In the valley road, the battle was nearing its end, inside and outside the village, in the smoke and flames, the corpses of the Tartars were lying everywhere, and a group of Jurchen relatives and noble children also fell into the blood, and their faces were still condensed with the panic and fear of the dying moment.

More than 100 knights who came with Yang Zaixing's sudden impact and killed them well, and in the last desperate Jurchen guards, they also lost twenty or thirty horses.

Whether it is the veteran of the Dragon Guard Army under Yang Zaixing, or the Yandi athlete who fought in Danzhou, these days are all born and died. Although the damage is very heavy, there is not much mourning. Just silently dismounted and cleaned up the battlefield.

The brothers who died in battle were dragged to one place, ready to be burned, and some ashes were picked up and brought back. Anyway, the wounded brothers captured many horses, and the two horses were connected with many thick ropes, so the wounded were carried with them, and whether they could survive to Yizhou could only depend on the brothers' own creation.

Others cut off the ears of the tartars among the corpses all over the ground. In this battle, more than 200 Tartars were killed and wounded, and there was no lime or anything like that, so they couldn't take their heads back, and they only relied on their ears as evidence of their exploits.

Some of the Tartars who climbed the mountains and mountains fled, so they were left to go. This encounter was originally sudden, and it was a good killing. Yanjing Zuo is now densely packed with Tartar troops, so he can't fight here and delay, so it's better to clean up the battlefield early and flash people early.

Yang Zaixing had already dismounted and walked around the village at will, only feeling that the fight was a bit unpleasant. These Jurchen Tartars are obviously good hands, but it was only in the end that they fought back and made him sweat a little. But I didn't know that when I was engaged, these strong Jurchen armor soldiers. How is it a mess of loose sand and no fighting spirit. Just running for your life. It was completely different from the Jurchen Tartar military horses he was familiar with.

On the move. Yang Zaixing was still shouting from time to time to let his subordinates move faster, clean up early, and continue to walk south.

And at this time, Thirteen had already flashed to the top of the mountain. The thin figure crouched on the hill and looked west, guarding the military horse. With him on top, everyone felt at ease.

Although the scale of these more than 100 horses is as small as dust near Yanjing, which is densely covered with Jurchen Tartars, there are Yang Zaixing and Thirteen among these more than 100 horses, which makes everyone confident that they will definitely be able to kill back to Yizhou!

Zhang Xuan personally sent the bodies of several fellow villagers who fought with him in Danzhou, into a big house in the village. And the rest of the armor soldiers also sent the bodies of the brothers who died in the battle. After setting them up properly, they did their best to scrub their blood-stained faces, and then everyone silently withdrew, and after a short pause, they threw a dozen torches into it.

The smoke rose up, and even though the man's heart was as hard as iron, even though he had only won a great victory, in the firelight, many of the dozens of knights who stood solemnly rubbed their eyes with their palms a few times.

That's fine. Here the brothers are gods, waiting for us to come back!

And Yang Zaixing stood behind dozens of armor soldiers. His face was tense. Tears and remembrance, this is something that Yang Zaixing never disdains to do. The tartars have not been killed yet, how can there be so many birds and idle workers to hurt the spring and autumn?

Seeing that the smoke was getting higher and higher, Yang Zaixing finally shouted: "The straight lady is gone!" Still waiting here for the Tartars to come and take revenge? ”

Dozens of knights suddenly roared, and each of them turned over to find horses. At this moment, although there are twenty or thirty fewer knights, there are more than 100 horses, and they are all good horses! With such foot strength, the certainty of returning to Yizhou is several percent!

A knight of the Dragon Guard Army approached Yang Zaixing's side, frowned and asked, "General, what kind of characters are these Tartars that we have killed?" Today's battle always feels strange. Even if he returned to Yizhou and General Liu to repay the merits, he didn't know how to talk about it. If we kill the Tartars and we don't know it, we will lose a lot of money! ”

Yang Zaixing glanced at him: "Is the straight lady thief a little promising?" It's not a Tartar head like Zongwang Zonggan! When the time comes, as long as your life is big, follow me, are you afraid that you won't hang Zong Wang's head in front of the horse? ”

After counting his own uncompetitive subordinates, Yang Zaixing whistled and took the lead in hitting the horse. The knight behind him suddenly followed with a bang, and he didn't even greet the thirteen sentences who were squatting alone on the mountain.

There is no need to say hello, I don't know when Thirteen will be in the team again, pick a horse to ride, and lead the way in front!

The team swept away in dust, leaving behind only smoky villages and bloodstained corpses lying on their backs with no ears in them. These Jurchen relatives and noble sons fell in all directions between the barren mountains near Yanjing in the Great Song Dynasty, just like the people of the Great Song Dynasty who were ravaged and tortured by them.

The initiator, there is no aftermath!

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The sky was already dark, and most of the deserted villages in the valley were burned to ashes, only sporadic flames were still beating, illuminating the mountains, rocks and trees in the barren valley twisting and jumping, like ghosts.

The corpses were still all over the ground, and the blood had congealed into black blood clots, emitting a disgusting smell.

At this moment, the valley is already filled with thousands of Jurchen armor soldiers, and on the mountains on both sides, there are standing with their heads bowed and waiting for the infantry army. In the light of the fire burning in the deserted village, it is like a black jungle.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the few Jurchen East Route Army heavy generals who were hesitating among the corpses!

Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Zongpan, Wanyan Zongjun, Wanyan Zonggan, all here.

These Jurchen heavy generals, commanding thousands of armies, and their subordinates are all sharp of all ethnic groups. The roar came, and in the blink of an eye, it flooded the swallow ground. He is even more ready to go south at any time and defeat the Great Song Dynasty. But with an order, it can roll up the blood rain in the sky, make the heavens and the earth change color, and make countless people terrified!

However, among these Jurchen ruling class, the most pinnacle figures below the end of Yan Wu begging are at the moment with rickety figures, staggering around one foot high and one foot low among the corpses on the ground.

Wanyan Chara was pierced through the chest with a spear, Wanyan Shentu's cervical vertebrae were shattered, and Wanyan Ahudie's head was smashed into a rotten watermelon. The large artery on the side of the neck was severed by a sword. Not to mention that there are more than ten children of noble relatives among them. Not a single one escaped!

The bodies of the sons of the Jurchens. It was finally sorted out and gathered in one place. Several important generals in the army were holding the bodies of their own children and crying, and Wanyan Zongpan was also among them. He is such an only son, the grandson of the current Jurchen Emperor Wanyan Wu Qimai, and now he has become a cold corpse!

(After writing Yan Zongpan as a bone, wrong, he is Wu begging to buy a son.) Wanyan Ahu Die's grandson for Wu begging. Got a book friend pointed out, thanks. )

The deputy commander of the Jurchen and foreign armies, at this moment, the deputy commander of the Eastern Route Army finished Yan Zongpan, exchanged tears, beat his chest and feet, and the sound of crying was like a beast's roar, and the guards around him all bowed to the ground, not daring to persuade or come forward!

And Wan Yan Zongwang, the commander of the Jurchen East Route Army, stood there deadly, the muscles on his face twitched and twitched, but no tears flowed out.

Really talk about it. Wanyan Zongwang's biological son is just such a Wanyan sweep. Once the body is dead. The pain can be imagined!

Compared to Wanyan Zongpan, who was beating his chest and wailing in grief, Wanyan Zongwang who stood there without saying a word, made thousands of Jurchen military horses in the valley fear at this moment, and no one knew what kind of grief and anger Wanyan Zongwang would take to erupt!

Wanyan Zongwang suddenly spoke: "Who killed a certain son?" ”

Hundreds of guards suddenly responded to the call, and escorted out dozens of Cangtou bullets who had escaped by chance, as well as several Jurchen guards who had been ordered to flee to report the news. The two pressed one and fell to their knees.

After these people escaped to report the news, the neighboring military horses who received them knew that things were not good, and immediately escorted them to the Chinese army where several Jurchen generals were located. As soon as they heard the news, several Jurchen generals didn't have time to ask for details, and immediately led their respective guards to pounce on this barren valley!

But in the end, I saw corpses all over the ground. At this time, Wanyan Zongwang asked who killed almost half of the Jurchen generation's noble children!

Several Jurchen guards were dumbfounded, and they didn't know where these military horses suddenly crashed out. However, there were those who knew Chinese in the bullet pressure, and they kowtowed desperately and replied: "The villain heard them greet them in Chinese, hurry up and continue to go south to Yizhou after the fight." These are the military horses of the Southern Dynasties! ”

Zong Wang snorted and shook his head lightly: "Yizhou, that's the Southern Dynasty military horse, that's right." ”

The hard detectives sent by Liu Baozhong were as bold as Yang Zaixing and rushed to the south of Danzhou. And at this moment, the Jurchen army near the left of Yanjing naturally has a hard detective from a long distance to the left of Yizhou. There was a skirmish with the patrol horses sent out by Yizhou.

Zongwang slowly turned to the south, looking into the depths of the night sky to the south.

"A certain is not better than Zong Han, after he was extremely strong, he wanted to destroy the Southern Dynasty and be the foundation of his own power. Who made him the son of Zacai? I thought that someone always excluded him............ There is also Zong Han's son Shehema who died at the hands of the Southern Dynasty, and they always laughed at him for pushing the Southern Expedition vigorously, wanting to avenge his son with the life of the Jurchen son............

………… For the Southern Dynasties, a certain meaning is that it is okay to fight a dozen. With the momentum of thunder, the Southern Dynasty was hit at once. It is enough to put Yandi in the hands of some Jurchen. Then let the Southern Dynasty make offerings year after year, and it will be enough. There are so many Jurchen children, and the land in their hands is so vast now, if they destroy the Southern Dynasty and die again, how can the rest subdue the world? At the beginning, the old Khan led a certain group of people to sacrifice their lives to destroy the Liao State, and he also wanted more Jurchen children to enjoy wealth and ............"

Suddenly, Wanyan Zongwang's voice turned into a roar!

"But now they've killed so-and-so's son! What a certain person wants with Zong Han now, it is already average! Such a deep hatred is not the life of millions of southerners, and it can't be snowed! Whether it is to destroy the Southern Dynasty or not, that can be discussed again. A certain army under his command must go all the way south, cross Yandi, cross the Yellow River, and enter Bianliang as soon as possible! Kill the descendants of the Zhao family, make the daughters of the Zhao family slaves, and turn the entire Bianliang into a dead city, and then stop! ”

“………… What are you still doing in Yanjing? Go south with so-and-so! Take down Yizhou first and slaughter the whole city! Then he entered Hebei, and in front of a certain Zonghan, he first washed Bianliang City in blood! ”

The roar of rage reverberated in the valley, and under the firelight, Zong Wang's face was hideous, just like a demon god!

Wanyan Zongpan, who was holding his son's body, also raised his head suddenly: "Zongwang, Yizhou is only handed over to a certain one!" A certain is also as long as Yizhou! ”

He yelled and stood up holding Wanyan Ahudie's body, staggering and walking a few steps blankly, and then yelled at his own guards: "What are you waiting for!" Kill these Yahai who have fled against their masters! All going to feed the dogs! ”

The lord will be like this, none of the guards dared to delay a little, the snow bright long knife waved, and the dirty blood was splashed, dozens of heads were cut off in an instant, and then these corpses were all put on horses, and they really wanted to feed the dogs!

And Zong Wang just looked south blankly.

This war, precisely because of Yang Zaixing's unintentional encounter, will become more sinister and bloody! (To be continued......)