In a moment, a hundred Jurchen sentry cavalry rushed to the front, and the centurion Yan Shulie, the leader of the centurion, looked at the three soldiers who were killed, and was immediately furious.

A chief vaguely recognized the back of the Song army soldier who was the leader, it seemed that it was the person who stabbed him yesterday, and the flame of hatred ignited in his heart.

"Mooke, let the lowly go and cut off their heads."

"Kill not one of them, kill them all!"

"Follow me!"

The Jurchen cavalry commander ordered his men to carry short spears, and he led his nine cavalrymen to urge the horses to gallop wildly, chasing after several Song soldiers who were fleeing.

Chen Qing led everyone into the woods, and hatred drove the Jurchen chief to lead his men to rush into the woods regardless of the pain, and chased after him.

A short spear' whoosh! The ground shot over Chen Qing's head and stuck in the big tree in front of him.

"Ahh The youngest Li Huan screamed.

He was pierced in the back by a short spear and nailed to the ground, and the Jurchen cavalry killed him like a lightning speed, and with a wave of the battle axe, Li Huan's head was chopped off, becoming the trophy of the Jurchen cavalry.

"Follow me!"

Chen Qing gritted his teeth and ran wildly, running through the woods in a zigzag pattern, throwing off the iron scale armor as he ran.

Li Huan's leather armor couldn't block the opponent's blow, and his iron scale armor couldn't block it, and it took physical strength to wear it on his body.

The three soldiers also followed Chen Qing to take off their armor and speed up their running.

Short spear' whoosh! Sou! "Shoot.

"Ahh

The tall and thin Hu Saburo was shot through the thigh with a short spear, 'Click! With a thud, the bones shattered, and he screamed and fell to the ground.

Chen Qing stopped, "Hu San, keep up!" ”

"My leg bone is broken, you run, I'll hold them back!"

Ten Jurchen cavalry arrived.

The other two Song soldiers, Liu Wu and Zhao Xiaoyi, ran back and ran away with Chen Qing.

"If you don't leave, you'll die here!"

Chen Qing turned back as he ran, and he watched as Hu San stabbed a war horse with a short spear, but was stabbed to death by several spears at the same time.

Chen Qing's eyes were red, and a sense of pathos of the same blood and nationality made him cry uncontrollably.

……….

The road was slippery in the rain, the woods were getting denser and denser, and the horses couldn't get up quickly, and the distance between the two sides had been about twenty or thirty paces.

After a short time, Chen Qing and two of his men ran to the foot of the mountain and climbed up the mountain along a small stream.

Chen Qing turned around, and he found that the other party had also abandoned his horse, like a group of wolves that refused to give up their prey, following closely behind him.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth and cursed, and at a glance, he found that there was a round pebble in the stream, which was two or three hundred catties.

"Stone this group of dogs, Liu Wu, Xiao Yi, come and help me!"

The three of them worked together to push this pebble weighing two or three hundred pounds out of the creek.

"One, two, three, push!"

Cobblestones tumble down the muddy mountain path.

As soon as the leader Jurchen Shi Chang looked up, he saw a big stone smashed head-on, with a whirring wind, and the momentum was amazing, so frightened that he turned over and rolled into the stream.

The Jurchen soldiers behind were unable to dodge, and three soldiers were hit by boulders one after another, killing two on the spot and seriously wounding the other.

The Jurchen Shi was furious, drew his sword and shouted a few times, and the remaining six Jurchen soldiers followed suit and roared, desperate to continue to climb upward.

Chen Qing secretly complained that instead of being scared away, these Jurchens were in high morale and in big trouble.

After a second look, there were no big pebbles in the creek.

"Let's go!"

The two soldiers followed Chen Qing and continued to climb the mountain.

After climbing for about half a mile, the stream disappeared, and a ravine appeared in front of it, about two zhang wide, and a tree trunk fell on the ravine as a temporary bridge.

The opportunity finally came, the three of them crossed the ravine from the trunk of the tree, and together they pulled the trunk off, and the thick trunk fell into the ravine dozens of feet deep.

The three of them turned around and were about to run, when Chen Qing suddenly saw a rotten tree trunk next to him.

He rolled his eyes and thought about it.

……….

Liu Wu and Zhao Xiaoyi both thought that Chen Qing was crazy, in case this rotten wood continued, wouldn't they fall into the tiger's mouth again?

But Chen Qing thinks that it will definitely break, and if it doesn't rain, maybe the wood fiber can still support it, but after a day and a night of rain, the rotten wood is already soaked, how can it still support the weight of two or three hundred catties?

Chen Qing was the Marquis of Yu, and the two soldiers could only obey.

After a short time, seven Jurchen soldiers came after him, and the leader stepped on the rotten wood, and actually rushed through the ravine, and the rotten wood only became bent.

Chen Qing, who was lying above, sank in his heart, was he really wrong? ”

Immediately afterwards, the three Jurchen soldiers rushed to the rotting wood at the same time, they made a mistake in their mindset, so many people have passed, there must be no problem with this piece of wood.

When the three of them ran halfway, the rotten wood finally broke, and the three Jurchen soldiers screamed and followed the rotten wood into a ravine more than 20 zhang deep, and fell to their deaths on the rocks on the spot.

The three Jurchen soldiers behind were so frightened that they stopped one after another, and they couldn't pass.

The Jurchen Shichang looked at the scene behind him in astonishment, but unexpectedly, a figure fell from the sky and threw him to the ground, Chen Qing held him down and punched him hard at the wound in the waist.

The Jurchen Shichang was in pain, screaming miserably, Chen Qing slammed with more than a dozen punches in a row, and the Jurchen Shichang fainted in pain.

The three Jurchen soldiers on the opposite side were furious, but there was nothing they could do, they climbed the mountain lightly, did not carry short spears, and watched as the leader was tied up and taken away by the three Song soldiers.

.........

After crossing the mountain, they came to the foot of the mountain on the north side, and rested by a small stream.

The Jurchen fell to the ground, gagged with rags, covered his eyes with strips of cloth, and tied his hands and feet behind his back.

Liu Wu and Zhao Xiaoyi didn't understand why Marquis Yu didn't slaughter this Jurchen cavalry with one sword, leaving a burden.

They really didn't understand that Chen Qing was still an anti-narcotics policeman a day ago, and he had just arrived in this dynasty, so he naturally still retained the thinking of his previous life.

Captives are worth much more than corpses.

Chen Qing sat by the creek and nibbled on dry cakes, fiddling with the bronze medal in his hand.

On one side of the bronze medal is written the words 'Huanqing Army', and on the back side is written the Marquis of Jiangyu.

The fallen general of the Song Army was really a Marquis of Yu and belonged to the Huanqing Army.

Chen Qing smiled bitterly, what is the name of this Wu Commander who borrowed the corpse to resurrect his soul? Where is home? Who else is in the house? He didn't know anything.

And the Yu Hou he pretended to be didn't know what his name was, and he didn't even know what he looked like.

Everything is confused, including the situation at hand.

In the fourth year of Jianyan, the battle of Huangtiandang had just ended, and the Jiangnan side should be relatively safe, and in the next few years, the entire Guanzhong and Hanzhong would repeatedly tug of war and fall into turmoil.

Chen Qing is not afraid of turmoil, as a special anti-narcotics policeman, he has been living in extreme danger over the years, repeatedly solving major cases, arresting countless vicious drug dealers, and was promoted to squadron leader in just three years.

The more complicated the situation and the more turbulent the situation, the more he can be like a fish in water, as if he was born for the troubled times, looking for hope and a way out in the troubled times.

Chen Qing shook his head, as if he had shaken off the distracting thoughts in his brain, what to do in the future He didn't want to think about it for the time being, he had to survive the tragic war first.

At this moment, a troop of cavalry turned around the bend in front, and there were twenty of them.

This group of cavalry came too suddenly, Chen Qing was taken aback and stood up.

"It's Song Jun!"

Liu Wu and Zhao Xiaoyi recognized each other and waved their hands to meet each other.

………..

This is a scout team of the Song army, led by a general named Li Jiang, a commander, who was ordered by the main general to go to investigate the situation of the enemy army.

Unexpectedly, he happened to meet Chen Qing and the others, and he actually captured a Jurchen sentry cavalry commander.

Li Jiang was overjoyed, with this Jurchen sentinel chief, they didn't have to go to the battlefield to take risks.

He immediately returned to the station with the crowd.

The hiding place of the Song army is about fifty miles away from the Fuping battlefield, and this area is the remnants of Qiaoshan Mountain, with hills and valleys.

Everyone rode along a small river, and Li Jiang pointed to a long hill in the distance and said, "After that hill, we will reach the Tibetan army valley." ”

"Wait!"

Chen Qing shouted, and everyone reined in their horses.

"Chen Yuhou, what happened?" Li Jiang asked puzzled.

Chen Qing pointed to a forest in the distance, his eyes sharp.

"The birds above the woods in front of you are frightened, and there is an abnormality in the woods!"

Li Jiang was taken aback, and hurriedly ordered: "Yang Wuchang, you take a few brothers to take a look." ”

"General Li, this will startle the snake and be escaped by them, it is better for me to go to the west to intercept it first!"

Li Jiang nodded, and sent ten of his men to follow Chen Qing to the west to intercept him, while he himself led another ten soldiers to line up and prepare for battle.

About thirty steps away from the woods, three cavalrymen suddenly rushed out from the west of the woods, and sure enough, they were Jurchen sentry cavalry, which happened to be intercepted by Chen Qing's army.

Chen Qing was full of hatred, roared, and stabbed with a spear, right in the middle of the horse's head of the cavalry.

The horse neighed miserably and fell to the ground, and the cavalry immediately threw out more than a kilometer.

"Tie him up!"

Chen Qing shouted an order and rushed towards another cavalryman.

This is also a sentry cavalry chief, shaved head, with a pigtail on each side, with a fierce appearance, the Jurchen Shi Chang laughed fiercely, and stabbed with a spear, Chen Qing picked up his spear, the two horses were together, and Chen Qing kicked the opponent's waist fiercely.

The Jurchen Shichang was extremely agile, turned over and hid under the horse's belly, took out a short spear, and stabbed Chen Qing's lower abdomen from the bottom of the horse's belly, and the spear was extremely fast.

Normally, the Song army might not be able to dodge this sneak attack, but Chen Qing has been trained by thousands of tempers, and his reaction is far beyond ordinary people, he suddenly lay back, and the opponent's short spear stabbed into the air.

Chen Qing no longer gave the Jurchen cavalry any chance, fought with his arms, and stabbed the horse in the belly with a spear.

'Poof! ’

The belly of the war horse was pierced, the sharp spear tip came out from the other side, and the bloody spear tip also pierced the opponent's head, and the Jurchen cavalry rolled on the ground with the horse.

The third sentry cavalry was also picked up by other Song soldiers and captured alive.