The sun gradually moved westward until it fell to the top of the mountain, covering the battlefield in front of Feiyuan Castle, which had already changed hands twice, in a darkness...

The road at the foot of the mountain controlled by Feiyuan Castle winds between the mountains and is divided into three groups, with access to the southwest, north and north. However, in the east, there is no way to pass the Hongguzhai village, so you need to go north and walk around.

Three military camps stand together in the road, which blocks the roads in these three directions.

In any defense and combat, as long as there are sufficient troops, three military camps stand in the road, Feiyuan Fort on the top of the mountain thinks it is a support. It is indeed difficult to attack and not fall.

But now, after the Jurchen army and horses were launched, the troops left near Feiyuan Fort were too few. They were attacked by Wei Dagong light troops. The Jurchen reinforcements continued. Wei Dagong's troops were not enough to use, and the lineup was far from stable. After a day of death, they lost the military camp at the foot of the mountain and could only use residual troops to guard the Feiyuan Fort on the top of the mountain, but they didn't know if they could wait for Yang Keshi's army to come to help!

In the night, the flames of Feiyuan Castle were extinguished, and no fighting sounds came. With the Jurchen troops and scarce attacking tools at this moment, they really couldn't take Feiyuan Castle in the end, but they were just besieged.

At the foot of the mountain, there were only a smell of blood after the fierce battle among the three jammed road intersections and the military camps that could be connected with each other.

The village, which was already quite hastily, was already crooked and small, revealing gaps of all sizes. The bodies of casualties and wounded soldiers on both sides were placed everywhere.

The Jurchen soldiers who came from the west and south were already exhausted. After finally capturing these three military camps before sunset, they set up a little warning. Many Jurchen soldiers found a place to fall and fell asleep. The sky fell and the thief was too worried.

In the past, the Jurchens had few soldiers. They had to fight harder, move more far-reachingly, and fight more fiercely before they could win. The opponents were often pulled by the Jurchen Iron Cavalry and their teams were chaotic, and they would collapse on their own, or they would be defeated after a little battle.

However, this time the war against the Southern Army, the Jurchen army took out the magic weapon for far-reaching maneuvering combat, which was quite smooth at the beginning. Tens of thousands of Southern Army suddenly broke off in the Weishui Valley. Then the team was in chaos and collapsed on its own. The Jurchen army, who had been rushing to attack in the heavy rain, thought that the lower part was nothing more than some final work. Who would have thought that more than 10,000 defeated troops came out of the net, causing the Jurchen army to return to make up for these loopholes. The raids were actually more difficult than fighting with the Khitan army before!

Who knows how these Southern Army soldiers have become so tough in their lives!

The two groups of troops joined together, and there were only four or five hundred Jurchen horses left in the military camp at the foot of the mountain. After most of them couldn't wait to rest, there were only one or two hundred Jurchen warriors on duty outside.

These 200 Jurchen warriors were either outside for the rover or supervised the Song people who fell back into their hands to restrain the bodies of the same clan and continued to repair the village defense. They were either far or near, but moved like wandering souls.

The people of the Song Dynasty suffered repeated changes throughout the day and night, and their movements were slow and dull. These extremely tired Jurchen warriors were so tired that they had no energy to show their usual tyrannical temperament and killed them at will, but just silently stared at the movements of the people of the ragged Song Dynasty.

There are two other fires burning. The weather is approaching the heat, and even the Jurchen army cannot place these corpses outside their village, otherwise the epidemic will rampant, and a combat-capable army will often be destroyed.

Whether it was the corpse of the Song army or the corpse of the Jurchen warriors, they were dragged into different fires by the people of the Song Dynasty and burned on the spot. In addition to the smell of blood, it also added an unpleasant smell.

The horse's hooves sounded, but a Jurchen general rode alone and was slacking off. It was Hun, a confidant of the Olu subordinates. Seeing him coming, a Jurchen general with tall cheekbones and messy hair quickly came out.

This military general was Mouke Wulien's subordinate of Pucha Wuli. He sent a group of troops to seize the military camp at the foot of the mountain, but it turned out to be a stalemate. Fortunately, Hun led the army and followed Pucha Wulien's troops, which cost a considerable price. After a day of bloody battle, he took these military camps.

Pucha Wulie's troops were tired from afar, and Zhehui's troops had been resting in Yifang for a long time. Whether it was manpower or horsepower, they were sufficient than Pucha Wulie's troops. They played a greater role in this battle to seize the village. Now most of the people on duty at the outside world are under Zhehui's troops.

So although Pucha Wulie and Olu are not very harmonious, Wu Ge must also look at Zhehun differently and will show twelve points of enthusiasm.

Brother Wu's eyes were covered with blood. He caught Zhehui and just asked: "Zhehui, what is the enemy situation in the Southern Army?"

Zhehui turned over and dismounted the horse, throwing the reins to the guards beside Brother Wu. Brother Wu also dismounted himself, but looked at Zhehui with red eyes.

Zhehui shook his head: "The Southern Army has no movement. Why can't Pucha Wulie survive and take charge of the overall situation?"

Brother Wu smiled bitterly, but he couldn't say something.

Under Zonghan's subordinates, Lou Shi was a great talent in command, second only to Lou Shi, and Silver Skill, who had already died in battle. But as a brave general, Pucha Wulie Xiang was the first in Xu Zonghan's command. He has always been arrogant and arrogant.

Last time, Yin Shuke attacked Loufan, Pucha Wulie only used a few troops to support him perfunctorily, and finally let Yin Shuke be defeated and died. As a result, Zong Han whipped hard and deprived several of his subordinates of the team. Pucha Wulie was deeply ashamed and said that he would take back his face no matter what.

That's why a few hundred troops divided their troops to capture Feiyuan Fort and the military camps under the fort. Now he is guarding the mountain tightly, saying that he will defeat Feiyuan Fort with his own hands!

Brother Wu went up the mountain and asked Pucha Wulie to go down the mountain to take charge of the overall situation. Feiyuan Fortress left troops to siege him. But Pucha Wulie was scolded with red eyes.

"…………Isn’t that guy Olu also sent his troops to come? It’s a blessing that this guy knew each other. Otherwise, he would have to fight with him in front of Zonghan! Reinforcements have arrived one after another, and he is still afraid that he can’t defend those bird villages? But are you a waste? If you are shaken at all, you will cut your head, so you will save yourself the effort!"

Brother Wu was sprayed with a stinky face by Pucha Wulie. He could only go down the mountain in shame. What other way could he do?

It’s just that if my noble family is like this, I really can’t speak out in front of the Olu tribe.

Zhehun was also an outstanding person brought out by Olu himself. The Jurchen general was even more transparent and distinct. He knew everything when he saw Brother Wu's embarrassed expression. He waved his hand and sighed: "The boys are really tired, where are the subsequent reinforcements? This is really a key point. Just using our little force is really not enough."

There was no more soldiers and soldiers in Olu. Now the only thing that could be counted on was the rest of the troops that were returning west to the rescue!

This time, the main force of the Western Route Army advanced very deeply to the west because it was seen that the west of the river was extremely empty after the Fuyan army was dispatched, and the portals of the Shaanxi routes were opened. They guarded the portals. None of them took the initiative to rescue the tens of thousands of Fuyan army.

Therefore, Zong Han decisively advanced westward with his main force, and focused on both sides of the Yellow River. After cleaning up the three prefectures of Fuyan and Hewai, he quickly crossed the river and threatened Yongxing's army to at least occupy the entire Fuyan Road.

Let’s not talk about how many troops Zong Han would draw back to the aid, but the entire main force came back to the aid and was so close to the west that he could not come back within a few days?

Pucha Wulie's troops, on the one hand, were relatively shallow to the west. On the other hand, in order to make meritorious and save face, Pucha Wulie drove his subordinates to do everything possible. Even if they were disconnected from each other, they had to come back as quickly as possible to participate in the war to destroy the remaining troops of the Fuyan army, rather than letting all the credit be made for Lou Shi.

Within at least one or two days, only Pucha Wulie's troops rushed back in scattered spots, and the other brigades of scattered Jurchen reinforcements were really no longer needed to be counted on!

Looking at Brother Wu's tired and helpless expression, Zhehui understood again. He also sighed heavily: "What kind of bird's matter! The previous southern army was vulnerable, so they went deeper and went deeper. Once the retreat was cut off, it collapsed. Who knew how he changed his appearance and rushed out of the Weishui River Valley! He also made us rush to make up for the leaks... The troops of the Southern King Yan in the east were attacking fiercely again... I really don't know what kind of tricks it was!"

Brother Wu looked south with a nervous expression and lowered his voice: "Will those Southern Army head north at night and attack here?"

In today's battle, when attacking the camp, we fought with the Southern Army in a bloody battle, and killed several in and out. The tenacious resistance of the Southern Army made Brother Wu unable to help but look at him with admiration. He could no longer look at him as a weak brigade.

Thinking of the fact that there were tens of thousands of such southern troops in the south, and there were only a few soldiers and few reinforcements, it would take time for the arrival of reinforcements. Even as a brave general under Pucha Wulie, Wu Ge couldn't help but be cautious.

However, Zhehui, as the command of Olu, dragged the Southern Army to advance east with only a few hundred cavalry, and still maintained enough psychological advantages at this moment. He smiled: "Those Southern Army are nothing great! Those who sent to rob Feiyuan Castle are naturally the elite among the elites. In the west of Yifang, tens of thousands of people were entangled by us! With Olu in charge of the overall situation, seeing how these Southern Army skills are not so easy to escape...... The men are so tired that they can rest for a day. When our Jurchen warriors recover and rely on this military camp, even if the Southern Army decisively cut off their tails and survive and come here to pounce here, are they still afraid that we can't defend it? They will always be wiped out under Feiyuan Castle!"

Zhehui's words made Brother Wu feel energetic. As a subordinate of Pucha Wulie, how could he let the subordinates of Olu underestimate it?

Although the troops of the Southern King Yan King were somewhat capable, they were still blocked by Olu to the east of the mountains. The defeated southern army to the west, although they struggled to death and rushed out of the Weishui Valley, they were also entangled by the weak forces of Olu, making the eastward journey extremely difficult. Even if an elite flying soldier seized Feiyuan Fort, it would have been snatched back by our Jurchen warriors, and only a few defeated soldiers left, huddled in Feiyuan Fort and survived, and they were about to be wiped out?

These southern troops are destined to collapse and be destroyed under the iron hoof of our Jurchen warriors. These southerners are destined to crawl in front of the Jurchen warriors' horses. The southerners are also destined to become the wealth of the descendants of the Jurchen tribe!

Brother Wu laughed: "Let these Southern Army come! Let us join forces with the army, let them die as much as they come!"

The two Jurchen Mouke looked at each other, and for a moment they felt that they were in the opposite direction and burst into laughter.

The people of the Song people around him looked over. The generals of the Jurchen soldiers naturally added three points of morale. However, the people of the Song people only glanced at the sad look and continued to focus on their respective work.

It fell into the hands of the Jurchens again, making them give up all hope.

Amid the laughter of Wu Ge and Zhehun, several Song people carefully lifted out a blood-stained corpse. The movements were so light that it seemed that the corpse was just asleep. If the movements were a little bigger, it would wake him up.

Both Wu Ge and Zhehun recognized the corpse.

It was here that the Southern Army defenders fought with the Jurchener Lang until the end! When they reached the extreme, they were in trouble, but they still held the flag in their left hand and waved the knife in their right hand. They fought hard. The Chinese-language shouts never stopped.

Later, the Jurchen warriors pushed forward the spear and stabbed him like a sieve, leaning on the village, and dying with his eyes wide open. In the end, more than a dozen spears were stabbed in, but not much blood was leaked!

Brother Wu and Zhehun both led their troops to the end. They were deeply impressed by the figure of the Southern Army general and immediately stopped the Song people's husbands.

He was stopped by two Jurchen Tartar generals. Although the Song people were very afraid, they first put the Song people down with slightest moves, and then fell to the ground. They crawled in the mud and did not dare to look up at all.

The body of the Song army general was Jiao Ting.

The armor on his body was broken, all of which were the gaps pierced by the spear, and there were more than ten places in all sizes. There were more than ten feather arrows still on his body.

The man in his thirties had wide eyes and was lying flat on the ground, as if he was quietly watching the night sky where he gave birth to him and raised him.

Brother Wu walked by and gently kicked his body. Jiao Ting's body turned around, lying on his side, looking south.

Zhehui shook his head: "This man is extremely powerful. He has six or seven lives as a Jurchen warrior in his hands! But respecting him as a man, there is no need to do anything. It's fine to burn a handful of ashes."

Brother Wu was brought out by Pucha Wulie. He was violent and smiled grimly: "How can it be so cheap? The warrior who died in our hands must leave something, otherwise how can he boast about our martial arts in front of his descendants in the future?"

While talking, he pulled out the sword from his waist, as if he wanted to cut off something from Jiao Ting to think that he had collected it!

Several Song people kneeling beside them, their hands tightly clenched into the ground, and their nails turned white.

We, the general of the Song Dynasty, took us back from the Jurchen Tartars and fought to the last moment. Do you not even let these dog Tartars go?

At this moment, a few ignition lights suddenly jumped in the south, and the sound of horse hooves came. Everyone who was numbly patrolling here was shocked. Even Brother Wu didn't care about swinging his knife, so he raised his head with Juehun and looked south.

The beating firelight was the patrol cavalry sent to the south. In the dark night, you could hear the urgent shouts of these patrol cavalry from afar!

"The Southern Army Brigade is coming, the Southern Army Brigade is coming!"

The shouting sound was shrill and hoarse, but there was indescribable panic!

The sound of horse hooves like thunder came from the night sky with their warning sounds. After the ignition of these patrolmen, you could vaguely see the sky in the south, faintly red. But you didn’t know how many people were rolling towards Feiyuan Castle like a torrent!

The iron flows like fire, sweeping north!

Brother Wu and Zhehun stared at the scene blankly.

What kind of southern army is this......... It was defeated in the Weishui Valley. However, these remnants could rush out of the dead and could not advance eastward. After that, there were pursuers, but they rolled northward, fighting for the Feiyuan Fort.

Where is the Olu who intercepts you? Where is the Loushi behind you?

Can you, the southern dogs, be able to stay dead with peace of mind? Can you, the southern dogs, be like the Khitans, just crawl at the feet of our Jurchens? Can you, the southern dogs, admit that you, the failure?

Why, why, why do you have to struggle so hard!

The endless killing of the South Dog!

The ground was full of burning, and the red night sky in the distance reflected in the enlarged pupils. At this moment, it seemed that the Song general who had already become a god had a smile on his face!

Just above the dark clouds that suddenly rolled up in the night sky, there seemed to be tens of thousands of men who died in the Weishui River Valley shouting loudly.

"Kill the Tartars! Bounce out!"

Jiao Ting, among the tens of thousands of clouds, was also shouting loudly!

Several Song people who knelt down at the feet of Wu Ge and Zhehun suddenly bounced up and rushed towards the two thick Jurchen generals with bare hands.

The shouts erupted from their chests, and they exploded in the ears of the two Jurchen generals like thunder.

"Kill the Tartars!"

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In the night, a brigade of two thousand cavalry was holding torches and running north!

Fu Yan defeated the army and walked north for more than ten miles under the cover of the horses and cavalry. After his family, the brothers tangled with the various soldiers and horses of the Jurchens. Finally, Yang Keshi's troops led the iron cavalry forward, tried their best, galloping north and struck away!
To be continued...