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The leaves floated down, and then shook on the ground, boom, and countless horses' hooves bombarded the ground and stepped over the foothills and came northwest, heading straight for the north of Zezhou.

A corner was missing, and the half-dyed red flag greeted the wind - golden letters.

......

In the dusk, the outline of the mountain seemed lonely, and another group of cavalry winding along the mountain road, about a thousand people, were tired and difficult to march, and the snowflake-like war horses foamed at the mouth, panting, and made a few weak sounds, and fell to the ground with a bang.

“... Get up, leopard!!Let's keep walking!!"

The war horse twitched silently and weakly, the owner of the horse pulled the reins and wanted to drag it, the horse team in the rear stopped, someone turned over and dismounted and ran to the figure of dragging, and grabbed him and dragged him away, "Brother, my General Suo, the leopard is not good... It's dying. ”

The voice was almost roared with all his strength.

The hand that was originally holding the reins stiffened, and Suo Chao's face, which was stained with dark red blood, took a half step back, let go of his hand, and shook it in the air: "No... No... The leopard is too playful, let my brother whip it two times and it will get up, we still have to hurry, and we have to ...... I also have to go after the cavalry of Yan Lou's room... The big picture counts. ”

As soon as he spoke, the person next to him turned him around and raised his hand to fan him.

There was a snap in the woods.

Wei Dingguo's chest rose and fell, his helmet had long since disappeared, his hair was scattered and draped, his eyes were red, he pointed to the soldiers on horseback behind him, and spit flew out of his lips: "The big picture of the fart!! Tens of thousands of people have been defeated, and I don't know if Lao Shan withdrew from the battlefield with the rest of the people." Look at them, chase them all the way, it's been two days! No one has eaten a bite, and the horse hasn't drunk a sip of water, so if you chase them, you will let everyone follow you to death!!"

The rough big hand dragged Suo Chao's collar armor and yelled at him: "Are you worthy of your brothers? You are even sorry for your war horse!!"

Most of the horses were wounded, and some fell off their horses and died because of their injuries that were difficult to treat or missed the time for treatment. Wei Dingguo also has seven or eight knife wounds and gunshot wounds on his body, large and small, because of the wound medicine, he is lucky to survive until now, but most of the more soldiers are ordinary people, and when they really come here, they almost burn out their physical potential, and if they go down, I am afraid that no one will be spared death.

"General Wei....." Someone on horseback shouted, "...... We... We can stand it... I'm not afraid of death..."

"Yes, General Wei, it doesn't matter, as long as we hold off the cavalry in Yan Lou's room, we... I... We won the war. ”

“... Yesterday there was a fight, and I killed... Three... I avenged my father and mother, and I also counted my share, and I didn't complain if I died. ”

Wei Dingguo looked at them, and waved his hand: "Say what, hold a meeting!!Go to the front to see if there is any place to rest, and go to sleep." ”

After speaking, he stared at Suo Chao, who was silent, and turned around and led his war horse and limped away. Not long after they walked over, there was a faint cry in the silent forest, Wei Dingguo and many soldiers looked back, and some people had water stains oozing from the corners of their eyes, and they quietly wiped them away.

The silhouette of the tall figure over there covered his face and knelt beside the war horse, which belonged to a man's self-reproachful cry.

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On the battlefield of Zezhou, the light horses on their backs galloped wildly, and Wanyan Zonghan's personal guard battalion lined up side by side under the hillside, and with a bang, a large shield was erected one person high, like an iron-cast wall.

"Okay!!!Ben Shuai is waiting for you to kill-" The old man was dressed in gold, and his eyes exuded a long-lost ferocity, "Look who dies first!"

On the hillside, rows of bows and crossbows were erected, the grease of the arrows was ignited, and in the next second, the rockets burned in the dusk with the light of the fire, and flew into the sky densely.

Then, with a whoosh, it fell and was nailed to the ground, the galloping horse fell to the ground, the figure fell with an arrow, the flames spread all over the body along the leather armor, and the screaming and rolling figure was then trampled to death by the horse's hooves behind.

The rain of arrows of fire brings some chaos and death. Soon after, Gao Zhong poked out the heavy gun, the head of the gun against the shield at the moment, the sharp end squeaked out, with a series of sparks, the tip of the gun finally poked into the gap, drilled violently, he "ahhh

The head of the gun squeezed in.

The Jurchen behind the shield gritted his teeth and his whole body was tense, trying to squeeze the head of the gun out, someone came to help, and the iron gun was grabbed in an instant, the head of the gun turned and twisted, and blood gushed out, when the man screamed, the five fingers were twisted and hung on the palm, and the roots of Qi were strangled, and only the skin was still connected.

The shield finally flew into the sky, and the Jurchen soldier with the shield was staggered back by the tremendous force, but the iron spear came again, piercing directly through his mouth, and the tip of the spear poked out of the back of his neck, and blood gushed like a spring.

Thousands of light horsemen pushed up, it was a huge impact of bang bang, the knight of the back army jumped up from the horse at the moment when the war horse collided, drew a knife in the air, raised the shield was hit at the moment of relaxation, inserted it, and slashed at the Jurchens behind the shield, the degree of barbarism and ferocity did not belong to the Jurchen elite who invaded the south.

But at this time, it is not unreasonable for the Jurchens to become the strongest army in the world, after the shield wall was broken, the five thousand Jurchen guards drew their swords and spears and fought with the cavalry of the Wu Dynasty, stirring the battlefield into chaos.

The Wu Dynasty light cavalry that came up from the rear found that it was no longer suitable for charging, but fell into the mud, many people abandoned their horses and jumped down, rushing towards the handsome flag on the hillside, the number of people still dominated, the battlefield spread mightily, Gao Pet almost alone killed into the crowd, rushed to the hillside to kill, and then the one-eyed old man Shuai Battalion's personal guards overlapped and overturned, these walking ironclad guards and fierce people like tigers killed together, the tiger head gun continued to wave, the ding ding weapons exchanged, and the gun head continued to burst out sparks and blood in the pile。

People are walking, and corpses are falling.

Gao Pet gasped for breath, his vision was a little shaky to see that the handsome flag was close at hand, but the dense figures were separated by him, and he couldn't sprint over, and it was almost the limit.

The Law of Sighs -

Suddenly, the sound of horses came from afar, and a team of war horses appeared from the northwest direction, there were two or three thousand, and the fluttering Jurchen banner was particularly eye-catching.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ah Guituo shouted in surprise, with arrows stuck in his shoulders and back, he mustered up the spirit to withdraw from the entanglement, "Reinforcements have arrived-"

The sudden shouting cheered up the originally entangled cavalry. To the north, Niu Gao waved his iron shovel twice weakly on the front line of the fight, opened his mouth, and when he saw the reinforcements of the Jurchen iron horsemen, he shouted hoarsely: "Brothers, impact the Jurchen handsome flag, fight to the death!"

His mouth was full of blood.

The voice was unwilling to hover over the chaotic and divided battlefield. Under the banner of Wu Chaoshuai, Yue Fei closed his eyes almost in despair, and his clenched fist trembled in the air, and then drooped down.

"Re-xing... Let the brethren draw lots... If it's voluntary, it's better ......"

He made the decision to do so.

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In the remaining two phalanxes, some people came out crying, and some people proudly glanced at the crowd, standing in the open space where they were assembled, and the wine jar was moved, and the empty bowls in each of their hands were poured and spilled.

"Yue Fei, I'm sorry you ....." Yue Fei took the wine bowl and drank it full, "Drink to win!"

"Drink to win!"

The 1,000 foot soldiers who had been drawn or came voluntarily shouted in unison with their drinks, the spilled wine stains slipped from the corners of their mouths, and then they smashed the wine bowl to the ground, shattering it.

"Sacrifice to us, even the dead, to the ancestors and martyrs, to the ghosts and gods of China...... Once you die in this battle, you will wash away the shame of a hundred years...... I hope that the souls of all kings will return to their homeland. ”

The wind carried Yue Fei's low and dumb sacrificial words, and watched them run away with a decisive death.

"We are never afraid of death. ”