Thirteen was like a spirit fox on the snow, and he swooped down on Tian Qiong, who was lying face down in the snow. The armor-piercing arrow swept past his ear, and the strong wind wiped his face with pain, but Thirteen didn't care. Not to mention that the horse's hooves were flying, and his face was hideous, and he was about to approach the Jurchen Jiaqi in front of him, but he just went to pull Tian Qiong, and shouted repeatedly: "Grandpa, grandpa!" ”

Tian Qiong's body trembled slightly, and he was pulled up by Thirteen. The armor-piercing arrow shot through his shoulder and back, and it went deep into the flesh. Thirteen's eyes were red when he saw it, but he didn't dare to move. Don't say that this is not the place where the arrows are raised, it is the rear army, where the stability is, and the army will have a headache when he sees such a deep feather arrow in the flesh. If you are not careful, the kung fu of an arrow can kill a person.

Fortunately, Tian Qiong was helped up by Thirteen and was still breathing, but he just opened his mouth to breathe and spurted blood foam, thinking that this arrow at least scratched the lobes of his lungs.

An old soldier in the army, his natural tenacity is far greater than ordinary people. Just now he was hit by an arrow and fell off the horse, and Tian Qiong fell and closed his breath. By the time Thirteen lifted him up, he had eased up a little.

As soon as he got up, Tian Qiong gasped and looked around, and immediately reacted to what the situation was. Regardless of the pain, he gave Thirteen and One a slap: "Don't you go to cover the lady and fight with the master?" ”

Thirteen stubbornly didn't let go: "The master can't die, grandpa, we're in one place!" ”

Tian Qiong wanted to say something, but the slap just now was so painful that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't scold for a while. And in front of him, in the snow and dust, the Jurchen armor rider has rushed closer and closer!

The rain of arrows was still roaring freely in the air, and the soldiers of the Song army fell off their horses one after another, and many people struggled to get up from the snow. When you touch the blade, you hold the blade. Without a blade, he simply clenched a pair of fine fists. Facing the Jurchen armor riders with wings surging like a wall, they were ready to try their best to block them a little, so that Yue would kill the master in front of Yinshuke!

Even if you die, you have to drag this Tartar with you today!

Dozens of paces away, the Jurchen armor rode in an instant. These Jurchen Tartar armor riders were also red-eyed. From the Yingzhou City Fortress to the present, they have suffered too many casualties in this southerner army and horse. Regardless of whether the strength of the Yinshu Ke Department was greatly damaged after this battle, it can no longer become an important part of the Jurchen Western Route Army, and today it is necessary to bury this Nanren army and horse without leaving any of them!

A Jurchen Pu Liyan rushed to the forefront. The war horse was foaming at the mouth, and the horse's belly was dripping with blood, all of which were wounds from the spurs. The spear in Pu Liyan's hand stretched forward, and he was ready to put the thirteen and two people who were holding the field dome in one place.

The spear approached with a strong wind, and the thirteen Tian Qiong was fierce, and he was also short, and the spear was not too much and no less clean. The Jurchen Pu Liyan poked the air and swept away, and the short body of Thirteen seemed to have predicted his follow-up, not only letting this spear sweep away, but Thirteen also fought for a little time. With one hand, he took out the short knife that was not left at his waist and stabbed it into the horse's belly.

The war horse galloped forward. Without thirteen efforts, a long wound suddenly opened on the horse's abdomen, and the blue-gray horse's intestines slid down with hot air mixed with dirty blood. The horse neighed and fell to the ground, causing the Priyan to fall hard into the snow.

Thirteen didn't have time to catch up and make up for a knife, and the Jurchen armor rode up again. The spear, the horse, the hammer, the iron bones, greeted the thirteen and Tian Qiong!

On weekdays, such an enemy, even if he can't kill it, Thirteen will have already slipped away. As long as it is in the wild, the people who can kill thirteen in this world are afraid that they have not yet been born. But at this moment, there is a grandfather who must not let go, and there is a short knife in one hand. With the ability of thirteen, he can only try his best to dodge, blocking left and right. The short knife in his hand had already been knocked away in a few strokes, and Thirteen had seen blood on his body for the first time, and he didn't let it clean, and dragged it over him, and the leather armor on his back was suddenly broken, and a deep blood mark burst open. If it weren't for the fact that Thirteen was so agile, this lance would have killed him!

Tian Qiong leaned on Thirteen's shoulders, watching the young man who had been adopted by his family widen his eyes and tried to dodge the tossing and turning. At first, I still wanted to break free, but the injury on my shoulder and back hurt so much that I couldn't do anything, and finally I had to give up. Quietly waiting for the final moments to come.

It's not bad that the two of us died together. I didn't expect that I would be alone for half my life, and I would have a child with me when I was dying. It's just a pity that Thirteen is a child, if he lives, his future under King Yan is really great............

Thirteen's agility also annoyed several Jurchen armor riders, and they simply surrounded and killed. Anyway, I'm going to kill this slippery skinny boy on the spot. One of them still had an injury number, and he actually held up for so long in front of several armorers who were armed to the teeth and mounts. If you don't poke him all over the bloody holes, how can you vent the stuffiness in your chest from the battle of Yingzhou to the present?

Two horse lances forced the thirteenth retreat, and the other two Jurchen armored horsemen brandished iron bones and slashed their heads and faces. Thirteen finally had no room to dodge, let Tian Qiong fall softly on the snow, turned over and fell down, and covered Grandpa with his thin body.

"Grandpa, I'll go first!"

At this moment, the Jurchen armored cavalry collected his blade, pulled the reins, and raised his hooves high on the war horse under his crotch, intending to trample the thirteen and Tian Qiong into a pulp together!

There was a whoosh of arrows breaking through the air, followed by two more sounds. The four Jurchen armor riders turned over and fell off their horses. They were all arrows in the throat, and one of the feathered arrows on his shoulder was still trembling, and he almost fell off his horse in pain.

As the screams rang out, Thirteen turned his back to Tartar and seemed to see what was happening. Holding Tian Qiong is a roll, narrowly avoiding the horses' hooves that fall down!

In the snow and dust, Thirteen had already turned over and stood up, and reached out to take off an armor-piercing heavy arrow from the bag on the side of the saddle of the last Jurchen armor, first to give him a blow in the leg, and then to the horse's buttocks. The war horse was in pain, and jumped away neighing with the Jurchen armored horse commander who had not yet reacted.

Thirteen, who had escaped death, turned his head to look, and saw Tang Huai fighting not far away, still maintaining the posture of playing the strings. This general, who has always been silent, followed Xialongshou Village all the way, followed the attack camp, followed the retreat of Zema to the south, and then turned around and attacked Yinshuke. If his finger is injured, he will fight with a knife and spear, never inconspicuous, and never less than others. At this time, I looked at Thirteen in danger. Despite the aggravation of the finger injury. You will never be able to open a bow again. took out his ability to shoot a lot of beads again!

With a whoosh, Tang Huai sent out another arrow, with his silence and tenacity. The arrow was released and his face twitched in pain. The Jurchen armor rider who was hit by an arrow in his shoulder just now couldn't escape anymore, and fell off his horse with an arrow in his throat. It's also the injury of the fingers, otherwise the three arrows just now, where can this Jurchen armor ride live so little?

And beside Tang Huai, it was Guo Rong who rode his horse and circled and fought. Twin knives flying, while shielding the war horse to death. Tang Huai who stepped down and fought. While trying his best to hold back the roaring brigade of Jurchen armor riders.

And in the snowfield, the Song soldiers turned around and desperately pushed towards the two wings, no matter how they stepped down immediately. dragged the rushing Jurchen armor riders, and even the seriously injured rolled on the snow and chopped the horse's legs. All of them are to buy time for Yue Fei and a few of them behind him!

Thirteen couldn't help but look in the direction where Yue Fei and the others were, and in his eyes, no matter how chaotic the battlefield was, he could see it clearly at once.

Now those who are still rushing into battle are Yue Fei, Yang Zaixing, Yang De and other three people. Everyone pinned their hopes on their own generals and the two monsters. And Yue Fei and them have already been the last personal guards around Yinshuke. Fight together!

Thirteen turned his head violently and greeted Tian Qiong: "Grandpa, I'm going to fight, you hide by the dead horse, don't move!" ”

After greeting him, Thirteen went to Guo Rong's battle group to join. At this moment, Thirteen also understood in his heart. What Grandpa wants most is not to die with him, but to let him kill more Jurchen Tartars!

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The entire snowfield has been slaughtered. There are fewer and fewer soldiers of the Song army, desperately dragging the two winged Jurchen armored horsemen who are constantly pouring up, and using their lives and blood to ensure that before they die, these Tartars cannot take a step beyond the thunder pool!

Yue Fei, Yang Zaixing, and Yang De were three people, even if they never looked back, they could still feel the final battle of death that those robed brothers behind them!

Yue Fei finally crashed into the last seven or eight guards in front of Yinshuke, Yang Zaixing rode his horse on the side, and the giant Yang De followed in steps!

Behind them, the corpses of Jurchen Tartars were all heavy. The last two rows of nearly twenty Jurchen Tartar armor riders were almost swept away by the three of them!

At this point in the fight, the three of them were already covered in blood and had several injuries. But the murderous spirit of war is still so high!

In the end, seven or eight Jurchen armored horsemen desperately caught up, and the Jurchen sons who rushed on both wings were dragged by these remnants of the southerners for a while. And the three killing gods in front of them, it will take another half a moment to sweep them away. Although some Jurchen armored horsemen on both wings have reacted and rushed over desperately around the battlefield, who knows if it will be too late?

And Yinshuke, standing under the black flag, the southerners are so brave, at least at this moment, has greatly dealt a blow to his original high ambition to go south. For a while, they doubted whether it was right or wrong for him to go all out to assist Zong Han and promote the plan to go south, and whether he wanted to bury all the Jurchen sons in the Southern Dynasty!

The terrible injuries of his own children made him feel terrible. Even if Yue Fei and the others had already pounced in front of them, Yinshu didn't want to go anymore, so he just died here. Even if you escape with your life, will you make people see jokes in this life?

From Yandi to Yingzhou and then to this battle, a series of death battles actually made Jurchen generals like Yinshu, who were extremely strong-minded, lose their grasp of their own minds for a while!

At the last moment, looking at Yinshuke standing quietly under the flag, holding the flag and guarding the armor, he pulled the Yinshuke reins violently, and led him to the north. Yinshu reacted immediately, and shouted angrily: "What is this trying to do?" ”

Another armored rider poked at the butt of the silver mastery mount: "Go!" ”

Yinshu can kick the horse's belly violently, and the best Liaodong war horse reacts very quickly, jumping to the side to get out of the way. And Yinshu Ke had already taken the lead in catching up with Yue Fei and them: "A certain family will die here!" ”

The Guardian Armor Rider immediately reacted, Yinshu really wanted to die here! These sons and daughters under his command can only fight with these southerners endlessly, even if they are completely damaged, they must let all these southerners be buried with silver!

That being the case, what else is there to say? Just die with Yinshu!

Seven or eight Jurchen armored horsemen roared in unison, and followed Yinshu Ke to meet Yue Fei and them, who were covered in blood and desperately killed. Fight to this day. The commanders of the two armies finally met each other. Do this final collision!

And on this side. Yang Zaixing mustered up his last strength, and finally surpassed Yue Fei, and shouted: "Give up the lord, this Tartar head to me!" ”

The big gun moves, pointing directly at the silver technique. At this moment, there is nothing else in Yang Zaixing's eyes, only silver!

Yue Fei wanted to drink Yang Zaixing, but this guy was brave and brave. By no means inferior to Yue Fei. A little later, and it can't be stopped. And even if he calls him, at this time, with Yang Zaixing's virtue, he may not be able to listen to the greeting. At this moment, Yue Fei could only roar in a low voice, and Yang De was left and right, winging Yang Zaixing to rush forward.

In the end, the seven or eight guards who were beside Yinshuke were already fighting for their lives. The cavalry chased each other, and the final hard-fought battle was fought to the end. There are only a dozen people who can hold on to the silver art and make the final fight under the banner of silversmithing. The two sides have no room to dodge and retreat from each other, that is, they collide fiercely. The stab of the blade, the difference between life and death. It's just between the lights and the fire!

Yang Zaixing's big gun was in his hand, and the grip was already sticky and greasy, full of blood, and it was slippery in his hand. A gun probed and hit a Jurchen guard in the throat. He snatched two Jurchen guards on his side, and one of them threw his blade and went to hug Yang Zaixing's big gun. These battle-hardened Jurchen guards also understood that as long as this big gun was in hand, this young general in a bloody robe and white horse would be unstoppable!

At the beginning of the fight, the Jurchen Tartar method can only be said to kill Yang Zaixing in a daze, almost whimsical. Yang Zaixing's arms screamed slightly, and the body of the ash pole flicked up, relying on this Jurchen Tartar to grab it viciously, teasing him until dawn and not being able to catch half a hair on the body of the gun.

But after fighting until now, seeing the Jurchen Tartars coming to grab the blade with their bare hands, Yang Zaixing screamed with both arms, but for a while he found that his arms were sore. I used to travel with me, and the power that came when I talked about it couldn't be urged for a while!

Yang Zaixing's ability is definitely the best among martial artists in this era. He and Yue Fei's ancestral hometowns are average, Xiangzhou, Henan. From the end of the Tang Dynasty to the turbulent times of the Five Dynasties, this period was the focus of the war in the Central Plains. Emperors changed one after another, warlords came and went. The name of the strong army rises and falls here. Powerful armies rise here, and then fall here. Needless to say, the martial arts are extremely prosperous.

In Yang Zaixing Village, there is a king surnamed Zhuangke, it is said that he is the descendant of Wang Yanzhang of the iron gun, after Wang Yanzhang was defeated and died, the descendants of Xingxing, although there is a family heirloom method to boil the muscles and bones, the big gun method in the Wang family army is the first in the five generations. But the family motto is not allowed to go out of the official family again. The descendants of the Wang family abide by the family motto, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. Yang Zaixing's father and the Wang surnamed Zhuang Ke enlisted the river workers together, Bingling did not open these river workers to go down the river, the Wang surnamed Zhuang Ke got the cold and heat, and almost died, thanks to Yang Zaixing's father's care, he struggled for his life. After returning to his hometown, the Wang surnamed Zhuangke was grateful and passed on the family heirloom skills to Yang Zaixing.

Yang Zaixing was a young man, and he worked hard for several years and practiced big guns. When he grows up, his ability has far surpassed that of the king surnamed Zhuangke. The heroic place is only afraid that it is no less than Wang Tiegun, who fought with the strong army of Shatuo in Hedong back then!

With this ability, Yang Zaixing is a wild man again, and he has a bit of a funny spirit that can poke a hole in the sky. Thinking that he wanted to come out with his ability, Brother Bo was famous and rich, and his family couldn't control it. From recruiting Hebei warriors to turning into a Shenwu winning army. Whether it's a battle or a comparison in the army. Yang Zaixing is not only heroic and fierce, but also endured for a long time, and was born to be a pioneer in the army who rushed into the camp and captured the flag, and he had never seen him afraid of what it was like to be tired!

But today, for the first time, Yang Zaixing actually felt that his arms couldn't scream!

There is no other reason. It's tired, even if it's a character like Yang Zaixing!

Traveling in the heavy snow in the mountains is basically a forced march, and this body is already very expensive. Yang Zaixing is also a strong character, and he is still the first in everything, and he will not seize any time to rest and recover like an old pawn. Today's battle, from breaking the law camp to rushing to the south, and then turning to the banner of silver. Except for Yue Fei snatching a head in the end, Yang Zaixing has always been at the forefront like a mad tiger!

Although killing the Jurchen Tartars is like mowing grass, but in the real battle array, it looks like lightning and flint spinning and extinguishing the battle of life and death, and I really experience it, and I know how many people's energy and body are consumed every time I collide and fight! The Jurchen Tartars are skilled in equestrianism, powerful and heavy, and their combat skills are pure. Every thorn that flips down and puts down one is a huge consumption of energy!

The Song army, which was only 100 people, fought outside Yingzhou, from attacking the camp to the cavalry hedging. Wherever the horse passes, it is invincible. And the most elite direct leader of the Yinshu Ke Department was also exhausted. And up and down the Song army, even if Yang Zaixing is a god-killing god, he has fought to the point where it is difficult to continue!

The Jurchen Tartar grabbed Yang Zaixing's big gun, and Yang Zaixing roared angrily, the crotch of the unbelieving man pressed the horse, and his arms were weak, so he shouted from the roots of the martial arts!

The mountain root of the warrior is the waist. In battle, all of them used the luan belt to kill their waists thinly. The waist is strong, and the mountain can be moved. If the waist is weak, this battle will be over. Even if Yang Zaixing kills his arms and sweats, his back is still as stable as a mountain and he is straight!

This crotch, but I heard a wail from the war horse under the crotch, and fell to the ground with a bang. I couldn't eat it anymore, and Yang Zaixing pressed his crotch. This carried Yang Zaixing to repeatedly rush and kill, and broke through the formation of the high horse Liaodong war horse. The wool flakes were already damp, and the last bit of horsepower was squeezed out. And his body was scarred, and the blood was almost gone.

With a bang, a lot of snow and dust were splashed, and Yang Zaixing and his people and horses fell into the snow. This blood-robed and spear-robed young general finally stopped in front of Yinshuke! And the Jurchen guards who grabbed the barrel of the gun were also torn off their horses, and there were three Jurchen guards, roaring angrily at Yang Zaixing, raising their swords and guns together, about to end this young Nanren general who didn't know how many girls he had killed like mowing grass! (To be continued......)

PS: As soon as the state is not good, it is stuck for three days. Plus all sorts of things.

I'm still in a bad state today, so I'm holding on to some yards, and I hope I'll get this bird back as soon as possible.