The sun gradually became dim, and the sun hangs down to burn the last afterglow.

The leaves floated down and then vibrated on the ground. Countless horse hooves hit the ground, stepped across the foothills and came northwest, and went straight toward the north of Zezhou.

A corner is missing, and the half-dyeed red flag is in the wind.

...

In the dusk, the outline of the mountain seemed lonely. Another group of cavalrymen walking on the winding mountain road, about a thousand people were marching tiredly and difficultly. The snow-like war horses were stammering, gasping for breath, and making a few weak sounds dull, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"…Get up quickly, leopard!! Let's keep going!!"

The war horse twitched silently and weakly. The horse owner pulled the reins and wanted to drag it. The horse team behind stopped. Someone turned over and ran to the dragging figure, hugging him and dragging him away, "Brother, my general Suo, the leopard is no longer able to do...it is almost dead."

The voice of his speech was almost roaring with all his strength.

The hand that was originally holding the reins froze, and Suo Chao's face was stained with dark red blood stains. He took a step back and let go, and shook his hand in the air: "No... No... the leopard is so cute. If you ask your brother to whip it, you will get up. We have to hurry up and... we have to chase the cavalry in Wanyan Loushi... The overall situation is the most important."

As soon as the words came out, the person beside him turned him over and raised his hand and slapped him over.

There was a bang in the forest.

Wei Dingguo's chest was undulating, his helmet was gone, his hair was scattered, his eyes were red, and he pointed at the soldiers riding on the horse behind him, and his saliva flew out of his lips: "The big picture!! Tens of thousands of people were beaten away, and I don't know if Lao Dan took the rest of the people out of the battlefield. Look at them, chase them all the way, for two days! People have never eaten a bite, and horses have never eaten a sip of water. If you chase them, everyone will follow you to die!!"

The rough big hand grabbed Suo Chao's collar armor and shouted at him: "Are you worthy of your brothers? You're even sorry for your war horses!!"

Most of the horse teams pointed at were wounds on their bodies, and some people fell off their horses and died because they were seriously injured or missed the time for treatment. Wei Dingguo had seven or eight sword wounds and gunshot wounds on all sizes. Because of the application of trauma medicine, it was lucky to hold on until now. However, most of the more soldiers were ordinary people. When they really got here, they almost burned out their physical potential. If they went on, they were afraid that no one would be spared from death.

"General Wei..." Someone spoke on the horse's back, "...we...we can stand it...we are not afraid of death..."

"Yes! General Wei, it doesn't matter. As long as we drag the cavalry of Wanyan Loushi, we... we... we will win this war."

"...I fought yesterday, and I killed...three...I avenged my father and mother, and even my share is included, and I won't blame me if I die."

Wei Dingguo looked at them, opened his hand and waved his hand: "What are you saying, have a conference!! Go ahead and see if there is any resting place, get out and have a nap."

After saying that, he stared at Suo Chao, who was silent, turned around and led his war horse and limped away. Not long after they walked over, a faint cry came from the silent forest. Wei Dingguo and many soldiers looked back and saw water stains oozing from the corners of some people's eyes, which were quietly wiped away.

The tall figure on the other side covered her face and knelt next to the war horse. It was the cry of a man who blamed himself.

...

On the battlefield in Zezhou, Beiwei Light Cavalry was galloping wildly, and Wanyan Zonghan's personal guard camp was lined up under the hillside. With a bang, a large shield that was tall was erected, like an iron-cast wall.

"Okay!! I am waiting for you to kill." The old man was wearing a golden color, and his single eyes showed a long-lost ferocity, "Let's see who dies first!"

On the hillside, rows of crossbows were set up, and the grease of the arrows was lit. The next second, the rockets burned in dusk with fire, flying into the sky densely.

Then, it fell down, nailed to the ground, and the running horse fell to the ground. The figure fell into an arrow, and the flames spread throughout the body along the leather armor. The figure screamed and rolled, and was then trampled to death by the horse's hooves behind it.

The fire's rain brought some chaos and death. Soon after, Gao Chong poked out his heavy gun. The tip of the gun hit the shield, and the sharp end slashed out horizontally, bringing out a series of sparks. The tip of the gun finally reached the gap. With a sudden drill, he roared fiercely.

The gun tip squeezed in.

The Jurchen behind the shield gritted his teeth and held it tightly, trying to squeeze the spear head out with force. Someone came to help. In the instant the iron spear head turned and blood gushed out. When the man screamed, his five fingers were twisted on his palm. The whole root was squeezing, and only the skin was connected.

The shield finally flew into the sky. The Jurchen soldier with the shield was shocked by the huge force and staggered back. However, the iron spear came back and penetrated directly from his mouth. The tip of the spear poked out of the back of his neck, and blood surged like a spring.

Thousands of light cavalry pushed up and there was a huge impact. The knights of Beiwei Army jumped up from the horse's back as soon as the war horse hit, drew their swords in the air, and when they were knocked down, they inserted them in, swung their swords at the Jurchens behind the shield, slashing at the Jurchens behind the shield. Their brutality and ferociousness did not belong to the Jurchen elites who invaded the south at the time.

But it is not unreasonable that the Jurchens could become the world's most powerful army at this time. After the shield wall was broken, five thousand Jurchen guards drew their swords and guns to fight with the Wu Dynasty cavalry, stirring the battlefield into chaos.

The Wuchao Light Cavalry, who came up from behind, found that it was no longer suitable for charge, but instead fell into mud. Many people abandoned their war horses and jumped down, rushed towards the handsome flag on the hillside, and the number of people still had the advantage. The battlefield was spreading vastly. Gao Chong almost broke into the crowd alone and rushed towards the hillside. Then the guards of the one-eyed old man's camp surrounded them over and over. These walking iron-armored guards were killed with fierce people like tigers. The tiger-headed spear was constantly waving, and the ding-ding weapons were fighting, and the spear heads kept bursting out sparks and blood from the crowd.

People were walking, and the bodies fell down one by one.

Gao Chong gasped heavily, his vision shaking, looking at the handsome flag that was so close to him, but the dense figures were separated by him, so he couldn't sprint through, and it was almost the limit.

Xilulu

The sudden horse Ming came from a distance, and there were two or three thousand war horses appearing from the northwest. The floating Jurchen flag was particularly eye-catching.

On the other side of the battlefield, Aguituo screamed in surprise. Arrows were inserted on his shoulders and his back, and he pulled out of the entanglement with all his energy. "Reinforcements arrived"

The sudden shouting cheered up the originally entangled cavalry team. In the north, Niu Gao waved his iron mace weakly on the front line of the battle and opened his mouth. When he saw the Jurchen iron cavalry coming from reinforcements, he shouted hoarsely: "Brothers, attack the Jurchen handsome flag, fight for life and death!"

The mouth was covered with blood foam.

The voice was unwilling to circling and chaotic, splitting the battlefield. Under Wu Chaoshuai, Yue Fei closed his eyes almost desperately, raised his fists in the air tremblingly, and then hung down.

"Go ahead... let the brothers draw lots... If you have voluntary, it's better..."

He made the decision.

…

Among the remaining two square formations, some people walked out crying, and some people proudly glanced at the crowd with their chests. They stood in the gathering open space. The wine jar was brought in, and the hollow bowls in each of them were poured out.

"Yue Fei is sorry to you..." Yue Fei drank the wine bowl with a full drink, "Drinking success!"

"Drinking!"

A thousand invaders who were pulled out or came voluntarily shouted in unison with their wine, and the pouring of wine stains slid from the corner of their mouths, and then they smashed the wine bowl to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"Salute to us, and even those who have died, to our ancestors and martyrs, and to the Chinese ghosts and gods... After death in this battle, we will wash away the shame of a hundred years... I hope that all the souls of you will return to your hometown."

The wind took Yue Fei's low and mute sacrifice to watch them run away with determination.
Chapter completed!