The mountains are densely forested, and it is a summer night, and mosquitoes are flying.

Resting in a slightly flatter part of the forest, these mosquitoes are buzzing and flying around, which is really irritating.

There were already as many as two or three hundred Jurchen military horses monitoring the movement of the Flying Kite Fort on the mountain, and in addition to the men and horses led by Pucha Wulie, some of the reinforcements gathered from the mountain were also drawn up. Pucha Wulie is very hairy, and if the flying kite fort is not down, he Pucha Wulie will not leave here!

In the glade of the forest, the light of the stars and the moon shines from the shade of the trees, shining on the ground like a wave of water. But none of the Jurchen warriors could appreciate this kind of mountain beauty, just sitting or lying on the ground, slapping their faces from time to time to repel mosquitoes. This kind of hot and humid summer weather also made them extremely uncomfortable, and from time to time someone cursed in a low voice in Jurchen.

When the Jurchen sergeant who was on patrol outside returned to the handover, he threw himself heavily on the ground, and after a while, there was a sound of snoring. The Jurchen sergeant who took over got up and continued to go out to patrol the sentry in case there was any movement in the Flying Kite Fort.

Every Jurchen sergeant complained in his heart, how could the reinforcements not arrive, those birds could still rest in the mountain village, but their own family could only sleep in the mountains and endure hardship. How can these southern dogs of the straight mother thief be so tenacious, and now they are exhausted, and they are still resisting stubbornly according to a broken fort, it is really better to surrender, grandpa will never kill and surrender!

The invincible Jurchen iron horsemen in the white mountains and black waters, the desert and the barren, galloped back and forth in the summer rainstorm and the mountains east of the river, and they really suffered enough.

Sleeping in the woodland on this mountain, he also has to monitor the movements of the Nanren defenders in the fort at any time, compared to the Jurchen military horses under the mountain. The hard work will be several times greater. Even if most of these Jurchen warriors were the personal guards of Pucha Wulie. At this time, it also seemed sluggish and embarrassed. It's just gritting your teeth.

Only Pucha Wulie crouched on the edge of this small woodland, staring at the Flying Kite Fort that stood in the darkness not far overhead. Mosquitoes just flew around him, sucking blood from time to time, but Pucha Wulie was unaware. The small eyes squinted at a thin slit, like a knife, constantly sweeping over the Flying Kite Fort, carefully observing the reality of this fortress that was still holding on.

The long-handled hammer, which had been numbered in size and weight, was placed at his feet. The hammer head is like a big cold melon. When placed on the ground, it sank deep into the earth, and when the blade was swung like this, it seemed as if even a mountain could be hammered down.

Pucha Wulie is waiting for an opportunity, and once the defenders reveal a gap, he will personally lead the troops up and hammer all the living creatures in this flying kite castle into a puddle of flesh!

But the situation has become like this, and the military village under the mountain has been lost. Their own reinforcements were nowhere to be found, but the Jurchen reinforcements were coming in a steady stream. These southern troops, however, are still guarding cautiously. No flaws. On the walls of the fort, the battle is fierce. And those who saw the appearance of the people also went up to the fort wall and prepared them with crossbows.

What kind of battle did these southern armies have? their army. It's not that they have all collapsed in the valley of the Ulshui River, and those who have fled here are just ruined and ruined. What exactly are you counting on?

The more I thought about this question, the more Pucha Wulie was puzzled. But the more tenacious the opponent, the more it can arouse Pucha Wulie's fighting spirit. Since the collapse of the Liao army in Dagang, it has been a long time since he has encountered such a stubborn opponent. Such an enemy is doubly interesting to hammer them into pulp, and cut off their heads to make drowning weapons!

While staring at the Flying Kite Castle, Pucha Wulie subconsciously rubbed his own blade on the ground.

These southern armies will eventually collapse, and those who will eventually lose the will to resist, and then it will be the time for their own majesty to show their faces. I want to let Zong Han see that the silver technique he values can be defeated and killed, Lou Mu also released the southern army out of the Weishui River Valley, and Hulu lost the Flying Kite Castle, but it was I Pucha Wulie who finally saved the situation! The previous sins, even if they were redeemed cleanly, crossed the big river to the west, and swept the roads of Shaanxi, where the southerners were rich, didn't I need to be a pioneer?

The war in Hedong was fought enough to be aggrieved, and the southerners killed were far from enough. But he wants to lead his sons and daughters in the southern roads of Shaanxi to vent happily!

The firelight shook at the foot of the mountain, and several Jurchen riders hurried back, their hoarse voices tearing apart the silence of the night sky. Pucha Wulie stood up at once, and the many maiden true warriors resting in the woods were also shocked!

If you look down from the mountain, you can see it more clearly. I saw that in the south, the fire was like a tide, the iron horses were crashing, and a large group of men and horses were rushing to take advantage of the night, as if the magma gushing to the north after a volcanic eruption was roaring to the north with an unstoppable momentum!

What did he turn his face in front of Zong Han and redeem his previous thoughts. What please be the vanguard, the ambition to sweep away the roads of Shaanxi west of the Great River. It's all gone up in smoke at this moment. Even if he is as arrogant as Pucha Wulie, he has to admit this fact.

This is a big problem!

These southerners are so tenacious!

Entering the mother's Lou room, how can you not bite the tail of these Southern Army. How could he not be able to entangle these southern troops so that they could come north like this!

The flying kite fort overhead was already alarmed, and the fire on the castle wall suddenly filled hundreds, and how many figures poured onto the castle wall and looked south. And the sound of drums and trumpets in the fort sounded agitatedly, and it was the army that came to help.

We're still here, we're on hold until the last minute! Even the lost military village at the foot of the mountain also resisted until sunset, leaving the Jurchen Tartars with no chance to reorganize their defense lines!

The sound of horses' hooves in the distance is like thunder, and the mountains and valleys should respond. And the flying kite fort overhead drums and trumpets sounded in unison. At this time, there was also a sudden riot at the foot of the mountain, and the Song people, who fell into the Jurchen Tartars again, did not know who drove them, and suddenly broke out. Countless figures rushed up with their bare hands, scuffling and entangled the Jurchen warriors around them, or overseers, or patrols. The sound of shouting and killing resounded in the sky, and the Jurchen soldiers in the three military villages were also alarmed, and they rushed out of the village in a panic, but they were greeted by such a chaotic scene!

Pucha Wulie's face turned pale, he reached out and picked up the long-handled hammer under his feet, and roared: "Leave two Pu Liyan to keep an eye on the southern dogs in the fort, and the rest of the sons." Go down the mountain with someone and fight! Say whatever you say, you have to keep Nangou out of here! ”

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Yang Keshi took the lead. Burst out!

Follow. It was dozens of guards, no longer caring about the little horsepower that remained, and they all desperately lit the stirrups and lifted the horses up quickly. Follow the leader and rush to the front!

And Yang Keshi didn't have any other thoughts at this time, his chest was like a hot fire burning, and he had only one belief.

In front of King Yan, open this path. Take the sons out! Take King Yan out too!

In the darkness of the night. The flames lit up, illuminating the battlefield. It seems that the sons and daughters who came with Wei Dagong resisted to the end here, and did not give the Jurchen Tartars much chance to reorganize their defenses. And the Song people in the military village are in trouble again, and before the three military villages, there is chaos!

The armor soldiers who poured out of the village were the first to encounter these people of the Great Song Dynasty, who had already ignored a single qiē. In one day and one night, the military village under the Flying Kite Fort changed hands several times, and the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty fought with the Jurchen Tartars to the last moment, and at this moment. The Great Song Dynasty military horses arrived. At this moment, there is no more life and death fight. Is it possible to wait for the Jurchen Tartars to stabilize here, and then slaughter them one by one, the people who once helped defend the military fortress and threw arrows and stones at the Jurchen Tartars, like pigs and dogs?

How many people, holding stones with red eyes, rushed up, knocked down the Jurchen warriors around them, and smashed and beat them without a head or face. If you have no strength with your bare hands, you simply pounce on it and bite it. The fierce Jurchen Tartars, as long as they are thrown to the ground, they can only let out a terrible scream at this time!

Even Brother Wu and Zhihui are entangled by the crazy people of the Great Song Dynasty at this moment. Wielding swords and swords, slashing and slashing repeatedly, but there are always people screaming and pounced!

In the military village, Jurchen armor soldiers poured out. These Jurchen armor warriors also had red eyes, wielding various blades to slash and stab wildly. There were even Jurchen armor soldiers on their horses and trampled all the way. Inside and outside the military village, a piece of flesh and blood is flying!

In the midst of this hellish scene, Brother Wu screamed, "Kill all these southern dogs!" Even if we die, we have to drag them to the funeral! ”

And the Great Song Jiashi who came forward in the assault, seeing such a scene, his eyes were even more blood-red.

In the valley of the Weishui River, tens of thousands of men in armor collapsed and perished, and their corpses accumulated like a mountain. And along the way, all the places that have been ravaged by the Jurchen Tartars are full of white bones, and the tombs are ruins. And in front of them are the people of the Great Song Dynasty, who are fighting with the Jurchen Tartars with their bare hands as never before, winning a little more chance for them.

A man is in the world, and he doesn't fight hard at the moment, but what face does he have to be born between heaven and earth?

The iron hooves roared like thunder, and the sporadic Jurchen patrol cavalry met the block, all of which were overwhelmed by this unstoppable torrent, and in an instant, Yang Keshi had already led his personal guards to rush towards the military village with the most Jurchen Tartars.

With a roar, it turned out to be Yang Keshi who was the first to rush out of the queue, riding alone, and slashing into the Jurchen Tartar queue who were frantically slashing and killing the people of the Great Song Dynasty!

The dark iron shovel shimmered in the light of the flames, and fell with the heavy sound of the wind. In the blink of an eye, he swung left and right, and flowers bloomed on the heads of several Jurchen Tartars. Under the iron shovel, the skull shattered, and the brain burst out. And the guards of the rear brigade rushed up even more frantically, and the spears and horses came out together, plowing waves of blood in the Tartar array!

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At this moment, if you look down from the Flying Kite Castle, you can see this huge fire dragon coming from the south, suddenly splitting out three minions and pounced on the three confronting military villages. The firelight inside and outside the military village shook, and the shouts shook the sky, and these three fire dragons merged into it, and a more huge sound of fighting broke out.

And this fire dragon minions, as if unstoppable, grabbed the three military villages that were already in chaos, until they rolled up the sky and flew with sparks, and blood splashed all over the sky!

On the Flying Kite Fort, how many soldiers and civilians huddled on the fort wall, looking at what happened in front of them with tears on their faces. I was choked up for a while, and it was difficult to even cheer!

A general just stood by the banner, trembling all over. Eyes widen. Just urge a few sergeants to beat the drum and trumpet heavily!

We are a ruined army. It will not perish, it will never perish! As long as there is a backbone like General Yang, and we fight to the death, even if the Tartars are like black clouds on the top of our heads, we will fight a bloody way, and we will raise the military flag again, turn around, and then separate a victory or defeat with the Tartars!

This army will be around. Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy footsteps, and when I looked back, it was the pale-faced Wei Dagong who walked up.

Although the feather arrow on his body had been knocked off and the wound was wrapped, the arrow wound in his chest was really not light. No matter how tight the military situation is in Flying Kite Castle, all the generals will never let him go into battle again. After packing up a barely accommodating dwelling, he put him in it, and specially allocated a few people to serve.

And Wei Dagong also launched a high fever, and he could no longer support the fortress wall on duty, and arranged to command the military. It's night. They all started to talk about the birthday. The military fortress fell, and the Flying Kite Fort was besieged. If you are also the main general, you can see how difficult it is for the military and civilians in the Flying Kite Fort to support this day and night!

But at this moment, Wei Dagong walked on the fortress wall!

Although he was too weak to put on armor, Wei Dagong still put on a certain hood upright, and his waist was tied neatly with a luan belt. The pale face flushed with heat. After walking up the fortress wall, he asked the general, "What are you doing here?" ”

The general turned around suddenly, opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the tears couldn't stop flowing, and he hurriedly wiped them away with his palm, and said loudly: "General Wei, General Yang is here, General Yang is here!" ”

Wei Dagong nodded lightly: "I have ears and can hear." He has eyes, and he can see himself. ”

He walked a few steps, and his body seemed to fall down as soon as he went limp, but fortunately he was able to stand still with his hands on the battlement. The surrounding soldiers and soldiers wanted to go up to help, but they were waved away by Wei Dagong.

What caught Wei Dagong's eyes was the night raid scene that became more and more spectacular!

The fire dragon has filled the road below the mountain, and the minions of the fire dragon have penetrated deep into the three military villages. The shouting of killing sounded deafeningly, stirring up the mountains and valleys, the mountain wind whistling, and the dark clouds in the night sky overhead!

From the valley of the Ulshui River to here, it was as if the mountains were about to trap the dragon, pull out its claws, pull out its bones, and drain its flesh and blood. But the fiery dragon swept its way out of the way, slammed a path through the mountains, crashed into a rain of fire, crashed through a sea of blood, and knocked down the mountains that stood in its way before its horns and minions!

King Yan, you are in the middle of it............ King Yan!

Yang Keshi is also a general, not handsome. But to make decisions alone, always look ahead and backward, rarely decisive. If it weren't for King Yan, how could Yang Keshi's entire army come north so decisively and launch such a decisive attack on this northern passage with an indomitable momentum?

If you say that before, I Wei Dagong was just willing to take risks for fame. But King Yan, why are you in such a dangerous situation?

Wei Dagong turned around suddenly, stood as steady as a mountain without support, and roared with all his strength: "What are you waiting for? Don't go out to help fight yet? Why don't you kill a few more dog tartars at this time? ”

The soldiers of the left and right armies also tried their best to calm down at this time, but they just roared and took orders!

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The battle was carried out inside and outside the three military villages, and countless Song army armored horsemen just rushed forward, regardless of casualties and fatigue, just to kill into the military villages, cut down the last dog Tartar in front of them to the ground, and then trampled them with iron hooves, trampling them all into flesh!

Countless spears and horses were just stirred into the array of Jurchen soldiers who were fighting in and out of the village. Countless armor soldiers dismounted one after another, shaking and slashing the fence. A crossbow machine was held high, and the short arrows of Mu Yu swept away the Jurchen military horses that dared to defend according to the fence.

The Jurchen army and horses did not lay down until after sunset, and they did not have much time to arrange defenses after they were tired, and they had to drive the Song people to clean up the battlefield and repair the defenses. When the southern army suddenly arrived, these Song people suddenly rioted and rebelled. Let the Jurchen defenders be completely unable to form effective resistance!

In the three military villages, fires were lit everywhere, there were fights everywhere, and chaos was everywhere. The Jurchen defenders are rushing inside, and they can only resist in despair!

Outside the wall, inside the wall. A Jurchen warrior was either stabbed and cut down inside and outside the wall, or stabbed from a horse, or simply overwhelmed by the hordes of Song people. In the entire night sky, the last screams of the Jurchen Tartars echoed!

Xiao Yan had already drawn his sword and wanted to join the battle group. However, around him, such as Guo Rong, Yang Delin, Leopard Head and others, as well as dozens of Yanwang Zhijia soldiers, they never stepped forward and joined the battlefield. No matter how Sen Han's gaze stared at them under Xiao Yan's ghost face, they were all invisible.

This group of dozens of horsemen wandered outside the battlefield, watching the battlefield like a volcanic eruption.

Under repeated scrambles, it seems that this passage is really going to be opened! And the Jurchen Tartars are just one step too late!

In the end, Xiao Yan didn't bother to fight with these guards around him anymore, and put his sword into the sheath, just quietly watching the thousands of Western Army iron horses trained by Yang Keshi, fighting like a dragon and a tiger in front of him!

The more than 10,000 defeated troops did not live up to Lao Tzu's hard work after all, and after this battle, they were finally sharpened. With this army and horses as the backbone, it is still a great expectation to reorganize the front on the east and west flanks of the river, and still put the Zonghan army at a disadvantage............

As long as you pack it up, you can ask for it!

The sky was full of fire and rain, the sky was full of blood, and the sound of fighting was deafening, Xiao Yan even began to silently think about his next move.

Guo Rong has been vigilantly guarding Xiao Yan's side, looking around, just to see if there will be any danger to threaten Xiao Yan.

Suddenly, Guo Rong was shocked and shouted loudly: "Protect the nobles!" ”

On one side, a team of men and horses is grabbing out. But it was Pucha Wulie, who flew and seemed to drive down the mountain. He took more than 100 guards to pick up the horses at the horse stakes set up near the bottom of the mountain, and then more than 100 horses grabbed them from the side!

Pucha Wulie is also a Jurchen general, and as soon as he looks at the situation, he knows that several military villages under the mountain are hopeless. Looking at the battlefield, I saw Xiao Yan's line on the edge of the battlefield, and a group of armor soldiers vigilantly guarded the core people.

This must be an important figure in the Southern Army who is personally in charge! As long as this important figure of the Southern Army is snatched, there is no possibility of saving the situation! (To be continued......)