In the night, the sound of the wind subsided, and the soldiers slept more and more deeply, and the snoring sound shook the sky, as if they were about to tear the roof down.

It was already time for the darkness before dawn, and just when the man was at his most sleepy, Yinshu woke up quietly.

Everything around seemed quiet as usual, and even the violent snowstorm last night gradually stopped. Thousands of troops and horses were stationed here, and the camp was impeccable. Surrounded by mountains, there is also the army of Lou Room to the south. To the north, the main force of the Zonghan West Route Army is coming. No matter how you look at it, the art of silver can be as stable as Mount Tai here.

But tonight, whether he fell asleep or woke up, the uneasiness in Yinshuke's heart grew stronger and stronger. Although there are no signs, this vigilance of the sixth sense is honed by the military generals from countless occasions of life and death, and there is no reason to talk about it.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he jumped up. The armor had never been removed, and he stood there and suddenly ordered: "Get up for a certain family!" ”

Yinshu can shout, in the hall wearing clothes and armor, sleeping crookedly the door of the guard suddenly woke up, one by one, all of them flicked up, everyone pressed the blade on the waist, listening to the movement outside. Listen to whether there is an enemy hitting the camp, listen to whether the sound of fighting has already sounded, just around!

In this way, Yinshu was also deeply satisfied, and waved his hand and ordered: "All my relatives and followers will be on point, and all of them will be dispatched to patrol the camp with me!" ”

Yinshuke also has a direct leader under the command of Mouke, who is led by a group of personal guards divided into Pu Liyan. No matter where the silver art goes, whether it still has its current status, this Mouke is always his private property. Originally, the establishment was very large. In the other Mok, the number of troops in the south was only two hundred. Or even when there were only one hundred and fifty or sixty soldiers. This direct leader Mouke is full of 300 elites.

On the way south, a little was consumed, and Yingzhou attacked and defended a hard battle, and this Mouke was not spared, with a loss of thirty percent, but there were still more than 200 elite warriors. Compared with other Moke, the strength is still much more substantial. Now it is the most relied on power in silver.

It has always been possible to patrol the camp with silver skills, but just order a Puriyan. But today, somehow, the silver art is actually going to take the whole of Mok with him.

However, the silver art can be commanded, and it has always been once the order is issued. These guards just took the order with great vigor. Immediately, several guards sent out troops from the Chinese army, and this personal guard Mouke was stationed in the small fort of Jiazi, and he didn't need to blow a trumpet to give orders, just say hello. A few small forts were in a commotion, and groups of Jurchen warriors flocked out of military tents everywhere, wearing armor and holding soldiers, and went to the horse factory to lead the horses in the flying snowflakes.

All the movements, there is no commotion, quiet and fast. Waiting for Yinshu to eat a little, he strode out of the gate. More than 200 Jurchen elite warriors in the small fort of Azi were already waiting with their horses, and everyone was chewing cold and hard dry food. Just wait for the silver art to lead the departure.

Yinshu Ke calmly glanced at these Jurchen sons who were closest to the elite and dared to fight under the light of the fire, and waved his hand again: "Bring the horse and the long blade!" All bows and arrows are available! Just take a short blade with you and go out to hang out? ”

Several Priyan couldn't help but glance at each other.

Silversmithing, but what's going on? A habitual patrol of the camp, not to mention all the guards Mouke, but also fully armed, wearing bows and arrows, carrying long blades, and posing as if he was going to fight a big battle? Could it be that something has changed? As the guards who led this Mouke, Pu Liyan, they were by Yinshuke's side every day, what changes could they not know?

Looking around, the snowflakes were still falling quietly in the sky, the howling cold wind was gradually subsiding, and the torches on the fort wall were faintly sprinkled with yellow, faintly sprinkling on the snow. The head of the dragon head village is still as calm as ever.

Even the low-hanging stratus clouds seem to have been blown away by a strong wind overnight in the dark, and tomorrow must be a rare sunny day.

Silversmithing, but what's going on?

However, for the surprising order of Yinshuke, the guards were also stunned and hurriedly ordered the arrangement. But in a moment's effort, all the Jurchen warriors were wearing armor and holding soldiers, and the war horses were hung with hard bows, and the four sacks were full of feather arrows, heavy arrows and light arrows. The lance and spear are attached to the side of the saddle, and the long sword, sword, and iron bone are worn with him. With an order, after the two hundred Jurchen knights turned over and got on their horses, they were like moving arsenals. It's already a posture of preparing for a big battle!

Yinshu Ke also turned on his horse and stood at the head of the team, slowly scanning these closest sons and daughters who would obey his orders.

No matter how the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart grew, when the sons and daughters were dressed up and mounted on their horses, more than two hundred pairs of absolutely trustworthy eyes looked at him. Silversmith finally calmed down.

Even if there is something wrong, what if the sky falls when these sons and daughters of a certain family are around?

He grinned, and the line of more than two hundred people loosened a little. Suddenly woken up, busy for a while, Yinshuke walked around with a calm face. The Jurchen warriors who fought old battles were also a little confused. Seeing that Yinshuke finally smiled, these Jurchen armor warriors were also at ease.

Yinshu Ke waved his hand: "Open the castle door!" ”

The pale head on the fort wall creaked and turned the winch, and the heavy fort door that opened on the side of the horse's face slowly opened.

In the midst of the tooth-aching winch turning, Yinshu slammed his ears.

In the direction of the back mountain, in the wind, there was a faint sound of impact.

He jerked up a hand. All the guards immediately raised their hands. The team, which was still slightly shaking, suddenly quieted down, and the eyes of more than two hundred Jurchen armorers who looked like iron towers suddenly became fierce, and they all fell on Yinshuke's raised right hand!

The sound of the crash was heard again, this time much clearer, and by no means an illusion. Immediately afterwards, the shouting and killing broke out, just in the direction of the two camps in the back mountain!

Yinshu Ke sneered, and his right hand slashed down: "Let's go!" ”

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In the midst of the sawdust flying, Yang De strode into the Jurchen camp like a demon god.

The giant tree in his hand was near the cliff wall of the back mountain. A group of sergeants chiseled down with their swords. Fortunately, the trunk trees are brittle in winter. It didn't take much effort to cut out half of the gap. A group of people finally took advantage of this gap to shake it down. It's good to cover it up by the wind and snow. did not alarm the Jurchen camp in the distance.

Raiding the Jurchen camp and grabbing horses, the most important thing is time, and there is no time to send people to slowly climb the wall, and put troops into the test and infiltrate little by little. Only by breaking through the gate of the village, opening this passage, and devoting all his strength in the first time, killing the Jurchen camp with a horse factory, and snatching the horses. Taking advantage of the fact that the Jurchen defenders from other places had not yet arrived, they quickly retreated into the mountains to the south!

Therefore, this siege giant tree is a must. Take the time to take some risks and cut down on an improvised basis.

However, when selecting the warriors who hit the door, Yang De stepped forward silently, and one person lifted the hundred-pound hugging giant tree and danced a few times, which still shocked the jaws of the defenders who retreated from Longshou Village.

Straight lady thief, where did the Lord find the giant spirit god?

After preparing this simple attack equipment, the soldiers of the two roads, which together were less than 100 people, formed a little and covered Yang De, a warrior who hit the door, towards the Jurchen camp that had already been selected.

At the moment, the level of the Jurchens' camp establishment is still sloppy -- most of the reason is also due to insufficient provisions. The manpower used to make the work is even more insufficient, and there is no energy to operate a stable business in this safe place. The walled wall is not covered by auxiliary defense facilities such as deer ditches. It is easy to reach the walled gate. Moreover, the gate was also opened too large - perhaps to facilitate the entry and exit of Jurchen horses, which were mainly cavalry. But once the gate is too large, with the level of materials at the moment, it is destined not to be too strong.

Moreover, the garrison force on the wall, first, is too thin, there is no corner tower, there is no protruding overhang, and there is no watchtower to block the wind on duty day and night. The second is to exhaust the cangtou bullet pressure and other slave auxiliary army, at this moment the Jurchen army is almost the strongest in the world in the field, and the garrison can only be regarded as uninitiated. These slave auxiliaries, who have eaten worse than the miserable female real army these days, where do they still have the energy to guard vigilantly all night in the cold wind and snow? In the darkness before dawn, when people are most physically sleepy, they all huddle in shelter and nap. Nearly 100 people quietly touched up, but not a single one issued a warning in advance!

At the gate of Dezhai, Yang De was hugged forward. One person moves the giant tree, this giant man has never talked nonsense, and the giant tree slammed into the gate of the wall.

One, two, three! The gate of the village opened like this!

The poignant cry resounded throughout the village. The dry and brittle giant wood in Yang De's hand has already broken most of it, and it is useless to occupy it in his hand. He casually dropped the giant tree and stood at the gate of the village in a daze. After all, this giant man is not a really well-trained warrior, and he doesn't have much experience in battle formations, so he really doesn't know what to do next at this time.

Just when he was stunned for a moment, a roar of excitement sounded in his ears, Yang Zaixing had already taken the lead in passing him with a big gun and lightning, this guy finally got his wish and grabbed in front of everyone! When I passed, I couldn't forget the demonstration against Yang De.

"Ram the goods, watch me fight!"

Yang De was stunned and chased after Yang Zaixing's figure, and there was already a riot in the camp at this moment. There were two military tents close to the gate of the camp, and I saw several Jurchen Tartars desperately drilling out. Yang Zaixing's big gun flashed like a flash, and he didn't need to stab but use a sweep. The elastic ash pole was pumping on the side of the neck of the first Jurchen Tartar, and there was a crisp sound. Instantly smashed the neck bone!

Yang Zaixing took another step forward, held the tail end of the big gun with the thickness of a duck egg with one hand, and pulled it out violently. Then I heard a rumbling sound. The Jurchen Tartars who followed and drilled outward were all swept down by this shot, and the tent was brought down, and a tent of Jurchen Tartars rolled under the leather tent, and they could only let out a burst of panicked screams!

The soldiers and soldiers in the back rumbled up, although they were not as high-profile as Yang Zaixing, but they still raised their swords and stabbed at the tent that was still rolling. And Yang Zaixing had already rushed forward again and swept down the second tabernacle, this time he didn't wait for the people behind him to follow up and mend the knife. The tip of the spear was raised, and a brazier propped up on a shelf by the tent had fallen on the leather tent.

Although the brazier was smoldering, the ashes were still smoldering. Falling on the tabernacle, sparks splashing everywhere. Yang Zaixing casually ripped off a small gourd from his waist and smashed it into the brazier. The gourd was full of fierce fire oil, which was prepared for the expected robbery camp before departure. The fire oil exploded when it was on fire. The whole leather tent suddenly turned into a ball of fire rolling around. There was only the hoarse screams of the Jurchen Tartars inside!

Screaming. Yang Zaixing laughed: "The pleasure of a straight thief!" Didn't walk the bird road these days in vain! ”

With Yang Zaixing as the arrow, all the Shenwu Changsheng soldiers surged up silently, and the two wings were archers with bows, and the feathered arrows were whizzing, whistling in the camp, and from time to time there were Jurchen armor soldiers who drilled out of the tent and fell into the snow with arrows. In the middle are warriors with long swords, swords and iron bones, following Yang Zaixing's sharp arrow, desperately rushing in the direction where the horse factory is located!

The camp was mixed with shouts and shouts. The Jurchen armor soldiers in the camp were pouring outward, but they were scurrying around like headless flies. In his sleep, he was suddenly attacked in the place where he thought it was the safety of Mount Tai, even if he was an elite Jurchen warrior, he couldn't react for a while. Those pale bullets were even more miserable and screaming, scurrying around the camp, which exacerbated the confusion even more.

Since the rise of the Jurchen army, it has been indomitable, destroying the enemy and destroying the country. I'm afraid it's the first time I've encountered this kind of wolf bèi scene!

Yang De stared blankly at the sight of Qiqi, he really didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a hand patted him on the shoulder, and Yang De turned his head violently. I saw that the young general Yue and the surprisingly beautiful little lady also entered the camp gate. Yue Fei's eyes were brightened by the firelight. Glancing around, he said to Yang De: "Do you see the horse factory?" The Jurchen Tartars are about to gather. Find a big heavy blade. Smash them out of the way! ”

Someone told him what he should do. Yang De turned his head to look in the direction of the horse factory. I saw a stout Jurchen Tartar shouting loudly, trying his best to clean up the order in the camp, and beckoning the scattered Jurchen armor soldiers to converge towards the place where he was. Get ready to fight the enemy who suddenly comes in. At least until the Jurchen reinforcements arrive!

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It was Hu Lu who was struggling to organize effective resistance. He was so anxious that he dropped the suspenders on his arms, and waved his hands desperately, roaring loudly. Beckoned his subordinates to form a resistance in front of the horse factory.

The enemy in front of him was too fierce, and a young general wielding a big gun burst forward. In just one moment, he rushed through seventy or eighty steps, and it was not without the resistance of the Jurchen armor warriors who had already reacted in the middle. But before he wielded the big gun, no one could stop him in the slightest!

The spear was like a living creature, stabbing or pumping or picking. One by one, the Jurchen warriors who had fought in and out of the army, and who did not know how many lives they had in their hands, fell into the snow screaming miserably. A Pu Liyan under his command, once led nine warriors to Linhuang first, killed hundreds of Liao soldiers on the city wall, did not dare to approach, and crashed into the Liao brigade with one hand waving iron bones, and with the other hand, a Liao marshal who commanded the defenders was sandwiched out, and threw down the city wall under his head and feet.

This Puliyan, who is famous for his bravery, roared angrily with a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and met the young general, but the shield was picked away by a single shot, and Puliyan threw away his shield and knife, and grabbed the barrel of the gun with his bare hands. The young general did not stop to advance and send the gun, and when he was close to the face of the Pu Yan fast, he smashed the Pu Li Yan nose into the face with one punch!

This kind of warrior is not something that can be dealt with by manpower, and it must be formed in a formation to resist!

Hu Lu hoarsely beckoned his subordinates who could gather to form a formation, while he couldn't help but think.

Who said that the southerners are weak? Why don't you try it? How could such a strong southerner, the vulnerable Liao State, be able to hold on to the army and horses composed of these southerners for so long?

Under the auspices of Hu Lu, the long-experienced Jurchen armor finally formed a thin array in front of him, more than 20 shields were gathered together, squatting down and the ground to stabilize, and spears poked out from the cracks in the shields. And there were more than ten Jurchen archers assembled in the back, and they all chose to shoot long and heavy arrows flat. In the camp, the whistling sound is even stronger, and it is the sound of feather arrows coming and going in the air to break through the sky!

In the panic of the sudden attack, in just half a moment, the Jurchen armor had already organized an effective resistance. This level is worthy of the true character of the strongest army in the world at this moment!

At least seven or eight feather arrows came straight at Yang Zaixing, Yang Zaixing roared, the big gun circled, and seven or eight armor-piercing heavy arrows flew out far away. However, Yang Zaixing's indomitable pace also paused slightly. The soldiers of the Song Army, who followed Yang Zaixing and rushed forward desperately, also had several people hit arrows and fell heavily to the ground.

This cover-up. It's all light. No one wore heavy armor. There is no long shield side card, which is a must-have for the arrow array. Feathered arrows struck, and the dead and wounded were instantaneous.

Seeing that they had to kill and injure this suddenly appeared, fierce southerner military horses, these Jurchen archers all took out their strength to eat milk and shot desperately. More Jurchen armor warriors also came to their senses and desperately gathered in this direction. There were even some pale bullets that reacted, they were originally archers, and many of them began to fire arrows everywhere with bows and arrows. For a while, they were in the ranks of the Song army, which was moving forward indefinitely. Bloodstained!

The shooters in the Song army also fought back desperately, but the Jurchen array in front of the horse factory was covered by a shield, and they couldn't overwhelm the other party for a while.

In normal times, the Song army was the least afraid of firing at the enemy's bow and crossbow. Such a simple and thin array in front of him was destroyed by a rain of arrows. However, they came lightly and carried a limited number of bows and arrows. For a while, he completely lost the upper hand in the shooting!

Yang Zaixing roared again and again, the big gun desperately hit the feather arrow, and took a few steps forward, but the robe behind him fell a few more. At this time, I heard a loud roar behind me: "Yang Zaixing!" Will you succeed? Let a certain house on! ”

Yang Zaixing turned his head violently, and saw that Yue Fei, who was standing behind the formation, had already pulled out the saber at his waist. Stride forward. Tang Huai also picked up the strong bow of the fallen archer. There is also the lady of the Guo family, one long and one short, two long knives have been unsheathed. With a cold and beautiful face, he also came to the front!

Straight lady thief, this little Jurchen Tartar in front of me can't rush away, this little bird village can't be broken, what face do I have to call the army invincible!

Yang Zaixing gritted his teeth violently, and he was already fit again!

And Hu Lu was already so excited that he yelled with red eyes: "The silver art is coming!" Kill all these southerners! ”

In the shouting, Hu Lu suddenly felt a wisp of cold wind hitting his neck!

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The experience of the veteran general in the army made Hu Lu turn his head sharply at the last moment, and there was a thin and small boy with a pair of small eyes, staring at him. A sharp long sword in his hand stabbed straight into the side of his neck!

Hu Lu turned violently, and at the critical moment, he still let go of this fatal stab. The long knife in his right hand swept with all his might. The momentum of the counteroffensive was achieved at once, and this knife was implemented, and the young man could only be cut in two.

However, this thin and small young man, Flexible Cheng Dù once again exceeded the imagination of Jurchen warriors like Hu Lu, and retreated with one step, no more, no less, just letting go of this knife. After all, Hu Lu had an injury on his left shoulder and back, and this knife affected the injury, and the knife could not be recovered under the severe pain, and the left half of his body showed a big flaw. The thin boy seemed to be born with a keen sense of smell in such a fight, and he hid from the left, and this sword did not take the neck, but a sword stabbed down between the gaps in the nail leaves on the side of Hu Lu's waist!

There was a muffled sound, and a sword went straight into Hu Lu's body. Hu Lu was dumbfounded, and threw the long knife in his right hand at the thin young man, and his left hand didn't care about the severe pain at this moment, and grabbed the long sword body, so that it couldn't go deeper!

The thin young man's movements were still beyond everyone's imagination, and he threw his sword and retreated in an instant, and when he let go, he didn't forget to turn his wrist vigorously.

The knife thrown by Hu Lu was completely missed. But the long sword stirred in the body, the internal organs were torn, and several fingers were also stirred off. Rao is that he is an iron-clad Jurchen warrior, and he can't support it anymore at this time. The screams shook the night sky and resounded throughout the camp!

The screams of the Lord General alarmed the Jurchen armor soldiers who were desperately resisting, and everyone looked back. I saw that Hu Lu's stout figure was already crumbling, and the thin boy had already rebounded back into the horse factory.

With so many Jurchen armor soldiers, no one knows when this skinny boy sneaked behind them, and as soon as he made a move, he had already severely injured their main general, Hu Lu!

In the ranks of the Song army, Tian Qiong was seven or eight steps behind Yang Zaixing, and he kept rushing forward. Before entering the village, he also took care of Thirteen. This kid is valued by the lady of the Guo family, and Tian Qiong is also happy for Thirteen. This stupid boy, why are you worried about the future of the Shenwu Ever-Victorious Army? As a result, as soon as he entered the village, the shadow of Thirteen disappeared. And Tian Qiong could only rush forward and fight desperately, and he couldn't care about anything else. However, Lao Tian was very confident in Thirteen, and the sky fell. I'm afraid that this kid can live!

At this time, Tian Qiong was also covered in blood. A feathered arrow was still hanging from the shoulder armor of the leather armor. Nearly an inch into the flesh, blood dripping. Attack the camp of such a strong army as the Jurchen with lightly armed soldiers. Even if they are all elites, they still fight hard!

Just as he was gritting his teeth and trying to move forward, he saw Thirteen suddenly appear and stab the main general of the Jurchen camp with a sword. Stimulated by the bloody battle, Tian Qiong, who has always been low-key, couldn't help but boil his blood at this time, and raised his arms and shouted.

"This is my little thirteen! This is my little thirteen! Kill the Tartars! ”

In Tian Qiong's shout, Yang Zaixing had already rushed forward with a gust of wind. Hu Lu was suddenly stabbed down. The Jurchen army formation in front of the horse factory was suddenly stunned. In front of Yang Zaixing, who was in front of the decisive death, where was the time for them to pause a little?

The pure white wool cloak on Yang Zaixing's body was already stained red with blood, with blood and coldness, rolling up the snow and dust, and he had already crashed into the array composed of more than 20 shields with one shot!

A big gun does not use a stab, but dances in a big circle in an instant. After bending to the limit, it suddenly straightened and slammed hard against those shields!

Yang Zaixing's momentum, the accumulation of the ash pole after bending. The power of making a catapult is probably enough to throw a stone the size of a basin a hundred and ten paces. And this huge force all fell on the shields of several Jurchen Tartars in front of them!

A loud bang rang out suddenly. also overwhelmed Hu Lu's terrible screams. Seven or eight sturdy shields were shattered, or they flew out of their hands. Seven or eight Jurchen armor soldiers were shaken. Look up to the sky and fall!

And Yang Zaixing, one person and one shot, had already rushed into the last array of the Jurchen armor, the spear danced, blood splashed, and screamed again and again!

The last battle of the Jurchen armor was finally knocked away. But at this moment, the Jurchen warriors are worthy of the name of strong soldiers. It is clear that there is no hope, the battle formation is broken, the strong enemy is stepping into the formation, and there are large groups rushing up behind. No matter how you look at it, it's a dead battle, defeated and clean. But the shield-wielding men with the two wings still intact were still desperately squeezing over from both sides, trying to sandwich Yang Zaixing in the middle. And even if Yang Zaixing's big gun is flying around him, as long as he doesn't stab his body, he still insists on firing arrows.

How can you drag this guy who killed the most Jurchen Sons to death together!

There was a roar behind him, and he saw that Yang De had already caught up.

The strong man really didn't find any long blades, so he grabbed two cowhide tents stacked on top of each other, and spread out his hands like a heavy curtain of arrows, and rushed forward.

Together, these two cowhide tabernacles weigh more than 100 catties. In Yang De's hands, he was as light as nothing, his legs were long, one step was three steps, he easily came first, passed everyone, followed closely behind Yang Zaixing, and crashed into the broken array of Jurchen armor!

There was another loud bang, and finally the Jurchen shield-wielding men who came from both wings fell down. Yang De threw down the tabernacle, and these Jurchen armor soldiers rolled around under the tabernacle. Yang De didn't care about them, he crashed into the Jurchen archery team with long legs and one step, and with both hands, he grabbed a Jurchen archer with armor weighing almost 200 catties, and threw straw more than ten steps away!

A Jurchen archer dropped his bow and arrows, drew his saber and was about to fight with Yang De. Suddenly, he felt a cold in his chest, Tian Qiong and their brigade finally rushed in, Tian Qiong stabbed his chest and abdomen with a sword, roaring against his chest and desperately hitting forward! In addition to spitting out dirty blood and spitting blood, the Jurchen archer was powerless to struggle twice, where was there half a point of desperate space?

The soldiers of the Song Army in the back brigade rushed up, slashing and stabbing with swords, and the blood was overflowing, and for a while only the screams of the Jurchens dying could be heard!

And Yang Zaixing, who was always at the forefront of the killing, had red eyes, kicked away a Jurchen armor soldier who was blocking in front of him, and didn't care whether he lived or died. Shake your hand and throw the big gun in your hand!

In front of him, there is no longer an enemy, only the crumbling Hu Rhythm. The big gun passed through the sky, broke in from the back, burst out, and drove Hu Lu's body, and nailed this Jurchen warrior to the ground firmly!

A man who had shot two arrows shook his bow and landed on the ground. I watched Hu Lu nailed to the ground with a spear, and his body trembled slightly on the barrel of the gun. And the Jurchen armor soldiers had already been overwhelmed by the enemy, and only patches of screams remained.

The pale head squeaked twice in his throat, and finally screamed miserably: "Defeated! Defeated! ”

In the midst of the screams, all the surviving people in this Jurchen camp collapsed, ten times more chaotic than when they were attacked. Even the few remaining Jurchen armorers who were far away from the battlefield began to hug their heads at this moment!

What kind of southern military horse is this?

crossed the Lou Room in the ice and snow, and I am afraid that it will not cover hundreds of miles. It was suddenly broken in a heavy snowstorm. Hit the armor array with light soldiers. Regardless of the casualties, in just a moment, the array has been destroyed and Hu Lu has been killed!

Defeated, defeated!

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Yue Fei, Guo Rong, and Tang Huai still didn't catch up with the fight after all. Guo Rong glared, just looking at Yang De and Yang Zaixing at the front.

She slowly returned the knife into the sheath and looked at Yue Fei: "Where did you find these people?" ”

In fact, Yue Fei also wanted to ask Guo Rong how they recruited monsters like Thirteen when they went north to Yunnei.

However, this is not the time for idle talk, and after all, there is no delay in killing the military village, so you should take advantage of the situation to grab the horse and run away!

Although every muscle, bone and blood in the body is jumping and agitating because of this short but fierce battle. The fighting spirit has been stimulated so much that he can't contain it, so he wants to have another Jurchen military village to let him take the lead and break through it in one fell swoop!

However, Yue Fei still kept in mind his duties as the chief general in the army, and it was important to bring everyone back safely. For the merit of fighting, there is no need to compete with subordinate generals.

Yue Fei took a heavy breath and ordered loudly: "Send people to destroy the remnants of the enemy and snatch out the horses of the horse factory!" Set fire to this bird village and hurry south! ”

At this time, a Chinese voice sounded: "General, west." ”

Yue Fei turned his head violently, and saw that Thirteen didn't know when he would come to Guo Rong's side to do the arch guard again, and at this time, he was pointing to the west in the night sky with a stern face.

Yue Fei, Guo Rong, and Tang Huai all listened attentively.

Then all three of them changed their faces.

That's the thunder of horses' hooves! (To be continued......)