Wan Yanxue ran all the way and finally arrived at the northern front on the sixth day.

She almost only slept for an hour every day, and when Jin Wushu saw her, Wan Yanxue was already pale, and her body was even more shaky.

Even the man couldn't stand the rush along the way, and I really didn't know how Wan Yanxue survived

"Participate in the Lordship."

Except for the Golden Vultures, the 1,000 Jin Kingdom Praetorian Guards all knelt down to Wan Yan Xue. The existing Praetorian Guards of Jin Bing were all brought out by Wan Yanxue himself after Yue Fei broke through Shangjing.

Therefore, the Praetorian Guards have great respect for Wan Yanxue!

The soldiers of Mongolia and Western Liao watched this scene in disbelief, they did not expect that the commander of the Jin State was actually a woman.

"Get up, don't be polite."

Wan Yanxue waved her hand, she was about to die in the country, she didn't care about these for a long time.

Jin Wushu looked at Wan Yanxue coldly and said, "What are you doing here, did you come up with any strategy?" ”

"No, I'm here to die with you. I was born as a Jurchen person, and I will die with the Jurchen when I die. ”

Jin Wushu looked at Yan Xue, and his expression changed from cold to respectful. In fact, Wan Yanxue can not be used at all, and can hide in other places for the rest of his life.

But she came, as she said, to die.

Jin Wushu clenched his fists and said, "My lord." ”

This is the first time that Jin Wushu has called Lord Yan Xue, and it may also be the last.

"No need to be polite, tomorrow I will go to the battlefield in person and beat the drums for the soldiers of the three armies!"

On the seventh day,

The flag is waving in the wind. The armies of both sides have all been assembled, and they are all waiting for the orders of their respective commanders.

Liu Chan rode forward and said to the Song army behind him: "Five months of bloody battles, tens of thousands of soldiers have hated this, and today will finally divide the victory and defeat, are you afraid!" ”

"Don't be afraid!"

"We are running thousands of miles, fighting all the way, the court, the people, everyone is watching here. None of that, though, is the most important thing. It's not even my concern. What I want to say to you is that as long as we win this battle, we will be the strongest army in the world, and the Song army will be the strongest army in the world. ”

Liu Chan drew his knife and turned his horse forward.

All the Song troops drew their weapons in the same way, just waiting for Liu Chan's order.

Wan Yanxue stood on the prepared wooden frame and said to the Jin soldiers behind her: "Jurchen is the Jurchen of the strong, and the weak are not worthy of life." Everyone may die in this battle, but the dignity of the Jurchen must not be lost. Even if it is a battle to the point of a single soldier, no one can retreat. I'm going to beat the drums for the three armies here, guys, draw your sword! ”

The charge was instantaneous, and the horse's hooves were like thunder.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The drums of war sounded, and the speed of the charge began to pick up.

After several years of recuperation, the Jin army finally restored the establishment of the Tiefutu again, but unfortunately, after five months of bloody fighting, there were less than 500 Tiefutu left.

Jin Wushu took 500 Tiefutu as the front, the Mongolian Western Liao as the two wings, and the remaining 500 troops waited for the opportunity to move behind. The Golden Vulture wanted to use a triangular formation to cut through the Song army head-on with the front of the Iron Futu.

But the camp on the Song army's side is also similar to the Jin army, the Song army takes the Beiwei army as the front, and the Imperial Forest Army Han Jiajun as the two wings, which also wants to chisel through the Jin army.

The tip of the needle is against the wheat mang, and no one will give in.

The formation of the two sides is exactly the same, it depends on who has the stronger striker.

Hedged, people turned on their backs, blood gushed out, and the fallen corpses were trampled into flesh.

The result is a win-or-loser, but this kind of win-win and loser has the heaviest losses.

The drumming of the Song army and the drumming of the Jin army all echoed on the battlefield, stirring up the blood in the hearts of the soldiers and wiping down everyone's fear.

No one retreats, and whenever there is an opportunity, everyone rushes forward.

If there is no horse, use weapons, if there are no weapons, use teeth, and if there are no teeth, use heads.

Crazy, absolutely crazy.

But this kind of madness was finally defeated by absolute strength.

Because the Song army had three thousand men, yes, three thousand. The original structure of the Beiwei army was 5,000, and after the destruction of the Jin Kingdom, the war horses had a source and expanded to 6,000.

In this battle in the north, only 3,000 of the 6,000 Beiwei troops remained.

After the First World War, there were less than a hundred Jin soldiers left, and these 100 people didn't even have horses, but they held their swords tightly one by one, and stared at the Song army fiercely.

The Mongolian and Western Liao soldiers next to them were also waiting for the order of the Jin soldiers, and if the Jin soldiers did not surrender, they would not surrender either. The golden soldiers will fight to the death, and they will also fight to the death.

The Northland obeys only the commands of the strong.

At this time, Jin Wushu walked out of the crowd, and said to Liu Chan with a calm look in his eyes: "Zhao Gou, do you dare to fight me one-on-one?" Let's draw the end of our decisive battle for this one, do you dare! ”

Everyone looked at Liu Chan, Liu Chan raised his sword and dismounted, and his attitude was naturally self-evident.

So everyone consciously formed an encirclement, waiting for a fight to come.

"Okay, I should have killed you when I searched the mountains and seas, otherwise where would I be today."

Liu Chan looked at Jin Wushu suspiciously, completely unaware of what he was talking about.

But in the eyes of Jin Wushu, this doubt is simply despising him. The generals who fought against him, which one did not regard him as a mortal enemy.

What's more, searching the mountains and inspecting the sea is his greatest glory.

"Let's fight!" Jin Wushu shouted angrily, drew his sword and stabbed Liu Chan directly.

Liu Chan still used the two-handed sword that his father gave him, and with one sword block, the other sword stabbed at the Golden Vulture extremely quickly.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be stabbed if he was careless, but he was a golden vulture, and he didn't know how many lives and deaths he had experienced on the battlefield, so where would he be deceived by this little trick.

He shifted his body, and while he didn't dodge the sword completely, at least he didn't die instantly. He immediately swung his sword and slashed at Liu Chan's neck, which was even faster than Liu Chan's.

The Golden Vulture was obviously trying to kill Liu Chan with serious injuries, and if Liu Chan was stabbed, then he would die immediately.

Helpless, Liu Chan could only retreat. But this retreat gave the Golden Vulture a chance, and the Golden Vulture immediately swung his sword forward, and the sword momentum had already begun to form.

Attack, constant attack. Yue Fei, who watched every blow, was frightened, for fear that Liu Chan would accidentally have an accident.

Liu Chan is not dead now, and his body is full of blood.

At this moment, the Golden Vulture seized the opportunity and stabbed Liu Chan in the chest with a sword, Liu Chan couldn't dodge quickly, and could only be stabbed in the chest by the Golden Vulture.

But then, the Golden Vulture was stabbed in the chest by a piece.

It turned out that Liu Chan also used the method of the Golden Vulture Technique, and at the cost of serious injuries, the Golden Vulture was cut down here.

Your Golden Vulture is ready to die here, and so does he, Liu Chan.

At this moment, Jin Wushu's eyes lit up, as if he understood something, his head hung weakly on Liu Chan's shoulder, and he whispered a strange word: "It turns out that you are not..."

Zhao Gou's ability and guts couldn't be clearer, and the Zhao Gou in front of him is definitely not Zhao Gou.

"Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

When the soldiers saw Liu Chan kill the Golden Vulture, they shouted excitedly. And the momentum of the hundred golden soldiers was a little sluggish, but they still held their swords tightly and stared at Song Jun fiercely.

"Strike and destroy them." Seeing this, Yue Fei immediately spoke.

Everyone was about to charge, but Liu Chan stretched out his hand to stop them.

Liu Chan withdrew his sword and said to the remaining hundred golden soldiers: "I respect the strong the most in the Song Dynasty, and only the strong are worthy of living in this land." Although you are golden, I admire your courage. As long as you can defeat us one-on-one, I promise to let you live. ”

Yue Fei wanted to speak, but was stopped by Liu Chan's eyes.

Liu Chan looked at Song Jun again and said, "What I said just now is the same to you, come here with a hundred people and fight them one-on-one. Tell the world who is the strongest. ”

The Song army looked at each other and walked out with the same number of Song soldiers as the Jin soldiers.

Hatred broke out at this moment, whether it was Jin Bing or Song Bing, they all wanted to let each other die.

The fight of a hundred men is fast, the defeated are dead, and the victorious are alive.

In the end, there were only more than 40 Jin soldiers left, and the battle was ultimately won by the Song army. But it's also extremely difficult to win, but winning is winning.

However, what about the remaining forty or so golden soldiers.

Everyone looked at Liu Chan, did they really want to let them go?

Liu Chan said lightly: "Get out of the way and let them pass." ”

So the Song army consciously divided a road to the north and waited for the Jin soldiers to leave. Even though their eyes were full of hatred, they were still sticking to Liu Chan's orders.

The more than forty golden soldiers looked at each other, their eyes changed from hesitation to tenacity again, and they clutched their swords and refused to leave.

Liu Chan understood their thoughts, and Wan Yanxue also understood.

"Continue to send people and fight them one-on-one."

Wan Yanxue burst into tears, beating war drums, bleeding from her hands and tears from her eyes. The drums have been playing for a long time, and it is impossible for even a drummer to beat the drum for such a long time.

But the drums are still beating!

"Bang, bang, bang."

The sound of war drums echoed in the sky of the Northland, and the fate of the Jurchens came to an end. As the last Jurchen fell, all the Song troops fell silent, not knowing whether to be happy or what to do at this time.

"Order, bury everyone."

"Yes."

Yue Fei hugged his fists and agreed, and he was also impressed by Jin Jun's attitude.

Liu Chan rode forward and looked at the Mongolian and Western Liao soldiers who were surrounded and still standing.

He drew his sword and pointed it at them: "Kneel down or die!" ”

The soldiers of the Mongols and Western Liao immediately knelt down, and without the Jin soldiers, they no longer had the courage to fight. The reason why they have been able to survive until now is entirely because of the golden soldiers.

Even if there is still a golden soldier, they do not lack the courage to fight. They are born to be the auxiliaries of the strong, which is why even if the Jin soldiers bully them again, they are still tightly attached to the Jin soldiers.

It's a pity that now, there is not a single one.

The Jurchens here, there is only one woman left, constantly beating the drums of war. As if the drums of war did not stop, the Jurchens would not die.

Liu Chan waved his sword to the sky and roared loudly: "What is the strongest army in the world?" ”

"Song Jun!"