Jurchen warfare, pay attention to the fast fighting, looking at their rise speed, is undoubtedly amazing, to fight to nourish the war, with the continuous outbreak of war to sharpen the minions of the army, with the wealth that continues to plunder, and then arouse the fighting spirit of the army.

I have to say that the Jurchen population is sparse, but at least in the first three generations since the start of the army, each of their thorough Jurchens is extremely brave, their nature is tyrannical and fierce, indomitable, and even more rare Yes, at this time, the general combat level of the Jurchens is extremely high, and every Mouke Meng'an has a very high judgment on the war, which is difficult to compare with both the late Liao and the Northern Song Dynasty.

This is also the Jurchen Tartar in front of him who never thought until he died, and he had rich combat experience and never caught a single Nanren general who looked like he was in his early twenties, is this guy really a person?

The Jurchens basically did not encounter any resistance, although the people in the village were somewhat strong, but where could they match their fighting skills, and the advantages of the military revolution in their hands, the strength of the bow and crossbow, and the complete armor were not comparable to the defenseless peasants.

After killing all the strong, those women and children, old and weak, were all driven together, at this time, these women and children with less resistance completely became the playthings of their killing, and this village became a purgatory scene full of dead corpses in the blink of an eye!

The Jurchen Tartars killed people in a lot of ways, the horses were released and walked freely, and after the group waited to slaughter the villagers, the Jurchen Tartars began to burn the village with a fire, at this time everyone's face was full of blood, the bloody breath was heavier, and the fireworks constantly rose to tell the tragedy that happened during the scenes.

A Jurchen armorer also rode on a horse, cut the lower abdomen of a pregnant woman with the tip of a spear, and lifted the dead baby on the tip of the spear.

When the Jurchen Tartars were enjoying the fun of killing, not far away, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves, the sound was a little chaotic, mixed with the sound of hundreds of infantry neatly lined up, those Jurchens suddenly woke up, and drew their swords one after another, and many people hurried to find the scattered war horses, but at this time, some horses were frightened by the formation and fled in all directions.

Yang Ling rode the Yandi war horse at the front of the queue, at this time, when he saw the scene of the Jurchen armor soldier lifting the baby high, he couldn't help but feel that his heart was dripping blood, and his eyes were red, and he shouted, "Brothers, the Tartar of the straight mother thief is not a person, kill it with a certain person." ”

After finishing speaking, he took the lead in rushing out, and Yue Fei beside him saw that the horse under the crotch was even more of a divine horse, and the last to come first, but surpassed Yang Ling in front, with his horse control skills, where could Yang Ling compare to him, "My lord, I will take care of it here, the blood of the tartar, don't insult the adult's hand." ”

"Zhang Xian, look at the adults!" After Yue Fei finished speaking, he didn't look back to kill the general, and Yelu Dashi on the side also smiled heroically, "We Liao people are not bad at fighting Nan'er, Agu Zhe, dare to rush and kill for a while?" ”

"Dare not die for adults!" After Yelu Aguzhe finished speaking, he led the Khitan knights to raise the speed of the horse, followed by Yue Fei, and the killing general passed, followed by Yang Ling's two hundred foot soldiers, led by Yan Shichen, everyone looked at the Jurchen's face with a look of disgust, eager to eat its flesh and drink its blood.

Zhang Xian behind him did not step forward with the army, but with the strength of his two arms and a hundred catties, he pulled the reins of the horse when Yang Ling's horse speed had not come in advance, and the war horse was pulled to stand up, Yang Ling immediately threw a horse whip at Zhang Xian, "Straight lady thief, what are you doing to hold Lao Tzu." ”

Zhang Xian looked honest, Yang Ling threw a whip on his front door, and a blood stain suddenly appeared, Zhang Xian couldn't care about the pain on his face, and still grabbed the reins of the horse, "My lord, you just killed me, and I can't let you go to death." ”

Yang Ling couldn't help but soften his heart a little when he saw Zhang Xian's stunned appearance, "It's okay, it's okay, I just don't rush." After speaking, he laughed and scolded, "Thief bird, what do you mean by you saying that you can't let me die, and my fighting skills are so bad?" ”

"It's not bad!" Zhang Xian also replied honestly, without mixing any water, "My lord, to be honest, I also want to kill all those straight thieves with Brother Yue, but if the adult comes forward, I will inevitably take care of the adult, and it will be unpleasant when the time comes......" Zhang Xian kept talking non-stop, and the words were obviously all kinds of dislike for Yang Ling, Yang Ling couldn't help but twitch his face fiercely when he heard it.

The war horse chirped, Yue Fei always rushed to the front, at this moment the heaven and earth seemed to be a lone for Yue Fei, the horse was in the wind, the big gun in his hand was tightly held, and he rushed straight towards the Jurchens! And then there were more Liao ironclad knights pouring out.

Behind him, hundreds of well-trained soldiers, even after the march, the queue was still neatly pressed down, and the red helmets representing the armor of the Southern Dynasty were beating above everyone's heads!

The Jurchens were a little caught off guard, the young general of the Southern Dynasty at the front of the middle, the big gun in his hand was as thick as a child's arm, if it wasn't big, it was a tiger general, this person was Yue Fei, and the king of Wumu, who frightened the Jin people in later generations, Yue Fei roared angrily: "The dog Tartar of the straight mother thief is here to die!" ”

The Jurchens were a little dumbfounded and looked at Yue Fei in front of them, riding in the lead, rampage, and piercing the Jurchen Tartar at the front with one shot, and then letting go of the big gun, the horse stayed behind the Jurchen people, and only pulled out the front end of the big gun from the back of the Jurchen Tartar with one hand.

Yelu Dashi, who was standing in the distance and watching, couldn't help but praise, "What a Hebei gun!" ”

Behind the Khitan knights swarmed in, after all, the Jurchen Tartars could not be caught off guard, even if they could fight, they could not organize effective resistance for a while, as we all know, even if an army is extremely brave and strong, without an array to rely on, organize and fight, ten battles and ten losses.

And the Jurchen Tartars were killed before, and they didn't expect that a Song army would dare to attack them, and in a hurry, there was no time to line up against the enemy, if they could prepare a little effort, with the courage of the Jurchens, even if Yang Ling could bite them, he would pay a very heavy price.

Now the Jurchens are just fighting on their own, a little too late to even ride their own horses, and their courage is also greatly reduced, Yue Fei and the Khitan knights are both capable of rushing and killing, and the Jurchens are scattered with a single face, not to mention, there are a large number of foot soldiers with cold guns in the back, and what awaits them is nothing more than a way to perish.