After the battle has reached now, there is no superfluous thought, only fighting.

The seed master waved his spear, or picked, or stabbed, or drawn, every move did not fail, and every move went down, a golden soldier fell off the horse. I don't know how long the battle lasted, and the seed master felt that his arm was numb, and his originally burly and powerful arm emitted a feeling of soreness and numbness.

The blood had already been scattered on the battle robe, like a hellish Shura, and the war horse under him was panting rapidly, when he was still carrying his master to continue the battle. Under the armor, sweat had already penetrated his underwear, and his head was dizzy, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

"I'm still old, seventy years old, and I'm already going to be in the coffin, but I'm old and not dead. This battle may be my last, and the horse leather will be shrouded in corpses. In a trance, the breeder thought of the ancestors of the previous generations of the breed family, guarding the frontier for the country, vaguely thinking of the situation of the horse aiding the horse leather shroud, the conquest of the Southern Barbarians, the vague thought of the situation of Li Guangnan's feudal marquis, and the vague thought of Huang Zhongding's army mountain and the situation of breaking Cao's army......

"Woo!" At this moment, the war horse under him let out a whimper, fell to the ground, and could not get up again. The continuous battle had exhausted too much of its strength, and coupled with the sword wounds on its body, it was already like a dilapidated leaky ship that was about to topple at any time.

At this moment, the war horse finally fell.

"Treading the snow!" The seed master felt a pain in his heart. The war horse is his second life, once fought together, took him with him in the snow, galloped across the field, repeatedly made war exploits, and was his closest partner, but now he has fallen. Before there was time to grieve, a spear stabbed and stabbed on the armor on the back, making a crisp sound.

Fortunately, the quality of the armor was good, and it resisted the spear's assassination, only leaving a huge mark on the armor without piercing. However, the huge concussive power still made the five organs of the Seed Master Dao shake, and he didn't have time to react, almost subconsciously, the spear in his hand shook and stabbed backwards.

"Poof!" The sound of the tip of the gun entering the flesh was heard, and the golden soldier fell to the ground and died.

"Kill!" Seed Master Dao waved his spear and slashed at the Jin army again.

In the family army, there is no example of cavalry and horses, and you can't fight. In the tradition of the breeders, there are conditions to fight, and there are no conditions to fight. Cavalry is called cavalry only if it has horses; Cavalry without horses is heavy infantry. Although he lost his war horse, he did not panic at all, wielding his spear and stabbing constantly, completely using himself as a heavy infantry.

And the soldiers of the surrounding breeders, watching the general fall off the horse, did not panic at all, and did not step forward to let the horse, as if they did not see it, and continued to fight. Because, this is a battlefield, a place where life and death are on the line, and there is no room for a trace of distraction.

The hearts of every breed warrior are cold, the battle situation has reached this situation, let the horse is redundant, let the horse's exercises, you can kill four or five enemies a long time ago.

………

"What a powerful breeder army!" Surprise flashed in the eyes of the Jin army general Heli, this Song army can be said to be the most tenacious Song army he has encountered.

He didn't know the art of war, but he knew the way of hunting. The tiger has great strength and speed, and can be called the king of all beasts. But this king of beasts is rarely tough, even if he catches a rabbit that is extremely weak, he lurks lightly and then attacks.

The way of the tiger lies in sneak attack, even though it is invincible.

This also made the river develop the habit of sneak attack.

In all the battles, Heli never waited for the enemy to arrange his troops properly, and then attacked, fighting head-on. Instead, he quietly touched the enemy, and when the enemy was negligent, when the sword had not been drawn, when the formation was still scattered, and when the spirit was the most lax, he shot blatantly, and crushed the enemy without leaving the enemy a chance to react. By the time the enemy reacted, he had already become a prisoner, a corpse.

In Han Chinese parlance, it is extremely unauthentic.

However, the river didn't care at all, the dead had no right to speak.

With this fighting style, he defeated one enemy after another, and hundreds of thousands of Liao troops fled everywhere like sheep. And he also became a sharp sword under the command of the second prince, and everywhere he went, enemies fell one by one.

Not long ago, the Song army's 100,000 troops defended the Yellow River, but he attacked by him and broke the Yellow River defense line in one day.

This time, I thought it would be an extremely simple thing to block the Seed Master Dao. But I didn't expect it to be a hard bone. The strength of the family army far exceeded his expectations.

The sons under his command easily tore apart the formation of the seed army, but did not achieve victory.

The seed army that was overwhelmed by the formation did not flee in panic like the Song army in the past, but responded calmly, with a cold and numb expression, as if it was a dead man, watching the robe fall and expressionless, watching the enemy fall and expressionless, it seemed that nothing could shake their minds.

The man is as dead as iron.

What kind of general is this, and only then can he cultivate an iron-blooded army.

Looking at the situation of the Jurchen sons and daughters falling, Heli's heart trembled.

"Blow the trumpet, retire!" The river gave orders, and the Jurchen soldiers around him immediately blew their horns.

The Jurchen warriors who fell into the fight immediately retreated slowly with unwillingness, getting rid of the situation of the melee. The Jurchens were all cavalry, the speed of the assault was fast, and the speed of retreat was also extremely fast, and in a few breaths, they got rid of the entanglement with the family army and ran towards the northwest.

The family army wants to chase and kill, but it is mostly infantry, with two legs, and it is almost impossible to chase after four legs. After a fierce battle, the cavalry of the Plantation Army suffered almost heavy losses, and the 3,000 cavalry was only a thousand people. These thousand horsemen go after and kill, which is no different from looking for death.

Looking at the retreating Jin Jun, the heart of the cultivator was full of grievances. Without strong cavalry, even if the enemy retreats, they will not be able to pursue, and it will be in vain to watch the great battle exploits disappear.

"The gold thief has finally retreated!"

"I'm tired!"

Looking at the exhausted soldiers who had retreated from the Jin army, they immediately felt like they were reincarnated. The cruelty of this great battle far exceeded their expectations, and the ferocity of the Jin army was terrifying. Thankfully, they survived.

"The Jin Army has finally retreated!" The seed master fell to the ground weakly, coughing in his mouth, and sighed secretly in his heart, he was still old, no better than young people, just after a fierce battle, he was exhausted and his strength was exhausted.

"Brother, the Jin army has retreated, let's attack quickly! As long as it is pursued, the Jin army will inevitably be defeated, and then it will be a great victory! The planter got off his horse and said excitedly.

"The battle has just begun, converge the ranks and count the numbers!" Seed Master Dao said with a melancholy face, "The Jin army is retreating, not a rout, beware of the Jin army attacking again!" ”

………

"General, why do you want to retreat!" Some Jurchen generals questioned.

Heli said: "Many people have already died, and more people will die if we continue to fight!" ”

Without extra words, the Jurchen warriors looked at each other and suddenly fell silent. In this battle, many familiar faces were lost, and the once familiar partners disappeared, sleeping forever on this land, never to wake up again. The wives of these partners will be widows, and their children will lose their fathers...... From now on, there will be an additional spiritual seat there.

But they had no choice, and in order to survive, they chose to fight; In order to live with dignity, they chose to fight.

They live between the white mountains and black waters, dreaming of having a land of their own, and then farming, hunting, raising children, old people. But all this is an extravagant hope, the snow in my hometown is getting heavier and heavier, the days of snow are getting longer and longer, and the prey is becoming more and more difficult to catch; And the crops that were cultivated did not yield well. In some difficult years, there was no food at home and had to endure hunger.

These are tolerable, and what is unbearable are the hateful Khitans, who always exchange inferior grain for large quantities of mink and ginseng; It is necessary to pay a large amount of tribute every year, completely ignoring the fact that the Jurchens have attracted the snow disaster; And the most hateful thing is that some Khitan lords always hunt and kill Jurchens on a large scale, as if they were hunting rabbits.

Finally, one day the leader Aguta couldn't help it anymore and attacked the Khitan masters.

And those Khitan lords have been defeated again and again, and finally even lost the national capital. reluctantly sued for peace, but the leader refused, until finally the Khitan completely surrendered, and those who did not surrender had already died. At that time, they understood a truth: if you want to have food, then fight; If you want to have a woman, then fight; If you want gold and silver, then fight; If you want to live a good life, then fight; If you want to have dignity, then fight!

As a result, fighting became the instinct of every Jurchen tribe, just like eating and drinking. You may die in battle, but your achievements will be left to future generations. Later, the Jurchen was dissatisfied with 10,000, and the reputation of being invincible also spread.

After a brief silence, the Jurchens suddenly shouted.

"General, we're going to kill those southerners!"

"Damn, I'm going to kill Bianliang!"

"In this battle, we have 5,000 iron horsemen, and 1,000 killed!" Heli said in a deep voice, "If you don't kill all such dog thieves today, you will not withdraw your troops!" ”

Thinking of the thousand Jurchen cavalry who died in battle, Heli's heart hurt, and the losses were too heavy.