The Jurchens' attack was extremely fierce, but the resilience of the Ming army in front of them also exceeded their expectations.

Even under the attack of the Jurchens regardless of life and death, there were a large number of casualties, but their military formation still did not retreat, and they resisted the violent attack of the Jurchens to the death.

And the figure of the general of the Ming army appeared in the Jurchen array smartly, retreating with one blow, and every attack could take the life of a Jurchen warrior.

Zu Dashou in the rear kept his eyes on this side, and the jealousy in his eyes became even stronger when he saw Ye Qiu leading his soldiers to block the Jurchens.

At this time, a general beside him stepped forward and asked, "My lord, do you want to send someone to take back the left front, this Jurchen attack seems to have reached the limit?"

Zu Dashou looked at the fiercely fighting left wing with cold eyes, and then said lightly: "Since Ye Qiubu still has spare strength, the left wing will be handed over to them, and the reserve army needs to protect the Chinese army, what if the Jurchens are attacking the west?"

"Understood, sir. The general retreated, sighed in his heart, and thought secretly: "Brother Ye Qiu, I can only help you get here." ”

Ye Qiu has been in the army for four years and has not had no friends, but these people all have to rely on Zu Dashou to eat, unlike Ye Qiu and Feng Hu, who have their own forces behind them, so they don't dare to disobey Zu Dashou too much, so they can only beat the side drum.

Ye Qiu killed another Jurchen warrior, retreated into the formation, and glanced back, his gaze calm.

He had already guessed that Zu Dashou would not send someone to help him, and he was not surprised at all.

On the other side, on the right wing of the Ming army, Feng Hu listened to the report of the spies, and jumped like thunder, "Zu Dashou, this old dog, this is to kill my Ye brother, step on the horse!"

He wanted to lead his troops to help Brother Qiu now, but he couldn't, he knew that as soon as his right flank was loosened slightly, the vicious dogs bred by the Jurchens, the Mongols, would bite fiercely.

"Dog's ancestor, if something happens to Brother Qiu, Lao Tzu and you will not be finished!" Feng Hu glared viciously at the rear of the Chinese army.

In the rear of the Jurchens, Unag looked at his own army entangled with the Ming army's formation, and was not moved by the tragic casualties at all, but quickly turned his eyes to the Ming army.

"Prepare to attack, the leaf has been transferred. ”

"Yes!" a white-armored warrior behind him led the way.

After a while, a drum sounded.

The ranks of the Jurchen infantry began to move slowly forward.

"What?!"

Zu Dashou's complexion finally changed greatly.

Are these Jurchens idiots, they deliberately let Ye Qiu's kid's troops out, and if you don't eat such an obvious piece of fat, how can you really target my Chinese army!

"Special mother, is it a soft persimmon to be Lao Tzu?!" he was indignant in his heart, but alas, in the eyes of the Jurchens, he was still a soft persimmon.

In Unage's eyes, he would rather touch the thick Chinese army of Zu Dashou than face the demon named Ye Qiu.

The Ming army of the Chinese army saw the Jurchen array advancing, and there was a slight commotion, these ordinary soldiers could not be compared with Ye Qiu or even Feng Hu's subordinates in terms of elite, Zu Dashou's elite was his two thousand family members, this was his capital.

Zu Dashou looked at the advance of the Jurchens with a hideous face, and he stood on the horse with a stirrup, and his vision was very good, only to see rows of shields moving, some of which were painted with bright patterns of fierce beasts.

He held back a mouthful of saliva, moistened his dry throat, and the Ming generals behind him let out heavy breaths, they had been fighting with the Jurchens for a long time, and the fear of these barbarians had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Feng Hu on the right flank also saw the movement of the Chinese army, hesitated slightly in his heart, and said: "Prepare to attack, first crush the Mongols in front of you, and then aid the Chinese army." ”

Although he hated Zu Dashou deeply, it did not interfere with his overall situation.

He knew that if the Chinese army collapsed, the lone army of himself and Ye Qiu would not be able to make waves in the siege of the Jurchens, and the end would not be much better.

Moreover, with the bird nature of Zu Dashou that he knew, as long as the situation was less unfavorable, it was likely to lead his two thousand family members to escape, and he and Ye Qiu would still be unlucky at that time.

What a damn thing!

After this battle, I must let my father and the Ye family find a way to transfer me and Ye Qiu away, Lao Tzu would rather fight the exile army than cooperate with Zu Dashou.

The Jurchens' shield array slowly advanced to sixty paces, basically maintaining a neat line, the spears and broadswords in the back row were erected high, like a moving forest, and behind the line there were horseback garrisons (reserves), among which there was a small group of cavalrymen who were all dressed in silver-white armor, it was the most powerful Bayala among the Jurchens, these people were all veterans for many years, skilled in battle, well-equipped, and determined.

The men and horses followed the Chinese army, ready to charge at any moment, but most of them looked to the right, the left flank of the Ming army.

Because they were shocked to find that the army on their right flank could not be attacked, and in the face of a phalanx composed of only a thousand Ming troops, these guys were actually stopped from advancing!

"Why don't we attack that Ming army, that's the most elite unit of the Ming army, right?" asked a baba in confusion.

There were a few Bayalas in the team who had fought with Ye Qiu, and one of them heard the words: "Don't underestimate that Ming army, the general of the Ming army surnamed Ye is known as a god and a demon." ”

"Oh, that's that Ye Qiu?"

"Is this Ming man really that powerful?"

"Fake!"

"You must not underestimate this Ye Qiu, Master Unag was almost killed by him a year ago. Another Ba Ya who had personally experienced that battle spoke up.

He can still remember the god-like figure deeply, breaking through his own military formation like chopping waves, and each knife in his hand can take the life of a Bayala.

This is Ba Yala!

The strongest combat power of our Jurchens, each of them is a strong man who has experienced a hundred battles and killed countless people.

But he was killed by the young man like chopping melons and vegetables!

He admitted that he was scared at the time, but he still drove his horse towards the terrifying figure.

A knife!

With just one sword, his own was chopped off his horse.

That terrible power still makes him feel palpitations in his heart.

Fortunately, he dodged in time to avoid the end of his head being split, but there was a long knife mark on his chest.

This knife almost killed him, if it weren't for his strong body, he might not be able to survive it.

"Hehe, I don't believe how powerful a Ming boy can be, I must cut off his head with my own hands in this battle. ”

"What, this kid is mine, don't fight with me. ”

"Fart, that's my booty. ”

Bayala, who had never fought with Ye Qiu, didn't feel how powerful a Ming person could be, but regarded him as a prey.

The bajaras who had fought stopped talking, because they knew it was useless.

Didn't they think the same way before they fought with that Ye Qiu.