This illusion was shattered in an instant, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves was already roaring nearby, and the roars of countless Jurchen knights were heard, and then they joined the battle group in an endless stream!

Not only did the Jurchen Tartars of the Pucha Wulie Division in the north, which had been broken by Xue Yong, roll up, but even the brigade of the Yinshu Ke Department rushed forward desperately and joined the battlefield!

Xue Yong turned his head suddenly, and saw that the seemingly endless Jurchen Tartars were all over the line, and the sons and daughters beside him, covered in blood, broken armor, Xue Yong roared again, facing many Tartars, facing Yinshu can personally join the battle array with red eyes, Xue Yong's roar is still the same sentence. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Kill all these Tartars!"

The battle was fierce, and he died in a hundred battles, in the first year of Jingkang, the founding general of the Later Song Dynasty, Yifang waited for Xue Yong, and died!

On the east wing of the battlefield, in the Zahu array, at this moment, there was a Zahu cavalry screaming in the sky, and more than 100 horsemen who turned to the east flank to attack the Shence Army were ravaging in its array!

Although the number of people in this wing where Zahu lived was far greater than that of the Jurchen Pucha Wulie in the west wing, he was slammed into by these more than 100 cavalry Song army armor soldiers, but he was killed and had almost no strength to fight back!

This is close to two thousand people who can fight at this moment, even if they have obtained some of the military equipment of the Song army captured along the way, but it still looks messy, the tribal chieftain wears the armor chain mail, but some knights are still wearing leather robes, these miscellaneous beards are used to attack and harass with light horses, and when they fight in formation, the length of the blades is mixed, and the infantry army is crowded together here and there, and the gap is too large.

And the position of the light cavalry after the formation is too far away to closely cooperate with the infantry array, and the most important thing is that these miscellaneous hus went all the way south, although they swept through the Lan army and Lanzhou like a raging tide, and fought until they reached the west gate of Taiyuan Mansion, but their energy and physical strength have been exhausted.

In the first battle of Luling, the attack and defense of Yifang City paid heavy casualties, and they were all lost in the hands of this strong army of the Southern Dynasties. When the more than 100 horsemen turned a perfect ninety degrees and roared, a rain of arrows came out of the chaos, and then the light horsemen involuntarily retreated, hoping that these foot warriors could consume some momentum.

When going into battle, those who can be driven off their horses to fight on foot, and when the time comes, they will fight desperately in the city, are not the elite warriors in their respective tribes, watching more than 100 iron horsemen roaring over, the murderous spirit rises with the smoke and dust, and the light cavalry behind the battle, where do you dare to meet and fight desperately to protect these miscellaneous infantry warriors whose status is far lower than theirs?

The rain of arrows swept over, and the bow and arrows were released, and the strength of the head was much better than that of the cavalry, and for a time more than ten Song army armorers rolled off the horse, but more Song army armor soldiers, with arrows hanging on their armor, the iron face was hideous, and the blade flashed with cold light, but still did not slow down at all, and crashed into the already chaotic Zahu infantry army formation!

People shouted the sound of neighing horses, the sound of screaming. The sound of the flesh being knocked away, as well as the sound of chirping and slashing, broke out in the Zahu array, and more than 100 cavalry Song army armor soldiers tore apart the heavy array and slaughtered all the way into the depths. And the Zahu infantry army was cut down in front of their horses in rows!

The tiger enters the flock, and it is nothing more than this!

In the blink of an eye, the Zahu infantry array had a tendency to disintegrate, and the Zahu at the edge of the array had already lost their blades and removed their armor, and they fled, just one blow, and the more than 1,000 Zahu in the horse array were almost completely collapsed, and the muscles on Surunu's face, who were watching all this behind the formation, couldn't help twitching, and the tribes around him were elite, and everyone was full of fear.

This strong army, when the lonely city was besieged, suddenly killed, once the impact was launched, it was an endless momentum, the southbound tribe Erlang, in front of them had no power to fight back, after this large-scale war, even if someone was lucky enough to return to the grassland, in the future dreams, night and night have these hundreds of hideous iron faces, this in Yifang City pulled out two perfect turning smoke and dust, this snowy blade, this own son Lang miserable wail, this splash of flesh and blood!

Everyone's eyes turned to Surunu in a hurry, this is a war between the Jurchens and the Southern Dynasties, are we going to be buried for this war? Hurry up, one step later, these Southern Dynasty ironclad demon gods will kill through the infantry army, and they will come at us!

The muscles on Surunu's face twitched, and he looked at the Southern Dynasty armor soldiers who were rolling up the sky with blood and rain, and countless grassland children wailed and screamed in front of their horses, and rows of them were chopped down and turned over, and the dry battlefield turned into a blood-colored mud in the blink of an eye.

The dream of dominating Monan, under the performance of such a strong military horse of the Southern Dynasty, in the new rise of the Jurchens, showing more brutal force than the Khitans, and in front of such a strong army of the Southern Dynasty, it has become so ridiculous, you must know that the four hundred military states of the Southern Dynasty, these grassland tribes swept all the way with the might of the Jurchen soldiers, and it is said that only two military states have fallen!

In this way, it collided with such a strong army, and the Southern Dynasty was so rich and vast, how many elite soldiers and strong generals were there? Even if the grassland tribe even adds men, women, and the old and weak together, can they make a little wave in front of such a powerful Southern Dynasty? Could it be that these tribes can only survive forever in the barren and barren grasslands that are plagued by white and black?

Surunu looked around blankly, but he was looking at the smoke and dust rolling up from behind, and in the smoke and dust, hundreds of Jurchen iron horsemen were also silent, just desperately urging the horses, and with the same indomitable momentum, they were pushing forward like iron walls, desperately trying to join the battlefield!

On the front is the Southern Dynasty armor who slaughtered a lot, and behind it is the Jurchen Iron Cavalry that can be separated from the silver art to help, and the miscellaneous beards are sandwiched in the middle, their lives are like ants, but this scene also made Su Lunu react at once, and they can't leave!

Fleeing from here, all the way to the north, it is the Jurchen brigade that is constantly coming, fleeing without authorization, only to be slaughtered by the Jurchens like dogs and sheep, at this time, the only way to fight with the Jurchens to the end and earn a life!

Surunu suddenly screamed and pulled out his long knife: "Desperately!" Either fight the Southern Dynasty with the Jurchens, or die here, there is no second way out! At the shout, Surunu was already urging his horse forward like a frenzy, and beside him, the knights of his tribe were only riding horses.

Once driven by Surunu, these large groups of Zahu light cavalry who hesitated and watched after the formation finally moved, nearly a thousand Hu riders, making a strange cry like a wolf and an eagle, surging forward, and hundreds of Jurchen iron horsemen who could be separated from the silver art in the south also came from the flank, and the Shence army armor who was trapped in the Zahu infantry army array and slashed and killed, just like a reef that was about to be submerged by the big waves!

On the west flank of the battlefield, the fighting was still fierce and tragic, the most elite knights of the Great Song Dynasty, and the elite under the command of the Jurchen heavy general Wan Yan Lou Room, collided together again, both sides lowered their horse speed, and no one expected to leave with one blow, that is, in this war group that had fallen too many corpses, it was to separate life and death!

The blades flew over, the blood splashed, the war horses neighed, the armor of both sides was slashed by the blades and splashed a little spark, flying in the thick yellow dust and smoke splashed by the horses' hooves, the collision of the two elite iron horses, the ferocity, is shocking!

Zhou Tai rushed left and right under the support of several personal guards, roaring again and again, fighting hard, his long blade was replaced by two, all broken, at this time, he relied on the riding shield tied to his left arm, and waved the long sword of cutting horses with his right hand to fight to the death.

To this extent, Zhou Tai can be regarded as firmly involving the main force of the Jurchens, which is enough for Yifang City to try its best to accept the fleeing people, and close the city to continue to defend it, but in the same way, Zhou Tai has no chance to kill out, but so what?

A rush to kill, saving thousands of people, and when the whole army of his own army and horses was wiped out, at least the same number of real female and real Tartars were buried with him, not counting those miscellaneous beards!

Zhou Tai, who put down everything, only felt that his own killing was indescribably refreshing, the long sword in his hand was originally the shape of the horse sword used by the horseman, the hilt of the sword was extremely long, the brass sword gourd was balanced with weight, the sword spine was heavy, and when he waved, it was extremely smooth, and there was enough weight of seven or eight catties, plus a sharp edge, but the body of the middle, the armor was flat, and the blood was splashed!

In the battle array, he swept past a Jurchen Tartar, and with a wave of his sword, he cut off the horse's head, and the Jurchen knight did not have time to pick up the stirrups and jump away and rolled down the dust with the war horse.

Zhou Tai gritted his teeth and circled the horse's head, and was riding with the Jurchen Tartar, his left hand struck, and the riding shield slammed on the face of the Tartar, with so much force, that the riding shield that had already been scarred suddenly fell apart, but the Tartar's nose was also smashed into the face, and he turned over and fell off the horse after screaming halfway.

Zhou Tai's left arm was also numb, and before he could find the next target, a spear stabbed from the side, at this time, the speed of the war horse had been reduced to the lowest twice, Zhou Tai could only try his best to turn around on the horse, and the long sword could not reach out to cut the spear shaft, so he could only use the hilt of the sword to pin the spearhead, and press down on his wrist and twist: "Let go!" ”

On weekdays, with Zhou Tai's strength, winning this spear can be called a stable thing, but now as soon as I urge my strength, I only feel that my arms are sore, and my lungs are hot and scorching when I inhale.

This time, he didn't snatch the spear down, and the Jurchen Tartar was still desperately sending the spear forward!

And Zhou Tai could only grit his teeth, pinning the spearhead, and when he was screaming, another Jurchen Tartar snatched it from the side, waved the long knife in his hand, and slashed at the side of Zhou Tai's pocket at once!

In the splash of sparks, Zhou Tai's pocket and iron face were split by this knife, bringing out a deep wound on his face, and blood suddenly gushed out, and at the same time, the hardwood spear shaft of the spear pinned by Zhou Tai also snapped and broke, Zhou Tai had no place to borrow strength, and the head and feet rolled off the horse's back.

This knife wound is still secondary, if it weren't for Zhou Tai's rich experience in the battle array, when the wind hit his ears, he subconsciously tensed the neck muscles, shortened the neck to protect the cervical vertebrae, and tried his best to reduce the strength of this knife, even if the hood and the iron face can have a protective effect, this knife is enough to break Zhou Tai's cervical vertebrae!

Rao is like this, Zhou Tai only felt that the roar in his ears was the sound of thunder and lightning for a while, the cochlea was shocked, and he also lost control of the balance of his body, he could no longer sit on the back of the horse, turned over and fell off the horse, and saw this Song army warrior fall off the horse, and the Jurchen knights around him all let out a cheer!

This fierce general of the Southern Dynasty with an angry King Kong statue on his iron face, rushing left and right in the battle array, skilled in equestrian skills, fighting bravely, I don't know how many Jurchen sons and daughters have been stabbed and killed, even Pucha Wulie's nephew Wuliuge was cut off by him, and the white soldiers are prestigious, Yu Lie thus cut off his head, no matter who it is, at least he can get a reward of fifty accounts from Zong Han!

Even if it wasn't for the reward, so many Jurchen warriors died at the hands of this Southern Dynasty warrior, and they had to cut off his head in order to relieve their resentment against him a little! When the Jurchen armor soldiers cheered up, the remnants of the Shence army around them also roared: "General! ”

These scarred warriors, abandoning their opponents, regardless of their injuries, are also desperately rushing towards the place where Zhou Tai fell from his horse!

The Jurchen armor who shot Zhou Tai down with a knife was about to ride forward and cut off Zhou Tai's head, but the mount neighed, and Zhou Tai, who had been stabbed off the horse, held his last breath and touched the horse foot of the Jurchen armor who was cut off with a saber.

The mount served, and the Jurchen armor had already picked up the stirrups in the middle of the air and wanted to get off the horse and fight, but the heavily injured Zhou Tai's personal guard had already screamed, and he didn't know where the strength came from to stand up and pounce straight over, and his intestines had been dragged out of the wound where he was stabbed out by a spear in the abdomen!

The Jurchen armor was knocked down by Zhou Tai's personal guards with the last bit of strength, and another Jurchen armor soldier whose spear was cut off by Zhou Tai was on again, and suddenly a little lance protruded from his chest, but it was a Song army armor soldier who came from behind and threw the horse lance in his hand!

The Song army armor who lost his blade did not have time to rush to Zhou Tai's side, and was cut down by the Jurchen armor who caught up. But there is also a steady stream of Shence soldiers who sacrificed their lives and forgot to live, and scuffled with the Jurchen armor soldiers who also came in!

With Zhou Tai's fall as the center of the whirlpool, this cavalry battle has reached the final climax, the two sides no longer maneuver to avoid, no longer fight equestrian and hand fighting, but scuffle together in this small space, life for life, from the horse planted on the ground to continue to scuffle, in an instant is dozens of lives consumed.

The horses that had lost their masters neighed miserably and squeezed together, and even these mounts, kicking and biting each other! Zhou Tai was lying in the center of this whirlpool, surrounded by dead men and horses, Venus was floating in front of him, he couldn't hear any sound, he couldn't use any strength, even if he tried his best to keep his eyes open, he could only watch the shadowy figure sway in front of him.

Is this going to die? General Han, I didn't lose your face, King Jin, I didn't lose the prestige of the Shence Army you founded, and his drowsy consciousness finally returned to Zhou Tai a little, his eyes rolled, and he saw that there were already a lot of bloody corpses of people and horses around him, and the roar and killing of his brothers resounded on his side. (To be continued.) )