In the north of the water, most of the infantry army has finished fighting. The few remaining infantry troops had retreated behind the innermost earthen ramparts, holding their bows and crossbows tightly, and holding on to this last line of defense.

However, at least more than a thousand cavalry troops were still gathered at the place of the ferry, and did not get on the raft, but only led the reins and the horses and lay silently, looking south, from the generals to the soldiers, all seemed to be anxiously waiting for something.

On the opposite bank, the Song army crossed the river with 24,500 infantry troops, plus more than 1,000 cavalry troops, and the bridgehead had been greatly expanded.

Plus the men and horses waiting on the other side. The total is only 5,000, less than 6,000.

On that day, nearly 50,000 troops came from crossing the river, waving flags and covering the sun, and gongs and drums were noisy. Now there are so many bloody battles all the way here!

The water whimpered and flowed. On both sides of the river, how many clothes and armor were ragged, and the emaciated and haggard Song army silently arrayed to the south. The broken flag only hunts and dances in the wind. Rows of rafts, just moored on the south bank and waiting quietly.

These remnants of the army have been tempered into steel. In addition to resting and replenishing on a different day, under Xiao Yan's command, the combat power will never be weaker than the other armies!

And the Jurchen military horses all slowed down their offensive at this moment, looking at such a broken but strong southern army, they were speechless.

At this moment, there are as many as two or three thousand Jurchen departments that have been chased to the water's edge of Qilan. More than a dozen Mouke flags just fluttered in the lineup.

The Jurchen army galloped back and forth, and the fighting was also very hard. At this moment, the military appearance is not good, and he can't see where to go. A famous Jurchen warrior with short hair on his scalp and a muddy face. The mount lost a lot of weight. Several attacks on the Song army's earthen fortresses also had quite a few casualties. A group of Jurchen warriors were all tired. It is difficult to have the high morale when they copied the rear road of the Yan army to the west.

Fight between the rivers. These gathered Jurchen troops attacked the ferry on the south bank. And he did his best to cross seven or eight hundred horsemen to the north shore in this little time. At present, they are also arranging formations on both sides of the strait, seizing the time to recover their own energy and horsepower.

Everyone knows that the Song army crossed the river and tried to break the Jurchen army's last snare in front of him. Whether these southern armies escaped or finally perished at the edge of the water, we will see today!

But I don't know why, looking at the haggard and silent but stoic Southern army on both sides of the strait, the Jurchen military horses on both sides of the strait. There is only one premonition that I am afraid that they can't stop.

Where is Lou's room? Where is Pucha Ureli? Where is Urul? Where is Hee-Yin? These Jurchen generals seem to have been pinned down or eliminated by these southern troops, and now none of them have arrived! If Xu Chong attacks together, let these southern troops rush all the way to the edge of the water, can they stop it?

The Jurchen Mouket, who was the first to rush to the water's edge to fight with the Song people, led his mount and stood in the middle of the formation on the north bank, his face full of heaviness.

Including his own department, there were three of them under his control. Now he is the only one of the three Mouk, and the other two are all wounded by the crossbow while attacking the earthen fortress. Retreated. There are eleven in total, and now there are only six left. Others were killed or wounded.

Now these generals do not have the arrogance of destroying the Zhejia army on the riverside that day. Looking at the vertical and horizontal earthen ramparts on the opposite side, such as Lin Archers, the southern army on both sides of the river bank is firm and strong. Finally, a Pu Liyan, whose face was still wrapped in a wounded cloth, asked in a gloomy voice: "Tete, can you stop these southern troops?" ”

Tete's expression was solemn, and he sneered: "The momentum of the southern army's mourning has been completed, and our army is separated from both sides of the strait, so with these horses on the north bank, where can we stop them?" ”

Another Pu Liyan asked with a little expectation: "What if Lou Mu, Lu, Pucha, Wulie, and Xiyin come here?" ”

Tete sneered again: "Xi Yin doesn't come at this moment, he won't come again." This is a dog guarding the tent! On weekdays, big bones are eaten, but some people just come to guard the tent door and bark wildly, so that he can't take a step outside............ The south man in the east, Yan Wang's department, is also involved, and he can make a deal to Zong Han............"

The more he said it, the more gloomy Tete's face became: "............ Lou Mulu Pucha Wulie can all fight, but how can this southern army not leave men and horses along the way? We fought this ferry, repeatedly advancing and retreating, and many of the dead and wounded could not be defeated. I'm afraid that they won't be able to break the Southern Army for a while............ Seeing that the southern army is about to storm on a large scale, how can we cover this little bit of men and horses on the north bank? They came later, and they were isolated on the south bank, and what did they do? ”

In the end, Tete sighed: "Prepare to fight hard!" really let this southern army clash out, in front of Zong Han, we can't explain it! At that time, I don't know how many variables will be born, and if this war drags on, no one can say what will happen in the end! ”

After hearing Tete's words, several Puliyan's faces were as black as the bottom of a pot. They all saluted with Tete, rode away, and restrained their own departments.

Even if there are only these horses on the north bank, it is this stubborn and unexpected southern army that is determined to attack the north, and they, the Jurchen warriors, must also meet it without fear. Either the southern army was wiped out on both sides of this Lanshui, or they were the Jurchen warriors, buried here!

Seven or eight hundred Jurchen military horses were arranged in a relatively loose cavalry array. It's just that in the confrontation with these silent and tenacious southern troops, there is no intention of preparing to open the way!

Suddenly, the queues on both sides began to stir up slightly.

The Song troops on both sides of the strait unanimously cheered and shouted together!

There is no other reason, just because a team of more than 200 horsemen and horses is coming with a disease. The person who led the way first was Yang Keshi!

These more than 200 riders, full of blood, red helmets, hunting and dancing. Like a little flame that ignites. And the cheers of the Song army became higher and higher, until they swept across the two banks, and the Lan Shui was also shaken by this cry, rolling up layers of waves!

"Cross the river! Crossing! Crossing! ”

Countless knights of the Song army raised their arms and shouted with joy, in this shout, they could not hear the exhaustion and haggard after the battle, they could only hear the remnants contained in this army that had been refined into steel, and they were no longer afraid of how many enemies were intercepting in front of them, but they were just indomitable!

In the cheers and shouts like the waves crashing on the shore, more than 200 riders went straight to the ferry. The cavalry on the opposite bank went forward to the north and suppressed the Jurchen army and horses, while the infantry army retreated, holding bows and crossbows, standing on both flanks of the ferry, and crossing the river with feathered arrows and bows to meet the army horses on the south bank.

The footsteps sounded neatly, no matter how they were riding, they were all arrayed, like two iron gates, suddenly opening in the north and south directions!

With such a lineup, the Jurchen knight array on the north shore couldn't help but feel even more commotion, and the mounts under the crotch also felt such a tense atmosphere, raising their hooves and hissing. But the sound of this hissing was suppressed by the continuous cheers of the Song soldiers!

Yang Keshi was the first to dismount, and the Song army knights on both sides separated a passage, and their eyes only followed Yang Keshi's figure. Yang Keshi didn't care about it, and went to the river surrounded by several guards, and stood on a raft that had long been moored on the shore. The guards followed, and then the cavalry was in the same order. They poured onto the rafts. A knight just pulled the reins, pacified the mount, and waited for the north.

On Yang Keshi's raft, the sergeant who acted as a boatman was tense all over his body, clutching the penny like holding a spear, and looked at Yang Keshi deadly. And Yang Keshi just raised his hand indifferently: "Cross the river!" ”

An order was issued, nearly 100 long pennies were propped up, nearly 100 rafts, loaded with hundreds of armored horses and mounts, and shot towards the opposite bank like arrows!

On the other hand, on the Jurchen side, although there are always more than ten rafts shuttling back and forth to cross the river to transport military horses. But when the Song army was racing in a hundred boats, where could it be compared!

The cheers of the Song army, on both sides of the Lan River, reached the highest point at this moment!

Hundreds of helmets danced on the surface of the river, just like hundreds of flames burning on the water!

In the midst of this cheer, the Jurchen military horses on both sides of the strait, and the generals at all levels either flattened their spears or drew out their long knives. The hoarse voice shouted and gave orders, like the roar of a beast. And the Jurchen armor cavalry also responded angrily.

The Jurchen arrays on both sides of the strait moved slowly, and then increased their speed. The sound of horses' hooves roared like thunder, and the light of the blades reflected the cold of the sun. Countless Jurchen warriors distorted their faces and clenched their blades on horseback. At this moment, an attack was launched towards the array on both sides of the Song Army!

What a girl is a true warrior, and there is only an inexplicable fear in her chest at this moment.

No matter what, we must extinguish the countless flames that are dancing on this water! Slaughter the defeated army of the southerners, and let their corpses fill the entire Lan water.

If this opportunity is missed, this southern army may turn around at some moment, and together with the southern Yan King in the east of the mountain, still sandwich the Jurchen Western Route Army in the grinding plate until it is finally crushed!

Tete was in the queue, and his roar was so loud that his mouth was already full of bloody gas, and it actually cracked the capillaries near the trachea!

"Kill all these southern dogs!"

The shouts of the Jurchen language are already familiar to Yan Yanjun and Yang Keshi's subordinates. The Song army in the formation smiled at each other, and the infantry army suddenly moved forward proudly, and the crossbow machines suddenly rose flat! (To be continued......)

PS: It's less today, sorry sorry.