After a fight, the Jurchen Rangers were slowly cleaning up the battlefield.∈♀♀ All the injured were rescued, and they stood aside, burned the wound with fire. Amid the heart-wrenching shouts of the injured, they hurriedly applied ointment, then wrapped them with blankets, placed them on the horse's back, and sent them towards Yifang City.

The injured person left behind by the Southern Army, the severely injured person, cut off his head with one knife. The trauma was slightly lighter and could see that he could live longer, so the two of them stood up and sent it to the place where Olu was.

On the battlefield, the last slander of the Southern Army knights was cursing, the lighter-injured knights struggling, mixed with the neighing of the injured horse. The firelight reflected the battlefield full of blood, and a chaotic scene.

A sudden melee at night, although the Southern Army was injured by more than 200 people, the Jurchen Armored Cavalry was damaged by no less than 100 people. This kind of head-on war was exactly what Olu wanted to avoid before Zonghan and Lou Shi army rushed back!

Therefore, Olu's face was as deep as water, standing a slightly higher place on the edge of the battlefield, with more than a dozen personal guards standing tall and low in front of him, with their faces as they were in the head coach, and they couldn't see much.

Amid the shouts of scolding, more than a dozen Jurchen soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield rushed over with seven injured people from the fallen South Army.

The seven people were suffering from injuries of different levels. Everyone was covered in blood, their pockets were knocked off and their hair was dispersed. Some people looked down and seemed to be unconscious, while others were struggling hard and cursing. The Jurchen soldiers held everyone tightly and kept hitting them with the back of their swords. The heavier the knock, the higher the scolding!

Olu glanced at the seven people coldly, pointing to six of them with dirty armor, messy beards and muddy faces, saying, "These are all cut!"

The Jurchens were immediately ordered to drag the six people away, press them to the ground, and then cut them down with a knife.

The six people just laughed out loud: "Dog Tartar, you won't kill all our Kansai men!"

As the blood splattered, six heads fell to the ground, still with their eyes wide open, stern and energetic.

Finally, there was a soldier with a cleaner on his body and his hair was slightly neat. He didn't look tired and haggard like Yang Keshi's troops turned deep and finally rushed out of the Weishui River Valley.

The soldier was not small in size, but now he was just hanging his head, pretending to be dizzy. Olu signaled slightly, and a Jurchen soldier pulled his hair and slapped him with a slap.

The soldier's mouth was immediately broken by the slap, and blood suddenly flowed out. He barely opened his eyes, his lips squirmed a few times, and he seemed to be too weak to speak.

Olu couldn't speak Chinese. He just signaled to a personal guard beside him, and the personal guard came forward and roared loudly in tough words: "Which noble man is you escorted by Nangou? If you say it, you will save your life and let you go wherever you want!"

The soldier stared at the Jurchen guard in a daze, his lips squirmed slightly again, as if he was about to say something, and the Jurchen guard couldn't help but come forward.

The soldiers who lost the Chuang Army suddenly shouted: "I wish I could kill the Tartars!"

Amid the roar, his arms were yelling, and the force rose from the root of the mountain. In a flash, the two Jurchen soldiers who were holding him tightly could no longer grasp it, so he broke free!

In the flash, the soldiers who had no time to grab the weapon, just rushed straight, pointed out a single fist, raised their knuckles, shaped like phoenix eyes, and hit the throat of the Jurchen guard who was good at Chinese!

With a crisp sound, the Jurchen guard's Adam's apple was crushed. He just covered his throat and could no longer inhale the air. In a blink of an eye, his face turned purple, and he was suffocating to death like this!

The two Jurchen soldiers reacted very quickly. Once they were broken free, they immediately had two long swords, stabbed them directly into the vital points of their backs, and stirred them up again. The Xiao Yan guard, who was born in the Yan King, could only stare at Wanyan Olu with wide eyes and stare at Wanyan Olu, and no longer have any more noise.

From beginning to end, he never let out a scream of pain!

Olu waved his hand resentfully: "Drag it away, chop it up!"

Several Jurchen guards snatched the guy whose Adam's apple was broken and shook his head at Olu. Before Olu could express anything, he suddenly saw the flames in the Song army camp in the distance disturbing again.

Olu no longer cared about his personal guards' life or death, waved his future mount, turned over his horse, and rushed forward. The personal guards hurriedly got on the horse and followed him, surrounded Olu and headed straight to the southern army camp, but grabbed the reins of Olu tightly, telling him not to get close to the range of the Southern Army's crossbow.

In the southern military camp, teams of cavalry drove out again, opened up the formation and set off a warning screen, but did not step forward. Behind each team of cavalry, there was a team of crossbowmen covering each other, and they cooperated to prevent conflicts from Olu's troops.

And there were at least one or two thousand infantrymen who raised fires toward their way, and they were heading towards the Weishui Valley! And these men and horses were also covered by a small number of cavalry.

More southern army cavalry were arranged in the camp, and the calls were endless. However, the pilot cavalry had already set off, covering the direction of the main force's advance, but it was pointing to the north!

The entire army came alive at once. Although they looked at the array postures they had, they were just to alternately cover each other and move slowly. Although they were steady, their speed was not much faster.

But the direction they were heading was north!

These southern troops are going north! But Lou Shi and Zonghan's army have not yet arrived! Feiyuan Fort in the north is still in his own hands!

In an instant, a layer of cold sweat oozed out from Olu's back.

Tens of thousands of southern troops were defeated and buried in the Weishui Valley. Normally, even if these more than 10,000 defeated troops escaped north, they would still be able to escape. The victory can be said to have been laid, and escaping thousands of them has nothing to do with the overall situation. But after this night, I don’t know why Olu had an ominous premonition.

If this southern army escapes, the victory laid by the Jurchen West Army may be about to be shaky!

Olu suddenly shouted: "Order all troops to bite this southern army! If they can drag them away one mile, it will be one mile! No matter what, you have to wait until the army of Lou Shi and Zonghan will return!"

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In Feiquan Castle, the fire still rose from the sky.

The burned building in the fort was really unable to extinguish the fire. There was only an unpleasant smell in the air.

In Feiyuan Castle, less than one Jurchen soldier from Puliyan was almost all buried in the sea of ​​fire. Nearly half of the mixed Hu Hu died and injured, some of them escaped, and some knelt down on the ground and begged for surrender. At this time, they were dragged out by the soldiers of the Song army and knelt down on the inside of the fort wall, and cut off their heads with one knife.

At this time, there must be no kindness of a woman, leaving such a source of turmoil in the fort. Look at the Han people imprisoned in the fort. I really can't raise any sympathy for these barbarians!

As Hu Yu cried and scolded, a headless corpse fell to the ground, with blood oozing.

The rescued Han people were surrounded by a bonfire and looked around in a panic. The soldiers of the Song army distributed food to them. They held it in their hands and were so confused that they dared not swallow it. Some people were stunned for a while, as if they had just realized that their family had been solved, and they immediately started crying.

After crying, these people rushed to the front of the corpses of the Hus without heads - the Jurchens and Tartars were burned to ashes, picked up stones and smashed them. They cried and scolded them. Soon, they smashed dozens of the Huss corpses into meat paste!

The soldiers of the Song army were just allowed to vent their anger, and their families were busy doing various tasks to consolidate the defense of Feiyuan Fort.

The most important thing is of course to snatch out the reserves in the fort. Tens of thousands of defeated troops rushed out of the Weishui River Valley, without much baggage. The arrows and crossbows brought with them could not even support a complete battle.

There is no doubt that Feiyuan Castle is a key point. It must be as long as possible to protect the army from passing through and finally cross the river through the river. Fighting in front of the battle, especially in a defensive battle, with bows and crossbows first. What kind of battle can you fight without arrows?

Fortunately, Feiyuan Fort is a key pass, and a large amount of military equipment is distributed every year according to the system. Although it has not drifted a lot, it has a lot of losses over the years. However, the warehouse is still piled up like mountains. After the Jurchens easily grabbed Feiyuan Fort, they were too lazy to deal with it. Now they are all back to the hands of the Song army.

The crossbow machines were brought out one by one, and the people were drawn to pick up some of the things that were still usable. The bundles of arrows and arrows were moved out and transported to the fort wall quickly.

The three abandoned military camps at the foot of the mountain were easily captured by more than 200 remaining troops on standby. Now they are quickly deploying personnel to take over the defense of the village. Fortunately, the Jurchen Tartars spent their energy on defense of the village. Although they were not perfect, they could at least be used to defend!

So many things to be done, which made Song Junjian, who rushed to attack and fought for another battle to capture the fort, so tired that he could hardly straighten his waist. Wei Dagong patrols back and forth and stares at everything, and no one could be lazy and idle. Everyone just hoped that they could finish all this early. Before the army arrived, everyone could sleep in the fort with a stable sleep, as long as they could close their eyes, it would be a hundred times stronger than holding their pink heads to eat wine in Guanxi vashes!

However, Wei Dagong did not see any lack of energy. He was patrolling the fort, then he went to the village at the foot of the mountain to command the arrangement, and finally turned back to the mountain, climbed up the fort wall and looked west, and then continued to move a few bundles of arrows.

Seeing that time passed quickly, it was the darkest time before dawn. Even the fire head in the fort gradually became lowered, barely illuminating the range of several meters. The rescued people fell asleep around the bonfire after being tired and excited. As for the soldiers of the Song army, they were already tired and moved numbly in the fort like wandering souls.

Wei Dagong walked up to the fort wall again and looked around with darkness. The insects and birds in the mountains seemed to be quiet at this moment.

A military general followed, and the military general took the initiative to ask for his appointment in front of Xiao Yan and followed Wei Dagong to take risks. Although he was not very familiar with him before, he has now become a friendship of a life-long relationship.

The general's eyes were red, his cheekbones were raised high, and his whole body seemed to be dispersed. He walked to Wei Dagong and smiled at him, "General Wei, should you let your men take a shift to rest? Take out the remaining troops of the Fuyan Army and Yang Keshi, and then grab the Feiyuan Fort. General Wei, your achievements have come to an end, so you don't have to be so tight. We have done everything we can. Let's see how quickly Yang Keshi will come..."

On the fort wall, the fire reflected a silhouette of Wei Dagong's figure. Wei Dagong pressed the half-decaying chassis with his hand, and was silent for a while before he spoke in a silence: "I'm afraid that Yang Keshi would not be willing to go north and leave thousands of lives, but I just tried my best to go east and meet with the King of Yan... But there was no time! But I don't know who it was, and I could tell Yang Keshi to go north earlier, otherwise it would be too late!"

The general was shocked and was about to speak when suddenly several sounds of breaking through the air sounded in front of him!

In the darkness dozens of steps away, I don’t know how many powerful bows suddenly shot arrows and shot at Wei Dagong and the general!

Wei Dagong suddenly turned sideways, and the feather arrow penetrated his cheek, and a blood mark suddenly appeared. The military general next to him was caught in an arrow in front of the door, without saying a word, and fell backwards down the fort wall!

In the darkness before dawn, a dense string sound suddenly sounded, and rows of arrows shot towards the castle wall illuminated by the fire!

At this moment, the question of when Yang Keshi went north was thrown out by Wei Dagong.

The Jurchen Tartars in the west are back! They are also doing the same thing and secretly attack the Feiyuan Castle! (To be continued, please search for the Astronomy of the Flying Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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