If Yang Ling used to simply have enough prestige in the army, but those generals from the Western Army would say some strange things in private, and it was inevitable to have some different ideas, but Yang Ling killed Wenchen this time, which made the whole army realize exactly what kind of status Yang Ling has reached now!

And how important this battle is to Yang Ling!

As soon as Xue Yong said this, the commander had nothing to say, rode his horse away, and loudly greeted the extremely tired sons under his command. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info searched for those Jurchen Tartar mounts that could still be used, and then continued, as soon as he commanded Erlang, nearly two hundred miles away, two small-scale but fierce battles, the exhaustion, you can imagine.

But at this time, no one dared to be a little lazy, gasping for breath, he hurriedly poured some cold water, stuffed two mouthfuls of dry cakes into his mouth, the brothers were fighting hard, King Jin was behind him, and he didn't squeeze out the last bit of strength at this time, when would he wait?

And the Shence Army has a point of pride, no matter how bad the battle situation is, from Yandi to here, and finally come out to clean up the situation, it is still King Jin and us!

Xue Yong also pinched his waist and gasped heavily, and waved his hand impatiently: "Get on the horse!" There are more Jurchen Tartars ahead, if you are really so easy to kill, then you will be killed! ”

The ugly-faced armor soldier is one of the few former Changsheng soldiers in the Shence Army, and his life is much more bitter than that of Yandi Hanmin. Although everyone calls him Little Tartar, he is a real Han'er, a slave in the mature female tribe in Liaodong.

Wanyan gave birth to the Jurchen army and fought with the Liao, the mature Jurchen in Liaodong also made a rebellion in the back, the Liao people mobilized various departments to kill, and the predecessor of the Changsheng Army also participated in the war, so he was rescued, and since then he has eaten this bowl of knife rice.

He spoke the Jurchen language, but the Chinese language was extremely influential, so he fell into this name, but no one knew his real name. Ugly in appearance and strange in temper, although he can fight, he can't catch up with the ability of Yang Zaixing like Thirteen Yang De, Yang Zaixing has a dog's temper, but if there is a war, he can be used.

The little Tartar is not a genius like Yang Zaixing, and if he has a bad temper, he will naturally be sent to the back camp, but this guy has been humiliated and abused in the hands of the Jurchens, and after being rescued, if he fights with the Jurchen Tartars, he will not die!

is about to fight to the death between Yifang and Jurchen Tartar to the end, when employing people, although he doesn't want to see this little Tartar, Xue Yong doesn't bother to worry about him, the little Tartar stands stubbornly in the bloodstain, sees Xue Yong impatiently waving his hand, and turns over on the horse without making a sound.

Suddenly, a Jurchen sentence came out of his mouth, and then he raised his hand and pointed forward, facing the west!

Xue Yong raised his head, and hundreds of tired Shence soldiers also looked up. In the direction where Yifang is located in the west, smoke and dust rise into the sky, rolling extremely fiercely. And the faint cry of the mountains, all over the mountains, came here! Yifang is still fighting! Zhou Tai is still nailed there!

Xue Yong roared angrily: "What kind of birds do you still eat?" Get on your horses, our brothers, and fight there! Waiting for us to help! "The Yifang battlefield is chaotic, with smoke and dust rolling and hooves like thunder. The eastern flank was mixed with Hu, and the Jurchen military horses of the Pucha Wulie tribe on the west flank were all five or six hundred paces away from the two wings.

At this time, the chaotic reorganization of the queue left a huge gap in the center, and in this huge gap, thousands of people who were driven to fill the city were crying and running, chaotic, some were stunned and didn't know what to do, some desperately rushed towards Yifang City, and some didn't know where to get their courage, so they roared and cried and picked up the earth and rocks everywhere, and turned around and rushed towards the Jurchen military horses that drove and slaughtered them!

In the smoke and dust rolled by thousands of people, in a yellow dust mist, there were hundreds of red helmets beating like flames, it was Zhou Tai's department, who had already raised the speed of the horse, and hundreds of armored iron-masked knights were stretching out their horse lances like a forest, and launched an attack in the direction of the Yinke technique!

The auxiliary forces such as the Jurchen Cangtou Bullet Press, which had been slaughtering and driving away the people of the Southern Dynasty in the later massacre, also desperately moved towards the western flank at this time to join the Jurchen army under Pucha Wulie. The entire center of the battlefield, except for the scattered people, was completely open like this!

Whether it was the Zahu Department on the east flank or the Jurchen army of the Pucha Wulie Department on the west flank, they all looked at the Yinkeshu Da Jian on the mound. They opened the gap in the center of the battlefield, which was the order issued by the banner and the drum horn.

And sure enough, the Song army soldiers were killed in the city, and looking at this indomitable impact posture, I knew that it was the strong army of the Southern Dynasty that gave the Jurchen army a headache and fought from Yandi to Yunnei to Hedong to the present.

Yifang's small city that can be broken with boots like this, it is with this military horse as a support that it has resisted for so long, as long as they are defeated, Yifang City will spend a little more strength. Say everything and shoot it down!

When did Yin Keshu send the order to close the siege? A few of the Pucha Wulie Division, staring at Yin Keshu Da Zhen and gritting his teeth, clutching the reins, the war horses under his crotch neighed and roared in a low voice, just waiting for the order to close the circle, and in the array of the Zahu Division, those Zahu who dismounted and lined up in a panic were still in a panic and commotion for a long time and could not sort out the queue.

And the light horsemen of the Surunu department, but from the Surunu below, all looked at the silver Keshu with nervousness, and their mouths were so dry as if they had swallowed a mouthful of sand, and the city killed this military horse, except for the horse's hooves rolling like thunder, hundreds of knights on the horse, none of them were born, and none of them had the tendency to hesitate and retreat.

It's like a wave made of layers of steel, just rolling forward firmly! If Yin Keshu passed down the order and the two wings were encircled, I don't know how many lives the children of the tribe who had suffered heavy losses would have to lose when they collided with this strong army!

Surunu's mouth was dry, but his palms were full of cold sweat, and he reached out to take off the riding bow on the side of the saddle, but he actually slipped a few times before pulling it out, and the mount, whose ribs were already protruding from his crotch, seemed to feel the fear of his master, snorting, and his hooves trembled slightly, unable to raise a little fighting spirit.

Beside Surunu, hundreds of Zahu knights moved in line in the direction of the east wing, and on the same as Surunu, they waited for the next order with fear, and the straight lady thief really didn't want to fight against the strong army of the Southern Dynasty that was in the center of the battlefield and was rampage like an iron wall!

And above the mound, Yin Keshu had already stood up, his eyes wide open, and he stared at the hundreds of fiery red helmets surging towards him!

More than a dozen Jurchen guards held horns, equally nervously waiting for Yin Keshu's order, and behind Yin Keshu, the three Jurchen knights of Mouke had already mounted their horses, even though there was some loss all the way south, now the three Mouke were less than six hundred horses, but these military horses were the most elite one under the command of the Jurchen heavy general Wan Yan Lou Room, in front of Luling, with the Senran array finally forced Han Shizhong's tired division, it was this Jurchen elite!

Since going south to Yifang, it is Zahu who is attacking the city, and it is Pucha Wulie's follow-up reinforcements that drive the people of Lanzhou. Six hundred Jurchen armored horses, wearing two layers of heavy armor, the state of the mount has also recovered a lot, and behind the hill is a slightly pulsing sea of steel.

Every Jurchen armor rider was waiting for the order of Yin Keshu, although it had not yet been activated, the murderous aura had already risen in the night! Yin Keshu faced Zhou Tai's department, the momentum has not decreased slightly, the horse speed has already been mentioned to the highest, even this mound seems to be trembling slightly for the indomitable momentum of these hundreds of divine forces, hundreds of straight spears, a piece of steel cold light flashed, stepping through the smoke and dust, has already crossed half of the battlefield!

Countless people who were swept by these Song army iron horsemen, seeing the cangtou bullets that slaughtered them in the back, and seeing the steel torrent of this Han family armor soldier, in addition to crying, at this time there was an earth-shattering cheer!

Yin Keshu suddenly waved his palm and slashed down, the horn sounded desolately, and then the black big tower suddenly tilted towards the direction of Yifang City, and the generals of Pucha Wulie's army and the general of the Zahu army were wide-eyed for a while, this is not an order for them to encircle, but to let them take advantage of the situation to seize the city!

Yin Keshu wants to use himself as bait to attract this Southern Dynasty Iron Horse! The few leading troops of Pucha Wulie's subordinate Mou Ke only felt that they had been greatly insulted, and they waved their knives and roared, staring at the iron horsemen of the Southern Dynasty who were still attacking. And Zahu's subordinates breathed a sigh of relief, and Surunu only felt that the courage had returned to his own body, and suddenly he had the strength, and shouted loudly: "Go and rob the city of the southerners!" ”

And the six hundred Jurchen Iron Horsemen behind the hill where Yin Keshu was located were also suddenly made at this time, and the sound of horses' hooves roared, and along both sides of the hill, they rushed out like a black tide!

At this moment, the Jurchen, the military order is fierce, whether it is willing or not, the two wings of the Pucha Wulie Department and the Zahu Department are all in a roar, against the direction of Zhou Tai's rush, they are about to pounce on Yifang City, and at this moment, the south gate of Yifang City has not been closed, and countless people who have survived the catastrophe are desperately pouring into the city!

At this time, Zhou Tai, who was at the forefront of the team, suddenly roared, and the two hundred and thirty-seven sons under his command who rushed out with him were divided into two parts at once, turning ninety degrees horizontally. Pull out two clouds of smoke and dust with a ninety-degree turn on the battlefield, and flank the Jurchen Tartars and those miscellaneous beards on the two wings respectively!

If it weren't for the elite of the Shence Army, if it weren't for the carefully selected Han Shizhong personally guarding the Chinese army, if it weren't for Zhou Tai who had been fighting with these brothers in the past two years, the degree of cooperation in the battle formation had reached the highest peak, and if it weren't for the thousands of Great Song Dynasty people slaughtered by the Jurchen Tartars in front of them, these men were bloody to fight to the end.

These hundreds of iron horsemen suddenly changed direction between the impacts, and this level of cavalry combat that was almost in a fantasy would not be shown! At this moment, founded by Yang Ling, it gathered the most powerful and capable athletes in Yandi, Shaanxi and other places, and the most elite part of the Shence Army has fought countless battles and won countless victories since it became an army, showing the level of riding warfare that surpasses those horseback nations!

All the Tartars and Miscellaneous Beards on the battlefield looked at these two perfect right-angled smoke and dust in amazement, is this still the cavalry of the Southerners? Yin Keshu's eyes widened again, and the next moment he reacted, snatched the horse led by the guard, and flew on the horse as soon as he slapped the saddle, tearing open his voice and shouting: "We must kill these southern troops!" ”

In the shout, he and the guards around him who reacted were already rushing down the hill! And at the head of Yifang City, the soldiers and soldiers at the head of the city are strong. also stared at everything that was happening in front of him.

Guan Sheng stood at the battlement, completely ignoring the fact that his body was completely exposed, and his fists slammed on the hard soil of the battlement, and his strength was so great that his skin and flesh suddenly bloomed and blood splashed!

"Run!" The war horse galloped, the warm foam splashed with the wind, riding on the horse, Zhou Tai could feel the powerful tremor of every muscle of the war horse under his crotch. In front of him was the Jurchen Tartars whose formation had been stretched and was about to attack the city of Yifang, and the flanks were completely exposed, and behind him were countless people who were desperately pouring into the city.

Zhou Tai only felt a calm heart, this impact was a decisive death, the Tartars deliberately showed a flaw, he forced Guan Sheng's opinion, he wanted to borrow this flaw to save as many people as possible into the city, flank the two wings of the Tartars, entangle them, even if the front silver can be added, it will also entangle this guy!

It's just for the sake of inner peace, what can you do if you die in battle? Yifang has bought enough time for the back here, and I believe that Guan Sheng's sick and crooked guy is also a good man, even if he doesn't have himself, he can still hold Yifang for a few days!

At that time, King Jin should have arrived a long time ago? With King Jin presiding over the overall situation, are you afraid that this Tartar will not fail miserably in the end? In this world, I don't believe in anyone, and I also believe in King Jin!

The Jurchen brigade in front of him was in a panic, originally Pucha Wulie's department was tired, and at this moment it first moved to the west flank and then attacked Yifang City, the formation was completely scattered, the flanks were extremely long, and now they were desperately turning to gather to meet the enemy, but where was the time?

In the past two days, Zhou Tai's department has also been recuperating, and those surviving war horses are eating the essence of chickens that people are reluctant to eat!

In the meantime, the people regard them as dependent, but these sons and daughters have to do something, don't do it themselves, and the people who stay behind will rush to manage everything. There were still poor girls in the city who had not had time to escape, and the turtle landlords who had pressed on their heads thought that the women were burdensome, so they quietly fled with their tails between their legs, but flashed them in the lonely city.

These daughters' families have been decorating their best posture for the past two days, and they have been shouting and cheering for the soldiers and civilians defending the city under the city! When the two hundred and thirty-seven horsemen silently lined up, ready to attack to the death, these daughters had tears in their eyes, let go of their delicate voices, and spoke to them.

"Master Jun, as long as you can come back safely, the slave will give you a slave and a slave, and give birth to a son for you!" But for the Han family, to such a status, what else is there to say? The mournful sound of the horns in the Jurchen Tartar army continued to sound, and even their panicked expressions became more and more clear.

Zhou Tai's eyes suddenly widened angrily under the iron face, and the roar from the bottom of his heart resounded like thunder.

"Kill the Tartars!" (To be continued.) )