As soon as the Song man fell to the ground, Monk Wanyan Chen arrived. He originally wanted to slash his neck with his sword, but since his opponent was dead, he saved some energy. Following the momentum of the impact, he continued to move his horse forward, and the huge war horse
Iron hoofs stepped on the corpse, making a dull sound.
While the war horses crossed the dead body, Monk Wanyan Chen continued to give the order: "Follow me, rush to the end of the pond, and then circle around."
Most of the troops in the Jin Kingdom were Han, especially those from Hebei and the Central Plains. Therefore, Monk Wanyan Chen not only spoke fluent Chinese, but also had an accent from the Central Plains of Hebei. Even though the cavalry under his command were from the Central Plains of Hebei these days.
Many tribes do not understand each other's own tribes' languages, but they all understand Chinese.
At this time, this shout attracted special attention.
At the bottom of the slope on the east side of Pitang, near the continuous mud and shrubs, there were several Song soldiers lying on their stomachs or lying in a huddle. All of them were seriously injured, some were missing arms, and some had back straps.
The arrows were still bleeding. When the first two waves of Zhijun cavalry rushed over, they did not move at all, and they were obviously dead.
But just when Monk Wanyan Chen was giving orders and everyone was shouting and responding, the body was suddenly pushed away, and someone suddenly rose up from the bushes below.
The Naiman man was the most alert. He shouted and touched the shield on his back. However, the shield was tied with a leather band and could not be taken off in a hurry. Seven or eight Song soldiers were already charging like leopards hunting prey.
Coming up, someone was throwing the spear and dagger in their hands halfway.
The Naiman man only had time to suddenly block his forehead with his left arm to protect his head and face. In the end, a spear was stabbed into the side of the horse under his crotch. With the saddle pads hanging down from the left and right sides of the saddle, the tip of the spear should not have been pierced.
It was deep, but it was enough to startle the war horse, causing it to jump wildly and throw the knight off his horse.
There were also four or five daggers and spears, all aimed at Monk Wanyan Chen. Monk Wanyan Chen crawled on his horse with all his strength, using the horse as cover, but there was still a dagger that flew past his face and cut Fan Yang.
The belt of Li tore a bloody gash on the side of his cheekbone.
Monk Wanyan Chen's favorite war horse was pierced in the neck by a short spear. The horse whined softly, twisted its neck to the other side, and fell to its front knees. Monk Wanyan Chen caught the moment when the war horse turned sideways,
He used his spear to support the ground, used the force to throw off his right stirrup, and rolled twice on the ground.
When he was about to get up, before he could raise his head, the soldier running to protect him was hit by an arrow in the face and fell down screaming.
At such a close distance, first throw the weapon, thinking that the round is over; then shoot the arrow, whoever takes the lead will die! What a devious trick is this? What is even more frightening is that you can shoot so accurately when you release an arrow while running.
Take out the front door with one arrow?
Monk Wanyan Chen felt a chill in his heart.
The weakness of the Song people is generally recognized as a fact by the Jin people, and this is also the reason for the confidence accumulated from many battle victories over the decades. This time the Jin army went south, the Shouchun Song army did not dare to fight in the field, and the small towns and villages along the way were heavily attacked by the Jin army.
They all came down with one drum, which made Monk Wanyan Chen convinced of this.
But bragging is one thing, fighting in battle is another. Experienced soldiers privately admitted that the Song people were mainly lacking in the generals who led the troops and were not able to look forward and backward. What's more, they seriously lacked the experience of coordinated fighting and field battles with large armies. But in
Among the soldiers at the bottom of the Song Dynasty, there were some who were good at martial arts! They also had the courage to fight!
A group of Song people are here, right?
They are deliberately risking their lives and are here to ambush our general!
Monk Wanyan Chen pressed down on the ground with one hand and rolled half a circle. His legs suddenly shrank, allowing a Song sergeant to make a flying slash. Then he flew up with his kick and kicked the soldier away. Borrow With the force of the kick, he continued to roll, and dodged a maza knife that was thrust straight into the ground.
When he finally got up, two more soldiers from the Song Dynasty swung their swords at Bo's face.
The sharp cold light made Monk Wanyan Chen shed tears in his eyes. He shouted loudly and danced his swords to fight.
Even if one can defeat ten or a hundred powerful generals, it is impossible to retreat and flee while resisting the attacks of many people. At this moment, of course, the only way is to fight hard in close combat, stabilize the position first, and then fight and retreat!
Monk Wanyan Chen fought desperately.
Blocking, slashing, blocking again, and thrusting again, in just two breaths, the attack and defense cycles were repeated several times. His two daggers accurately blocked the incoming Mazha knives. Every time the blades crossed, they screamed. The teeth are sore and the metal is clanking.
The Mazha knife was much heavier than the short sword, and it made a violent sound when it was swung. Monk Wanyan Chen used all his strength every time he blocked it. He felt that his physical strength was exhausted a bit quickly, but at this time he could only hold on. .
When he took his third breath, he seized an opportunity. The Song soldier directly opposite rushed from the silt to the high ground and continued to fight. His physical strength was much more consumed than Monk Wanyan Chen. He was not young yet. Very thin, far less muscular than Monk Wanyan Chen!
"kill!"
Monk Wanyan Chen held the handle of the knife in his right hand, stepped forward, and stabbed hard with his back. The blade passed through the rough armor and stomach, and it felt like passing through the shortbread that the Qiang people loved to eat. Until the tip of the knife penetrated deeply. Body, he felt his hands suddenly stagnate, then loosen.
The force was so strong that the entire short knife penetrated Song Bing's body, and the tip of the knife came out from his vest.
The blade of the short sword was not big and could not cover the gushing blood. The hot blood sprayed on the back of Monk Wanyan Chen's hand, sticky and slippery.
When the Song soldier fell on his back, Monk Wanyan Chen let go of the hand holding the knife and stepped back.
The third, fourth, and fifth Song soldiers rushed forward. These people were all brave men. In their eyes, Monk Wanyan Chen lacked the weapon in his right hand, which was an opportunity!
Their sharp shouts attracted the attention of the Song archers further away, and dozens of arrows were thrown towards them.
But the people of Song Dynasty had no chance. The Yi cavalry who rushed to the front of Tangpi had already turned back and began to sweep away the ambushed archers in the low places. The arrows falling from the air immediately became sparse. The cavalry from the rear team rushed up. Protect Monk Wanyan Chen.
Several Qiang people, either barbarians or Uighurs, shouted in various accents: "Get on my horse!"
More knights rushed up and slashed with swords, killing all the Song people who were attacking.
The last Song soldier was wounded in many places. One of his arms flew off, his stomach was stabbed, and there was a huge gaping wound. But he seemed to have lost the feeling of pain and did not know that he would die. He just took one step Bu Di continued to charge in the direction of Monk Wanyan Chen.
"The golden dog has no faith and is invading my territory! Dog thief!" His eyes were about to burst into flames, and he shouted as he rushed.
A knight next to him was afraid that Monk Wanyan Chen would be unhappy, so he hurriedly slashed a few more times.
The more anxious he was, the harder it was for him to exert force. After a few blows, Song Bing's face and neck were bloody and bloody.
He was still shouting, but his voice was muffled. Every time he shouted, blood and foam spurted out from his neck. It wasn't until Monk Wanyan Chen changed his horse and looked down that he staggered and fell. Until he died, he
The anger is all there.
Monk Wanyan Chen chuckled twice.
At a certain moment just now, he suddenly understood the source of the strange feeling he had had since going south.
The way these Song people looked at Monk Wanyan Chen was just like how Monk Wanyan Chen glared at the Mongolian knights back then. There was not only hatred, but also sadness, anger, and unwillingness. The Mongolians who looked at Monk Wanyan Chen back then,
His eyes were filled with the greed and bloodlust of barbarians.
In the eyes of these Song people, is it possible that I, Dajin, am a greedy and murderous barbarian?
Ordinarily there is no reason for this. I inherited the system of Han and Tang Dynasties and established my own orthodoxy in the Central Plains. The strategy of going south was to fight against rebellion with good things... But this time I went south to plunder, so what is "right" in terms of plundering?
Monk Wanyan Chen shook his head violently.
Come on, come on, I can no longer believe these words, nor can I think about these truths in detail. Monk Wanyan Chen regrets a little and feels that he should not have read those Han'er's books, so that now he doesn't know what he can believe.
Just now, he angrily scolded a Song prisoner, telling him that the Jurchens were also well-read in scriptures and history, and knew well the principle of loyalty to the emperor and serving the country. The question was, where was the "jun" he should have been loyal to back then?
Does it count as "loyal" if you run away?
There are too many things that I don’t understand. Anyway, the principles in this world are the same as the current situation. Everything is out of order. Only the swords and guns belong to you, and only the cold weapons are trustworthy.
Monk Wanyan Chen raised his head, saw people surrounding him, and said quickly: "I'm fine, let's continue!"
At the moment when everyone was urging their horses, a few miles away from the battlefield, a Song veteran general shook his head calmly and said: "Retreat the troops."
