However, the next moment, the sneer on the corner of Jin Wushu's mouth froze.

But when they heard a loud shout, seven or eight Jin soldiers flew out upside down and smashed into the crowd, and the Jin soldiers who hit them flipped on their backs.

Han Zhen held a lance in both hands, standing proudly in the middle of the Jin army, forming a vacuum within a fan-shaped distance of eight feet in front of him.

"Scatter!"

At the same time, Lao Jiu, who was following closely behind, fell off his horse and immediately roared.

The cavalry in the rear immediately turned the direction of the war horse, took Han Zhen as the demarcation point, and rushed to both sides to prevent the war horse from colliding and trampling on him.

Although Lao Jiu was worried about Han Zhen, he was a veteran of a hundred battles after all, and he knew that the cavalry must not stop at this time.

Once stopped, more than 10,000 golden troops would instantly overwhelm them.

The best option is to continue to charge, split the Jin army's formation, and reduce Han Zhen's pressure.

In addition, there is another point, that is, they have absolute confidence in Han Zhen's force.

Lao Jiu never forgot that when he was in Songshan Ridge, Han Zhen chased and killed hundreds of bandits alone with an iron lance in one hand and a stone grinder in the other.

"Kill, !!"

After a short period of distraction, the Jin soldiers in front of them came again with guns.

Han Zhen pulled out an armor-piercing sword with his backhand and raised his hand to throw it.

Sou!

The armor-piercing sword shot out, piercing through three Jin soldiers in a row.

Han Zhen did not retreat but advanced, like a violent tiger descending the mountain, taking the initiative to rush into the crowd with a lance.

Lao Jiu's on-the-spot judgment helped Han Zhen a lot, and he only needed to concentrate on dealing with the Jin army in front of him now, and he didn't need to worry about the rear and the left and right sides.

Woooooo

Every time the iron lance was waved, there was a terrifying sound of breaking wind, and the golden army was like paper paste.

Whoever is swept by the lance of a horse is either killed or injured.

I saw him alone and with a lance, constantly chiseling towards the Chinese army.

Thousands of gold troops couldn't stop him in the slightest.

In just a short period of time, there were no less than seventy or eighty people in the Jin army who died under Han Zhen's iron lance.

Jin Wushu's expression was horrified, and a wave of fear could not suppress welling up in his heart.

"Is there really a person like Xiang Yu in the world?"

As a young faction of the Jin Kingdom, he has studied the culture of the Liao and Song dynasties since he was a child, and is familiar with the art of war in historical books, so he naturally knows Xiang Yu.

It's just that he used to scoff at it.

I think it's just an exaggeration by the Han historians.

No matter how strong the individual is, how can he single-handedly defeat the head of the enemy in thousands of troops.

But now, he believed.

Woo!

A four-foot-long lance swept out.

Five or six Jin soldiers who rushed in sprayed blood mist and were killed on the spot.

At this time, Han Zhen had completely killed his red eyes, and the murderous and brutal nature that was suppressed in his heart was vented like a flood.

Suddenly, a spear struck.

Han Zhen turned sideways slightly to dodge the shot, stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and pulled it hard.

The terrifying force made the Jin army staggered and was pulled closer.

Without waiting for Jin Jun to react, the punching bag's big fist slammed into his face.

Bang!

But hearing a muffled sound, Jin Jun flew upside down three or four meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

The iron surface worn on the face is sunken inward by a full two inches.

Hiss!

This scene made all the Jin soldiers feel terrified, and the steps that they originally planned to rush forward stopped one after another, with a look of horror on their faces.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

Han Zhen roared and rushed towards the Jin army with a lance again.

"Run, !!"

A Jin soldier was scared of being killed, so he dropped his weapon and turned around and ran.

The fleeing Jin army was like a stone thrown from the water of a quiet lake, and immediately caused a circle of ripples.

These Jin troops themselves are the Liao and Song Dynasty soldiers, how to talk about loyal warriors, the previous battles were completely based on a sharp spirit, and it is okay to fight a good battle, once the disadvantage will immediately expose the nature.

"Run!"

More and more Jin troops fled, which eventually led to a rout and a stampede.

The formation, which could barely be maintained, was chaotic in an instant.

Han Zhen's killing intent was surging at this moment, and he went straight to the Golden Vulture with a lance, and the Jin army in front of him, whether he was fighting or fleeing, was drawn head-on.

Looking at the scattered Jin army, Jin Wushu pulled out the steel knife at his waist, cut off the head of a deserter, and shouted: "Don't escape, those who escape from the battle will be killed!" ”

But his actions were completely useless.

Once the soldiers fled, it was like a flood that burst the levees, and it could not be stopped.

Feeling Han Zhen's murderous gaze, Jin Wushu couldn't help but shudder.

At this time, Han Zhen was less than a hundred steps away from him.

Although there were hundreds of Jin troops in the middle, these Jin troops had already broken and fled.

A Jurchen Mouke looked anxious and asked, "Wanhu, what should we do now?" ”

As a general, act decisively.

Especially at such a time of crisis, it is time to make a decision as early as possible whether to fight or flee.

"Let's go!"

After a slight hesitation, Jin Wushu gritted his teeth and spat out a word.

After that, Jin Wushu led more than 100 Jurchen tribes around him, and ran away on horseback.

As for the remaining scattered soldiers, he paid no attention to them.

A group of Liao and Song Dynasty troops surrendered, and if they died, they died, and the Jurchen tribe was the real foundation of the Jin State.

Seeing that the golden vulture was about to run, Han Zhen wanted to take the armor-piercing sword with his backhand, but found that the armor-piercing sword had already been used up.

He simply picked up a hooked scythe spear from the ground, and threw it in the direction of the golden vulture with a sharp force in his right arm.

The hook and sickle spear only flew out more than fifty steps, pierced a Jurchen cavalryman, and came out through his body.

The Jurchen cavalry let out a terrible scream and fell off their horses.

In the end, it is not as good as the armor-piercing sword.

The armor-piercing sword was specially made for him by the Engineering Institute, and the weight and length were already familiar with it, and it was easy to use.

This shot frightened Jin Wushu, and he saw that his face was flustered, and he raised his horsewhip and whipped the war horse under him, and galloped away.

Seeing this, Han Zhen was like a wild beast, running wildly.

The routs in front of them were knocked out of the way.

Coming to the unlucky Jurchen cavalry just now, Han Zhen turned over his horse and roared in his mouth: "Old Nine! ”

"The last general!"

Hearing Han Zhen's call, Lao Jiu immediately led a team of guards to rush over.

"Follow me to hunt down the enemy's commander!"

Han Zhen commanded, and as soon as his legs clamped the horse's belly, the war horse under him immediately shot out.

After following him for so long, Lao Jiu knew that he was killing the red eye at the moment, and he didn't persuade him, and immediately beckoned a hundred guards to follow.

Riding on a galloping warhorse, Jin Wushu gritted his teeth and said: "Today's enemy, I will be the ...... tomorrow."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves behind him.

Jin Wushu turned his head to look, but saw more than 100 Xuanjia cavalry, chasing and killing.

The leader is none other than Han Zhen!

Even if they were two or three hundred steps away, they could feel the killing intent in the other party's eyes.

Jin Wushu's expression changed greatly, and he couldn't care about the cruel words, and the horsewhip in his hand was frantically whipped on the war horse.

After galloping for a mile, a Jurchen cavalry suddenly came out from the flank, numbering more than a thousand, and it was the cavalry that had been sent to intercept the Qingzhou Iron Cavalry before.

"Hahaha!"

Jin Wushu suddenly turned his worries into joy, and looked up to the sky and laughed.

I saw that he slowed down his horse and prepared to turn around and cooperate with the 1,000 cavalry on the flanks to kill Han Zhen.

Han Zhen led a hundred personal guards, but instead of dodging or dodging, he formed a sharp arrow formation and killed the attacking Jurchen cavalry head-on.

"Boom!"

The cavalry collided together, and in an instant, two Jurchen cavalrymen were killed under the iron lance.

In a few breaths, the Qingzhou cavalry, with Han Zhen as the arrow, chiseled through the Jurchen cavalry.

After chiseling through the Jurchen cavalry, Han Zhen controlled the war horse under him and continued to kill the golden vultures.

"Run!"

The Golden Vulture that had originally slowed down the horse's speed was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body, raised his whip again, and whipped it fiercely towards the war horse.

Han Zhen's bravery made him completely frightened, and there was no longer the slightest intention to fight in his heart.

It's just this slowdown that has successfully shortened the distance between the two sides.

At this moment, Han Zhen was less than fifty steps away from the Golden Vulture Technique.

This distance is already quite close for the cavalry, and if there is a slight difference, it will be caught up in an instant, and at the same time, it will also enter the range of the three-stone hard bow.

Thundered!

The galloping sound of war horses echoed over the official road.

At this moment, there was an extremely strange scene on the official road.

Jin Wushu led a hundred cavalry in the front to flee, Han Zhen in the rear was in hot pursuit, and there were eight or nine hundred Jurchen cavalry in the rear.

The eight or nine hundred Jurchen cavalry hung far behind, looking like they had to chase, but they didn't dare to chase.

Han Zhen roared: "It's the Golden Vulture in the red robe, salvo!" ”

A group of guards took off their bows and arrows behind their backs and began to draw their bows and arrows.

Hearing this, the golden vulture in front hurriedly took out the dagger and cut off the red robe tied to his body.

Han Zhen shouted again: "The one with the red tassel on the helmet is the Golden Vulture Technique!" ”

Horrified, the golden vulture took off his helmet and threw it away.

"It's the Golden Vulture that doesn't wear a helmet!"

At this moment, there was no need for Han Zhen to remind him, the smooth bald scoop of the Golden Vulture was particularly conspicuous among the Jurchen cavalry, and the guards aimed their bows and arrows at the Golden Vulture one after another.

Swish!

A rain of arrows flew out and headed straight in the direction of the Golden Vulture.

With such a dense rain of arrows, there is no way to avoid it.

Dangdang!

There was a clanging sound in Jin Wushu's ears, and his back seemed to have been punched seven or eight times, and one of the arrows flew past his ear, bringing up a string of blood beads.

On the buttocks of the war horse, he was shot into a hedgehog.

After galloping for dozens of steps, the war horse finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground with a bang.

Jin Wushu fell and ate, and just struggled to get up, his chest suddenly cold.

Immediately after, a huge force lifted him high into the sky.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

The Golden Vulture tried to open his mouth wide, but he could only make an inaudible gasping sound.

The power in his body quickly dissipated, and a burst of coldness followed.

Han Zhen's war horse raised its front hooves high, he held the lance in one hand, pointing diagonally to the sky, and on the three-foot-long lance, hung the corpse of the golden vulture.

The scorching sun fell on his body, like a god of war!

"Vulture !!"

Seeing this scene, a group of Jurchen cavalry were stunned, but they didn't dare to stop.

Han Zhen slowly slowed down his equestrianism, and his flat tone was domineering: "Tell Yan Zongwang that he is next!" ”

One of the Jurchens, Mou Ke, spoke stiff Chinese and roared angrily: "Do you dare to leave your name? ”

Han Zhen raised his chin slightly: "Qingzhou Han Zhen!" ”

The Jurchen Mouke took a deep look, and then led his guards to gallop and disappear at the end of the official road.

"Back!"

Han Zhen waved his hand, turned the horse's head, and led a group of guards towards Tianjiazhai.

When the Jurchen cavalry, who were hanging far behind, saw it, they immediately scattered in fright.

"Hahaha, the Jurchen cavalry is nothing more than that!"

When Lao Jiu and the others saw it, they all looked up to the sky and laughed.

(End of chapter)