"Kill all these Tartars!"

On the east wing of the battlefield, in the Zahu array, at this moment, there was a scream of Zahu cavalry, and more than 100 cavalry soldiers of the Jinyang Army who turned to the east flank to attack 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, it was violently rammed into by the Song army armor soldiers, but they were killed and had almost no strength to fight back!

This nearly 2,000 people who are capable of fighting at this moment, even though they have obtained some of the military equipment of the Song army captured along the way, but they still look messy, and the tribal chiefs wear armor and chain mail, but some knights are still wearing leather robes.

When they fought in formation, the length of the blades was mixed, and the infantry troops crowded together here and there, and the gap was too large, and the position of the light cavalry behind the formation was too far away to closely cooperate with the infantry array.

The most important thing is that these miscellaneous hus went all the way south, although they swept through the county towns and villages like a raging wave, and fought to the bottom of Shuozhou City, but their energy and physical strength have been exhausted, and they have already paid heavy casualties, and they are all lost in the hands of this strong army of the Southern Dynasties. As we all know, in the era of cold weapons, under the condition that the logistics equipment of the two sides is almost the same, it is just a breath of the officers and men of the three armed forces!

When this group of Song army armor cavalry turned a perfect ninety degrees and roared, a burst of arrows rained out in the chaos, and then the light cavalry involuntarily retreated, hoping that these infantry warriors could consume some momentum, and when they went into battle, they could be driven off their horses to form a foot battle. At that time, those who will fight desperately in the city are not the elite warriors in their respective tribes.

Looking at the iron cavalry of the Song army on the opposite side, roaring and roaring, the murderous spirit rose with the smoke and dust, where did these Zahu light cavalry behind the formation dare to meet and fight hard to protect these Zahu infantry fighters whose status was far lower than theirs?

Arrows rain over. Step down and open the bow and release the arrows, the strength of the head is much better than that of the cavalry, and for a while, more than ten Song army armorers rolled off the horse, but more Song army armor soldiers, with arrows hanging on the 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 horses neighing. The sound of screams, the sound of the flesh being knocked away, and the sound of chirping and slashing erupted in the Zahu array, and in a short time, the Song army armor soldiers tore apart the array, all the way into the depths, and the Zahu infantry army. Rows of them were cut down right in front of them!

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

In an instant. The Zahu infantry array has a tendency to collapse, and the Zahu at the edge of the array has already lost his blade and removed his armor, and he fled with his legs, just one blow, and the Zahu of the more than 1,000 horses arrayed in the array. It's almost a complete collapse!

The bearded leader, who was watching all this behind the battle, couldn't help twitching the muscles on his face, and the elite of the tribes around him, everyone was full of fear, this strong army. When the lonely city was besieged, it was suddenly killed, and once the impact was launched, it was an endless momentum, and the sons of the southbound tribe had no power to fight back in front of them.

After this large-scale battle, even if someone is lucky enough to return to the grassland, in the future, in the future, in the dream, there will be these hundreds of hideous iron masks every night, these two perfect turning smoke and dust pulled out under Shuozhou City, this snowy blade, this own son of the miserable wail, this splash of flesh and blood!

Everyone's eyes turned to this miscellaneous leader 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 the face of the bearded leader twitched, and he looked at the Southern Dynasty soldiers who were rolling up the blood rain in the sky, and countless grassland disciples wailed and screamed in front of their horses, and rows of barbs were chopped down and turned over, and the dry battlefield turned into a blood-colored mud in a blink of an eye.

The dream of dominating the desert, under such a strong performance of the military horses 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 it is only the tip of the iceberg!

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?

The bearded leader 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 also with an indomitable momentum, like a series of iron walls. Desperate to join the battlefield!

On the front is the armor of the Southern Dynasty who slaughtered a lot, and behind it is the Jurchen Iron Cavalry that Yin Keshu divided into a group to help, and the miscellaneous beards are sandwiched in the middle, like ants.

But this scene also made the bearded leader react at once, and they couldn'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!

The bearded leader suddenly screamed and pulled out his long knife: "Fight hard!" Either fight the Southern Dynasty with the Jurchens, or die here, there is no second way out! ”

At the shouting, the bearded leader was already urging his horse forward like a frenzy, and beside him, the knights of his tribe could only follow on horseback. Once driven by this miscellaneous leader, these miscellaneous light horsemen who hesitated to wait and see behind the formation finally moved.

Nearly a thousand Hu cavalry, with a strange cry like a wolf and an eagle, surged forward, and hundreds of Jurchen iron horsemen separated from the south Yinkeshu also came from the sandwich, and the Jinyang army armor soldiers who were trapped in the array of the Zahu infantry army and slashed and killed were like a piece of 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 Yin Keshu collided fiercely again, and both sides lowered their horses, and no one expected to leave with one blow. It is to divide life and death in this battle group that has fallen too many corpses!

The blades flown over, blood splattered, and the horses neighed. The sparks on the armor of both sides were splashed by the blades, and they fluttered in the thick yellow dust and smoke splashed by the horses' hooves.

The collision of two elite iron horsemen, fierce. It's shocking!

Yang Zhi 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 sword with his right hand to fight to the death.

To this extent, Yang Zhi firmly involved the main force of the Jurchens, which was enough for Shuozhou City to try its best to accept the fleeing people. And the city was closed and continued to be held.

But in the same way, Yang Zhi no longer had a 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!

Yang Zhi, who had let go of everything, only felt that his own killing was indescribably refreshing, and the sword in his hand that Yang Ling asked a master craftsman to recast was originally the shape of the horse sword used by the horseman. The hilt is extremely long and the spine is thick. When waving, it is extremely easy, and there is enough weight of seven or eight catties, plus an extremely sharp edge, but the body is in the body, and the armor is flat. Blood splattered!

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 rolled down the dust with the war horse before he could pick up the stirrups and jump away, and the guards behind him were ready to step on the horse. But with a sharp scream, he was stabbed off his horse with a spear by a Jurchen Tartar who came silently and suddenly.

Yang Zhi 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 his face, and he turned over and fell off the horse with a scream.

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

On weekdays, with Yang Zhi's strength, taking this spear can be called a stable thing, but now when he urges his strength, he only feels that his arms are sore, and his lungs are hot and painful when he inhales.

has been taking the lead and rushing to the front, this green-faced beast has fought to the point of not to mention the exhaustion of oil and lamps, but also the extent of great decline in strength, this time he actually didn't snatch the spear down, the Jurchen Tartar is still desperately sending the spear forward! And Yang Zhi could only grit his teeth and hold on to the spearhead.

When he was shouting, another Jurchen Tartar snatched it from the side, waved the long knife in his hand, and slashed at Yang Zhidou's side in one fell swoop!

In the splash of sparks, Yang Zhi's iron face was split by this knife, bringing out a deep wound on his face, and blood suddenly gushed out, and at the same time, the hardwood shaft of the spear pinned by Yang Zhi also snapped and broke.

Yang Zhi had no place to borrow, the head and feet rolled off the horse's back, this knife wound was still secondary, if it weren't for Yang Zhi's rich experience in the battle array, when the wind hit his ears, he subconsciously tightened his neck muscles, shortened his neck to protect the cervical vertebrae, and tried his best to reduce the strength of this knife, even if the hood and the iron surface can have a protective effect, this knife is enough to break Yang Zhi's cervical vertebrae!

Rao is like this, Yang Zhi only felt that the roar in his ears was thunder and lightning for a while, the cochlea was concussed, and he also lost control of his body balance, and he could no longer sit on the horse's back, turned over and fell off the horse.

Seeing this Song army warrior fall off his horse, the Jurchen knights around him all let out a cheer!

This fierce general of the Southern Dynasty with a cyan birthmark on his face, rushing left and right in the battle formation, skilled in equestrian skills, and brave in fighting, he doesn't know how many Jurchen sons and daughters have been stabbed and killed, and even Mu Lie, the righteous brother of Pucha Wulie, was cut off by him, and his head was cut down, 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 Jinyang army around them also shouted: "General Yang! ”

These scarred warriors, abandoning their opponents, regardless of their injuries, are also desperately rushing towards the place where Yang Zhi fell!

The Jurchen armor soldier who shot Yang Zhi down with a knife was about to ride his horse forward and cut off Yang Zhi's head, but the mount was neighing, and Yang Zhi's personal guard, who had been stabbed off the horse before, 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 dismount and fight, but the heavily injured Yang Zhi'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 Yang Zhi's personal guards with the last bit of strength, and another Jurchen armor soldier whose spear was broken by Yang Zhi went up again, and suddenly a little lance protruded from his chest, but it was a Song army armorer who came from behind and threw the horse lance in his hand!

The Song army armor who lost their blades didn't have time to rush to Yang Zhi's side, and they were cut down by the Jurchen armor soldiers who caught up, but there was also a steady stream of Jinyang soldiers who sacrificed their lives to come and scuffle with the Jurchen armor soldiers who also came in!

With Yang Zhi's fall as the center of the whirlpool, this riding battle has reached the final climax, the two sides no longer maneuver to avoid, no longer fight equestrian and hand fighting, but in this small space scuffle together, life for life, from the horse planted on the ground to continue to scuffle, in an instant is dozens of lives consumed, the lost owner of the war horse neighed miserably, but also squeezed together, even these mounts, each other, is also kicking and biting!

Yang Zhi 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 Xiao Yang, I didn't lose your face, I didn't lose the prestige of the Jinyang Army you founded, General Da Yang, Huangquan is not far away, I came to follow you and continue to kill the Tartars.

The drowsy consciousness finally returned to Yang Zhi slightly, and when he rolled his eyes, he saw that there were already a lot of bloody corpses of people and horses around him, and the roar and killing of his own brothers sounded beside him.

It's just that the roar of the men, who have been very familiar in the past two years, has withered and become scarce, and more of it is the beast-like howl of the Jurchen Tartars! (To be continued.) )