The Liao general watched Tang Huai turn around, and a spear stabbed between his chest and abdomen, Tang Huai used all his strength to dodge a little, this spear still pierced from his shoulder and back, Tang Huai screamed miserably, this general's strength is so strong, under the force, this broken spear protrudes from Tang Huai's back!

Tang Huai used his last strength, smashed his face with a fist, snorted in front of the Liao people, pushed forward hard, and nailed Tang Huai and his people to the ground with a spear! He stretched out his hand to touch the scattered blades on the ground, wanting to easily kill Tang Huai.

Tang Huai was hit hard here, and no one was in front of Yang Ling and Ji Bajin, and the two were about to collide together!

In Yang Ling's eyes, everything in front of him seemed to be slowing down, unbelievably clear, he saw the final impact of the Liao knights, saw the hideous faces of the eight catties in the room, and also saw the desperate battle of his sons.

His adrenal hormones have soared to a level that can't be higher, but in his mind, there is a clear mind, if Lao Tzu dies here! So many people fought to the death with me, and with me to save the Northern Expedition, in the future, I also want to take them to resist the Jurchens to the south, so that the Han family will no longer suffer the pain of losing the country, Lao Tzu will give them an explanation no matter what!

Tang Huaifang's few words of riding on foot could not have passed through his mind more clearly, "The spear should be steady, the tip of the spear should be upward, don't poke it out, just wait for the Liao people to bump into it."

He had added the last whip to the war horse, and the mount under his crotch was also a divine horse, with a long neigh, four hooves in the air, flying towards Yang Ling, Yang Ling always calmly kept on the left side of the horse's head that had been eight catties, making it difficult for him to swing his long knife, and simply rushed forward on the horse, so that he couldn't dodge. Trample Yang Ling under the horse's hooves!

Watching the war horse rise, Yang Ling took a deep breath, and when he couldn't make a move, he had already fallen backwards, the spear in his hand was still held steadily, and the front hooves raised by the war horse swept dangerously in front of his forehead. This majestic war horse slammed into the sharp spear tip he raised!

With such an electric flint, he couldn't make the slightest mistake, so that Yang Ling would not be able to do it so perfect at this moment if he came ten thousand times in the future!

The huge momentum was suddenly added to the shaft of the spear.

With a "snap", the spear broke, and the force of the backlash made a crackling and dislocated sound instantly come from Yang Ling's bones, and he almost came out with a mouthful of blood.

He hurriedly rolled to the left. Dodging the direction in which the war horse fell, before he got up, he leaned over and looked out, the war horse that had been ridden by eight catties of the room, and his spear was poking the horse in the middle of the four hooves, and fell from the air with the eight catties of the chamber, and the eight catties of the chamber had no chance to get out at all, and even the people and horses fell into the dust. In the neighing and screaming of the war horse, he was crushed to the bottom!

Yang Ling turned over violently. He had already pulled out the saber at his waist in his hand, and when he rushed to the horse, he saw that the war horse was still trembling slightly, and he had been pressed under the horse's belly, and the long knife in his hand was thrown far away, staring at Yang Ling with blood-red eyes and looking at Yang Ling fiercely, without the slightest intention of giving in and being afraid.

Yang Ling sneered. Holding the saber in both hands, he poked it fiercely, and immediately penetrated his chest, cut his ribs, and killed this Xiao Gan general. It was enough to fight Han Shizhong's opponent, and he was nailed to the ground!

At this moment, Yang Ling just let out a loud roar: "I'm your grandmother's!" ”

Han Shizhong looked at the corpses all over the ground, and finally fell to the ground in despair, chasing and killing for more than ten miles, at this time he was already exhausted, "Pengju, we are already powerless, hurry back to the division to help General Xiao Yang, we will come to see you when we take a breath!" ”

Yue Fei nodded, and didn't say anything, the Liao people here have died cleanly, but it is just to clean up the follow-up matters of the battlefield, and he called Lei Yuanwen at the moment, "Commander Lei, the life and death of Xiao Yang are uncertain, let's go back immediately, don't care about the horsepower." ”

A team of war horses rose up in a noisy manner, and the blood of the war horses and horses flowed for a long time, and everyone was racing against time at this time, eager to rush back to Yang Ling's place in one step.

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All the Liao soldiers on the field, whether they were scarred and still fighting to the death for the rest of their lives, or they used their bodies and their lives to protect the cavalry warriors who were eight catties in shape and took the commander of the Southern Army.

At this time, as long as there was still a breath of breath, they all watched blankly as they had already rolled down the battlefield with men and horses, and the commander of the Southern Army raised his saber high, roared, and stabbed downward without pause.

Eight pounds of blood in his chest were splashed up a foot high! Every Liao soldier was stunned by this thought in his mind, and he forgot to fight for a while!

The Song army, whether it was the broken foot soldiers of the Shence Army or the guards of Yang Ling who were standing in front of him, also turned around, staring blankly at the scene in front of him, Tang Huai was broken by the Liao general's hand The spear passed through the back of his shoulder, and was firmly nailed to the ground, and blood gushed out.

But despite the wound being torn, he still turned his head to look behind him on the ground, and the Liao general also copied a short knife in his hand, raised it high, and was about to stab it, but his movements stopped completely at the moment, and he looked at the scene in front of him with the same wavering.

The pause in the field seemed to be very long and seemed to be very short, and every remnant of the Liao people burst out with a heart-rending roar from the mouth, no matter whether they were stepping up or down the horse, and regardless of the blades that the opponent beckoned over, they all roared and rushed towards Yang Ling, wanting to kill him to avenge the leader of the Xi tribe in the eight catties of the room, to snatch his body back, or simply to die with this!

The remnants of the Song army also had the same earth-shattering cheers and shouts as the roar of the Liao soldiers, and they also did not hesitate to take their lives, one after another, blocking Yang Ling's body with their blades and bodies, tightly guarding Yang Ling, who was still firmly grasping the hilt of the sword, nailing the body of Yang Ling!

The person behind him is their commander, their banner, and their invincible god of war!

The battle between the two sides was ten times more fierce than Caicai, and everyone no longer cared about their lives, and in just a moment, they didn't know how many prolific soldiers from both sides fell at the same time.

At this moment's opportunity, which had been blocked for a short moment, those Yue Fei's armor soldiers who had galloped to help had already arrived, and when they arrived, there were already war horses that suddenly fell to the ground with their front hooves.

Such a deadly gallop has made it difficult for these war horses to support it anymore, and immediately the armor soldier rolled over, still rushing towards the melee battlefield here!

These Liao soldiers have completely ignored their backs, in fact, their last impact is nothing more than begging for death. (To be continued......)