The guards and armor riders immediately reacted, Wanyan Lou Room really wanted to die here, and these sons and daughters under his command could only fight with these southerners endlessly, even if they were completely damaged, they had to let all these southerners be buried with Wanyan Lou Room!

That being the case, what else is there to say? Just die with Wan Yan Lou's room!

Seven or eight Jurchen armored horsemen roared in unison, and followed Wanyan Lou's room to meet the Yang Ling who was covered in blood and desperately killed.

And on this side, Yang Zhi mentioned the last strength on his body, and finally surpassed Yang Ling, and roared: "Lord, give me this Tartar head!" ”

Picked up a spear in his hand, the head of the gun was unfolded, pointing directly at Yan Lou's room, Yang Zhi said, and the founding Yang family general also has some distant relationship, the Yang family gun is an ancestral craft, but to his grandfather's generation, when the Western Army and the Xixia people fought to the death, died young, and his father also learned the incomplete Yang family gun.

Yang Zhi naturally knew some Yang family guns, and later he preferred long-handled Pu knives, so he didn't use guns.

At this moment, there was nothing else in Yang Zhi's eyes, only Wanyan Lou's room, Yang Ling wanted to drink Yang Zhi, but this guy was brave and brave, no less than Gao Pet, he had confidence in this man.

At this moment, Yang Ling could only roar and call Tang Huai and Zheng Heng, these two people were one left and one right, wings protecting Yang Zhi and rushing forward, and finally the seven or eight guards who were guarding the side of Wanyan Lou's room had already fought for their lives, this cavalry chased each other, and finally the hard-fought battle had been fought to the end, and there were only a dozen people who could hold on to the final fight under the tooth flag of Wanyan Lou's room, and there was no room for dodge and retreat between the two sides, which was a fierce collision. The stab of the blade, the difference between life and death, is between lightning and flint!

Yang Zhi's big gun was in his hand, and the grip was already sticky and greasy with blood, and it was slippery in his hand, and he hit a Jurchen guard in the throat as soon as he crossed the gun. Robbed two Jurchen guards on his side, one lost his blade and went to hug Yang Zhi's big gun, these long-time Jurchen guards also understood that as long as there was a weapon in hand, this young general would be unstoppable!

At the beginning of the fight, the Jurchen Tartar method could only be said to kill Yang Zhi in a daze, almost whimsical, and Yang Zhi's arms were a little vigorous. The body of the ash pole flicked up, relying on this Jurchen Tartar to grab it viciously, teasing him until dawn and not being able to catch half a hair on the body of the gun, but until now, seeing the Jurchen Tartar snatching the blade with his bare hands, Yang Zhi shouted vigorously, but for a while he found that his arm was sore, and he usually walked with him. Speaking of the power that arrived, I couldn't rush it for a while!

Yang Zhi's ability. In this era, he is definitely the best among the martial artists, Yang Zhi is a young man, he has been working hard for a few years, learning one-handed knife techniques by himself, and when he grows up, his ability has far surpassed that of his peers. The heroic place is only afraid that it is no less than Wang Yanzhang who fought with the strong force of Shatuo in Hedong back then!

With this ability, Yang Zhi is a wild man, and he has a bit of a funny spirit that can poke a hole in the sky, so he wants to make a name for himself with his ability. The family can't be restrained, and later escorted Hua Shigang out of the basket, so he found Yang Keshi's way, after entering the Western Army, whether this guy is fighting and seeing the battle, or comparing in the army, Yang Zhi is not only heroic and fierce, but also endured for a long time, and was born to rush into the camp and capture the flag of the vanguard in the army, never saw what it was like for him to be afraid of tiredness!

But today, for the first time, Yang Zhi actually felt that his arms couldn't scream! The reason is actually that there is no other, that is, tired, even if it is a character like Yang Zhi!

Rapid travel in the mountains, basically forced marching, this physical exertion is already amazing, Yang Zhi is a good and strong character, and he is the first in everything, and he will not seize any time to rest and recover his physical strength like an old pawn, today's battle, he has been at the forefront, rushing to the banner of Wanyan Lou's room, except for the last because of the fall off the horse, Yang Ling was robbed by the three, Yang Zhi has always been like a mad tiger rushing to the front!

Although killing the Jurchen Tartars is like mowing grass, but in the real battle array, it seems that the battle of life and death is like lightning and flint, and I really experience it, and I know how many people's energy and physical strength are consumed in every collision and fight!

The Jurchen Tartars are skilled in equestrianism, powerful and heavy, and their combat skills are pure, and every thorn that falls down is a huge consumption of energy and physical strength! The Song army in front of him, whether it was Gao Zhong or the soldiers and horses led by Yang Ling, fought outside Ulzhou, from attacking the camp to the cavalry hedge, everywhere the horse passed, they were all invincible, and the most elite direct leader of Wanyan Lou's department, Mouke, was also fought to the point of exhaustion, and the Song army, even if Yang Zhi was a killing god, it was difficult to continue!

The Jurchen Tartar grabbed Yang Zhi's big gun, and Yang Zhi roared angrily, and the crotch of the unbelieving man pressed the horse, and his arms were weak, so he shouted from the roots of the martial artists!

The root of the martial artist is the waist, fighting in battle, all of them are killed with a luan belt to kill the waist thinly, the waist is strong, the mountain can also be moved, if the waist is soft, this battle is the end, even if Yang Zhi kills his arms are sore, sweating through heavy armor, but the waist and back are still as stable as a mountain, straight up!

This crotch, but heard a wail from the crotch war horse, and fell to the ground with a bang, and couldn't bear Yang Zhi's crotch anymore, this carried Yang Zhi repeatedly rushed to kill, and broke into the Gaojun Liaodong war horse, the hair was already soaked, and the last bit of horsepower was squeezed out, and the body was scarred, and the blood was almost gone, boom, splashing a lot of dust, Yang Zhi even fell down with the horse, this blood-robed and big gun general, finally stopped in front of Wanyan Lou's room!

And the Jurchen guards who grabbed the barrel of the gun were also ripped off their horses, and there were three Jurchen guards, roaring angrily at Yang Zhi with swords and guns, about to end this young Nanren general who didn't know how many girls he had killed like mowing grass!

When Yang Zhi fell off the horse, Wanyan Lou Room finally moved, and when the fight went to this point, Wan Yan Lou Room finally understood that his own strategy of luring the enemy to counterattack was probably going to cost his own life in the end, and the strength of these southerners was unseen and unheard of!

But Wanyan Lou also firmly believes that such a strong elite, even if the people in the south are vast and well-informed, they also need to be in the right place and even luck to gather together, and it is by no means possible to emerge anytime and anywhere, otherwise the southerners are also so elite and capable of fighting, why should the Khitan have always occupied the sixteen states of Yanyun for more than a hundred years, and dare not look north for a hundred years? (To be continued......)