"Quick, stop him!"

Wanyan Zongmin screamed in horror. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Jin cavalry in front of him turned around as fast as they could, in horror, and broke away from the ranks in confusion.

But almost at the same time, the demon-like figure, together with the huge green jar, crashed into the cavalry, and several heroic Jurchen warriors swung their maces like madness and smashed them, but before the mace fell, a yellow-green poisonous mist flooded their bodies, and then in the screaming warhorses, the cavalry with their hands covering their eyes on their backs rushed out desperately and crashed into the other cavalry, and the poisonous fog that spread made all the cavalry around them flee desperately.

Then the demon carried the huge poison jar and leisurely rushed to the other side of the entire cavalry ranks, where he searched for the general of the Jin army to shoot his head with the weapon in his other hand.

All the cavalry of the Jin Army fled at full speed.

But he ran faster on foot than those horses, and in the blink of an eye he rushed to the front of the cavalry, and shot bullets as fast as he could, easily shooting more than a dozen officers to the head, and then crashed into the marching cavalry as before, and those cavalrymen drew their bows in horror and shot arrows desperately, but these arrows were quickly bounced off both on him and on the jar, and with the dense feather arrows he crashed into the golden army again, and the terrifying poisonous mist instantly erupted from his hands. Then the orderly procession immediately collapsed, and the horses that had inhaled the poisonous mist fled the ranks desperately like tigers, galloping towards the barren grass and trees in the distance, and among the barren grass and trees, a group of Khitan and Han cavalry who had defected, like hungry wolves on a safari, waited for these scattered Jurchen soldiers, and then unceremoniously beheaded them.

Not only these people, but also the young farmers in the neighborhood were also waiting with all the weapons they could find.

This demon is only responsible for killing officers, and at the same time using poisonous mist to disperse the cavalry, and the scattered squad cavalry and those Jurchen cavalry who were smoked are handed over to these wolves who follow the safari to be responsible for solving, the scattered squad of Jurchen cavalry is responsible for those Khitan and Han cavalry, and the lone wounded soldiers are responsible for those farmers, they and the demon together form a hunting combination, and the target of the hunt is a full 10,000 of the most elite Jurchen warriors, if this is a dignified battlefield, These 10,000 Jurchen warriors could trample any of them under their feet, but now they could only flee in terror like a herd of besieged deer.

They can't fight back.

As soon as they formed a cavalry charge, the demons would crash into them and scatter them with a poisonous mist.

They can't escape the trap either.

Because neither the Khitan nor the Han cavalry were slower than them, and the demon was even faster than the war horses, and even the peasants could not get rid of it, and the land was full of people who hated them, and all the young men of the countryside and even the county town were flocking here like a carnival to join the ranks of hunting them.

At this moment, Wanyan Zongmin can be said to be the enemy.

And his army has actually collapsed, under the repeated impact of the demon, 10,000 Jurchen elites are scattered, everywhere there are small groups of cavalry desperately fleeing, and soon the Khitan and Han cavalry that follow them on the periphery will surround them, and the few who escape from the ascension may be cut off from their horses with hoes by the farmers who jump out of the grass, and then pick up everything on their bodies, and even cut off their heads and wait to receive the reward.

"King Xing!"

In this desperate atmosphere, Meng'an, a close confidant, looked at Wanyan Zongmin infinitely sadly and said.

Wanyan Zongmin did not answer.

At this time, the ninth son of Wanyan Aguta, the first famous general of the Jin Army to be killed after Wanyan Liang's usurpation in history, looked at the front expressionlessly, where the demon who defeated his huge army was also looking at him.

"Kill this demon!"

The fierce man raised his mace and roared, and slammed into it first, followed by hundreds of Jin soldiers swarming up.

Wanyan Zongmin closed his eyes.

He couldn't bear to see the tragic situation of the corpses of these cronies who followed him all over the world.

However......

The strange whistling sound didn't sound.

The terrifying poisonous mist didn't shoot out.

"This demon is not poisoned!"

Wanyan Zongmin's mind moved, looking at the demon who was still motionless, he subconsciously screamed.

And at the same time, the demon smiled at him.

The nearby Jin soldiers who were about to flee suddenly stopped, looking in disbelief at the cavalry who rushed towards the demon but did not encounter any attack, suddenly one of them let out an excited cheer, and then hurriedly turned his head to join the attack like crazy, and at the same time, all the Jin cavalry who heard this cheer turned their heads in disbelief and urged the war horses to come for reinforcements.

At this time, the fierce man finally rushed in front of the demon, and still did not see him shoot out of the poisonous mist, and roared excitedly, and smashed the mace in his hand straight down.

A green shadow suddenly met him, and the next moment he flew upside down.

"Ma, Lao Tzu will abuse you if he is not angry."

Yang Feng said disdainfully.

He ran out of bullets and gas, after all, none of these things were infinite, and what he needed to attack was ten thousand cavalry, and he was carrying only a minimum liquid LV tank of four hundred liters, not driving a tanker.

But that doesn't mean he can beat it.

At the same time, he carried the huge liquid canister weighing five hundred catties in both hands, like carrying a giant hammer, and smashed it on the nearest cavalryman, and the terrifying weight coupled with the speed at which he smashed it down instantly smashed the cavalryman and horse into a mess.

The next moment, he roared, wielding this behemoth that was one meter seven or eight long, more than 0.6 meters thick, with a wall thickness of three .8, and an extra bulletproof steel plate pasted outside, crashed straight into the Jin Army, and didn't care about any defense, anyway, the latter's weapons couldn't hurt him, so he just waved it like a madman and swept left and right. The weight of more than 500 catties is its deadly power, all the cavalry that was swept was all shattered, and the Jin army, which was originally ecstatic, was beaten again and wanted to cry without tears, and then remembered that this demon was actually the most famous for playing with a thousand-pound giant axe to play the battlefield meat grinder, and the cavalry who came to their senses quickly fled like crazy.

And he was like a rhinoceros with a rage, after crashing into countless cavalry, he rushed to Wanyan Zongmin's side at once.

After Yan Zongmin turned around and ran.

The liquid LV tank in Yang Feng's hand instantly smashed on his war horse with a fierce roar, this unlucky war horse neighed sadly, and was smashed by the terrifying power and softened its hind legs, and sat on the ground all of a sudden, Wanyan Zongmin on the horseback was immediately thrown backwards, and before he could land, a hand appeared on his neck, and then stuck his neck and slammed him to the ground.

Then Yang Feng simply broke his shoulder blades with two neat punches, and smashed his left and right knees with two feet, and then dragged Wanyan Zongmin, who had fainted in pain, towards the Bianhe River in the distance.

There, Princess Roujia was standing on the deck of the ship waiting for him.

A group of Jin Army cavalry in front of him still wanted to come to save their commander, but Yang Feng's eyes were so frightened that he immediately ran away.

"I'll give it to you!"

Yang Feng stood on the shore and threw Wanyan Zongmin onto the boat with all his might.

"Don't play to death, and don't play with your face!"

Then he added.

His niece, who had just recovered a little of her spirit, glanced at him coquettishly, and then dragged the hapless Wanyan Zongmin into the cabin like a fresh toy, as for how she played, it was not Yang Feng's concern, but Wanyan Zongmin really couldn't play to death, and he couldn't play with his face, because next he had to take this guy all the way to the exhibition, or scare the generals of the Song Army all the way, Wanyan Zongmin was also a veteran who had fought with the Song Army for a lifetime, and it is estimated that there are many people in the Song Army who know him, even this ninth prince, The supreme commander of the Jin army in Henan was captured by him, so the surrender of the Song generals was estimated more quickly.

His fame was only a little worse than that of the Golden Vultures.

After throwing Yan Zongmin as a gift to his dear niece, Yang Feng immediately returned to the battlefield.

At this time, the entire battlefield has completely turned into a chaotic battle, the Jin cavalry that he scattered with his anger, was surrounded by those Khitan and Han armies full of hatred on the battlefield everywhere, and then fiercely fought each other, and there were constantly small groups of Jin troops towards annihilation, of course, there were many who fled, but these routs did not have the courage to come back to the rescue, they were completely frightened. In the barren grass on the periphery of the battlefield, from time to time, you can see a group of peasants, who are holding hoes to drag the incapacitated Jin cavalry off their horses, and quickly rush up like spotted hyenas that have caught an antelope, tearing him clean in a very short time, leaving only a headless red corpse.

"This is the wall falling down and everyone pushing it!"

Yang Feng sighed with emotion, and then roared and crashed into the largest group of Jin Jun, and smashing the liquid LV tank was a smash.

The Khitan cavalry who were besieging the Jin army cheered, slashing and slashing frantically like a pill, poor Jin army of five hundred people, besieged by a monster and 1,500 Khitan cavalry, only supported for less than five minutes before the whole army was wiped out, when the last Jin cavalry was shot by Yang Feng and his horse, all the Khitan cavalry dismounted and bowed to their gods.

"Subordinates meet the king!"

The leader of the generals bowed and shouted.

"My subordinates meet the king."

Then everyone shouted.

"Get up, this king has never engaged in Min discrimination, and treats all those who are willing to join my Huaxia family equally, and Han Hu, the second town commander of this king, is your Khitan."

Yang Feng said with a warm smile.

"Xiao Rin swears allegiance to the king."

The general shouted.

"Swear allegiance to the king."

All the Khitan cavalry behind him shouted at the same time.