The heavy snow overnight has stopped.

In the corner of the vast snowfield outside Yingzhou City, there are dense crowds of people and horses, scattered and scattered. The ground was covered with battle scars and blood, the dying men and horses wriggled and struggled in the snow, and the horses of their lost masters screamed and hesitated in the snow.

The air was still filled with the smell of blood, and the screams and shouts of the fierce battle just now seemed to be ringing in my ears, but this fight had suddenly stopped.

There is no other reason, that is, Yingzhou, the Jurchen military horse, and the supreme commander Yinshu has already captured this Southern Dynasty military horse alive!

Hundreds of Jurchen armor riders stopped blankly, looking at their Mouke generals at a loss, and those Mouke generals were also at a loss to look at Yinshu Ke who was caught under Yue Fei's armpit.

The Jurchen military horses of the Song army were mixed with each other on the battlefield, and the Song army athletes who survived the catastrophe gasped for breath, and they were scarred and had no strength to fight. And these Jurchen armored horses, even if Song Junjian'er poked beside him, none of them handed over the blades in their hands again.

This qiē is because of the Jurchen tribal system of the army. After the death of this strongman, the Jurchens themselves split 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, while the Western Route Army is slightly sparse in blood, such as Zong Han after the change of the state 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 two sides fight. It's also bloody. Until the Sinicization Cheng dù is deeper. 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 Mouke, it was not so much that they were loyal to the Jurchen Wanyan Wu begging for the emperor, but that they were loyal to the nobles who were closer to each of them. One is prosperous, and one is lost.

The small group of Yinshuke is the small tribe of the Jurchens with ordinary backgrounds in the past few years, which has been collected by Yinshuke. With the status that silver art can be reused in front of Zong Han, it has gradually become such a situation. Because of Yinshuke'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 Yinshu is really killed in battle, this small group that was formed by three points of luck, and the nobles of each family will naturally attack them without hesitation. Yinshuke's henchmen used military methods to cut them off from future troubles. Each Mok was divided among these nobles. The wives and children of the dead soldiers were no longer cared for by their own families. From then on, the hardest battles will be fought, and the spoils will be the least. In front of Zong Han, no one stands up for them anymore!

Therefore, when Yinshu Ke was in danger, these Jurchen soldiers either resisted desperately in front of Yinshuke, or risked their lives to rush to the rescue. In the Jurchen tribe. At this moment, the silver art is the most important and indispensable figure in their group!

This southerner army horse. The tough Cheng dù really exceeded their expectations. Even if he took out the strength to eat milk and fought so many lives, he was still one step behind, and Yinshu was actually captured alive!

If the silver art can be killed in battle, it will not be so troublesome. Everyone is desperate. Kill all these southerners, hoping that this record can be exchanged for Zong Han's noble hand, at least not to affect their respective families.

But now that Yinshu Ke's life is still alive, these Jurchen armor riders don't know what to do. If you step forward again, do you really force these southerners to kill Yinshuke, and then everyone will fight to the death?

Or rather, Cheng Dù was so shocked that he didn't know what to do.

Since the Jurchens raised their armies, they have destroyed cities and destroyed the country, and they have been moving forward. It is often with inferior forces that the enemy is forced to collapse, and then they, the Jurchen sons, are fighting across the country and capturing the flag. When did it turn upside down, less than 100 cavalry southerners roared back and forth among the thousands of troops, saying that if they broke the camp, they would break the camp, and if they said that they would ride into the array, they would ride into the formation, and if they said that they would take the silver spell, they would take the silver spell?

Countless pairs of blank eyes all looked at Yinshuke, who was caught under Yue Fei's armpit. Even if the main general is already in the hands of the enemy, but now the Jurchen armor rider, who has no fighting will at all, is still habitually waiting for him to make a final decision!

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Crashed out of a bloody path, leaving behind the corpses of countless Jurchen armor riders, and rushed all the way to the silver magic recognizable flag, completing this almost impossible miraculous victory.

Yue Fei and the three of them were also panting heavily at the moment. Even with Yue Fei, Yang Zaixing, Yang De and other powerful people who are not born in the world. At this time, I only felt sweaty and heavy clothes, soft bones and muscles, and a heart was pounding, as if I was about to jump out of the cavity.

The body was full of corpses, Yang Zaixing Yang had to step down and defend the two of them, Yue Fei was on his own, holding the silver technique, and the cold wind blew his red tassels high. It looks like a god.

Yue Fei gasped heavily, and finally calmed his breath a little, his left arm was still holding Yinshuke, and his gaze swept around like electricity. Looking at the sons and daughters under his own command, there are only twenty or thirty people who can stand tall now, and the other sons, whether they are the elites who came with their hundreds of miles of cover, or those good men who have survived the catastrophe of Longshou Village. At this time, Tai Ban had already buried his bones in this vast snowfield, and fought to the last breath.

Guo Rong was far away from the side, and she was still barely in an array. Guo Rong still crossed her chest with her two knives, her short hair was flying, and her big eyes were still vigilantly scanning the surroundings, looking like she was still ready to fight. Tang Huai took thirteen steps down the arch guard, Tang Huai's right hand was drenched in blood, and his thirteen little eyes were shining. Around the three of them, there were more than a dozen Song Junerlang who were supported by Guo Rong and them, all of whom were crippled in sword and armor, but they were still barely standing. Around them, there were also dozens of Jurchen Tartar corpses and horse corpses!

Seeing his subordinates, there are so many left. Yue Fei's heart tightened. Just ready to give a loud order. All retreated south. I have this silver technique in my own house, but it can be broken in the back.

It was at this time. Yinshu, who was caught by Yue Fei, struggled desperately. Yue Fei only thought that this Jurchen Tartar general still didn't want to escape, and he was ready to give this guy a ruthless blow as soon as he had his left wing, as long as he had one breath left.

Unexpectedly, this Jurchen Tartar general just struggled to burst out a sentence: "Let you go, you let go of so-and-so!" ”

It is the Chinese dialect that is spoken, blunt and wrong, and it is even worse than the Chinese dialect of the thirteenth. At this time, it could not be heard more clearly. Yue Fei's left arm was suddenly useless. Yinshu took the opportunity to answer loudly again, and it was still exactly the same words.

"Let you go. You let go of a certain life! ”

The voice was very loud, and Yang Zaixing Yang was shocked in front of Yue Fei's horse, and looked at Yue Fei's armpit, which was trying to raise his head. Yang Zaixing sneered even more: "What a promising bird!" Fortunately, the master didn't kill you, the bird thief, and didn't stain the master's good gun! ”

Yinshuke's Chinese dialect was learned after the First World War in Yandi. Since the defeat of Yandi in the first battle and his return, Yinshuke has recruited a Liao official who is proficient in Jurchen and Han dialect in Datong Mansion in Xijing as a servant. A great deal of effort was put into learning Chinese. Don't read Yan Xiyin, a rare person among the Jurchens, who has a lot of literature and few qualities, and now he has even begun to collect calligraphy, paintings, antiques, and vassals of the Southern Dynasty, and when it comes to the level of Chinese, he is far behind Yinshuke.

After more than half a year of hard study, silversmithing is tenacious, and he is dedicated to everything. Now the level of Chinese has reached the point where I can understand the Chinese dialect with the accent of the Southern Dynasties and the North. I can barely speak, and even I can know five or six hundred Chinese characters!

Yang Zaixing's sarcastic words. The silver art can be heard clearly, but he doesn't care. I just tried my best to look up, desperately trying to shout this sentence louder!

Yue Fei was slightly stunned and greeted: "Yang De, take it!" ”

Yang De also gasped on Yue Pegasus's side, fighting until now, he relied on stepping down to follow the battle and fighting, and he also didn't pull a step, rushing to kill in front. There were also at least seven or eight Jurchen armor riders under his hands. The two layers of cowhide tents on his body were slashed and stabbed to tatters by various blades. There was a wound on the shoulder from the horse's mallet, and the blood had oozed out and stained the two-layer cowhide tent red.

Hearing Yue Fei's order, Yang De stood up straight silently, and Yue Fei casually handed over the silver technique. Yang De took it with his uninjured right hand. I don't know if it's the experience gained from catching rabbits in the wild for the Liao people in the past. Yang Depu's fan-like slap lifted the back of the neck, and with a single hand, he lifted nearly two hundred catties of silver magic with armor in the air, and Yue Fei who was riding on the horse was almost face to face. Yang De's hand strength is not big or small, not only can he pinch the silver technique, his eyes are black, his breathing is difficult, and he can't struggle at all, but he won't strangle him.

Yang De is nearly two meters tall and has long hands and feet. Although Yinshu is stout, he is not very tall, at most one meter six or eight. For Yang De to mention this, his hands and feet were stuck in the air, it was really a wolf!

Countless pairs of eyes were focused, and the Jurchen Song people had them. Seeing this scene, the Jurchen armor rode to death with shame. And the soldiers of the Song Army couldn't help but let out a cheer and shout!

Yang Zaixing saw it most clearly from the side. Yang De was so showy, it simply made Yang Zaixing jealous to the sky. The idea of going back and fighting this rammer is very sheng. But after thinking about it again, in the midst of the fight, this ramming goods still helped the master a little. If you turn around and throw him over in front of everyone, you will beat him with a blue nose and swollen face. Inevitably, you have to let others say behind your back that the master is not particular............

………… It is also said that this bird's unbeaten silver art has a bigger Tartar head Zong Han behind it. In the future, it will always be indispensable to be in battle, and when the time comes, the young master will take advantage of it, so he simply rode alone and overturned the bird Zonghan in front of everyone. Are you still afraid that the master will not become invincible in the army with General Yue? Look at how this rammed goods can steal the limelight from the master again?

After the battle, Yang Zaixing's wishful thinking crackled. The fierce fight just now seemed to him as if he was far from having been addicted. still wants to become Yang Invincible in the army. But at last, there has been some progress, and he is reluctant to share this invincible number with General Yue.

Where did Yue Fei know that such a move immediately made Yang Zaixing's mind open and he thought of a place where there was no shadow. Just coldly looked at the pair of eyes that had turned blood-red in front of him, and pointed his hand at the Jurchen armor rider not far away: "Then let these Tartars under your command spread out a little!" Get out of the way of the south! ”

The silver technique can be suspended in the air, and the neck is pinched by a fan-like slap. Every gasp. I have exhausted all my strength in life. The green tendons rise at the roots. The deep scar left by Xiao Yan on his face. It's already twisted to the extreme.

In such a wolf situation, Yinshu seemed to be able to clearly feel every gaze that fell on him.

The southerners are contemptuous and ridiculed, but their own sons are humiliated and humiliated to the extreme!

On weekdays, Yinshu would rather die a hundred times than face such a gaze from his subordinates! But at this time, Yinshu only had the thought of revenge in his heart. Only do everything you can to survive, using tens of thousands of people. 100,000 people, millions of people in the south of the country to save their lives for the thought of washing away today's shame!

As soon as Yue Fei finished speaking, he ordered loudly in Jurchen with all his might: "All retreat a hundred steps to the north!" Let go of the southern thoroughfare! ”

Hundreds of Jurchen armor riders scattered everywhere couldn't help but make a loud noise! How could these Jurchen warriors, who had fought a hundred battles and raised enough arrogance in the war to destroy Liao, think that the nobles who followed and died for their own family could issue such an order without hesitation, just to save his own life?

Dozens of Jurchen warriors. His face was already flushed, and he reached out to raise his blade again. I have to step on the horse's belly and fight to the death with these southerners. It's nothing more than silver art that can be killed in battle, and we were also beheaded by Zong Han's marching method. How can you suffer such humiliation?

Yinshu Ke seemed to have expected what his subordinates thought for a long time, and under the coercion of Yang Depu's fan-like slap, he tried his best to suck more cold air into his lungs, and shouted hoarsely: "They are all good brothers who were born and died with a certain family, so I will believe in a certain family again!" Back north and get out of the way! ”

The hands of the Jurchen soldiers stopped on their respective blades, and they looked at each other, their eyes on several leading Mouke. Those few Mouke were all covered in blood, and they all took the lead in going through a hard battle before rushing to a distance of only a few dozen steps away from Yinju. But these dozens of paces away, for these Jurchen armor riders, is the end of the world!

Each leader Mouke distorted his face. His eyes seemed to burst into flames. Teeth rattled one by one. Turning his head and looking around, although those southerners were crippled by swords and armor, they were surrounded by armored horses. But they all raised their heads, clenched their blades with disdain, and looked at them without flinching from their ferocious gazes.

The cold wind swept by, and the eyes of the two sides collided, and it seemed that sparks were splashed.

Bird Tartar, if you are not convinced, just come!

The expressions of these leaders changed, and they didn't know how much they thought about for a while. In the end, he still let go of the blade in his hand.

They are all silver skills can be promoted all the way, silver skills can march the army to fight the first soldiers, and they are not arrogant and irritable. But what his subordinates are asked to do, he must do it first. Rewards and punishments are always fair. If it weren't for the silver art that could lead them to fight and fight in front of Zong Han, how could they, the children of a small family, and even the slave-born characters of the Wanyan family, get to where they are today?

There was also a thought that none of these Mouks could speak. Today's fiasco, Zong Han will definitely be investigated. It's better to be alive than dead. If Yinshu could take this matter down in front of Zong Han, the power would not be affected too much. As a general under his command, he naturally won't be too unlucky. If Yinshu can't stand it, and Zong Han is furious, then the first thing to be held accountable is Yinshuke's responsibility, and everyone will not lose their lives.

Since the silver art can be ordered, everyone will listen to it one last time!

Several Mouke generals let go of their blades in frustration, and beckoned their respective subordinates to gather and slowly retreat north. Don't look at those southerners again.

The generals were like this, and the Jurchen armored cavalry all hung their heads, and they moved with the brigade in frustration. The war horse under the crotch seemed to be infected with such an atmosphere, and the neighing stopped. Every step is heavy.

Hundreds of Jurchen armor rode and receded like a tide. And those remnants of the Song army soldiers are like reefs, after the tide recedes, they are still standing dangerously!

Several Jurchen armor riders fell at the end, looking around blankly. The corpses of their own warriors were all over the ground, and occasionally a few war horses were still hanging their heads and arching the corpses of their masters. And those southerner warriors finally stood on this battlefield, looking at them coldly.

A Jurchen armored rider picked up his spear violently and slammed it into two on his leg. Then he cried loudly, and in no matter what direction he went, he galloped away.

Between the white heaven and earth, only the Jurchen armored rider was heard, and the howl echoed like a wounded beast!

Silversmith grits his teeth tightly. Then he heard a soft click. I actually crushed a tooth!

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The Jurchen armored cavalry silently withdrew from this battlefield in frustration. The soldiers of the Song Army who survived the catastrophe. That's when it loosened. Without waiting for Yue Fei's order, they each went to gather their war horses and turned over the corpses in this red-dyed snowfield. See if there is any of your brothers who can breathe.

When the Jurchen armor rode away, Thirteen followed Guo Rong tightly, and the muscles all over his body were tense, ready to fight again. When these Jurchen Tartars retreated, Thirteen immediately ran out regardless of it, and rushed straight to the place where Tian Qiong had fallen just now.

There are also human corpses and horse corpses everywhere. Just now there was another short and brutal fight here. Looking at the past, where can you still see Tian Qiong's figure?

Thirteen couldn't help but shout, and the shouts were all crying: "Grandpa! Grandpa! ”

The shouts echoed in the snowfield, where could Tian Qiong's response be heard? Thirteen looked around in a daze, and suddenly went crazy and rummaged through the pile of corpses. After finding a few horse corpses, he saw Tian Qiong leaning on a horse corpse, blood flowing from the wound on his shoulder and back, staining the abdomen of the horse corpse red, and it had frozen into ice. And Tian Qiong leaned on the horse's back, and was already silent. He clutched an armor-piercing feather arrow tightly in his hand. At the foot of the body of a Jurchen armored rider lay lurking. The armor-piercing feather arrow was inserted into the eye socket of the Jurchen armored rider.

Tian Qiong was hiding here. also fought to the death with a fallen Jurchen armor horse!

Thirteen pounced violently, desperately shaking Tian Qiong's body. I wanted to shout something, but I couldn't. This sixteen-year-old little Xi slave came from a very poor background, had no father or mother, and had not lived a good life since he could remember. Since the age of thirteen, he has struggled to survive in a series of bloody battles. I was never afraid, and I never cried.

From the very beginning, Thirteen had little expectation of the world. No matter what kind of treatment you encounter, it's always just a smirk. What mercy do you expect from this thief?

But at this moment, great fear grabbed his heart, choked his throat, and made him breathless!

Grandpa, grandpa. I feel that my life is not so cheap, this day is not all about your life and death, I feel that there is still a little warmth in this world, and I feel that I can do something............

………… Why can't you move?

Suddenly, Thirteen felt a hand on his shoulder, and Thirteen jumped up with a sword in his hand. The small eyes flickered with a fierce light, like a fierce beast. Turn around and swing your sword to stab down!

The sword blade suddenly stopped in mid-air, and it was Guo Rong who stood in front of Thirteen.

Guo Rong gently swung away the short sword that Thirteen had stopped there. Take off the wine gourd at your waist - this breakthrough, each person carries two gourds. One for oil and one for spirits. Oil for arson in the camp, wine for healing and heating. Both gourds are wrapped in sheepskin covers to keep warm. In this way, Guo Rong is no exception to the standard equipment. She squatted down, and without saying a word, she lifted the armor on Tian Qiong's body, revealing the deep wounds on her shoulders and back. Guo Rong took off the gourd stopper, fortunately the liquor had not been frostbitten, and then poured the liquor of half a gourd on the wound of Tian Qiong!

Tian Qiong's stiff body shook violently, and then he heard a painful snort!

Thirteen, who was watching Guo Rong's movements in a daze, was struck by lightning, and finally reacted. At this time, tears were pouring like a waterfall across the face, and a lot of snot flowed out. Crying, he threw himself into the snow, hurriedly took off the gourd he was carrying, and desperately poured the wine into Tian Qiong's stiff teeth!

Grandpa, you have to survive!

I don't know how much liquor was poured down, Tian Qiong's stiff teeth loosened, and he slowly opened his eyes. looked at the thirteen in front of him with snot and tears on his face, choked up, and said softly: "Straight mother thief, Lord Yama doesn't accept ............"

Thirteen whimpered, the little killing god who was as fierce as a cheetah in the fight just now, but at this time, his whole body was weak and he had no strength, and he couldn't even stand up.

Tang Huai has also been beside Guo Rong and Thirteen silently looking at the front of him, and Thirteen was crying with tears on his face and snot, not knowing what to do. Instead, Guo Rong helped Tian Qiong wrap his wounds, and then ripped off the cloak behind him to wrap him in warmth. Tang Huai stepped forward silently, picked up Tian Qiong with a hey, and went to find a horse to carry him. Thirteen struggled several times to get up from the snow. Suddenly, there was a cheer. Busy catching up and overtaking. In the blink of an eye, I don't know how he found it, but he actually brought three empty horses over!

On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Song army wrapped themselves in this way, took care of each other, and led horses to settle the wounded.

Although hundreds of Jurchen Tartars were silently monitoring not far from the north, their armor was clear and their blades were like a forest. But the soldiers of the Song army regarded it as nothing. From time to time, there was a low sound of laughter and laughter on the battlefield. The battle was fierce, and the enemy was strong. But as long as it is with the robe, as long as the banner of the Shenwu Ever-Victorious Army erected by King Yan himself does not fall, what is there to be afraid of the straight lady thief?

Although carrying dozens of wounded people and going deep into the mountains, I don't know how much drag I have to suffer. I don't know if I can kill the interception and get rid of the pursuers. But the Shenwu Ever-Victorious Army has become an army so far, and since King Yan, he has never given up his brothers!

Guo Rong stood in place with the handle of the knife, watching the thirteen revolving around Tian Qiong. Watching the dozens of athletes who survived the catastrophe unconcernedly, they cleaned up. Looking at Yang De holding the silver technique, he could stand up straight. The giant man didn't seem to know what tiredness was. Watching Yang Zaixing spinning around Yinshuke, sometimes looking at the Jurchen armor in the distance, rubbing his hands, he looked like he hadn't played enough.

And Yue Fei rode alone. Press the horse lance, and ride in front of his own sons and Jurchen armor. Ride your horse and walk slowly. He was alone there, and dozens of his subordinates felt like Mount Tai.

And those hundreds of Jurchen armor riders, looking at Yue Fei who was riding alone in front of him, it was like looking at a mountain!

Guo Rong couldn't help but have a little tear in the corner of her eyes, and hurriedly wiped it away.

Why wasn't he here, beside that person, to find a trace of warmth under the power of this thief? Although between the two, there are many waves of torment!

Only that person can drive so many heroes and heroes to fight until the end of fate. In order to make this thief give in a little!

Guo Rong realized something, but she didn't know the identity of Xiao Yan's traverser after all. I don't know how heavy the Tianwei of this thief is in real history, I don't know if Xiao Yan is gritting his teeth, and what a dangerous providence he is fighting to the end!

It was just at this moment that she thought that Xiao Yan was by her side.

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There are already as many as seven or eight hundred Jurchen armored horsemen gathered in the snowfield, and there are many more who follow under the pressure of the bullets. Almost all of the people under Yinshuke's command have been gathered.

This army horse, however, only silently headed north. Finally, stop at the south entrance mountain pass a few hundred steps away. The faces of every Jurchen soldier were gloomy.

Although the appearance is still the elite of the strong Jurchen Western Route Army. But at a glance at the experienced generals, they knew that the morale of this army had collapsed for a while. It's hard to get it back without a considerable victory.

And the southerner army and horse they saw off, after covering hundreds of miles, receiving the defenders of Longshou Village, breaking through the camp, and capturing their own main general, had disappeared into the mountain pass.

The only one who remained before the mountain pass was the Nanren general named Yue Fei. In Gubeikou, here, they all rode a thousand, and all their Jurchen strength and courage were trampled under the hooves of horses!

And in front of his horse, Yinshu Ke finally put down and stood in the snow, and Yue Fei had the horse lance in his hand, which was on his shoulder. Yinshu tried his best to stand up straight, without losing his majesty as a Jurchen general. But these nearly 1,000 Jurchen centaurs, more from all ethnic groups in the Northland, all fell on Yue Fei.

Yue Fei didn't bother to talk much with Yinshu, so he was here immediately, waiting for the sound of the hooves of his men and horses to go away. The Jurchen horse, who was hundreds of steps away in front of him, was even more indifferent in his eyes.

When the time was almost up, Yue Fei raised the horse lance and knocked on the shoulder of Yinshuke: "Let's go!" ”

Although it was a Tatar for Hulu, Yue Fei didn't bother to break his promise. It's just a Tartar general, as long as you are in battle, are you afraid of killing less? As long as the people in the upper position dare to use these good sons and daughters of ours to fight!

Yue Fei's emotion was missing a few words. The people in the upper position must not only dare to let the good sons and daughters of the Han family who are never lacking to fight. It is also necessary to make these good boys fight willingly. Make good use of them to fight. It is also necessary to eradicate those who are not in need of those who are in high positions!

Yinshuke moved his almost frozen body, and looked back at Yue Fei deeply. He staggered to the north of his own army.

Yue Fei was not in a hurry to leave. Anyway, he is riding alone, and the war horse under his crotch is also a good horse, and he will raise his strength back, and now he is still chewing good beans with a rattling sound. After becoming Grandpa Yue's mount, it turned out that the owner had already been thrown out of the clouds.

There are guns and horses, these Tartars in front of you, are you afraid that you will be able to stop Yue?

Yue Fei tugged on the reins, and the mount under his crotch turned around obediently, but climbed up along the rocks next to him. The mountain next to the pass is not steep, and there is a rain crack ditch washed out of the road. It didn't take much effort for this Liaodong iron blue horse to climb a big rock halfway up the mountain.

Immediately on the rock, there is a vast snowfield in front of you. It was the black and ant-like Tartar rider on the snowfield, all motionless, and did not step forward to meet the silver trick that was staggering and struggling north in the snow.

Looking to the north again, it is the city fortress of Yingzhou, which is the rivers and mountains of the Han family that have been reduced to foreign races for hundreds of years. The Liao Empire collapsed, but the Jurchen Huqi came again. This time, we have to temporarily give up this great river and mountain.

And further north, I don't know how many fierce Jurchen iron horsemen are swarming south!

Even with Yue Fei's strong will, he couldn't help but feel a little bottomless at this moment.

How many horses can you fight? Can you stop the Jurchen Western Route Army, which has the advantage? In addition to the Jurchen Western Route Army, there was an equally powerful Eastern Route Army entrenched in front of Yandi. And how many Han military horses can fight there?

After repeatedly fighting with the Jurchen Tartars, Yue Fei realized how powerful the destructive power of such a Hu cavalry was!

But the strength of the Great Song Dynasty is at an unprecedented trough. The situation is so sinister that the Liao people went deep into Hebei during the Tanyuan Alliance!

King Yan, King Yan, hurry up and go north. Maybe only you can mend this crack! Yue is under your banner, even if he dies in battle, what will he be straight?

These rivers and mountains are looking at us, looking at you, King Yan!

On this side, Yinshu can see that he is about to approach the array of his own horses. At this time, Yinshu Ke saw clearly that none of these self-employed henchmen and horses had their eyes on their own family, and they all raised their heads to look at the heights in the distance.

Silversmith can turn back suddenly.

I saw the high place, the general of the Han family rode alone, and the mount under his crotch hissed and stood up with a tall man.

Like a mountain.

The second volume of Bianliang was finished by mistake, so please look forward to the third volume to mend the crack. (To be continued......)

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