Even if you fight until the arrows are broken, you must do my duty and bring out as many sons as possible! Yang Zhi's sharp gaze fell on the black tooth flag of Wanyan Lou Room chasing after him, Wanyan Lou Room was constantly urging his men and horses to extend to the two wings, and the people and horses he led directly became thinner and thinner, Wanyan Lou Room's gaze fell on Yang Ling, and vaguely he seemed to recognize this person, Wanyan Zongbi folded Yanjing, and after returning to the East Road, the portrait was passed on!

Sure enough, it was this southerner military horse, I was not wrong, the guards around me, and reminded Wan Yan Lou Room with concern: "You can't send out any more people, Wan Yan Lou Room, you don't care about your own safety?" ”

Wan Yan Lou sneered: "I just want to lead them to turn around and rush to my banner, these birds and barbarians, none of them can let them run away!" The guard's face turned a little pale, even though it was a warrior in the Jurchen army who could defend Wanyan Lou's room, but seeing the bravery of this southerner army horse still made him feel shocked!

These guards are confident that even if there is a thousand-person army formation composed of the elite of the Liao people in front of them, they will dare to collide with a Puliyan, but in case this southerner army and horse rush over regardless of life and death, they are really not sure that they can stop these southerners from rushing to the front of the Wanyan Lou room!

"Lou Room, you can't take risks! There is a ...... in case "Wan Yan Lou Mur smiled, a face full of scars twisted, like a demon god: "The wounds on my body are all left by the battle of Hubu Dagang and the fierce battle of hundreds of thousands of Liao dogs, but I don't believe that this person can be injured, I want to die in battle, Zong Han will behead you, etc., you can only die with these southerners and give me a burial, I can no longer suffer the humiliation of being defeated in the hands of the southerners!" ”

Hundreds of light arrows were thrown out, roaring and falling from the highest point, and rushed straight to the Song soldiers and horses gathered in the middle of the battlefield, and in an instant, a jungle of arrow shafts seemed to be born on the ground. In the procession, the neighing of horses was loud, and several horses neighed miserably, and fell to the ground abruptly, causing the knights to roll down into the snow, kicking up a large cloud of dust. Fortunately, they were able to shoot immediately, using more light arrows, and the Song army was barely completely armored in that military village, and with every effort to block it, the real casualties were only few, but the queue of the Jurchen knights on both wings to outflank them became thicker and thicker, and it was such a rain of arrows thrown one after another, which could also shoot these elites of the Song army until death!

And continue to rush south to break through. According to the Jurchen military horses gathered so quickly and so fiercely, it was impossible to get rid of their entanglement and specialize in breaking through all the way. And most of the Song army men only died in battle and fell in this vast wilderness!

The unprovoked battlefield intuition of Yan Lou's room. Let the Jurchen military horses bite Yang Ling and them early, let Yang Ling and them plan and plan before, and now they are about to go to a desperate place in this gourd road!

The saber on Yang Ling's waist had been unsheathed, and two feather arrows flew away, as for the side. Don't worry about Yang Ling, everyone was shot off the horse, and it is estimated that they are still alive, Yang Ling gritted his teeth tightly and looked around eagerly. The Song army team has been compressed by this rain of arrows into a ball, there is almost no space for the war horses to move, people shouting and neighing horses, resounding through the field, for a while it seemed a little chaotic, the fallen knights struggled the snow, grabbed the blades and didn't know what to do, a few empty horses blew up the reins, and rushed out with a long neighing, which aggravated the chaos here, did it end up dying here?

The military level of the Jurchens is indeed the top existence of this era, although they have done their best, but now they are still in such a situation, all the way from the Baigou River, how many sons have given their lives to ensure the safety of their families? Why don't you fight to the death here, so that these good men don't have to worry about it.

"Rush out!" Yang Lingmeng's saber bit into his mouth, and when he freed his hand, he was about to turn around on his horse, and rushed to the back of the Jurchen heavy general Wan Yan Lou's room under the tooth flag, even if he couldn't change the life of that Jurchen Tartar head, at least he had to throw the sword towards him!

One of the guards next to him woke up very much, and grabbed the reins of Yang Ling's mount: "General Xiao Yang, what are you going to do?" ”

The guards around him are too powerful, there is this bit of trouble, and what he wants to do is seen to death, Yang Ling glared at him fiercely, and he just said, "You let go!" Labor and management fight with these tartars! ”

This guard is the stupidest, he can't say anything, his face turned red at this time, but he immediately understood the resolute meaning in Yang Ling's eyes, this strong man also committed a bull strong, clutching the reins, even if Yang Ling swung his sword and slashed over, he would never let go!

At this moment, Zheng Heng's roar was heard: "Yang Zhuangshi! ”

Yang Ling and the guards turned their heads to look, and saw Yang Zhi riding behind, raising the long-handled Pu knife with one hand, shaking it twice in the air, and then put it down and pointed directly at the banner of Yan Lou's room! The rain of arrows was still whistling and throwing in waves, and under the rain of arrows, the men of the Song army all turned their horses' heads and faced the direction of the black tooth flag in Wanyan Lou's room!

With a swing of the long-handled Pu knife, Yang Zhi's legs clamped the horse's belly, but at the same time, he slammed his waist and crotch to press the saddle, and the iron blue war horse of the majestic horse was weak on his back, and he couldn't run, so anxious that he just neighed like thunder, and in the rain of arrows, Yang Zhi roared angrily: "Kill the tartar with me!" Break through this enemy! ”

Nearly 100 Song army men shouted in unison, the Black Cloud Capital armor soldiers have gone through the battle array, and they are all people who have died in their lives, as long as they point out the direction, even if there are thousands of enemies in front of them, what is there to fear? It's nothing more than dying here!

For thousands of years, Meng Tian Huben, champion hussar, Wei Gongerlang, in the Han family, the Han family's men, are they still dying? In the shout, Yang Zhimeng loosened his crotch, and the iron cyan mount was already like a dragon with a long hiss, its hind hooves bounced to the ground, and it flew into the air, leaping straight to the direction where Wanyan Lou's room tooth flag was!

Under the black tooth flag, Wanyan Lou Room also watched Yang Zhi's actions deadly, Yang Zhi rode alone, not in the eyes of Wan Yan Lou Room at all, he will be the courage of the army, the courage of the army, such a strong and resolute, heroic general, not all the time can emerge, what is even more rare is that he is still so young, as long as he is buried here, then the courage and spirit of this strong army of the southerners will be destroyed by at least half!

Even if you gamble your life, what can you do? He also raised his hand violently and slashed downward, just to gather under his tooth banner, about sixty or seventy Jurchen armor soldiers, and also speed up to catch up! (To be continued......)