Malchi led the cavalry army clearly rushed up and broke into the main line of the rebels. But like a monster, the rebels opened their mouths and swallowed the three thousand golden soldiers in their stomachs and surrounded them at the front and back. From the front, the Rebels still put on a defensive look.
General Jin Jun shouted: "The end general is not afraid of death! The general said where to fight, the end general will be the first!" This word rang Morchi's ear like a big bell.
As soon as Malchi looked up, he saw the army flag of Xin Wang Yijun, which was embroidered with the big "Xin Wang" character, and the big flag that represented the whole army. Below the big 纛, is the little white-faced young prince of the Song Dynasty, who believes in Wang Zhao Zhen.
The letter king of the Song Dynasty! Unexpectedly, this guy really has a way to command the army! Sure enough, he is a resourceful person. Looking at the Xinwang banner on the opposite side, looking at the white-faced boy Gaopo. Moer Chihu's eyes burst out fiercely. He waved his wolf-fanged stick and roared: "My son-in-law, have you seen it? That is the Song Dynasty letter king Zhao Zhen! Come, follow me, I will take you to get Zhao Zhen's child Head!"
The soldiers around Morchi roared: "Kill the faith king Zhao Zhen!" The besieged golden cavalry yelled together: "Kill the faith king! Kill Zhao Zhen!"
Malchi took the lead, the mace slashed wildly, and slew forward. "Never let the Golden Dog approach the King of Letters!" The voices of thousands of people converge into one of the simplest goals.
Thinking that the most beloved King Qiansui was being threatened by General Golden Dog, all fears and hesitations were swept away. Facing a terrifying enemy, the rebel soldiers showed extraordinary courage. The soldiers of the rebel army screamed like a wild lion and pounced on Morchi and a group of golden cavalry.
"As long as you kill him, you can protect the King of Letters Qiansui!" With this belief, the soldiers charged one after another, "Kill the Golden Dog." The sound was louder than the wave, and the angry rebel soldiers. They rushed over, and the charging crowd was like a turbulent wave, holding various weapons and charging towards Malchi.
Facing the enemies that are surging like a colony of ants, even with Morchi's tyranny, he can't help but frown. Malchi's dancing was impervious to wind and rain, and the bloody wind was revealed under his mace.
The leader of the battalion, Sun Zhenjian, was smashed into his helmet by Morchi's great stick in an instant, shattering his head. But this can't affect the momentum of the rebel soldiers' charge in the slightest.
A terrible life-sweeping hell rift was set off centered on Morchi's, and the men and horses on both sides desperately squeezed and killed like a whirlpool. What tactics and what martial arts were all thrown aside by the soldiers of the Rebel army at this moment.
At this moment, there was only one thought in their minds: "Our king is under threat! Never let the Golden Dog and Titans approach him!" The soldiers of the rebels rushed up against Morchi's mace without hesitation. They are no longer seeking to kill the enemy, nor to pursue military merits, but to use flesh and blood to block the advance of the Jin Jun's fierce general Morchi, and to fight for the time to escape for the believer!
Thousands of people in the army were desperately calling: "Believe the King Thousand-year-old, get away! Master commander, get away!" The rebel soldiers rushed towards Morchi's spears and spears. Malchi also felt unable to parry. Although the mace in his hand is still sharp, the enemy rushes in waves like this, endlessly and desperately. Not to mention anything else, just physical strength was exhausted. At this time, Morchi began to ride forward with difficulty swinging his mace.
The screams of the dead were everywhere on the battlefield. At this time, the dead continued and the wounded were endless, but desperately.
A flash of lightning flew by in an instant, and Malchi felt his chest torn apart. "Puff!" With a sound, a throwing spear pierced Morchi's chest. Morchi saw that the flying spear in front of him stabbed him, it was Zhao Zhen, the letter king of Song Dynasty. He vomited blood, pointed the rebels on the opposite side, and immediately fell down.
The remaining rebels began to hack and kill the remaining Golden Cavalry. The Golden Cavalry was quickly assassinated, and several generals also surrendered.
Wan Yanzhen's old eyes closed slightly, and everything in front of him was enough to prove that it was not that there were no talents in the Song Dynasty royal family, but that the talents were buried.
Long ago, Xiao Qian, Pu Jianu, and others who had been defeated in the war touted how powerful and powerful Xin Wang was, Wan Yanzhen always felt that there was something tricky in it. If that believer in the king is really capable, why does Song Jun always fail and the entire family is captured by them? Now that I see it, I understand it. This Song Dynasty believer Zhao Zhen is a really talented person. Just looking at his formation, one can tell.
However, no matter how powerful Shin Wang Zhao Zhen is, he must defeat him. Defend his Weizhou in a comprehensive and stable manner. So this battle is crucial! Can only win but not defeat!
Seeing the three thousand cavalry surrounded by the rebels, Wan Yanzhen's eyes widened. He already knew that the letter king Zhao Zhen on the opposite side was an expert in formation. Because the opposing rebels had already arranged a very powerful formation, once his main force was used, it would become a tug of war back and forth. This kind of battle is not easy to say about the outcome, but it will greatly consume each other's forces.
Since the Song people resisted the Jin soldiers who invaded their homes, the Jin Kingdom consumed a lot of money everywhere. The troops in various parts of Wisconsin have now reached their limits, and other places can no longer send troops to support. Therefore, Wan Yanzhen could not be defeated, and could not even fight a tragic victory. Because the rebels are very strong, his strength cannot be greatly damaged, otherwise, his army will be defeated by subsequent rebels. Of course, if the letter king Zhao Zhen can be caught or killed, then even a miserable defeat. But Xinwang Zhao Zhen was not so easy to sack and kill.
"Passing orders!" Wan Yanzhen screamed: "Order the Lijia slaves to rate 10,000 infantrymen to attack the flanks of the Song Army, increase the pressure on the enemy, and cooperate with the cavalry!" At the moment when he yelled, he heard the rebels coming from the front. The sound of cheers.
"The King of Letters is invincible...!" "Long live the King of Letters...!" "The enemy cavalry has been wiped out! They surrendered!" "The enemy generals were killed by the King of Letters!"
"What!" Wan Yanzhen heard that his number one general, Malchi, who had the unstoppable courage, was actually killed by Zhao Zhen, the Prince of Song Dynasty who had no power to restrain the chicken. His eyes popped out, and his guts were cracked. Is it true that this Song Dynasty believer is the same as the legend, with the help of gods? Even the number one general under his team, who had won many victories, died in his hands!
"Frozen what? Attack!" Wan Yan Zhen angrily shouted to the messenger. The Jinjun Jurchens are mostly cavalry, and most of the infantry are the armies of other ethnic groups, including Han, Khitan, Bohai, and Xi. They are the forward's killers, and they are the absolute main force of Jin Guo's southward siege of cities and land, and the army with the highest mortality rate.
Riding a Pegasus straight to the flank of the Jinjun. Li Jianu was watching the cheering rebel army at this time, and suddenly saw a horse riding straight forward. He also recognized that the opponent was the commander's messenger.
"Report...! The general has an order!" The soldier was holding a flag, which was a small flag. He shouted to the Lijia Slave: "Lijia Slave takes the order!" The Lijia Slave riding on the war horse handed his hands: "The final commander!
"With the order, Li Jia Nu led ten thousand infantry to attack the flanks of the rebels!" After speaking, the messenger handed the flag to Li Jia Nu's hand. Without saying more, with just a click, he turned his head back.
Holding the small flag in his hand, Lijiinu's heart moved. He saw that the rebel army was flexible and changeable, as if a monster could swallow all the golden army. Three thousand golden soldiers, three thousand genuine Jurchen warriors, were killed in a short period of time.
Seeing that the Rebels battled tightly and tightly. Don't say that the 10,000 infantry under his hand, even doubling the military strength, may not be able to instigate the ingenious large formation of the rebels. Don't underestimate the army of the rebels, you think they seem to be very unbearable, but the rebels have a lot of changes, and there is no secret weapon in it!
In a short period of time, although Zhao Zhen did not practice special forces, he has practiced several simple formations. This formation has undergone Zhao Zhen's improvement and evolution, and a few small changes have caused endless changes in the formation, very powerful.
At this time, there were only a few white clouds in the sky, and the sky was still blue, but under the clear and white sun, in the fluttering wind, some bloody smell drifted faintly. The smell made Lijia slave shiver. Only then did he wake up from his meditation, it turned out that this was still on the battlefield with the rebels.
Lijianu was born in a small tribe of Jurchens, and he has no background or real skills. He has always gotten into his current position by virtue of his old qualifications and bribes. Now that he sees that the rebel army is strong, he has made up his mind to let the army go up and fight, and if he loses, he will run away. Anyway, the responsibility of losing the battle is not on oneself, so naturally there is a tall stand.
"Kill!" Li Jianu was at the back of the infantry formation, letting ten thousand infantry form an arrow formation to attack and kill the rebel formation. The rebels suddenly changed their formations, the square formation became round, and they became a round bucket and plum blossom formation. The circular formations came to kill one by one, and all the 10,000 troops of Lijia slaves were eaten into the gap of the circular formation.
The circular arrays are like gears biting each other, completely eliminating all the enemy forces that bite. Only then did all the Golden Army discover that some of them were facing the front and back; some faced the dense formation in front; some were unable to see an enemy, so they could only watch the fight in front of them in their own dense team.
In such a rebel formation, the Jin army's formation had long been broken up. After half an hour, the fighting continued, and in a blink of an eye, Lijiu's 10,000 infantry seemed to be reduced by a third.
At this time, the ten thousand golden soldiers had completely fallen into the army of the rebel infantry. A famous golden soldier stabbed with a spear and a spear, and fell screaming.
"General..." Hearing the calls of his subordinates, Wan Yanzhen suddenly became sober in the dementia. As soon as he looked at the battle situation, the golden army, which has been invincible and repeatedly victorious, is now showing a trend of less and less. He knew that he had to send troops to rescue him. But the rescue must be rescued, otherwise, if all the 10,000 Golden Infantry soldiers that were truly supported are finished, then it will be over by oneself. But from the current point of view, my own number of less than ten thousand people is not worthy of use. It is no use to go up and die in vain. I just wanted to defeat the rebels, but now I don't know what to do.
Wan Yanzhen bite and left a word coldly: "Wait..." Wait? What are you waiting for? The soldiers and soldiers didn't understand, and Wan Yanzhen's trusted men didn't understand either. They were puzzled. Only smell the fishy wind blowing.
The strong wind blew, and the banner rang fiercely. At the beginning of the hot summer season, the golden soldiers and soldiers were very cold.
Seeing the Rebel soldiers stabbed several Golden Infantry soldiers one after another, behind the circular formation, a shower of arrows flew, and the soldiers of the Golden Soldier were shot into hornet nests... Shout Ma Si.
Seeing that the army of Lijia slaves is less than half, many Jin army infantry of other ethnic groups such as Han, Khitan, Bohai and Xi have surrendered.
"Get out! Kill!" Wan Yanzhen yelled, causing all the remaining golden soldiers to charge, and the two thousand cavalry also launched an attack on the flanks of the rebel army.
The Jin army's offensive was fierce, and a team of golden soldiers rushed up, but because of Zhao Zhen's wonderful formation, avoiding its sharp edge, the formation opened a hole and even swallowed all the golden soldiers into the formation.
At this time, the number of soldiers participating in the Jinbing was significantly less than that of the Rebels, and it was immediately at a disadvantage. "Kill--" With a loud shout, two thousand golden cavalry slew to the rebels.
But soon the five thousand cavalrymen, led by the Khitan general Xiao Deli, rushed forward, and the two torrents immediately smashed into one place. Immediately the men and horses flew up, and the swords and guns brought a piece of red blood. A group of people screamed, and a fierce battle began.
At this time, Zhao Zhen moved. He drew out his sword and shouted: "Expelling the Golden Dog! Give me back!" As he shouted, all the rebels shouted together: "Expelling the Golden Dog! Give me back! The blood won't run out, and I will never cease fighting!"
The letter king Zhao Zhen yelled: "Catch Yan Zhen the thief alive..." All the soldiers shouted together: "Catch Yan Zhen the thief alive..." Gradually all the rebels shouted: "Kill! Capture Yan Zhen alive..." Old thief..."
For a time, the battle showed a one-sided battle. Under the attack of the rebels with high morale and desperate fight, with the cooperation of that wonderful battle formation. The Golden Soldiers who had been unable to support them began to retreat one after another. At this time, the 3,000 infantry that Li Jia Nu could still carry with him unexpectedly retreated privately. The retreating Jinbing directly bypassed Weizhou City and rushed to the northeast.
"Asshole! Coward, embarrassing Jurchen!" Seeing Lijianu run away, many of the golden soldiers under his team collapsed.
At this time, Wan Yanzhen, who led the remnant golden army, was still fighting desperately against the rebels. At this time, his old face was flushed with anger, and his whole body was trembling with anger. Wan Yanzhen held a sword and shouted: "Kill the king of faith Zhao Zhen! We will win!" After that, he led the remaining cavalry and infantry to rush towards the banner of Zhao Zhen that had already moved forward.
Facing the rushing Jin Bing Youyong, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen was not afraid at all. He coldly glanced at the remaining golden soldiers who had been killed alive from the gap in the circular formation, and he personally led the five hundred soldiers to kill them. The steel spear was raised, and suddenly fell into the body of a golden soldier who rushed forward. Zhao Zhen pulled out the spear, and a ray of blush came out. At the same time, he picked up the gun and shot it out, and he stabbed three golden soldiers in succession.
Jinjun veteran Wan Yanzhen rushed to Xinwang Zhao Zhen with the remaining Jinbing. The letter king Zhao Zhen rushed forward despite the obstacles of his own guards. He held a spear and fought with Jin Bing. Although these true Jurchen warriors are not afraid of death at all, they are all desperate styles of life-for-life. But after half a year of training, Zhao Zhen has gradually recovered her previous abilities.
Zhao Zhen is no ordinary person anymore. After stabbing the fifth golden soldier, he pierced the heart of the sixth golden soldier. Zhao Zhen's marksmanship kills with one shot and never goes empty.
Facing the dense golden soldiers and the rebel army of his own side, Zhao Zhen in the battlefield felt it was inconvenient to ride a war horse. Because the horse cannot run in a dense crowd, it is better to dismount and fight. Zhao Zhen immediately turned over and dismounted, and put the steel gun on the hook of the horse.
Afterwards, Zhao Zhen immediately drew out his double swords and showed Jinbing the art of using weapons for his future special forces. Swordsmanship in ancient times is not the same as in the future. It is real swordsmanship and murderous swordsmanship. Unlike the future sword dance, it focuses on stabbing, matching body and footwork, as well as flicking and other swordsmanship. No matter what swordsmanship it is, it is not based on fancy.
But the swordsmanship of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen is very fancy. A Qinglong Sword and a Red Dragon Sword are made of 100 steel making. The two weapons flew up and down, in his hand, drew a cold light of death. And Zhao Zhen, wearing an armor, kills one person in one step, as if dancing. Zhao Zhen danced with double swords to make people dazzling. One sword cut either the throat of the golden soldier or the throat or heart of the opponent.
With a slight drag, Zhao Zhen could hear the sound of "pouch". It was the sound of blood splashing from the neck. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen golden soldiers fell.
The supernatural martial arts of the letter king Zhao Zhen suppressed all the enemies. If in front of these golden soldiers is a heavy armored general, the golden soldiers will be killed with a big sword. Jin Bing is not afraid, and will directly rush forward desperately.
However, in the eyes of those Qin people, the boy who has no power to bind the chicken, the believer Zhao Zhen. It is like a god of war in armor. He played with two swords, killing people was so easy, this is not what ordinary people can do.
For the average person, even the greatest samurai starts from practicing the basics of swordsmanship or other weapon art. But Zhao Zhen's swordsmanship is to kill people, killing people in a faster and better way. The two swords used together to kill, and the performance is simply a miracle.
Could it be that the gods descended from the earth? Could it be the possession of the god of war? What is more terrible in this world? The golden soldiers were scared. They remembered the legend about the letter king Zhao Zhen.
With the help of the gods, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen and Princess Wang escaped from the tightly defended Golden Army escort team. With the help of the gods, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen has won many battles. Now they saw the real miracle!