.

Liu Ping's team did not stop at all, and continued to move forward, seeing that not far away, Liu Ping's cavalry had been inserted straight into Yan Zonghan's personal guards. There is no fancy, no skill, it is pure fighting impact, fighting for courage, fighting for courage, fighting for will.

The men of the Han family not only have the turbid Shijia son who recited poetry, the hard-working small farmers and traders who are gentle and frugal, but also the men who are angry at the crown, swinging horses from horse, and fighting without fear of death!

What Jurchen is not satisfied with 10,000, and 10,000 are invincible. When the national disaster is at the head and the nation is in danger, there are always people with lofty ideals who go forward to succeed each other, carry on the past and forge ahead into the future, fight for the blood of the younger generations, fight for the glory of the ancestors, and guard the land under their feet and the people behind them. Relying on a fight to fight the emperor and dare to pull the emperor off the horse, he fought bravely!

The sun has set in the west, and in the dust, Liu Pingyong's army is like a crazy bloody man, fighting for his life, and the Jurchens cry loudly, holding weapons and trying to counterattack. However, it was all in vain, and soon the cavalry rushing at high speed slashed them to the ground one by one with strange horse lances, and the black and crushed golden soldiers were cut down one after another like leeks.

Under the setting sun, the dust actually glowed with a faint golden light. Lightning-fast light cavalry weaved through the confusion of the enemy, all proudly straightening their backs and slashing left and right on either side of their horses' heads, sending fountains of blood into the air. The roar of horses' hooves, the setting of the sun, the shouts all around, the sound of jingo, and the strange sound of a knife cutting into a human body that makes the hairs stand on end.

The second general Han Yue and the other generals rushed side by side like a harvester of life against the cavalry team, and with just one face, the Jurchen personal guard army guarding Wanyan Zonghan's side in front of him was completely divided into four small squares that were not connected with each other, and the Jin people crowded in panic, driven by the cavalry and had nowhere to escape.

Rush in! Wanyan Zonghan was holding a scimitar in one arm at the moment, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he had a posture of death and death, and the Jurchen handsome flag behind him was fluttering in the wind.

"Come on!! Liu! Once the grudge between you and me! Capture my beloved son, kill my general, you give a certain death!! Wanyan Zonghan yelled loudly. The scimitar of the hand pointed directly at Liu Ping.

At this moment, Liu Ping is about to run out of physical strength, rushing all the way to kill, this is simply asking for his own death, but there is no other way, this is the best way. Even if you are hacked to death or stabbed to death in the next moment, you have to do it!

He also ignored Wan Yan Zonghan's shouting, and just slashed out at Wan Yan Zonghan.

"Protect Zong Han!" Wanyan Xiyin commanded in a loud voice. Dozens of Jurchen elites were around Wanyan Zonghan, and at this moment, there were only 200 Yongding soldiers and horses left, and all of them attacked and killed Wanyan Zonghan. Two hundred against fifty.

Yue Fei stabbed down a Pu Liyan, and the horse got off the horse as soon as he stopped. The other generals also dismounted and fought. Outside are layers of golden figures. And inside is Wanyan Zonghan. It is not known who is surrounding whom.

At this moment, in the very middle, Wanyan Zonghan and more than 30 Jurchen elites were surrounded in the middle, and outside were more than 200 Song Yongding troops. And on the periphery of the Yongding Army were thousands of Jurchens.

"Death!" Liu Ping swung his knife and slashed at Wanyan Zonghan. Wanyan Zonghan was among the dodges. A scimitar slashed at Liu Ping.

"Dangchang." With a bang, Liu Ping's steel knife fell fiercely on Wan Yan Zonghan's scimitar, splashing a spark.

"Save the handsome!" Wanyan Xiyin has been isolated from the periphery. A group of Jin people are really crazy and want to crush the Song army in this circle in order to save Zong Han. However, there are more than 100 Song generals on the periphery, all of them are good players, and they are all elites who step down immediately, and they can hardly get in with all the people and horses, and the anxious Wanyan Xiyin and a group of Meng'an seem to be crazy. Yue Fei, Han Shizhong, Li Feng and the others all stopped their horses and fought, surrounded outside the outer circle, facing the enemy outside. And Liu Ping and Yang Zaixing in the middle are against Yan Zonghan!!

Time! The most important time, if you deviate one more effort, it will be a thousand miles away.

The most important thing for Liu Ping is to kill Yan Zonghan, and the Jin soldiers on the periphery want to rescue their own commander as soon as possible.

"Yang Zaixing! I'll leave this group of trash fish to you! Liu Ping said.

"Lord, look at me!" Yang Zaixing said.

"Yes!" Liu Ping nodded.

"No!" Yang Zaixing is a big robbery, and he didn't let go of any of them, and all of them overturned these dozens of elite guards.

"Come on! A certain family is not afraid of you!! Liu Ping shouted loudly.

The sound of dinging was endless, and Liu Ping carried a knife and fiercely rushed towards Yan Zonghan.

"Die!" There is no fancy, it is a direct attack, Wanyan Zonghan injured an arm, not Liu Ping's opponent. But Liu Ping's physical strength at the moment has reached its limit.

The wind was cold and the dew was heavy, and Liu Ping had already draped the robe behind his back, but these days, this robe was also soaked in too much blood through the armor. There are very few soldiers left. In the inner encirclement, only Yang Zaixing was left to fight with him, and Liu Ping felt that it was difficult for him to support it anymore. His eyelids sank uncontrollably, and his brain was a little confused. Today's last offensive battle during the day was really hard and dangerous, the decapitation operation was not easy to do, and the steel knife in his hand became so heavy that he felt difficult to wield!

Strongly supported himself, and his spirit pounced on Wan Yan Zonghan's body. pressed Wanyan Zonghan under him. At this moment, Yang Zaixing also turned his head and resisted the Jin soldiers on the periphery to rush and kill. Liu Ping slashed down with a knife. A deep wound left on Wan Yan Zonghan's face. It turned out that this knife was aimed at the neck, but after Yan Zonghan rubbed his body down, he dodged it alive, leaving only a knife mark on his face.

"You tartar. Let's die for Lao Tzu today!! Liu Ping fiercely aimed the steel knife in his hand at Yan Zonghan's chest and stabbed it.