Chen Da, who was fleeing desperately, looked up unhappily when he saw someone blocking his way to continue racing. He saw that Fu Ci, the deputy head who had been in halfway, was spitting at Fu Ci with a rude expression: "Baby, don't block the way! What does it mean to block me? You can arrange the array on the spot and block the Tartars for me!" He stared at him and pushed Fu Ci hard. Fu Ci took a step back and almost let the stones behind him mix.

Fu Ci also came up: "You coward, look back with me, otherwise you will be killed by one cross!"

"Yoho... I slashed you with a knife." Seeing the Jurchens behind him getting closer and closer, Chen Da, who was in a hurry, put a knife on Fu Ci's neck.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly: "I am the coach of the Western Army Capital, Wang Jin, and I will face the enemy with my back and kill him." Wang Jin took two steps in three steps, slapped Chen Da in the face, and ordered all commanders: "Walk forward with one force, and do not retreat. Fu Ci, you will lead the First Capital."

The thirty or so Tartars who were chasing Chen Da lined up in two scattered lines, shouting and yelling as they didn't understand, holding up the mace and rushing upwards. After two steps, the Jurchens stopped and shot arrows at Chen Da (now Fu Ci's) First Capital.

The Tartars' archery technique was extremely accurate. The Song Bing rushed up at a distance of more than ten meters, leaving the Tartars with only a few breaths, but in this short breath, the Tartars only shot a round of arrows, and the first one lay down five or six more.

"Don't run! I will cut off whoever runs... Chen Da, it's useless to be your name as a jumping tiger! If you want to run again, don't blame me for not taking into account the brotherhood." Wang Jin rushed forward and immediately shot several arrows of the Tartars back. Chen Da acted to block his defeated soldier, but in fact, he used the strength of the soldiers to retreat back. The angry Wang Jin took a step forward and grabbed Chen Da's collar, lifted him up, and his forehead jumped straight at Chen Da's fierce scolding.

The beads of sweat rolled down from Chen Da's forehead, and he cried with a sad face and tilted his mouth and cried, begging: "Commander, brother, the Tartars are so fierce... The brothers died, the wounds are very serious!... I know, I will lead the brothers to push the Tartars here." Seeing Wang Jin's appearance of eating people, Chen Da's mind was blank. The hero did not suffer any loss in front of him, so he could only agree first.

"Line in the array! Mr. Nai is standing here. No matter who you are or what the reason is, as long as you take a step back, I will kill you Chen Da first! Brother Fu Ci! Come and supervise the battle! The soldiers who are in the army run away and beat the sergeant to death. The sergeant retreats and beat the sergeant to death. If the sergeant escapes, they will kill Chen Da!"

"Yes! The first capital, put the guns flat! The archer, shoot the Tartars at me."

There was such a vicious commander like a vicious sword, the Dama Jindao standing here, staring at him without blinking. Chen Da's idea of ​​getting away could only die.

Duo's head looked like a figure, stood at the center of the first row, and took the lead in walking forward. Song Bing also took the courage to follow Duo's head toward the Jin Bing.

They had to re-enter the battle. The commander said just now, and if they still retreated, it would be a dead end. They were fighting with the Jin soldiers. Although the Tartars were powerful, there were only about 30 people after all. If they defeated the enemy, there would always be people alive. As for whoever was alive, it would be up to their own luck.

The fierce commander also said, "The soldiers who fled and beat the sergeant to death. The sergeant retreated and beat the sergeant to death. The sergeant escaped and killed Chen Da!" This sentence was said. The emperor had a golden mouth and jade teeth. The words he said were imperial edicts. Here, the commander was no different from the emperor in command. Since the commander said this, Fu Ci, who had nothing to do with the first place, would definitely faithfully implement the commander's order. After saying this to the commander, he was staring at Ai Zheng, Ai Zheng staring at Shi Chief, and the sergeant to the soldiers under his command. The soldiers stared at Du Head. Everyone was afraid that the other party would escape and cause him to suffer the disaster of the fish.

Like a locust's arrows flew forward through the first place, but the Song soldiers' shooting skills were not good. Wang Jin ran to the front and looked for a while, and felt a little angry and vomiting blood: Song soldiers' arrows were so busy that they shot, but after fighting for a long time, they couldn't see how many of the Tartars were lying on the ground and still moving.

The Song soldiers could not shoot the arrows, but the Tartars were very powerful. From time to time, the Song soldiers from the First Capital fell to the ground by being shot.

"Put the Tartars up and play with him!...Fu Sancha, you can go too!"

Song Bing, holding up their spears and swords, and shouted loudly, rushing down like a flood.

The Jin soldiers shot a round of arrows, and the Song soldiers were shot down by more than a dozen people, and then the two armies collided.

These thirty Tartars were born Jurchens, and they were not panicked when facing more than twice their own Song army. Dozens of Tartars stood roughly in a circular formation, holding back to back and playing until they confronted them. These guys were really quiet like virgins and moving like rabbits. You held the big sword and didn't approach him. This little Tartar is like a clay Buddha. But as long as you come to him and raise the knife, he shouted "ah", and his hand held inside was sent out and waved. This spear ran towards your chest like lightning, and often he couldn't block it.

There were seven or eight Song soldiers holding big swords everywhere around the mountain surrounded two or three Jurchen soldiers, but after a long time, many of the Song soldiers were chopped down. There were very few Jurchen soldiers who were chopped into hell by big swords. There were not as many people as the Tartars hugged them into a group. It seemed that there were many Song soldiers outside, but there were only three or five people who could really fight with the Tartars. At this time, the Jurchens were far more brave and fierce than the Song soldiers.

Wang Jin held a spear in one hand and overturned the two Jin soldiers beside him. He looked up and his eyebrows were squeezed together. Now there were about thirty Tartars but nearly a hundred people, Song soldiers were rushing back towards the mountain step by step.

Nearly a hundred people were rushing to kill thirty Tartars. Wang Jin didn't even bother to think about it. With a swing of his big gun, he killed the Jin soldiers alone. The gun in Wang Jin's hand was very particular. It was the famous Heshuo large gun. In Wang Jin's hands, two-meter-long spear was like a living snake. The Jurchen soldiers with only bravery had no way to resist it. Five or six people were beaten up in one go.

When he found out that Wang Jin was such a tough character, the Jurchens were brave, but they were not fools. After falling a few, the Jurchens who rushed up immediately turned around and retreated as long as they were not dead. Wang Jin waved his big gun, and Song Bing's big sword shaking brightly, and the shouts of killing echoed in the valley, becoming louder and more excited.

The pursuit of the first capital was naturally terminated after a rain of arrows by the Tartars. The Tartars had good arrow skills. The first capital rushed forward, and the chasing brothers were killed by arrows. Although Wang Jin, who was not satisfied with the killing, wanted to win by hand and hand, he killed all the Tartars below. However, a charge killed the opponent, and the officers and soldiers of the first capital retreated in panic and retreated back, surrounded the reluctant Commander Wang. Wang Jin, who retreated to the high ground, proudly glanced at the place where he had fought just now, but his pride gradually turned into depression. More than ten Tartar soldiers fell down on the hillside, and more than ten injured had escaped. However, his first capital officers and soldiers lay down twenty or thirty, and some were struggling on the hillside. Such a heavy price was something Wang Jin had never imagined.

Shi Jin did not participate in the fierce battle just now. He was in the back team, commanding himself, Yang Chun and Zhu Wu, and was preparing to launch a second wave of attacks.

Wang Jin invited Shi Jin and others to go to the front, and the Sandu New Force set up the formation according to the left, center and right.

"See, the Tartars came back to take revenge, a whole of Mouke, and fifty cavalrymen. They will definitely use cavalry to rush first, Zhu Wu, you take Chen Dafuci to block the Tartars in the front, and Shi Jin encircled from the left."

"Tixia, I have only about fifty people."

"Softie, the commander said, even if you die, you can't take a step back. Your son roars, do you want me to take the lead?... Commander, I, Fu Ci, come to take the lead."

"Chen Da, what's your fault with your grandfather? Don't you have dozens of people, can you still fight? Are you scared? Grandpa, I'm here too. I'm really going to come up with the Tartars. I'll be done with you! Bastard, get out of the front! Don't always wander in front of grandpa's eyes, it will make me upset!"

Zhu Wu, nicknamed Shenji Military Advisor, never hummed. He did whatever Wang Jin said. Now, he asked four soldiers to stand in groups, squeeze together, and set up a platform. Zhu Wu stood on the shoulders of the soldiers, and looked around with his hands. After watching for a while, Zhu Wu jumped to the ground and trotted all the way to Wang Jin. "Titha, the Tartars are in a bad style now. The Tartars are full of moukkes, and there are more than fifty cavalrymen, which are more than many better than us. But how many roads have these Tartars climbed so far? Do you see if they have played any tricks?"

Wang Jin looked around roughly. The commanders of the Song army could be said to be fighting independently and were suppressed by the Jin soldiers, but the entire front was still complete. The Jin soldiers did not break through, and the new force of the central army was still staying behind the front, waiting for the opportunity to assault.

Wang Jin is the coach of the capital. He is skilled in martial arts and brave in combat, but he does not have rich experience in commanding the enemy. After thinking for a while, he could not see any conspiracy with the Jin soldiers.

The cavalry did not rush forward as the Song army expected. The Bohai people and the Khitan people lined up in an array and forced them up step by step.

Since the Tartars were going to fight in a formation, Wang Jin was unable to ask for it, and the Song army immediately became a standard formation with spearmen in front, archers behind, and swords and shields standing in the cracks of the spears. With Wang Jin's order, the Song army in Sandu welcomed the Jin soldiers.

When they approached fifty steps, both Song and Jin armies began to shoot arrows. The Song army raised their shields diagonally, trying to block as many arrows as possible. Shi Jin and others waved their weapons in their hands and called Diao Ling.

The formations of the Song and Jin armies finally collided together, and they were hard to distinguish.

During such a fight, Shi Jin's good martial arts showed its effect. He picked up a big gun and solved the enemy in front of him in just a few seconds. The spear swung left and right, and a row of gaps were made. Shi Jin shouted loudly and jumped into the enemy formation first.
Chapter completed!