Wan Yan Kenu shouted loudly, the sound is like a negative trauma beast, he is indeed like a negative trauma beast, the left shoulder armor has been distorted and deformed by a blunt weapon, fortunately Wan Yan Kenu unloaded in time to avoid the catastrophe of broken tendons, but when the left hand is used, it is not very powerful.

Wanyan Kenu's hood has already been blown away, revealing a bald head that has grown a layer of short stubble, and the money rat tail has also become messy, even more ugly, on top of the armor, full of blood, I don't know if it is his own or those of the Southern Army, beside him, more than 100 Jurchen armor riders gathered, with Wanyan Kenu as the core, forming an array, and fighting with all their strength.

There are still three of the seven Puliyan who follow him, suppressing this small array everywhere, commanding the fight, these Puliyan's embarrassment after the hard fight is by no means inferior to Wanyan Kenu, and the remaining four Puliyan are either killed in battle with their own eyes, or they can't be found.

With such a chaotic battle formation, it is estimated that the possibility of survival is extremely slim, and their own Jurchen military horses have already clashed forward and cannot move, so they can only form such an array, and in turn resist the impact of the Southern cavalry one after another, and the difficulty of this defeated and disabled Southern army has exceeded the highest estimate of the Jurchen warriors.

Every impact is a fierce collision between the two sides, the horse battle long soldiers are handed out like a forest, staggered and stabbed at each other, the agile ones turn around and let go of the long soldiers like a forest, and the ones who react a little sluggishly are poked off the horse, and then they are trampled by countless horse hooves.

As soon as the long soldiers are handed over, the two sides rush in, and they will immediately fight in a short battle! Hammers, broadswords, spears, horse lances, and tribulus terrestris rise and fall, smashing on the skull, smashing on the armor, it is the tooth-aching metal collision and scraping, it is the dull sound of broken tendons, and it is the irrepressible scream!

After each wave of hand-to-hand battles, there was an extra layer of corpses on the ground. The reins of the empty horse roared and scurried away, and the bloody gas in the air became even thicker, and in the end, this bloody gas seemed to be condensed into a real thing, and in it, even the Jurchen warriors who had experienced a hundred battles felt that they were disgusting!

Another row of Southern armored cavalry rushed up from the front. Wanyan Kenu, who had already been killed with gold stars in his eyes and had several wounds on his body, looked at it strongly, and saw that the first rider was a general with a big gun and a face full of vicissitudes.

This big gun is as thick as the bottom of the bowl, this is the heavy general of the Southern Army! On the previous few occasions, he led the guards to rush forward, wielding a big gun bravely. Several times I almost impulsively rode the Jurchen armor array, but in the end he was repulsed, or even almost missed the formation, but was taken back by the personal guards, who sacrificed their lives and forgot their lives.

Such a move also made Wanyan Kenu believe that this heavy general of the Southern Army wielding a big gun was the soul of this Southern Army! And this time. This important general of the Southern Army rushed forward again, and the guards who followed him were much less than before.

It can be seen that the Southern Army armor rode after repeatedly charging into battle. It's already almost exhausted, and there is not much strength left! As long as this important general of the Southern Army is killed, perhaps the offensive momentum of the Southern Army will no longer be sustainable, and there will be no more spirit to fight to the death.

In fact, when it came to this, the cavalry army of Gao Pet's department was not less than that of Wanyan Kenu. On the contrary, there were at least 400 armor soldiers under his command, and the ratio of casualties to the Jurchen Tartars had almost reached a proud record of 1 to 1.

After fighting repeatedly for nearly twenty rounds, there is still strength on the horseback on his own side, but there are only 100 people. And they all use strips of cloth to tie the blades to their arms, so they really don't have any extra physical strength.

The rumor that the Jurchen Tartars can rush back and forth to kill twenty or thirty rounds in the Jurchen Tartar battle array turned out to be true, Gao Pet glanced at the Jurchen Tartars, although he was also shocked by his own momentum, but the Jurchen Tartars who were still on horseback all had the strength to fight again, and most of the hundred soldiers and horses behind him were only to the point that the last round was to the point of running out of oil and lamps, not to mention that in the back, the three hundred armor soldiers who could no longer lift up a trace of strength just fell down in the cold mountains, Zheng Heng, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, hurriedly dispatched thirty people to feed and take care of the water.

Zheng Heng said in a loud voice, "General Gao, let me fight for a while, the Jurchen Tartars are really difficult, don't hold on!" ”

Wanyan Kenu heard about this, but he just knew that this fierce general surnamed Gao was the pillar of the Song people, kill him, you must kill him, this Nanren army is really terrible, and his own family wants to completely break the backbone of the Song people, and in the future, he will let these kills see the scene of our Jurchen sons and daughters who fled after hearing the wind.

Wanyan Kenu took a deep breath, only to feel that the air with a strong smell of blood entered the lobes of the lungs was just a hot pain, looking back left and right, it was obvious that the array composed of his own Jurchen warriors had also withered, and the corpses of people and horses were all under his feet, and the dirty blood had already dyed half of the horse's legs red.

There are not many familiar faces in the past, everyone is dull, just looking at the wave of less than 100 people rushing up on the opposite side, a Pu Liyan, who is famous for daring to fight, has a hole pierced by a spear in the waist of his armor, and his blue-gray intestines have flowed out, but he doesn't know how he can still sit on a horse.

Arrows flew wildly, spears stabbed each other, and it was also the most difficult and cruel time to fight, can you kill this important general of the Southern Army? Will we be able to win this war? Wanyan Kenu was too tired to think, so he could only subconsciously stare at the heavy general of the Southern Army who was rushing to kill, and the big gun had already been raised, and tightly held the blood-stained horse lance in his hand.

Gotta kill him!

Under Gao Chong's pocket, sweat is like a drape, blurring his eyes, and the big gun in his hand is already bent, heavy as a mountain, and the armor soldier who followed the impact around him, the exhaustion and pain are the same as Gao Chong.

But the Jurchen Tartars are fierce and able to fight, and it is not false at all, so they took over wave after wave of impact, beating the corpses and horses on both sides, all over the battlefield, plus negative wounds, fallen horses, exhausted, withdrawn and regrouped in the queue, and now they are entangled, and those who can launch an impact with the high pets are only hundreds of horses for a while!

The Jurchen Tartar array also became thin and abnormal, revealing large and small gaps, but these stout and fierce barbarian warriors were still standing on the battlefield, staring at the Song army armor cavalry that was roaring again, ready to fight to the death!

In the blurred vision, Gao Pet saw the figure of Wanyan Knu, this powerful general under the command of Wanyan Lou's room, raised the horse lance obliquely, facing him, and the surrounding Jurchen warriors all looked at him, and as Wanyan Kenu raised the horse lance, these Jurchen armored horsemen also raised their blades! (To be continued......)

PS: Can General Gao finish killing Yan Kenu? I know what will happen next, and look at the next decomposition, the gun picks the iron pulley is estimated to be finished tomorrow, and I am a little nervous, afraid that it will not be written well!