Han Shizhong turned his head and shouted angrily: "Tartar is a heavenly soldier and a heavenly general? At such a gallop, they are just like us! Tonight is a chaotic battle, and the brave wins. ”

"But we just can't catch up with them, what should we do?"

"Keep an eye on it, at the last moment, I have a way!"

"The Tartars are sending out rockets one after another, summoning their rangers to move closer here, and if they come, how will they respond?"

"Yue Pengju is a dead man? He can't stop the rear team of the Tartars, and he doesn't deserve to be in such a high position in front of Xiao Yang! Everyone has their own responsibility, and our responsibility is to stare at this group of tartars who sprang out of the fort and stop between Xiao Yang's general and them! After the last sentence, Han Shizhong no longer looked back, just concentrated on galloping.

Zhang Xian shouted a few words, slightly relaxed the legs clamping the horse's belly, Han Shizhong had already seen rushing in front of him, but Zhang Xian aroused his competitive spirit, he rode the horse fiercely, rushed up, and gritted his teeth: "Fuck it, just fight!" Anyway, the winner is tonight. ”

"Follow this Xiao Yang general to fight, every battle experience is something I haven't seen in my life, it's really happy."

In the night, when looking at the sky, the flames of the Li family fort were blazing, burning the sky, and there were many dead bodies in front of the three long walls, crying and shouting, whether it was the new army of the Li family or the surrender army of the Liao State, they had all collapsed.

There are also large groups of cavalry, divided into several units, no matter where they are, they are desperately galloping in one direction, the sound of horses' hooves is like thunder, under the canopy of the sky that has become blood-red reflected by the firelight, this situation is enough to make everyone who is in it feel enthusiastic!

Feather arrows rained down, staggering through the air, and more than a dozen soldiers in front of the circle in front of the feather arrows in the direction of the feather arrows fell to the ground without snorting.

The back soldier thought ahead. Taking up their vacant position, the others quickly dragged the dead and wounded into the circle, which protected nearly a hundred crossbowmen who also had bows and bags, and they also threw a rain of arrows outward at the same time.

The men and horses besieging outside. Harul did not have the courage to rush into this seemingly solid circle, but pulled the foot soldiers in the fortress up.

Approaching from the front, all the Jurchen knights dismounted, followed behind them, lungeed and shot, first used the infantry to destroy the circle formation, and then mounted their horses to attack, which was one of the standard tactics of the cavalry to resist the infantry in formation!

The two sides fired at such a distance, and immediately caused heavy casualties to both sides. Yang Ling's infantry soldiers were in a hurry, and their armor was incomplete, and those newly attached infantry soldiers didn't have any armor at all, and the shad leather was wrapped in a few layers on their bodies to be considered protection.

Needless to say, the circle formation where Yang Ling was located fell one piece, and the simplest formation that was roughly close to a rectangle slowly walked towards the new attached army column approaching the circle array, and the front row also writhed like a lightning strike and fell down, and the sound of crying father and mother shook the sky.

Exposed new footmen attached to the Jurchens. They looked at the sharp tips of the spears that were still flat in the circle, and some of them lost their mid-blades and turned around and ran. The Jurchen armor who supervised the formation in the queue cut off the head with a knife without mercy. The severed heads were stacked behind the formation, and the bloody heads were stacked to a certain height, and these new annexes didn't dare to look back anymore, but just closed their eyes and faced forward, slowly bringing the two sides closer.

In the eyes of the barbarians. Not to mention that in the troubled times, human life is so worthless, and the camp set up by Yang Ling has long been broken, and there are corpses and discarded blades everywhere.

On the fence of the camp. Between the tents, many places have been set on fire, illuminating the battlefield thoroughly, and the routs who are lucky not to die, all of whom have joined the circle, have been added, and the rest are scattered on the flanks or hiding behind the formation as guerrillas.

At this time, the panicked military spirit has stabilized, Yang Ling is dead, where did these surrendered troops who were absorbed by Yang Ling flee? Do you want to continue to be a first-class citizen in this troubled world? And Yang Ling can promise them peace and wealth in the future!

However, although the morale of the army is slightly stable, and the rout has been gathered, just now the Jurchen armor soldiers stepped into the camp, and in a short period of time, even the casualties were scattered, and there were only men and horses left here in Yangling, and even five hundred were not enough!

As long as he holds on for a while, General Xiao Yang still has superior forces, and reinforcements will definitely arrive! The two sides were still firing at each other in almost silence, and only the constant sound of arrows entering the flesh could be heard on the battlefield, as well as uncontrollable screams.

Yang Ling is trading his life for time here, and the Jurchen armor soldiers who are desperately shooting in the battle column on the opposite side are gradually becoming anxious, these new annexes are dead, how much they will not feel distressed, but there is not much time left for them!

These Jurchen armor soldiers couldn't help but look back at Halulie and Guo Yaoshi who were standing behind, they and seven or eight Jurchen guards guarded the horse stakes, although the circle on the opposite side was thinned layer by layer, but it just didn't break up, when did they get on the horse and attack?

Harulel's eyes were red. Looking at the battlefield, looking at the hunting and fluttering Yang Ling banner, and watching the rows of soldiers in the circle formation on the opposite side fall, but someone always fills the position, and the fire burning in the Li Family Fort in the distance gnaws at his heart like a poisonous snake.

Halulie didn't expect that after Yan Zongbi burned the fort, he was worried that he would be destroyed, worried that he would not be able to explain in front of Zongbi, he just roared wildly in his heart, since the Jurchen Erlang started the army, who was afraid of coming, Wanyan Zongbi, the courage of the guts rat, who led a hundred horses to the Liao Emperor Zhang Gai that day, has long disappeared!

Now that the Jurchens are going south, they have lost their place to rely on, and if they don't kill the southerner coach Yang Ling in front of them, they will have no place to stand south of Juyong Pass, or they will be crushed here, or they will be driven out of the customs in a gray way.

If you can escape, you will lose most of it, which is an unprecedented defeat since the Jurchen started the army! He didn't want either of these two endings, and Pharmacist Guo stood beside Halulie.

The firelight in the broken camp reflected his face in a flickering light, and he just stood respectfully, without saying a word, for a long time, when the new tide of Halulie was undulating and gritting his teeth, Yang Ling's personal guards on the opposite side of the circle had been thinned by the rain of arrows to expose the inner circle, and these guards were completely armored.

Although the Jurchen knights dismounted and shot on foot, they brought all the bows they carried, and they shot just now, although there were a lot of arrows carried by the Jurchen armor warriors themselves, but the armor-piercing cones that were enough to penetrate the armor were all shot out, and now they are only using ordinary feather arrows provided by the new annex army of the Li family, and the arrows are more than half smaller than the Jurchen soldiers and horses themselves, not to mention that they have been shooting for so long. (To be continued......)