As the killing sound was shouted, the village gate was pushed down, and the sound of iron hooves surged.

Niu Gao took the lead and charged forward. A Jurchen soldier who was fleeing in panic was smashed away by a mace from the tent. The tent collapsed in, and there was no one inside.

"Damn it, there is indeed an ambush," he cursed inwardly, and glanced around and saw that the number of people in this camp was much smaller.

The sound of whoosh flew in the air.

The general on the horse's back swung his mace to knock it off, and an arrow fell to the ground. He hurriedly turned the horse's head and roared: "Brothers, withdraw, the Jurchen dog thief is ready."

The more than a thousand horses that rushed into the scattered scattered were not very fast. At this time, when he heard the general order and the cavalry of the rear team began to go back directly. In the distance, Wanyan Zonghan, who was standing on the mail tower in the back, frowned and waved: "This southern general is alert and ordered Wu Shu to block the gate of the village and keep this group of Wu Chao cavalry."

The messenger stood at the highest point and raised his horns to blow. The surrounding tents were almost lifted up at the moment when the horns were blowing. The Jurchen soldiers who were ready to shouted and rushed out, and figures gathered together to form terrifying waves, blocking the road of the cavalry's advance.

A golden general came around at the gate of the camp with his troops. The other party was also tall and burly general blocked in the middle. He was hit by the opponent's helmet in chaos, and his face was also burning with pain. He was so scared that he hurriedly hid back.

The horse's hooves and soil slew, and someone jumped up to pull a Wuchao cavalry off the horse. The soldiers coming from behind cut the knights to death. More Wuchao cavalry in the front were surrounded by soldiers and drowned into the sea of ​​people who were advancing.

The other cavalry retreated still maintained their fighting will and did not panic and disperse because they were ambushed. Niu Gao led his personal soldiers to guard the camp's gatekeeper, a Jin general who was coming to retreat. He led the last cavalry to escape desperately.

The sky was dark, and the soldiers who lit the torch came over. Wanyan Wushu took the cloth silk and covered his face. The red blood stained the white silk. He grinned and then threw it away. He picked up the iron spear again: "Let's chase after you, don't let these Wu Chao people leave."

The messengers under his command had no time to inform the pursuit signal. Wanyan Wushu had already galloped rapidly with the five hundred elite cavalry in his hand, and the torch like a long snake spread out on the field.

With a look back in the woods, Gao Chong threw away the stone rubbing the spear head, removed the cover of the grass, turned over the horse, swept the tip of the spear out, rolled up the falling dead leaves, and behind him, more than a thousand knights were ready to go.

The leading general pointed a gun with a finger.

"Let these Jin people see the might of the Wu Dynasty"

Then, the horse's hooves stepped across the ground like thunder and rushed out of the woods.

In the Jurchen village, the craftsmen in the camp were repairing the broken and fallen gate. When the last Wuchao cavalry who had no time to withdraw was killed, the fighting camp gradually calmed down, and the old man commanding on the mail tower slowly came down.

"The general of this cavalry is good, but unfortunately he was not captured by the horse." Wanyan Zonghan walked in the camp, and soldiers kept saluting him, fearing him like a god.

"On the day, the child will capture the Southern Dynasty general for his father."

Wanyan Jin's marble was unable to go up to fight, and he felt a little depressed. He helped the old man back to his tent, "Just just saw Wu Shu leading his troops to chase him out, I wonder if there would be any danger."

Outside the tent, the weapons had already been sheathed, and the noisy sound gradually decreased. Zong Han smiled and asked the golden stalk to drag the boots off, lay down on the leather blanket, looking at the bracket on the top of the tent, "There is danger, but it cannot hurt his life. He is too arrogant and always has to suffer some losses to grow up."

Jinbang covered the old man with a blanket, and his rough face showed a look of admiration: "Just like a father who walked out of the sea of ​​corpses, he could be respected by everyone. Wu Shu is indeed too tender. Wu Chao's real trick is gone by his father's hands."

"It seems that you have read a lot of books from Wu Chao." The old man patted his back, "That's a good thing. Unfortunately, it's not like the hunted deer, but it's useful all over your body. Don't learn some bad things in the book, otherwise it's the same as Zong Gan."

Jinbian nodded, covered the old man with blanket and turned around and left.

Behind him, the old man suddenly muttered to himself: "False and real..."

Immediately, I opened my eyes wide and sat up.

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Wanyan Jinzi, who walked to the curtain, turned around and looked at his father: "What's wrong?"

"I've fallen into the trap!!"

The moment Wanyan Zonghan stood up from the blanket, the slight powder in the soil under his feet trembled, and the sound of horse hooves vaguely sounded. His face was solemn, and he quickly lifted the curtain. The horse hooves approached, and the faint sound of horse hooves turned into galloping like thunder, and the rumbling roar shocked the night birds to fly into the sky.

As soon as he rode, the bright red cloak rose in the dust, and the fast horse rushed forward and hit the gate that had just been upright and repaired.

"Ahhh" Amid the fierce roar, the tiger-headed heavy gun drew an arc in the air.

Bang

The wood chips exploded at the gate, and the craftsman who was repairing them fell down with the scattered wooden pillars. The four hooves of a war horse were crossing their sight, followed by the second and third... The tenth hooves fell and stomped his head, and the torrent of black armor broke into the Jurchen camp again.

"It's true that there is still a future." Wanyan Zonghan was not angry at this time, but instead admired the Wu Dynasty leader who had not yet been masked. "He ordered Yelu Chong and Yelu Chaoguang to go up and wipe them out, and the other generals spread to prevent the Jurchen Lang from being impacted."

Shortly after the golden marble was leaving with his fists, the rumbling horse hooves roared. The Wuchao cavalry charged forward was like a wave sweeping across the sea and directly hit the hasty Jin soldiers.

"Stay!!" On the war horse, Yelu Chaoguang waved his spear and rushed forward, and his long handles attacked each other in the dark, raising sparks.

In his fierce eyes, Gao Chong shot another shot. He brushed through the gap between the opponent's spear and inserted it into the chest guard. He raised his arms violently and picked up the opponent and his weapons from the horse's back.

"Crack them through!!"

The running Gao Chong threw away his dead body, and the cavalry following behind him crashed into the crowd. The spear pressed down made a series of puffs with impact. The corpse that was turned up seemed to be plowed by iron plows, and the corpses of the Jin soldiers who had not yet formed a formation were spread out under the horse's hooves.

Broken limbs, minced meat, red slurry and miserable shouts of people kept turning up under the horse's hooves, and the ground charging through the shocking red spread out in the direction the cavalry was chiseled past.

In front, the Jin cavalry began to sprint and detour. Yelu Chong took a deep breath and vomited it out again. After knowing that Yelu Chaoguang was killed, he no longer had an open fight with the other party and wanted to use the advantage of the cavalry to keep the other party completely.

Looking at the Wu Chao cavalry who was rushing forward, he tightened his weapons and a hoarse shout suddenly rang out. With a clapping horse's belly, the cavalry around him began to speed up.

"Don't be afraid! Follow me to charge." Gao Chong held the gun and his whole body arched.

The cavalry running in the front pushed the front line and then let out a heart-wrenching roar. The comrades behind him began to shout in unison one after another. More than a thousand cavalrymen roared desperately, their eyes were bloodshot.

"kill"

"kill"

The battle cry, the horse's hooves flip violently, and the armor leaves were shaking. Then, the iron cavalry spear on the first front line shortened to the extreme, and in a blink of an eye, they crashed into each other's team.

Gao Chong was the first to rush into the enemy formation. The tiger-headed spear swept left and right and fell off the horse. The cavalry that followed rushed straight into the enemy's cavalry crowd. As the guns were waving, blood flew, and the figure fell down. The war horses whinely and neighed to the ground.

As the side of the attack camp, the Wucha cavalry at this moment was extremely strong in fighting spirit, and even the dead cavalry hung on the back of the horse, as if they were charging forward. With dozens of breaths, hundreds of Jin cavalry were stabbed under the horse by these different Wucha cavalry.

In a moment, the horse team that had penetrated more than 2,000 people from the opponent broke through the blockade and went straight to the next camp. Often, the Jurchen soldiers who were intercepted in the middle were killed by Gao Chong, covered in blood, and then they were trampled by the horse team in the rear, leaving behind the trampled and rotten human body.

The camp of 70,000 people was torn and chiseled across several miles, and the lit tents formed a sea of ​​fire, reflecting the fierce Wuchao cavalry.

"I am the Beiwei Army"

"Golden Dog! Remember!!"

Wanyan Zonghan looked at the dust and smoke that had gone away and penetrated into the darkness. The flaming light reflected his gloomy face. He swung his cloak and said, "Get back five miles and get back to the village."
Chapter completed!