At the beginning of dawn, the broken camps were galloping on the plains.

The bodies were spreading all over the mountains and fields, and the Wusheng Army was built into the army that had been withdrawn from Daming Mansion was broken. Each Jurchen cavalry with thousands of people was splitting the army from different directions, and then they collapsed one by one. Countless Wucha soldiers on the field ran away in panic, shouting in fear and wandering, and generals were commanding the troops to gather again to resist. Then the Jurchen cavalry came from behind, and people were constantly falling down, crushed their muscles and bones, and their heads were cut off by steel knives. From behind to front, they were blew up, and shocking waves were stirred up.

Whether it was hills, foothills, or fields, Jurchen cavalry swept across the south. Whether the Wuchao defeated soldiers hid in the mountains or ran across the river, they were all cleared out one by one and killed on the spot.

"Thirty-hundred thousand people were so brave that they were broken by the Jurchens in one go, and they were chased like cattle and sheep."

At the same time, a team of only about 5,000 people was moving in a hurry. In the misty morning light, Hao Siwen's vision extended little by little, and the bodies all over the mountains were lying, and he sighed in a low voice.

Beside him, Zhuhong immediately closed his eyes slightly, the Yanyue sword was hanging, his body trembled slightly, and his beautiful temples were floating under his chin, and his eyes opened: "No matter how much you say, it's useless. Three hundred thousand people were defeated, Bianliang was exposed to the Jurchens. It's useless to go back, so I'd just gather some of the defeated soldiers and make plans."

In the team of more than 5,000 people, many people were trembling and buzzing whispers spread. If Guan Sheng had not prepared to leave in advance that day, after the Jurchen attacked the camp, the Wu Dynasty army would have collapsed, and maybe they would have been dragged into it again. It would be difficult to tell whether a large-scale army could be organized at that time.

The team stayed and rested for a while and continued to move forward. Not long after, the sound of fighting came from the forest ahead. The birds circled over the sky and did not dare to fall into the forest.

A scout came back quickly and tied the reins, "Reported to General Guan, I found a Jurchen man fighting a soldier who had lost his team in the forest ahead."

"How many people are there?" Guan Sheng looked at the mountains and forests in the distance on the horse's back and vaguely saw some general outlines, "Explore again!" Then, he waved his hand: "Xuan Zan, take someone over and take a look."

After receiving the order there, he brought hundreds of people to follow the scouts. Soon he came back soon, "About a thousand Jurchens were encircling and suppressing the seven or eight hundred Wurui camp soldiers who were hiding in the forest."

Guan Sheng's more than 5,000 men were originally survived by the Jingdong Route Army when he attacked Liao, and then passed the Jurchens to the south. In terms of combat experience, he was much stronger than other Wu Dynasty troops. If he really wanted to fight in a dignified manner, he might not lose. Guan Sheng grabbed the Qinglong sword and hit the horse forward, and raised his blade violently: "Kill!"

More than 2,000 infantrymen in front drew out their steel knives, whispered and shouted hysterically, holding their shields and rushing towards the forests, teams of Wuchao infantry swung their swords and rushed in. The degree of tragic suddenly increased to a certain extent, and the soft soil was trampled up. When Xuan Zan entered the woods while running, he pulled his bow and quickly made a move to pull arrows and hit an arrow, shooting several arrows in succession.

Whoosh swosh swosh

A few faint sounds of arrows passing through the air, and several leaves were brought down. Several Jurchens in the forest shook violently and fell to the ground.

The moment the arrow shot out, Xuan Zan abandoned the bow, took a long knife from his back, and his toes were on the ground, and he jumped up, and through the gap between the trees, swung the knife down with a loud bang. The Jurchen soldier facing him reacted and raised his knife to block it. He staggered back by the huge force, and the tiger's mouth was numb. Xuan Zan directly slashed the knife and burst out the hole between the opponent's waist. Thick blood was sprayed out, and the Jurchen fell to the ground.

On the other side, a figure in a blue armored robe straddled a horse and directly crashed into the formation behind the Jurchens, after the horse's hooves killed a Jurchen soldier.

Raised his arms, and the Qinglong Yanyue Blade made a violent turn.

The sound of gold and iron breaking sounds were heard several times, and sparks kept flashing in the air. Rows of various weapons held high rarely blocked the huge force and speed of his sword.

The moment the sharp blade cut the weapon, Feng Han also cut bloody mouths on the necks of several Jurchens surrounding the semicircle. The blood bloomed almost at the same time, and his shaking body fell backwards.

Then, more than 2,000 Wucha soldiers on Jingdong Road hit the reef like a torrent. On one side were Jurchen soldiers who had been slaughtered for a long time, and on the other side were Wucha soldiers who had been trained for many years. After several large battles, the violent shouts of killing shook the woods. In a blink of an eye, the surroundings were full of killings, and the front line began to spread out uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a sound arrow passed through the dense branches and shot into the sky.

"It's time to leave!"

When Guan Sheng heard this, he quickly turned around and found Xuan Zan who was still fighting, and raised his hand, "I know everyone is holding a breath of anger in his heart, but he still wants to send an order to withdraw the troops. The reinforcements from the Jurchens are coming soon, and we will leave immediately with the rescued people."

More than half an hour after he finished speaking, a black line appeared on the skyline far away on the other side of the forest, sweeping over like waves. The rumbling sound of horse hooves made Guan Sheng frown.

The long beards flutter in the wind.

"My trouble is targeted." He sighed

The Yellow River was roaring. Wanyan Zongwang, who was standing in the horse, looked at the information in his hand and threw it out. The paper drifted away with the rising water vapor. He looked at the other side and waved his hand, "The whole army crossed the river! Some of the Wu Dynasty's jumping clowns, don't worry, just send a few more cavalry teams to clear them."

Not long after, Wanyan Aguda's army was about to arrive.

Shortly after the news of the defeat of the three troops guarding the capital in the north, Wanyan Zongwang's army began to prepare to cross the Yellow River.
Chapter completed!