The first thing that Sichuan came into contact with the enemy was the Sichuan army's iconic ash pole spear, these special long weapons, with special use skills, ordinary people can't play at all.

At that time, the Sichuan soldiers were holding this weapon with the Mandarin Duck Formation of the Zhejiang soldiers, so that the Houjin Army suffered enough, and now, the ash pole spear is in the hands of a group of soldiers who have made up their minds to die, although it is no longer flexible, but the power has not diminished at all.

It's just a photo, and the Sichuan army brothers in the front row were all knocked out, their sternums were dented, and they didn't live at the moment.

However, the sacrifices of these Sichuan army brothers were not in vain, and each of their soldiers stabbed the ash pole spear they carried into the body of the Jurchen cavalry war horse that came from the hedge.

Blood instantly infected an entire front.

However, the battle is not over, the vitality of the war horse is not comparable to people, although there are some spear heads inserted in the body, but under the drive of the knight on the horse, as well as the eager fear and pain, the charge of the war horse continues.

And the soldiers of the second platoon of the Sichuan army, at this time, have also arrived.

The movements of the Sichuan troops in the front row were exactly the same, without the slightest wavering and hesitation, these Sichuan troops in the second row stabbed out the spears in their hands again.

The same horses neighed, and the same people were knocked away.

Although it seems that everyone's actions are different, Chen Xin feels that these people are one.

In Chen Xin's mind, there was even that kind of ghostly and neat picture.

Shaking his head to clear the messy picture from his mind, Chen Xin found that the charge of the Houjin army, blocked by the Sichuan infantry in the third round, had been stopped.

All the war horses of the Houjin Army were pierced through the vital point, galloped without moving, and fell to the ground.

However, the Sichuan army also paid an extremely heavy price for this.

It was almost a one-to-three, or even a one-to-four exchange ratio, that the cavalry of the Houjin army stopped charging and all the horses fell to the ground.

The blood stains on the ground, which were so thick that the snow could not cover them, gradually converged, forming a shallow river of blood in the place where the two sides were fighting.

Even Su Zhuang himself was hit by a sturdy war horse and retreated several steps, originally, he was running in the front and was the first row to charge, but just before receiving the enemy, several Sichuan army brothers around him rushed over, blocked in front of him, and relieved him.

If it weren't for those Sichuan Army brothers who blocked him a few times, I'm afraid that he would have died at this moment.

However, even if he didn't die, Su Zhuang might not be happy, which could be seen from the blood of Yin Hong exposed at the corner of his mouth, as well as his chest and abdomen panting violently, and his stumbling steps.

Although the scene was extremely cruel and tragic, the battle was not over yet, and the horses were planted, but the knights above, no, now, were the knights on the ground, and these enemies had not yet been killed.

Su Zhuang tried hard to get himself up with the spear of the ash rod, but the long barrel of the spear, in Su Zhuang's hands at this time, was a little disobedient, and the pole could not stand up.

Su Zhuang didn't give up, he let go of the spear casually, and with his right hand, which was bruised by the strong impact, he trembled and pulled out the war knife at his waist.

He used the war knife as a fulcrum again, and worked hard to support himself, and then, swaying, he took two steps ahead of the place where Huang Taiji had fallen, and then, with a weak leg, fell down again.

This time, Su Zhuang still did not give up, continued to repeat the previous actions, stood up leisurely, and continued to move forward.

Looking at this scene, there was silence for a while, Chen Xin did not shoot, and ordered his commandos to put down the rifles in their hands.

He turned over and dismounted, step by step, step by step, and came to Su Zhuang's side with heavy steps.

He didn't go to help the tough guy, but walked forward and cleared the obstacles along the way.

A Houjin soldier rushed over with a shout, and Chen Xin's personal guard knocked the man away from the flank with an arrow step, and killed the man with a short knife.

Another Houjin officer rushed over, and a heptagonal pyramid slashed past Chen Xin's side, making a hole in the face of the officer opposite.

Some of Gadame's tribal soldiers who did not have a guard mission silently dismounted and walked over.

Together, they cleared the obstacles on the road between the Sichuan army and Huang Taiji, but no one touched Huang Taiji.

There are many people and great power, and in this way, in just a few breaths, except for Huang Taiji and some Jurchen Baylor and ministers with names and surnames, all the active guards were wiped out, and even the corpses of war horses that were in the way on the ground were moved aside.

The commandos led by Chen Xin formed two human walls between Huang Taiji and Su Zhuang, and on the blood-stained flat road in the middle, Su Zhuang slowly moved towards the target.

Huang Taiji's face was miserable, but his tone still shouldn't have been in the past, "Chen Xin, as the head of a country, is this how you humiliate your opponent?" Do you let a general, a mere guerrilla, or a half-dead little guerrilla, to end up with my Huang Taiji's life? I, Huang Taiji, am also the Khan King of Dajin, and I shouldn't be treated like this. ”

Chen Xin silently looked back and looked at Huang Taiji.

At this moment, he didn't know what to say, he had been looking forward to it for so long, he had been chasing it for so long, he wanted this person's life with all his heart, to find a reasonable outlet for that depression that could not be vented.

However, when this person fell in front of him, powerless to resist, he had no desire to do it.

It didn't matter any pity, it wasn't that he didn't want to do it, it was just that, the emptiness, the feeling, after seeing this long-time enemy, he himself didn't have a trace of mood swings at all.

Chen Xin didn't know how to respond to Huang Taiji's words.

From the perspective of a ruler, Huang Taiji is right, if nothing else, just talk about Huang Taiji's identity, the supreme ruler of Houjin, should not die here quietly and quietly.

However, in addition to the identity of a ruler, Chen Xin is also a warrior, a warrior whose blood is still not cold, and who still has the desire to fight and a strong will to fight.

Chen Xin has a golden finger, and when he scanned Su Zhuang's body, he found that this person's physical state at this time was almost a dead person, and all functions were almost cut off.

However, even dragging such a remnant body, Su Zhuang still remembered it, and walked towards Huang Taiji, no matter how difficult it was, he did not stop moving.

Chen Xin's heart was touched very much.

At this time, Chen Xin, who was born in liberal arts, believed that no one could stop this man's actions at this time.

Therefore, he was silent about Huang Taiji's words.