Chapter 731 is like the wind and blood

War is always cold-blooded and ruthless, the fierce and brutal Jurchen cavalry never dreamed that they would suffer a head-on attack from the Baigou River, the first few thousand cavalry were surrounded in the center, when the left wing soldiers and horses rushed to the rear, it was the front and back flanks that greeted Yan Zongbi. It was a bloody battle, and soon as the battle progressed, the two sides had gradually lost their tactics and were completely supported by their will. Although the soldiers and horses of the Seed Master Dao Department have an advantage, they can face the elite cavalry that has experienced a hundred battles, and it is impossible to swallow it in one bite. Frowning tightly, Wanyan Zongbi thought about what to do next, seeing that the battle situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to him, he had to think of a way, otherwise if the battle situation went on like this, it would definitely be a dead end for him to finish Yan Zongbi. Originally, I wanted to rely on the strong impact force, tear a hole, entangle with the army of the division and support until the reinforcements in the rear arrived, but I didn't expect that I would react quickly, and the kind of division would react faster, and I didn't even leave the reserve army, and directly staked all the left flanks up, almost in the blink of an eye, and some of the loose right wing formations became as stable as Mount Tai.

His eyes became colder and colder, and he clenched the silver spear, and Wanyan Zongbi's face was bloody, hideous and terrifying, "Ulsun, let all your people dismount, hack the war horse to death, and form a circle with corpses." ”

Suddenly, after hearing Yan Zongbi's order, Ulsun shuddered coldly, isn't the order of the fourth prince too scary, his own department is a team of 1,000 people, that is, nearly 2,000 war horses, just kill them like this? When he had doubts, he looked up and wanted to ask a few questions, but he was greeted by two cold eyes. Ulson had no choice but to say yes. With the word of Ulson's order spread throughout the department. Many Jurchen soldiers killed their beloved horses with grief and suspicion. Then the horses were hurriedly piled up. These Jurchen soldiers naturally hate Yan Zongbi, the knight has no war horse, it is equivalent to giving up his life, in the eyes of the Jurchens, the war horse is not only related to life, but also a kind of dignity, some people would rather die than get off the horse themselves. But the military order is like a mountain. Even if you doubt it, you have to do it according to the order, fortunately, Wanyan Zongbi has always been strict, when the soldiers placed the war horses on the periphery, the effect was quickly revealed, and the piles of war horse corpses were like a low wall, which not only blocked the Jurchen cavalry, but also blocked the approach of the army of the Seed Master.

Of course, it is impossible for a wall of war horses to besiege the city to defeat the Seed Master Dao, but Wan Yan Zongbi has never thought about defeating the Seed Master Dao. He was meant to delay, to delay until the moment when reinforcements from the rear arrived. The military talent of Wanyan Zongwang. He was extremely confident, as long as he delayed long enough, Wanyan Zongwang would definitely be able to swallow all the bones and flesh of the army of the Cultivator Dao.

Unusual tactics, unusual effects, the master Dao frowned, he didn't expect Yan Zongbi to be so crazy, for decades, when had he ever seen such a fierce person, with an order, he killed thousands of war horses, if it was someone else, it was estimated that he would not dare to think of it, but he did it after Yan Zongbi. Some people think that Wanyan Zongbi is a fool and killed the war horse, isn't it a self-defeating way? But the master doesn't think so, first of all, the effect of the wall composed of war horses is very obvious, and secondly, without war horses, many Jurchens have lost the heart to escape, and the rest can only be desperate.

Just as the Seed Master Dao thought, the Jurchens who had no thoughts not only did not shrink, but actually relied on a ruthless force to force back the army of the Seed Master Dao that surrounded the past, and then the encirclement not only did not shrink, but expanded more and more. At this point, the situation is getting more and more unfavorable, the Planter Dao stands on the gentle slope, the breeze blows, the bloody breeze blows the pale beard, his face is as heavy as water, and he can't see the slightest panic, "Ma Jue, let your people pounce, everyone pounce, you must swallow this Jurchen barbarian." ”

Ma Jue was stunned when he heard this, and said hurriedly, "No, old general, the last general has gone, what should you do?" Ma Jue's face is not very good-looking, now almost all the soldiers and horses have joined the fierce battle, his more than 1,000 people are the last unused soldiers and horses, his duty is to protect the handsome flag, if he also leaves, then the old general and the handsome flag on his head will be unguarded.

Ma Jue was worried, how did the master not know, he shook his head with a smile, raised his left arm, and shouted, "Go, go quickly, this is a mortal situation, this battle should promote the prestige of my Great Song Dynasty, and it will not be in vain for us to serve the country, so why leave a way to live?" ”

The inevitable situation, when there is no way back, under the desperate road, it may create a miracle of life, the white eyebrows of the planter are fluttering, it looks so majestic, Ma Jue knows the temperament of the planter, the old general decides, that is ten cows can't pull back, he burst into tears, clenched his sword and bent his knees to kowtow a few times to the planter's road, and said emotionally, "Old general, take care, the last general will go." ”

Ma Jue resolutely stepped on that line of thought, and behind him, there were more than a dozen lonely soldiers, and a beige flag waving in the wind. If heaven and earth have hearts, remember their names, and if the years are lovely, I wish to leave a few more memories.

Ma Jue came, the seed master Dao played the last card, Ma Jue was like a sharp knife, piercing the defense line that Yan Zongbi worked hard to manage, but it was already too late, just in the place where the remnant sun was like blood in the south, the rumbling sound was getting louder and louder, it was not a thunderstorm, but a Jurchen cavalry. The reinforcements of the Jurchens are coming, there is no need for any orders at this time, almost everyone knows what the next result is, in the face of the Jurchen cavalry, if you want to escape, that is, the sheep enter the tiger's mouth, kill, kill all the trapped Jurchens, and die to pull a cushion.

If the previous Song army was a warrior, then now these Song troops have become bloodthirsty beasts, they are not afraid of death and injury, but seek to lose both, in the face of a group of madmen, Wanyan Zongbi has no choice. On the contrary, when there was no way to survive before, the Jurchen warriors were not afraid of death, but when there was a way to live, they all had leeway, they didn't want to die so much, everyone had the instinct to survive, no matter how angry Yan Zongbi roared, it didn't work, and the crazy army of cultivators didn't care about the Jurchens behind them, they only knew how to rush forward. In this way, Yan Zongbi tragically found that he had fewer and fewer soldiers and horses. Getting weaker and weaker.

Crazy Ma Jue. The crazy Song army, their charge regardless of casualties, caused the greatest damage to the Jurchens, but after all, they couldn't change their fate, and the subsequent Jurchen reinforcements couldn't resist it at all. Ma Jue was already disheveled, like a demon, and his red eyes were always looking for his prey. That is Wanyan Zongbi, he smiled, as long as he killed Yan Zongbi, the brothers of the department would be worth dying, and there were more than 400 people around him, and the sword pointed at the Jurchen who was holding a silver spear, and roared angrily, "That's the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, brothers, take the head of Yan Xiaoer." I'll wait to laugh and kill! ”

The sound of killing shook the sky. Wailing all over the field, Wanyan Zongbi didn't want to die here, he could be defeated, but he shouldn't be defeated in a vicious battle, organized the last cavalry, he took the lead and rushed to the south, only by joining with reinforcements can he save this life. And in the south, Qi Erhan is also watching the whole battle situation, visually inspecting the battlefield, and soon he let the soldiers and horses responsible for the charge withdraw half, looking at this situation, the Han people don't care about life or death, and want to rescue the four princes unharmed, in addition to strength, a large part of it depends on luck, so the effect of pressing all the soldiers and horses is the same as dividing half of the soldiers and horses, and what he is thinking about now is how to make his credit greater, preferably big enough to resist the sin of watching the four princes die, and now, in this battlefield, only the old man can save him.

"Warriors, who will capture the flag with a certain general, kill the seed master, be promoted to the rank of thousand-commander, and ten beauties!" There was a roar, like a requiem, wave after wave of bull horns, and then a large number of cavalry pounced on the beige banner, and under the battle flag, the old man held up his sword and charged against the bloodthirsty wolves.

The last charge in his life, the charge of death, but he smiled at Jiuquan, an old man, what can he do? What about a dozen pro-soldiers? A rain of arrows flew by, leaving the war horse alone to find his master, and the majestic man fell, touching the hearts of countless people, and Qierhan laughed, but more people cried.

"Old general, old general" The sad voice shook for nine days, and countless sons reflexively chased after the man who fell off the horse, they no longer cared about the life or death of the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, compared with the old general, the four princes of the Jin Kingdom were a fart.

The feather arrow on his chest trembled, and the corner of his mouth coughed up blood, but he still stood up little by little, looking like he would fall down as soon as the wind blew, but he was as steady as a mountain, the sword was gone, and he held the big flag in both hands, and used all his strength to insert the flagpole into the soil. The cloudy gaze stared at the south, no remorse, no pain, and a free smile. His smile, like a spring breeze, adds a bit of color to this sky, while life is passing little by little. Served in the army at the age of more than ten years, traveled north and south, fought in all directions, he had a great reputation, did not fall into the glory of the family, but he lived a very hard life, he chose loyalty, loyalty made him see the devastation of life, the people are full of grievances, but the loyal and righteous people are difficult to change, and finally he sacrificed his life for loyalty, and he can also relieve the torment of a lifetime.

"The Great Song Dynasty, the Great Song Emperor, the First Emperor, the First Emperor, the First Emperor and the First Emperor are here"

There are no grandiose words, and the last cry in life, like nostalgia, does not sound tragic at all, but it is so moving. This cry is full of the helplessness of the planter's life, as well as his lifelong pursuit. He pursued the national prestige of the first emperor during his reign, and he longed for the wisdom and wisdom of the first emperor, but he could not help but be loyal to the emperor of the current dynasty, even if he knew that the king of Qin was more enlightened, even if he knew the relationship between the king of Qin and the first emperor.

The seed master died, and the old man who was in the northwest and carried half of the sky for decades for the Great Song Dynasty died, but he opened his dry eyes, but he did not fall.

Ma Jue was grief-stricken and painful, the steel knife cut through his shoulder, and he shouted hoarsely, "Old general, old general"

A group of crazy people, they want to avenge the cultivation of the Dao, in the face of a group of mortal people, the people who survive must be afraid, the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, began to tremble, and actually panicked, "Block this group of Han dogs, block them, rush quickly, rush over!" ”

Wanyan Zongbi was really afraid, he just couldn't understand why the soldiers and horses of the Cultivation Dao had such strong combat effectiveness, if the Song people were so heroic, why did the Great Song Dynasty fall to such a point? There are so many things I can't figure out, and I don't have time to think about them at this moment. Ma Jue is not afraid of death, but some things can not be done without fear of death, although he injured Yan Zongbi, but after all, he couldn't stop the reinforcements of the Jurchens, watching Yan Zongbi being surrounded by Jurchen reinforcements, there were blood and tears in his eyes, unwilling, really unwilling, death, I don't care at all, what I care about is that I can't pull a cushion for the old general.

The tragic battlefield, the icy wasteland, a silver-armored cavalry came from the north, looking at the broken Baigou River, and their hearts were extremely heavy. Zhao Yougong had mixed feelings in his heart, and he was in a hurry all the way, but it was still a little late, the way of the planter, the way of the planter, his character had never changed, even if he could take a step back to live, he still did not retreat, his loyalty wanted his life, and it also fulfilled his prestige. He didn't hate the farmer in his heart, this old man didn't want to get involved in the political struggle, he just wanted to be a pure soldier, abide by the promise of the farmer, and protect every inch of land for the Great Song Dynasty.

"In any case, recapture the corpse of the old general" In the face of the crazy Jurchen cavalry, Zhao Yougong issued an irrefutable order, the cultivation of the master is a pride, and he is the god of war admired by Zhao someone, and this pride should not be erased by the Jurchens.

In fact, there is no need for Zhao Yougong to order, several fierce generals are already angry, when the order is issued, 20,000 cavalry attack separately, the fierce ancient town cavalry, they originated in the desert Longmen, mysterious and bloodthirsty. When the ancient town cavalry appeared, everything became unpredictable, although the Jurchens were brave and brave, but they also did not have the courage to fight with the ancient town cavalry who rushed to the battlefield, on the battlefield, no one has been able to defeat the ancient town cavalry who attacked with all their might, their iron chain chain, their iron floating slaughter, will always be a nightmare.

Being able to save Wanyan Zongbi and killing the Seed Master Dao is already a great victory, Qi Erhan will not be stunned and come with the ancient town cavalry, looking at this posture, it is estimated that Zhao Yougong is coming in person, it is better to avoid the edge for the time being.

The Jurchens receded like a tide, leaving behind Ma Jue and a group of kneeling and crying people, Zhao Yougong turned over and dismounted, came to the beige flag, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar old man, for some reason, tears were already full of eyes, lifted the hem, and knelt down heavily. When Zhao Yougong knelt down, thousands of cavalry knelt down, "Send the old general"

"Send the old general"

Shouting in unison, the momentum can shake the sun and the moon, the seed master road has not fallen, he has stood proudly in the world all his life, Zhao Yougong, Yang Zaixing, Ma Jue, and the seed master carried the corpse of the seed master to the north together, the seed master road does not need to close his eyes, because he still has to open his eyes to see how the Yongding River will defeat the Jurchen and win the world by the Great Song Dingguo army.

The wind has never been heard, there is a voice that shocks Kyushu, he is a descendant of the family, and his loyalty is unparalleled!

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