The sky is already dark, but the battle is not over yet.
Yang Xiong was charging forward with a sword in his hand, no one could stop him! Under the misty sky, he saw a person in front of him who was dressed a little differently from the others.
"Jurchen Captain of Ten Thousands!" Yang Xiong was overjoyed and rushed over in stride!
There were still two Jurchen soldiers blocking the front, but Yang Xiong cut off his horse with a sword. Seeing that Yang Xiong was about to reach the Captain of Ten Thousands, the Captain suddenly turned around and left.
Less than ten years after the rise of the Jurchens, they defeated the arrogant Khitans with a mere population of hundreds of thousands. If history had not changed, they would have been able to conquer the Northern Song Dynasty and establish the new strongest country in East Asia. All of this stemmed from
Jurchens are brave and good at fighting! It can be said that most Jurchen men are warriors, even children and old people
He is also a warrior, but there are exceptions, and the Captain in front of him is an exception! This Captain of Ten Thousands usually has extraordinary martial arts, otherwise he would not be able to become the Captain of Ten Thousands, but just now he has witnessed Yang Xiong kill him like a melon or a vegetable.
He was already heartbroken by the countless Jurchen men! Seeing Yang Xiong coming at this moment, he didn't dare to resist at all!
"Hey! Cowards, there are cowards among the Jurchens!" Yang Xiong laughed loudly, and he stepped forward, covering a distance of several feet with one step!
The Jurchen Captain Ten Thousands rode a war horse, but this was not an open space, and the speed of the war horse could not be used at all. In a moment, Yang Xiong had already arrived behind him!
Yang Xiong shouted loudly, and slashed forward with the big knife in his hand. The Jurchen Ten Thousand Husbands were shocked. He quickly lowered his head, but the big knife slashed through his back, almost cutting him in half.
!Amidst the screams, he fell from his horse. His body was bleeding profusely, and he would definitely not survive.
This is the battlefield. The braver will win when faced with a narrow road. The braver you are and the more desperate you are, the more likely you are to survive! The more timid you are, the smaller the hope of survival! Even if you are highly skilled in martial arts, if you are timid, you will still have to face death!
Yang Xiong was about to continue moving forward when suddenly Ming Jin's voice came from behind him!
Yang Xiong was stunned, frowned, and turned back. At this moment, not only him, but all the Liangshan infantry were turning back, while the Liangshan crossbowmen were moving forward step by step!
After all the infantry retreated, the sound of the God's Arm Bow rang out again, and the overwhelming number of bows and crossbows headed towards the opposite side!
In an instant, the battlefield calmed down again! Facing the powerful lethality of the Divine Arm Bow, the Jurchen cavalry had no choice but to die!
Moreover, it is not only the more than 20,000 crossbowmen under Yang Xiong who are concentrated here at the moment, but also Yang Zhi’s men and Hu Yanting’s men! The number of crossbowmen here has reached 70,000! So many crossbowmen.
Attacking with all their strength, the Jurchen cavalry's charging advantage could not be used. All they faced was death!
The sound of crossbows piercing the air continued to sound, and within a moment, countless female immortals fell into a pool of blood.
It's just that the Jurchens are brave. Even under such a rain of arrows, there are still soldiers moving forward. Unfortunately, no amount of bravery will have any effect now.
"Back off! Back off! Get out of here quickly! Back off!" Wanyan Zongwang was so filled with grief and anger that he shouted loudly!
It's just that the battlefield was too chaotic, and not many people heard his voice. A bow and arrow shot from far away, and he had to stop. He turned his horse's head, wanting to return to Jinzhou City first, or from other places.
Directions out of here!
"That's the Jurchen Prince, shoot him together with me!" In the chaos, Yang Xiong saw Wanyan Zongwang in the distance, a bright light appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly laughed.
It turned out that Wanyan Zongwang was wearing yellow clothes at this moment, and he was recognized by Yang Xiong at once! The Jurchens were originally just a subordinate race of the Khitan people, and they had to pay tribute to the Khitan people every year. After they defeated the Khitan people, they also followed the Khitan people's habits
, Khitan, like the Song Dynasty, yellow is the most noble color. Only emperors and princes can wear it, and the same is true for Jurchens. Wanyan Zongwang in front of him is wearing a yellow mantle. Who is he if he is not a Jurchen prince?
As Yang Xiong's order was issued, dozens of sharp arrows shot towards Wanyan Zongwang in an instant.
"No!" Wanyan Zongwang was shocked. He heard the sound of the bow and knew that time was running out. He suddenly turned over and fell off the horse. Then he heard the neighing of the war horse. It was obvious that the war horse had been hit by an arrow and the war horse was not alive.
May survive.
"Damn it!" As the war horse fell, dozens more arrows came towards him. He held the scimitar in his hand and blocked fiercely forward, hoping to block all these arrows! What a pity!
Although he blocked this wave, the following wave came towards him again. A moment later, he was hit by an arrow in his leg, and a moment later, he was hit by an arrow in his arm. After another wave, more and more arrows were fired.
When the shot hit him, his hand holding the scimitar couldn't help but loosen.
"I, Wanyan Zongwang, am the Jurchen prince. I may succeed to the throne of my father in the future, but I died here?"
"Why was it defeated? There were hundreds of thousands of slave troops here, were they all defeated?"
"The main reason is that the slaves are incompetent! Huh, if the slaves had a little fighting power, they would take us out! Hey..."
"Will the Jurchens die like this? I wonder what happened to my father? I am unwilling to accept it!"
He was panting rapidly, but no matter how much he breathed, he felt that it was not enough. Gradually, his face became pale, and the vitality in his body slowly lost! At the last moment of his death, he still wanted to scream, but he
I can't even scream!
After he fell to the ground, the Jurchen soldiers continued to move forward tenaciously! They held arrows in their hands and continued to clash regardless of personal life and death! These Jurchen soldiers are indeed one of the most brave races. Yang Xiong's face on the opposite side
They couldn’t help but show a hint of respect!
However, those who charged were pure Jurchens. The new auxiliary troops had fallen behind at this moment. Many of the new auxiliary troops had stopped fighting. They looked ahead in fear, not knowing what they should choose now.
"Surrender without killing!" Finally, such a voice sounded on the battlefield.
As the sound rang out, countless new vassals dismounted and knelt on the ground. Naturally, the slave soldiers on the battlefield also knelt down constantly. They raised their hands high to show that they were not a threat.
The number of Jurchens is getting smaller and smaller. The soldiers from Liangshan are constantly coming in this direction. They have surrounded the Jurchen soldiers here.
At this time, the Jurchens also began to surrender! Even though they were extremely brave, in the face of a war that was bound to fail, those who were not strong-willed enough could not persist.
When the sun rises, the battle is finally over! The battlefield is full of people, all of whom are kneeling!
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Wu Dong and Hua Rong have already arrived here.
"The Jurchens have gathered so many people, which actually poses a great threat to us. They should first release all the slave soldiers. After all the slave soldiers have gone away, their cavalry will rush out. That way their cavalry will
Our advantage will be used, and it will be much more difficult for us to deal with them! Their hope of escaping will also be much greater! After all, the command of the Jurchens is not Wanyan Aguda, and the control ability of this battlefield is too poor." Hua Rong looked at it.
He said looking at the scene in front of him.
"No matter what, this battle is finally over." Wu Dong said.
"Wanyan Agu is still here, and he has a hundred thousand elite Jurchen soldiers in his hands! They are now in Yizhou and Guangning Prefecture. Governor, I want to go there personally to direct the war." Hua Rong said.
"I'll go with you," Wu Dong said.
"Grand Governor, you should stay and appease Jinzhou City." Hua Rong was stunned and said.
"Didn't the military department say that you don't have to worry about the gains and losses of a city or a place! The most important thing is to eliminate the Jurchens' effective strength! As long as Wanyan Aguda's 100,000 elite soldiers are eliminated, this battle will be considered a complete victory. Jinzhou
What’s the point of a city? Let’s go together!” Wu Dong said with a smile.
He mounted the war horse amidst loud laughter, holding a sword in his hand, and galloped away into the distance. Hua Rong followed him closely.
Yang Xiong and Yang Zhi had already begun to urgently assemble their troops. They also followed Wu Dong and Hua Rong towards the northeast. Only Hu Yanting stayed to deal with the battlefield.
Hu Yanting only had 20,000 men under his command, but Hu Yanting's men all held divine arm bows and flashed arrows. Those soldiers who had surrendered did not have the courage to continue fighting, and they did not have the courage to resist at this moment.
"Let's go to Jinzhou City!" Hu Yanting said with some displeasure.
There were several battles in a row, and he was the one cleaning the battlefield every time, so he felt a little uncomfortable. At this moment, he just wanted to settle down Jinzhou City quickly, and then go to the northeast to try to participate in the real battle.