First of all, the three Jurchen guards rushed to the horse, raised their knives and spears at the same time, and slashed and stabbed Yang Zaixing fiercely, Yang Zaixing twisted on the left, and a lance rubbed against his cheek, bringing out a deep blood mark, and then took a step forward, and a lance stabbed from the side and slid behind the hood, the lance and the pocket rubbed, sparks splashed, and a tooth-sore metal friction collision sound!

This twisted and dodged, grabbed a step forward, and had already used his body technique to the extreme. Yang Zaixing never let go www.biquge.info of the gun, but took a step forward, and the ash pole of the big gun suddenly arched, just stopping a horse sword that was hanging with a strong wind and slashing down, between the lightning and flint, Yang Zaixing had already attacked and killed the three Jurchen guards who rushed fiercely or blocked or flashed, so that it was clean, and he wanted to take the big gun back, as long as the big gun lived, even if he stepped down, the Jurchen Tartar was immediately, even if the Jurchen Tartar was several times more!

And just when Yang Zaixing was about to shout again, Yin Keshu had suddenly snatched it from behind, and stabbed Yang Zaixing in the chest with a lance. The Jurchen Tartar who fell into the snow didn't even know what his mother's name was, and he still held the big gun and didn't let go.

For this lance, the upper block silver can poke the door homeopathically, and the lower grid is the waist and abdomen, twisting and dodging to make it unclean, and the only thing you can do is to throw the gun and roll in the snow to get out of the way.

But he threw away his blade and then rolled into the snow, just waiting to save his life in front of the head of the Tartar of Yin Keshu, and he could only wait for Lu Junyi's general or the rammer to come and overturn the head of the Tartar Yin Keshu, but the master made up his mind, how could he pick this Yin Keshu off the horse. So far, is it just a breath away? Straight sissy thief!

At this moment, Yang Zaixing had already made up his mind, there was nothing else in his eyes, and no matter where Luda and Lu Junyi rushed to kill, whether they would be able to get closer to help immediately, and they didn't care where their brothers were fighting, and whether the Jurchen Tartar reinforcements who were desperately coming from both wings were about to be killed behind him.

There is only the fierce horse lance in front of him, and only the hideous and ugly face of Yin Keshu, Yang Zaixing desperately gave way to the right, and gave his right chest to Yin Keshu, the dog tartar of the straight mother thief, if you have the courage, you will pierce here!

At the same time, Yang Zaixing burst out with an angry roar from the dantian, and in the roar, the snow and dust around him seemed to be splashed! Yamagen borrowed his strength, did his best, rolled his wrist back and pulled back, he was going to snatch the big gun back, fight to get this lance, as long as he grabbed the big gun, the master will also pierce your dog Tartar head from the horse!

Yang Zaixing's side, there was also a roar, a Jurchen Tartar flew high, but it was swept down by a hammer from Luda, who stepped down, Yang Zaixing rushed too fiercely, as long as he was in battle, he didn't care whether the brothers around him could keep up or not, as long as the master killed him quickly.

With Luda's height and long legs, he tried his best to advance, and Yang Zaixing was a few steps behind, Yang Zaixing suddenly fell to the ground, surrounded by a bunch of Jurchen Tartars, and even Yin Keshu snatched it over, seeing that it was about to be unfortunate, Luda, who had always been taciturn, suddenly burst out with a roar.

Ren saw a Jurchen Tartar stabbed at him, and the double-sided blade of the horse lance tore open two layers of cowhide tents, piercing into the left shoulder, nearly an inch deep, but Luda seemed to not feel it at all, and swept him off with a hammer, and when Yang Zaixing twisted left and right, desperately blocked, he took two steps forward with his long legs.

Suddenly, he flew up, and his grown body, the gods also flew over, and when he couldn't make a move, he used his own body to knock the silver keshu spear away, at the same time. The Jurchen guard, who threw himself in the snow and took out his milk strength to hold Yang Zaixing's big gun, felt that the barrel of the duck egg was rolling and pumping in his hand, and the two hands suddenly took off a layer of skin, and the hot could no longer hold on.

The big gun was pulled out of his hand, and from his chin to his forehead, a deep blood mark appeared on his face, and even one eye was blinded.

The big gun was drawn, like a dragon, and it swayed sideways, one Jurchen Tartar was pulled off the horse, and the other Jurchen Tartar was blocked with a horse sword, but it was hit by the momentum and shook the horse, and even the people took the horse out in a horizontal row, and the silver Keshu horse lance had been knocked out with one hand, swinging to the side, with a wide open posture.

At this time, as a qualified knight, he should give way to the horse, regroup and make another impact, but Yin Keshu abandoned the horse lance easily, and the war horse did not stop, and at the same time he pulled out the sword at his waist, and Yang Zaixing in front of him was in an endless posture! To this extent, who is Yang Zaixing afraid of?

The big gun was retracted and pointed out again, and the things outside the body were long gone, and their own lives were insignificant, and the line of sight followed the tip of the gun to castrate, only the throat of Yinkeshu!

And behind Yang Zaixing, the Jurchen guards who had pierced the air just now also came back, and then pointed at Yang Zaixing's back. At this time, Yang Zaixing only had Yin Keshu in his eyes, and Luda also rolled down the snow and dust after he grew up and hit the Yin Keshu horse lance, and he no longer had the ability to help Yang Zaixing, seeing that Yang Zaixing and Yin Keshu were going to exchange their lives for their lives!

The Jurchen armor cavalry who came from the two wings desperately came to the rescue, and at this time they were also fighting in the snowfield, not because they didn't want to rush to Yin Keshu's side as soon as possible, but because those southerner military horses were blocking the road between them and Yin Keshu Tooth Banner! The athletes of the Shence Army, fighting to this point, have already run out of oil, even if they survive, almost everyone is injured.

Many people's war horses have been killed, and they can only fight on foot with blood stains, that's it, the Jurchen armor cavalry can't break through this thin array for a while, the feather arrows whistling back and forth, and the blood light flies down immediately, shouting killing like thunder, but the Jurchen armor cavalry is so dragged by death, how can it not be broken, it can't be knocked away!

At this time, Shi Yong was also full of firepower, and his body wandered like a ghost, or suddenly appeared under the belly of the galloping war horse, and disemboweled the war horse with a single sword, so that the knight on the horse fell to the ground with a heavy blow, or appeared on the horse, stabbed the knight on the side of the neck with a knife, and threw the dead body off the horse.

This snatched war horse rode a few steps, turned over and dismounted, galloped a few steps in the snow, slid to Xue Yong's side, lowered his head and cut the horse's legs, and fell off the horse with the Jurchen armor horse that collided with Xue Yong, rolled through the horse's hooves, picked up the horse lance spear that fell on the snow, threw it out of his hand, the throwing person was not sure, the injured horse was stable, and in the neighing of the war horse, a Jurchen armor rider fell down the snow again!

Basically, Shi Yong greeted the horse under the step, his body was thin and dexterous, and the Jurchen Tartars couldn't greet him if they wanted to, and between the advance and retreat, at least a dozen or twenty Liaodong high-horse war horses suffered in his hands.

Immediately the Jurchen armor rode to the ground, or killed Song Junerlang next to him, there was no enemy around him, and he barely got up with a dizzy head, so he dragged a heavy armor and struggled forward in the snow.

Yang Zaixing They are afraid of killing the Jurchen Tartars, Shi Yong is so afraid that even the horse is afraid of him, under the Yin Keshu tooth flag, the fight has also reached the last moment, Yin Keshu drew his sword and rode the horse to rush, ignoring Yang Zaixing's big gun, and on his hideous and ugly face, he actually had a decisive and fierce smile, so he died here.

Die with your own body, wash away the humiliation of defeat, and die with your own body, inspire your subordinates, and these Nanren elites will never die, die with your own body, and tell Zong Han that if you want to go deep into the south, you must concentrate all your energy on destroying the enemy in front of you, and kill all the Nanren army and horses, presumably the Nanren will be frightened, and there will be no southerners who dare to stop in front of the Jurchen warriors and horses!

Since the beginning of the army, my family never thought that I would be able to die of old age! And Yang Zaixing's eyes also widened, ignoring the horse lance that stabbed from behind, the master said that if he wants to stab your bird tartar, he will stab your bird tartar and take off your head, and your subordinates are still frightened and scattered? Their own robes can also be taken out smoothly.

has a good name, can regain the living, what is the straight point of his own life? No one can stop the master from achieving fame in this world! At this moment, when he was about to divide life and death, Yin Keshu completely lost the idea of martyrdom just now.

At this moment, he has only one thought, a certain family wants to survive, and a certain family wants to lead the sons and daughters to break through the mountains and rivers of your southerners, so that your southerners' homeland will fall into the endless sea of blood!

Yin Keshu pounced, and fell on his back on the snow, Yang Zaixing stabbed the air with a shot, but at this time, Yin Keshu also abandoned the horse lance, rolled on the ground a few times, and then grabbed a horse that had no owner, only in a sweep, it was to see his own guards, the dead and wounded, and the remaining dozens of horses were also restrained by death, but in their own hands, there were still nearly a thousand Jurchen children, tens of thousands of Khitan and Bohai admirals, miscellaneous soldiers and horses, as long as they escaped this catastrophe, they could be killed back thousands of times, at this moment, Yin Keshu suddenly felt that it was an irrational decision for his family to easily lead two hundred guards to stop this southerner army.

"Withdraw!"

This easy word made them look at their Mouke generals at a loss, and those Mouke generals were also at a loss to look at the embarrassed and fleeing Yinkeshu, the Song Army Jurchen military horses were mixed with each other on the battlefield, and the Song Junjian'er who had survived the catastrophe gasped for breath, and they were scarred and had no strength to fight, and these Jurchen armored horses, even if the Song Junjian'er poked beside him, no one handed over the blade in his hand again.

All this is because of the system of the Jurchen tribe as the army, after the death of the strongman Wanyan Aguta, the Jurchen itself was divided into two political groups, the Western Route Army and the Eastern Route Army, the Eastern Route Army is more orthodox in the Wanyan Jurchen lineage, and the Western Route Army is slightly sparse in blood, such as Zong Han is after the change of the national minister.

Within the Eastern Route Army and the Western Route Army, each army general also has its own basic strength. Each has his own way of seeking restraint, and each of them has his own mouth. After the battle, grab the spoils, and grab the raw mouth, you can also fight for red eyes.

Later, in real history, after the Jurchen Eastern and Western Route armies destroyed the Song Dynasty, they each had their own territory and troops. There are even Han puppet warlords each with their own support! The fight between the two sides was also bloody and life-and-death, and it wasn't until the degree of sinicization deepened, and after the death of many people from the Yan family, the rule gradually stabilized.

At this time, for these soldiers of the Jurchen army who were all seeking to conquer, it was not so much that they were loyal to the Jurchen Wanyan Wu begging to buy the emperor, but that they were loyal to the nobles who were closer to each of their respective bloodlines.

The small group of Yin Keshu is a small tribe of the Jurchen with ordinary origins in the past few years, which has been collected by Yin Keshu, and by virtue of Yin Keshu's status of being reused in front of Zong Han, it has gradually become such a situation. Because of Yin Keshu's status and ability, this small group can have its current status, and it can barely compete with those groups with more roots in the Jurchen background.

And if Yin Keshu really died in battle, this small group formed by three points of luck, the nobles of each family naturally did not hesitate to attack them, Yin Keshu's henchmen used military law to cut them off, and each Mouke was divided by these nobles, and the wives and children of the dead soldiers no longer had their own families to take care of them, and since then they have fought the hardest battles and shared the least spoils, and in front of Zong Han, no one has stood up for them!

So when Yin Keshu was in danger, these Jurchen soldiers either resisted desperately in front of Yin Keshu, or risked their lives to come to the rescue, in the Jurchen big tribe, Yin Keshu at this moment was the most important and indispensable figure in their group!

This southerner army horse, the strength is really beyond their expectations, even if they take out the strength to eat milk, fight for so many lives, or one step short, Yin Keshu fought until the end and finally chose to escape, Jurchen Erlang, since he pressed out of the white mountain and black water, he has never carried his back towards the enemy, it is this situation that caused most of the Erlang to be stunned there for a while.

But in a moment, they turned their horses' heads around and followed Yinkeshu away.

Lu Dayu was carrying a picked mace, and was about to stride after the person closest to him, but Lu Junyi stretched out his hand to stop him, "Don't be in love, at this moment, it is important to escape, in less than half an hour, Yin Keshu will gather most of the people and horses to surround us!" ”

After speaking, Lu Junyi swung his gun, "Go home!" ”

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Outside the flower hall of the Jin King's Mansion, the Jin King's direct personal guards are densely packed, and there is no festive atmosphere in this temporary mansion at this moment, where the master is going to get married in two days, but it is solemn, like a big tent in the army of thousands of troops in front of the battle.

In the flower hall, a wooden map carefully made by the staff of the West Mansion is placed in the center, this wooden map is still the Great Song Dynasty during the Yonghe period and is still interested in going north, the elite soldiers and good generals who have continued from the five generations of the forbidden army have not died in that era, the staff has invested considerable manpower, it took several years to build, the topography of the mountains and rivers in Yunnei, the cities and villages, in the past vividly, in great detail.

Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh at the dense small flags on the map, "This day, it's finally here......" (To be continued.) )