In the noisy and screaming night, the patrolling Jurchen soldiers were patrolling around the city wall. A team of about ten people passed by the foothills. A little later, they heard some sounds in the wind and stopped.

"Kill them!" someone roared on the foothills.

The Jurchen patrol cavalry responded very quickly, and they set up arrows on the back of the horse and shot them in the gap between the mountains and forests. Amid the sound of hundreds of running footsteps, several figures in the Jinyiwei were shot and fell to the ground while running. The remaining figures still ran downwards, and then rushed out of the gap between the trees. The moment they jumped, they raised their arms one after another. Short crossbows might not work in the long range, but they could easily penetrate the armor within seven or eight steps.

Whoosh swosh swosh

Dozens of crossbow arrows rushed into the opponent's team, a little bit tilted, or shot repeatedly on the same person, but in a short moment of confrontation, a few figures of the Jurchen patrol team were still caught.

Hundreds of Jinyiwei may have no effect on the military formation, but in this team-style competition, their attack power should not be underestimated. After landing, their bodies quickly approached the past. When the Jinyiwei, who had practiced the slashing sword technique, faced these Jurchen soldiers on horseback, rolled directly on the ground, cut off the horse's legs with one knife, and lifted more than ten Jurchens off the horse's horse's horse's back and killed them with a quick knife.

After only a few breaths of fighting, the sudden sneak attack took a huge advantage. Yang Zhi wiped the blade on the corpse's armor and looked at the city gate. Several cavalry had heard the movement and looked at this side. He opened his mouth and smiled, but unfortunately he couldn't see it with his mask. "The bigger the movement, the better it would be to lead Wanyan Xiyi."

After saying that, the knife in his hand suddenly swayed, and a jingle sounded, an arrow flew over and was knocked out. Someone suddenly fired the bow from the city gate, and dozens of Jurchen riders rushed over.

Yang Zhi raised his arm and took a step. The hundreds of Jinyiwei behind him were also stepping at the same time. He yelled: "Kill them!" and rushed out together. The gap in number was shortened, and the Jurchen cavalry came over. Both sides were sprinting. The moment they collided, the Jinyiwei was directly hit by the war horse, vomiting blood and flying in the air. Some were also pierced by the opponent's spear and then throwing it out.

During the sprint of the cavalry by the Jinyiwei, the Jurchens were knocked off the horse's back and cut off the horse's legs. The horse was still running. Then they rumbling to the ground and flipped a few times. The Jurchens on their back hit the bottom and smashed their foreheads, and they stopped moving.

On the other side, Yang Zhi was galloping with his blade facing outwards. When a Jurchen cavalry rushed over, he avoided the opponent's spearhead. The blade shaved the horse diagonally upward along the horse's neck. With a clamor, the flesh and blood rolled. The war horse and the Jurchen cavalry on his back were cut open by this knife, and fell to the ground and raised dust.

Yang Zhi moved his arm, uncovered the iron ghost face and threw it, spitting on the ground. A Jurchen soldier who landed on the ground raised his gun and kicked it out under the faint starlight, and slashed the spear head on his feet and pressed it on the ground. Then the man with a blue birthmark on his face slashed the opponent's chest several times, and waves of blood exploded on the Jurchen soldier. When the opponent fell down and stopped, he still couldn't help but chopped down two more knives, slashing the opponent's chest into a dent.

Around him, there were no Jurchens rushing over, and the 100-meter Jinyiwei lost more than ten people in the sprint of the opponent. Now the rest are more or less injured.

"They have shown us. Can you still hold on now?" Yang Zhi turned around and looked behind him, saying, but his feet walked towards the city gate.

On the other side of the city wall, more Jurchens came, and one of them seemed to be a general. The remaining Jinyiwei wiped the blood on his body and responded in unison, "If you persist, you must drag one down even if you die. Kill a few more! Avenge General Qin."

Yang Zhi took out a bamboo tube and threw it in his hand, "Old Qin almost pulled Wanyan Zonghan to bury him with him, but unfortunately Ling Zhen had too little inventory, otherwise he would have killed these golden dogs."

After saying that, he lit the lead, ran wildly, and threw himself at the Jurchen generals and hundreds of cavalrymen who rushed over from the city gate.

There was a loud bang.

The flames rushed up in the herd of war horses, and a war horse was knocked down to the ground and smashed gravel and dust. Many war horses were frightened and ran around with Jurchen cavalry. The Jin general was talking in Jurchen language, but he was probably asking his subordinates to control the horses.

Seeing that things were almost done, Yang Zhi began to retreat, turned around, and shouted in a low voice: "Run quickly and let them chase."

In the distance, about a dozen Jurchens chased after him first, but did not rush up first, and just hung behind him for a while. After a distance, he seemed to be observing something, and then he took out a sound arrow and shot it into the sky.

Then, at the corner of the official road, the sound of horse hooves rumbled, like raindrops hitting the earth, hundreds or even thousands of cavalrymen were running and rushing into their sight.

Yang Zhi shouted: "Run"

In Xinzhou City, the government office.

The elegant Wanyan Xiyi pushed open the door and stepped in. A trembling and shaking Wu Chao maid in the room was applying some plaster to the person on the couch to treat the trauma, and then wrapped it in a bandage. When the visitor stood in the room, he saw the other party waved her to retreat, and quickly cleaned up and left as if he ran away.

Wanyan Xiyi sat down beside the bed, looked at Zong Han who was wrapped tightly on his face, and said, "I have avenged you, Xinzhou has been slaughtered."

On the bed, Jianhan, who had a blind eye, struggled with a ferocious face for a few times, raised his face and rolled out a hoarse and crazy voice from his throat: "Not enough! Slaughter one city by one, and slaughter it to Bianliang, I want to make their emperor the same as me."

Wanyan Xiyi nodded and said OK. At the same time, a familiar explosion sounded outside, and then a guard outside pushed the door and came in: "Report to Marshal, there are people from Wuchao outside attacking the city gate."

"How many people?" Wanyan Xiyi did not get up, but asked calmly.

"There are not many people, about a hundred people. Now there are probably less than one hundred. General Tuguijiu has already chased him out."

Wanyan Xiyi waved his hand, "This is such a simple seduction plan, but the Wu Dynasty army's ability is only a little bit, so it should be fine. But we should still urge him to come back and not get entangled with the Wu Dynasty army. Our goal is the strong city of Taiyuan."

While they were talking, their cavalry had already chased after him, fleeing there, occasionally colliding and fighting, leaving behind a few corpses to escape into the mountains.

"Even rabbits in Wuchao people must catch them!" Tuguijiu screamed angrily on the horse's back, and then his vision became wider, as if he had reached the exit of this valley.

A subtle thing stopped there, and he subconsciously shrank his head and ran over.
Chapter completed!