When Yang Zaixing and his cavalry outflanked from the periphery, the proud Jurchen cavalry didn't care at all. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The idea of being invincible in the field has been instilled too much, and no one has ever dared to fight head-on.

Four hundred cavalry of the Southern Dynasty, the cavalry of the Southern Dynasty that even the Liao army could not beat, was simply a head-off.

That Mouke waited until Yang Zaixing had assaulted two hundred paces before he whistled and ordered the Jurchens to follow him on their horses to meet the enemy.

"The people of the Southern Dynasties, who don't know whether they are alive or dead, dare to ambush us, let the Khitans go first, and kill them all with me!"

There was a tall entourage under him, pointing at Yang Zaixing and saying disdainfully, "My lord, the girls of the Southern Dynasty don't need you to make a move, I'll go and take down his head!" After speaking, he carried a mace and led four or five subordinates to meet him.

Yang Zaixing had already stared at that Mouke, and when he saw a stout and mighty warrior coming, he knew that the other party intended to despise him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile. What did the eldest brother say, if he doesn't do it, he won't die, but he pretends to be in front of me, die.

Twenty steps away, the Jurchen warrior mace swept towards Yang Zaixing's chest, this kind of hedged horse speed, so heavy force, as long as it was swept away, it would either be dead or disabled.

Yang Zaixing's spear reached out and pressed the mace, and with a few strokes of pounds, he led the opponent's huge strength to the side.

The man felt that the mace was pulled by an invisible force and almost fell off. Subconsciously grasp the long handle forward.

At the moment when the two horses staggered, Yang Zaixing didn't look at the shot in his hand, and it happened to cut through the opponent's neck, and the sharp blade almost cut off the neck in such a fast way.

The Jurchen only felt a sharp pain in his neck, and the blood spurted out like a flood, and he reached out and touched it, and there was a big slimy hole, and the blood could not be blocked.

Then the world spun around, and the hand that clenched the mace loosened, and his head drooped to the side, and he fell headlong from the galloping horse. Since his feet were still in the stirrups, his whole body hung diagonally on the left side of the horse, and in his confusion, he did not believe that he had been killed by a single move.

The guards who followed Yang Zaixing rushed to his horse, grabbed his pigtails, cut off his head with a knife, and shouted "Commander Yang, first level!" ”

And Yang Zaixing kept moving, with a big gun in his right hand and a long knife in his left hand, and opened his bow left and right, killing and wounding two Jurchen cavalrymen one after another. The remaining three or two Jurchen cavalrymen were also killed by other men.

With such a quick hedge, the five Jurchen warriors were wiped out, and Mouke seemed to be a little unable to believe his eyes.

Is this still a Southern Dynasty person? What about being timid as a mouse? What about the one-touch collapse of the promise?

"All impact!" But a lagging order on the battlefield meant failure, and more than a hundred Jurchen cavalry moved towards Yang Zaixing with a dazed servant army.

Yang Zaixing's subordinates were high-spirited, like thunder, and quickly surrounded them in a semi-circular queue.

Yang Zaixing watched as more than a dozen cavalrymen surrounded the Mouke, and as soon as he lifted the reins of his horse, the horse jumped high and flew above them like a giant dragon.

The Jurchen cavalry was stunned for a moment, this horse can still fly? They were stunned, Yang Zaixing didn't waste time, shook the spear flower, and instantly added two blood holes to the chests of the two Jurchens. Then follow the horse straight into the Jurchen pile.

The Jurchens woke up like a dream, and they turned their heads to look for Yang Zaixing's figure, where can they find it?

The rise of Yang Zaixing's killing, his blood was boiling, a big gun, a long knife, like a chainsaw, killed the Jurchen cavalry a lot of casualties.

His guards were originally still at the first level, but Yang Zaixing's speed of killing was too fast, in order to protect him, the guards could only follow at full speed regardless of the battle record, and it was important to kill the Jurchens!

At first, the Khitans thought it was the rescue of the Liao army and cheered loudly. But I immediately found out that this army was all in the uniform of the Song Army, and I couldn't help but marvel, when did the Song Army produce an invincible young general!

It turned out that the Liao army and civilians who were boldly by the Jurchens were strong and mermaids, but now the Jurchen headquarters have been killed by the Song army to chop melons and vegetables, so what are you waiting for if you don't take revenge at this time?

Many Khitan people who were bullied by the Jurchens even beat down and killed the Jurchen servants, so the melee between the Jin and Liao armies broke out in the crowd.

Most of the people and officials, big and small, were so frightened that they fled in all directions, stumbling for their lives at night.

Zuo Qigong and dozens of guards did not move, and he knew that this might be an opportunity. The Song army in front of him was very strong in combat, either the Western Army or the winning army.

In addition to being familiar with the Yanjing place and the political situation of Liao, he doesn't know anything else. Only Yanjing is the most suitable for their own development, and no matter which side wins, it is impossible to leave Yanjing, and their ability and value will have a bright future.

Later, he saw that in the battle of the Song army to encircle and suppress the Jurchens, each Jurchen was surrounded by at least three Song soldiers. Therefore, the Jurchen soldiers were killed before they could resist two moves, and the Song army immediately went to help other comrades quickly kill and injure the opponent, and the Jurchen forces were sharply reduced.

The Jurchen servant army in the infantry melee was even more miserable, facing the tearing and fighting of thousands of Khitan people, the two hundred servant army were almost torn apart.

When Jurchen Mouke came back to his senses, there were only more than thirty people left around him, and almost all of them were injured.

In this quarter of an hour of battle, the winning streak exerted the power of fast and efficient fighting skills, especially the combined tactics of three cavalry attacking one opponent, which greatly reduced their own casualties.

killed more than 60 Jurchen cavalrymen, and he only lost more than 10 of them. The result of one to five made the last remnants of the Jurchen Mouke deeply frightened, and even gasped for breath to relieve their uneasiness.

Yang Zaixing pointed a gun at the Mouke, "Do you know who your grandfather is?" ”

The man looked nervous, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"Grandpa is Yang Zaixing, who was in Fengsheng last month, and has seen the skills of Yinshuke, but Er'er, now you are even worse, surrender quickly, but spare you from dying!"

Although the Jurchen Mouke had no bottom in his heart, he still couldn't do such a shameless thing as surrendering to the Song army, and roared angrily, "If you die, you will die, just fight!" ”

Rush! So Yang Zaixing led his subordinates to the Jurchen, and a skirmish began again.

Taking a moment, Yang Zaixing slapped him in the face with a knife on the back, and the man fell down with a snort.

The spear professed and hovered at his throat, and the man was so frightened that he stepped back in fear when he faced the difference between life and death.

I'm afraid of death, and I think you really have to be brave! Cut! Looking at his swollen cheeks, frightened eyes, and gritted teeth, what a good messenger.

"Go back and tell my old friend, grandpa, no one can touch what I fancy to him, and whoever stretches out his hand, I will cut him off."

The Mouck didn't seem to believe it yet, "You, let me go?" ”

"Of course!" Yang Zaixing's men moved briskly, and the blade of the spear stirred twice on the left and right sides of his face, cutting off his ears. "But I'm going to give you a long memory! ! (To be continued.) )