Kill the Tartars! In the midst of the battle, the familiar sound of violent collisions between men and horses sounded again. This is a terrifying sound of people and horses colliding with flesh and bones, metal colliding, and armor breaking flesh.

Then there was the screaming of the armor soldiers, the neighing of the war horses, and the bloody breath that suddenly became thicker!

Yang Zhi took the lead, crashed into the flank of the Jurchen armor line, stretched the horse lance in his hand, or stabbed or smashed, and in a blink of an eye, he picked the two Jurchen armorers off the horse, and then pulled out the sword in his left hand.

Behind Yang Zhi, more than 100 armor soldiers followed the collision formation, the Jurchen array was long and thin, and suddenly there was a burst of people turning on their backs, hundreds of long blades were vertical and horizontal, and the screams were endless.

The combat power of the Jurchen armor warriors was also fully manifested at this time, although the center was broken off, dozens of armor soldiers fell down as if they were swept by the wind, and the war horses exploded and galloped, but the Jurchen armor soldiers in the front and back were desperately rolling over, and they were about to surround Yang Zhi and them, not to mention from the direction of the mound, there were hundreds of Jurchen armor soldiers who were joining the battlefield at the fastest speed, regardless of the slightest horsepower!

Yang Zhi used his right sword and left sword, controlled the horse with his legs, and only fought silently with his head muffled. The blood rain splashed and suddenly there was nothing in front of him, and the Jurchen array was killed in a blink of an eye, and under the iron mask, Yang Zhi roared without looking back: "Turn south!" ”

As soon as he stepped on the right stirrup, the war horse had already turned to the direction of Shuozhou City without the reins, and the armor soldiers behind him followed him to kill through the array, and they all heard Yang Zhi's order, and turned around, and they rushed straight to the Jurchen armor who was turning around and killing back.

Although it is a decisive impact. But Yang Zhi was not stupid to die, he rushed away from the array, and turned south, while holding back the Jurchen armor who were robbing the city more tightly, and at the same time, one step south was one step closer to Shuozhou City, and Yang Zhi no longer planned to survive. But the sons and daughters under his command can't say that a few more can return to the city.

The Jurchen armor in the south had turned most of the time, and when Yang Zhi broke through the central array, he had already pulled the formation apart in the process of high-speed rotation, eliminating a standard cavalry hedge formation with a wide front!

Even if it is also a tired division, even if it is caught off guard by elite knights like Yang Zhi, the combat power performance of the Jurchen armor warriors is no matter which Jurchen general's subordinates. It is the same high standard of this era as always!

The whirling Jurchen armor warriors, who also had hundreds of horsemen, had already taken out their riding bows one after another when they scattered and retreated, and they were greeted by a rain of arrows.

The so-called mounted archery was blown very fierce by the later generations of the Huanghuang Dynasty, but when it comes to lethality, that's just it. There are no more than six buckets of riding a bow, and there are some talented people. It's amazing to be able to shoot a stone, and there is no stable shooting support, and the accuracy is very limited.

Jin Mingchi Yuqian had a galloping performance at that time, but they were all selected to walk steadily, and the speed slowed down to the point that it was completely useless in the battle formation, and the carefully selected archers in Ban Zhizhong could show the level of shooting willows immediately. Really in the battle array, who takes this performance seriously?

The most important role of the nomads' riding and archery is to harass, but if they want to break the formation, or dismount and shoot with the Han crossbowmen for life. Or just put on heavy armor and hit the formation, and there is no other way!

To add a few words, the cavalry is not very lethal, but if the cavalry on the other side is weak, or there is cavalry but it is too heavy and not very mobile. It is also enough to give such continuous harassment, or to disband the array and rush out, such as the European heavy cavalry against Mongolia.

Or under the continuous harassment and blow of many days in a row, the Roman legions that collapsed like Crassus, such as the 150,000 army of the Jin Kingdom of Sanfeng Mountain, collapsed at once, or that sentence, no matter what the lethality of cavalry archery was, in the military level of the Middle Ages, with a strong and highly mobile cavalry group, the tactical choice was too great.

This choice is a tactical advantage. The meaning to be expressed here is that when two heavily armored cavalry groups are hedged, cavalry shooting is really useless.

The six bucket cavalry bows shot a row of arrows to rush towards them, from Yang Zhi and below, these cavalry armorers are all veterans of cavalry warfare, all of them raised a small cavalry round shield tied to their left arm, while covering in front of the horse's head, while bowing their bodies, none of them were slightly flustered, just hard stirrups, as much as possible in a short period of time to increase the speed of the horse.

The rain of arrows fell, and most of them didn't know where they landed, and they didn't hit the target much, or they hit the riding shield, and they sank shallowly, or they landed on the helmet armor and splashed a few sparks and flew out.

Yang Zhi's more than 100 horses, although they are not armored horses, but the war horses are all covered with felt, even if there are feathered arrows to penetrate the felt, it is only shallow into the flesh, but it arouses the ferocity of the war horse, and accelerates with a long neighing hooves! There were only a few sporadic horses, and the mount under the crotch suddenly neighed, and the knight on horseback rolled down into the dust.

But this loss has little impact on the hedge of these two cavalry armies, and the Jurchen armor has no time to fire a second round of arrows!

Yang Zhi held a long-handled Pu knife in one hand and a horse lance in the other, and only relied on his crotch strength to clamp the war horse, maintaining the most suitable posture for exerting force, and only sneered in his heart.

Straight lady thief, you Hulu Tartars, you will first scatter a rain of arrows when you fight. It's annoying to see it, we are the first soldiers in the Jinyang Army, and it's not those bird forbidden troops in Dumen, how can this little trick be scared? It's better not to use a bow and arrow, you bird tartars, just now you shot arrows to occupy your hands, and you are about to abandon the bow and hold the blade, so you can't be busy? The horse warrior hedges, life and death must be divided, and the fight is for this time!

The two opposing cavalry armies finally collided, rolling up huge smoke and dust, and in the yellow smoke, the sound of the two armies colliding this time was ten times more tragic than before!

Yang Zhi poked out the horse lance steadily, and dozens of Xueliang blades protruded around him at the same time, and the Jurchen Tartar in front of him could already see it clearly, and he was tearing out his voice and shouting hard, but the spear in his hand was a little slower than Yang Zhi and them!

The sound of blades breaking through armor and flesh sounded one after another, and the first row of armor soldiers who rushed towards the Jurchen were almost swept away! Yang Zhi stabbed the Jurchen armorer in front of him off the horse with a lance, the lance bent violently and bounced up suddenly, and the lance almost split the face of another Jurchen armorer into two! And the long-handled Pu knife swept even more, and two or three heads suddenly rose to the sky.

But the Jurchen armor rode still rolling. The Jurchen armor who rolled back from the south was at least three or more troops, and the front was opened, and there were ten rows in depth, even if the people in front of them turned their backs and screamed again and again, but none of the Jurchen armorers who followed them slowed down, and they joined this Shura field without hesitation!

All kinds of blades fly. All kinds of sounds sounded, countless horses' hooves trampled around, human lives were consumed like mowing grass, and the two military horses, both of which were firm enough, collided fiercely, and suddenly rolled into a chaotic killing field, the speed of both sides slowed down, and now the armor soldiers on both sides had only one thought, to kill the enemy in front of them!

Yang Zhi has long hands and long feet, and the scope of control is very large. Between the left and right rushes, five or six Jurchen armorers have been picked down one after another, and for a while, the red-eyed Jurchen Tartars can't help but subconsciously avoid this grown man!

In a short period of desperate fighting and scuffle, even though Yang Zhi was experienced in the battle array, the armor on his body was also full of armor leaves turned up, the wounds of the broken piso, the heart goggles were deflated, and the opening of the iron face was stained with blood. In addition to the blood of the enemy, he received a hammer blow to his own house. Although the unloading force was timely, the boss spurted out a mouthful of blood.

After picking out a Jurchen armor soldier in front of him, he looked around and around, and for a while, no Tartar dared to greet him, Yang Zhi swept his eyes, and saw a tiger tail stuck in his hood. Dressed in the heavy armor of the Liao people, the extremely thick Jurchen armor was roaring angrily, wielding a long-handled iron hammer, and swept down two or three of his own brothers one after another.

Yang Zhi didn't know. This is Mu Lie, the righteous brother of the Jurchen heavy general Pucha Wulie, who led a personal guard under Pucha Wulie to seek a ke, and bravely became the most of the generals under Pucha Wulie.

This time he went south, in addition to Yin Keshu, he rushed the most, just thinking about killing and looting, and only when he arrived at Dazu did he receive Yin Keshu's order, and he was driven to the Shuozhou battlefield with great difficulty, all the way to do these stuffy things, Mu Lie had long been impatient, but because of Yin Keshu's strict orders and the advice of his righteous brother, he didn't dare to say anything.

Fortunately, this southerner army and horse actually dared to go out of the city to fight, and dared to face each other with the Jurchen iron cavalry, even if he couldn't help but admire this southerner strong army worthy of its reputation. But Mu Lie finally got a chance to relax the depression in his chest, and in the battle array, he fought the most fiercely, until he was targeted by Yang Zhi at this moment!

Yang Zhi shouted: "Protect me!" Several of the guards who had been fighting by his side immediately moved closer to Yang Zhi, and when the Jurchen armor soldiers who were rushing here, Yang Zhi took his mount slightly, and the horse lance was on the side of the saddle, and he easily pulled out the longbow in the bow bag.

Yang Zhi was able to shoot a hard bow with one stone and eight buckets immediately, and the arrow was wound up as soon as his hand turned over, and then the bow opened like a full moon, and with a swishing sound, a three-edged armor-piercing cone was already roaring towards Mu Lie, who was still showing his bravery!

Before he let go, Yang Zhi gave up the bow, picked up the horse lance and slammed the stirrup, and took a few guards around him to crash in the direction of Mu Lie!

At this time, it is already difficult to walk, and if you catch a few more Tartars on your back, you will earn a few more points!

Over there, Mu Lie was wielding a long-handled iron hammer weighing more than 20 pounds, when he heard the shouts of the guards around him, Mu Lie didn't have time to raise his head when he heard a scream, and he tried his best to turn around, and the feather arrow with the three-edged armor-piercing cone still shot at the lower arm, such a strong bow, such a short distance, the iron armor was torn apart like rotten mud, and the three-edged arrow protruded from the other side!

Mu Lie screamed, let go and dropped the hammer, before he had time to change another blade, he heard the screams of his own guards, turned his head to look, and saw that in the melee, several Song army armor soldiers suddenly arrived, when the first person grew up, the angry King Kong on the iron face was like bloodstained, and the long lance stood out, and recently a personal guard had been picked over and dropped off the horse, the lance was violently bent and straightened, and the snow was bright and pointed at Mu Lie's face!

Mu Lie's uninjured hand reached out like lightning, grabbed the mallet with one hand, rolled his wrist with Yang Zhi almost at the same time, and leaned back, all in order to let the other party let go and snatch the blade, and the two of them had a tooth-aching friction sound in their iron gloves, and they were stalemate for a while.

The armor soldiers under the command of the two of them were in a mess, but whenever they found the movement here, they all roared and rushed here, and the cavalry battle, even if it was a so-called dense formation hedge, it was necessary to leave enough space for horses to maneuver, and the battle group composed of thousands of horsemen was larger than the front of the infantry army fighting tens of thousands of people. But at this time, both sides were centered on Yang Zhi and Mu Lie, desperately gathering, shouting and scolding, and roaring into a ball!

Mu Lie gritted his teeth and grabbed the horse lance, his left arm was in severe pain, except for a scream when he was suddenly hit by an arrow, now he is completely nothing, he and Yang Zhi have the same strength, but they can suffer with one hand to both hands, and they can only use the weight of their whole body to fall back desperately, but they have only stalemate for a maximum of one breath, and before Mu Lie's brain has turned around, he heard the big man on the opposite side roar sullenly: "I want it, give it to you!" ”

Saying that, Yang Zhi quickly let go, and Mu Lie, who had a slow brain, fell on the saddle, and Yang Zhi had already ridden his horse past him, and had already pulled out the sword on his body, which was one of the dozen or so swords that Yang Ling collected from the Liao people, Yang Ling couldn't stand Yang Zhi, and finally rewarded him!

The sword light rolled down, right in the neck, don't say that Mu Lie didn't wear an iron neck, even if he wore it, he would be split by this sword!

The blood splattered, Mu Lie's head rolled down, the long sword was still castrated, and a huge wound was deeply cut on the back of the war horse, the war horse was in pain, and the long neighing stood up, which drove Mu Lie's headless body to shake and sprinkle the blood rain all over the sky!

In the battle array, the red-eyed armor soldiers of both sides let out an angry roar almost at the same time when they saw such a scene, the Jinyang army was proud and cheered, and the Jurchen armor soldiers were depressed and miserable!

Yang Zhi roared happily and shouted: "Kill all these Tartars!" ”

At this moment, Yang Zhi even had a trace of the idea that he hadn't had before, maybe he could go back to Shuozhou City!

But this illusion was shattered in an instant, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves was already roaring nearby, and the roars of countless Jurchen knights were heard, and then they joined the battle group endlessly!

Not only was the Jurchen Tartar of the Pucha Wulie Department in the north, which was broken by Yang Zhi, rolled up, but even the brigade of the Yinkeshu Institute rushed forward desperately and joined the battlefield!

Yang Zhi turned his head suddenly, and saw that the seemingly endless Jurchen Tartars were all over his sight, and the sons and daughters around him were covered in blood and broken armor.

Yang Zhi yelled again, facing such a lot of Tartars, facing Yin Keshu with red eyes and personally joining the battle formation, Yang Zhi's roar was still the same sentence, "Kill all the dog Tartars!" (To be continued.) )