The morale of the army has stabilized slightly, and the defeated troops have gathered together. Just now, the Jurchen soldiers set out to camp and fled with their casualties in a short time. Xiao Yan's remaining men and horses here are not even 500!

As long as Xiao Xuanzan persists for a while, reinforcements with superior strength will definitely arrive!

The two sides were still fighting in near silence. The only sounds on the battlefield could be heard were the constant sound of arrows piercing flesh, and the uncontrollable screams. Xiao Yan here was exchanging lives for time, while the other side was desperately walking in the middle of the battle.

The Jurchen soldiers are gradually becoming anxious. They won't feel bad no matter how many of these new vassals die, but there is really not much time left for them!

While walking, these Jurchen warriors could not help but look back at Wanyan Shehema and Dong Dalang who were standing behind them and seven or eight Jurchen guards guarding the horse posts. Although the circular formation on the opposite side was thinned layer by layer,

Even if they don't collapse, when will they attack? Wanyan set up his horse, but his eyes were red. He looked at the battlefield, looked at the fluttering Xiao Yan flag, and looked at the soldiers of the opposite circular formation falling in rows. But always

Someone fills the spot.

The fire burning in Zhangjiabao Village in the distance was more like a poisonous snake gnawing at his heart.

Wan Yanshe and Ma Ke didn't think at all that Yin Keshu burned the castle because he was worried about his safety. He was worried that he would not be able to explain it in front of Zong Han. He just roared madly in his heart that Yin Keshu, a cowardly person, would be forthright and straightforward.

The courage of Emperor Zhang Gaichu of the Chongliao people has long since evaporated! Dad made a complete mistake in choosing him as the general to march south this time!

He actually burned down the fort and ran away! Although he and his bodyguards all saw the traces of small rockets rising from the Zhang family's main fort to the south.

He left his father and came south to win the war, to advance further among the Jurchen powerful people, to gain the reputation of the Zonghan family, and for his own future!

Instead of letting Yin Keshu, a guy who has lost all his courage and lost all the Jurchen prestige, retreat like a bereaved dog and become a laughing stock among the Jurchen people!

Now the Jurchen army has lost its place of support as it marches south. If Xiao Yan, the southern coach in front of him, is not killed, he will no longer have a foothold south of Gubeikou. Otherwise, he will be crushed here. Otherwise, he will be driven out of the customs in despair.

.Even if you can escape, you will suffer most of the losses. This is an unprecedented defeat since the Jurchens started their army!

He doesn't want either of these two endings!

And Dong Dalang stood beside Wanyan Shehema. The firelight in the ruined camp illuminated his face in and out, but he just stood there respectfully without saying a word.

For a long time, Wanyan set up and Ma Xinchao was gnashing his teeth. The circular formation where Xiao Yan was on the opposite side had been thinned by arrows, so that the inner circle of Xiao Yan's personal guards were exposed. These personal guards were all fully armored. Although the Jurchen knights dismounted and walked

But all they brought were cavalry bows. The arrowheads carried by the Jurchen warriors just now, which were long enough to penetrate armor, were all shot. Now the Dans are just ordinary feathered arrows and arrowheads provided by Zhang Jiaxin's auxiliary army. Compared with the Jurchen soldiers and horses themselves,

It was more than half the size, not to mention that it had been against her for so long. The arm that drew the bow was sore and numb, and the power of the arrow when it was fired was even less powerful.

The last row of Xiao Yan's personal guards in Ding Dang Dang's body were filled with feather arrows, but they could not fall down. They always maintained this last row. After seeing that the row was defeated, they could stand upright with spears and flags.

Xiao Yan, the commander-in-chief of the Southern Army, stood tall and tall, but this step was too close to pass!

Yu Feng felt that he had become Xiao Yan again recently, and he was surrounded by crossbowmen. They were the best protected. At this time, many people were emptying their arrows in their bags, and both sides were close to reaching the end of their crossbows.

However, the row of guards in front of Xiao Yan resisted the opponent's arrows. Every row of arrows fired by his own crossbowmen killed a row of people in the new annex array. Zhang Jiaxin saw that the approaching array was getting sparser and sparse.

The ability of the attached army to hold on until this moment was due to the brutality of the Jurchen warriors supervising the battle. The formation was already far beyond the limit after being leveled, and the formation that was pushed forward had begun to loosen up. The sounds of crying and screaming seemed to have suddenly increased to another level, and the battlefield

All sounds were muffled. Some Jurchen warriors had abandoned their bows and tried their best to kill and maintain the array, but they could no longer maintain it!

Xiao Yan watched the opponent loosen his nerves but did not relax at all. He himself knew that his current circle formation was at the end of the war. The infantry behind the formation outside the formation kept moving to the front to face the enemy to fill their positions and then continued

Being knocked down, time was delayed little by little with the help of these lives.

Now there are already a lot of wounded soldiers under his feet. Later, some of the wounded soldiers couldn't be snatched away, so they struggled and groaned at the place where they fell.

How long can they hold on with only their own bodyguards standing in front of them like a wall? When the Jurchen warriors and horses attack, can they survive the fierce battle? At this moment, Xiao Yan only feels that there is silence around him. Even in front of him.

This picture has lost its color.

I can't die here!

If you can't even deal with such a vanguard force of the Jurchens going south, how can you save this country in the future?

Xiao Yan has looked north countless times but still has not seen or heard the arrival of reinforcements. The fire in the north is getting bigger and bigger, until finally it is like a candle burning in the sky. No one knows what happened to Han Shizhong and what the reinforcements are.

The time will come!

The queue in front of you is like a book with a thin notch mixed with different bodies.

The guard suddenly fell down with a muffled sound, "Thigh!" He penetrated deeply and was lured in by the armor, but it was the Jurchen warrior who fired one of the few armor-piercing awls.

The personal guard was almost directly in front of Xiao Yan. As soon as he knelt down, Xiao Yan could clearly see that the array of new auxiliary troops on the opposite side, oppressed by Jurchen warriors, were running around in disorder. The ground was full of corpses and rolling to the ground.

The wounded soldiers were struggling and wailing on the ground. Many of the Jurchen soldiers had lost their bows and were chasing the fleeing soldiers and killing them randomly, but they were no longer effective. Both sides suffered two to three hundred casualties against her.

The elite troops at that time would collapse, let alone these new auxiliary troops!

His own men and troops have been able to hold on until now because of the immobility of the coach and the expectation of reinforcements. And what do the new auxiliary troops rely on to continue to persevere?

All the colors and sounds of the battlefield returned to Xiao Yan's feelings at this moment. The shouts and screams were almost coming towards his face and enveloped him. Under the firelight, the ground was full of oil, and the flowing purple-black blood covered the little boy.

Small campsite.

Zhang Xian shouted in his ear: "Xuanzan, I'll go and take care of yourself!"

In his sight, Dong Dalang and the young Jurchen nobleman just looked at him with extremely malicious eyes. Their eyes collided in the air and filled the sky with murderous intent. The Jurchen nobleman had already raised his hand and led the guards around him to turn over. Just because

It seems that the last barrier in front of me is about to collapse!

Xiao Yan fiercely grabbed Zhang Xian, who was running away from him. He raised his spear and took a big step before going to mend the gap of the fallen guard. Those guards were struggling to support themselves.

He used his own body as a shield in front of Xiao Yan under the rain of arrows. Seeing Pao Ze fall, they couldn't help but turn around and look at Xiao Yan, their eyes clear with meaning.

Xuan Zan, we can’t hold it anymore, please leave quickly!

But what they saw was Xiao Yan striding forward to form an array with them again!

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and yelled: "Those who are lying down will crawl in and take care of you after the battle! The Tatars have used their tricks and they can't afford to waste any more. It's just a head-to-head fight to see whether we fall first or the reinforcements arrive first! Xiao

Ever since we entered the battle formation, we have never turned our backs on our subordinates!"

The guard who fell to the ground heard Xiao Yan's cry. He gritted his teeth and poked out the other end of the half-embedded arrow! He snapped the arrow shaft, pulled out both sides of the wound and threw it to the ground. The guard was

The leader of the Shengjie Army gritted his teeth and stood up and shouted loudly: "The military master of the Song Dynasty will not retreat. If the army retreats, the whole team will be killed! Brothers, I want to see who can support the shoes and us! Xiao Xuanzanchen

In this way, we will wait for the military alliance and we will not be able to descend from our descendants!"

In a flash, he was already standing in the queue. Pao Ze beside him patted his shoulder affectionately. Everyone still couldn't help but turn around, but the anxiety was gone from their eyes, and they loudly shouted to Xiao Yan: "Praise you, go on! Coach, don't retreat."

Naturally, we will act as restraints here!"

Zhang Xian rushed over and pulled Xiao Yan behind. Xiao Yan turned around and saw that Zhang Xian's pretty face had become ferociously twisted. He yelled at him unceremoniously: "Every time, the coach has to turn sideways and let us fight in the middle of the battle."

Han, what are you doing? There is no need to praise us this time. We can take care of ourselves. If you retreat behind me, the Tatars will not be able to get through easily!"

Xiao Yan, who was so unceremoniously sprayed with saliva by his own bodyguard, who was used to standing among his own soldiers and trying his best to stabilize the morale and boost morale of the soldiers by risking his own life, felt a little embarrassed.

I felt a bit disappointed when I was used to doing something but suddenly no longer had to do it. Still in the midst of a life-and-death fight, Xiao Yan actually had the leisure time to pretend to sigh.

I don't know why the tension suddenly flew away from him. Since traveling to this era, Xiao Yan has to risk his life to use his actions to lead the entire army in every war. The reason is that his identity is too embarrassing. His subordinates carry

But it was often the elites of the Song Dynasty who could lead them without risking their lives themselves!

When has your prestige been quietly established, and you no longer have to risk your own life with your subordinates to bet on these athletes, but you can already stand firm and die till the end?

It wasn't until this moment that Xuan Xiaoyan felt that he was already a true commander-in-chief of the army! Wanyan Shehema's palms had already sweated nervously.

With only the last thin line left in the Song Army's circular formation, the Song Army's infantry on both sides had shrunk and moved to replenish their ranks. When the pace of the front array slowed down and even stopped moving, the newly attached soldiers who were driven forward by them were

The army brigade also collapsed in the rain of arrows. No matter how the Jurchen soldiers killed the soldiers, these new auxiliary soldiers still collapsed beside him crying for their fathers and mothers. They turned around and ran behind, swarming past him.

I must do whatever it takes to leave this slaughterhouse where human lives are exchanged for human lives.

The Jurchen infantry soldiers had already thrown away their bags, and with their empty arms they could no longer draw the strong bows in their hands. They kept looking back at him, waiting for his decision. There were also seven or eight Jurchen soldiers hiding in the ranks of the newly attached troops, but as they followed

The newly attached army collapsed. They were also shot by feather arrows. This attack was completely light-armed. The Jurchen warriors who were not armored would also be hit by shots. They were also hit by arrows, and they fell headlong in front of him.

At the beginning, his cavalry army was so powerful that they trampled through the southern camp. But Xiao Yan was standing under his banner like that day, and his personal guards were arrayed around him.

It seems that nothing can break it!

Wanyan Shehema was already pleasantly surprised to see that his Jurchen son had gathered his strength and fired another round of arrow rain to block Xiao Yan. The thin row of personal guards in front of Xiao Yan had already fallen, but no more soldiers came from behind or on both sides.

The Jurchen warriors who were about to collapse and still had feather arrows seemed to be inspired to fill their positions. They tried their best to draw their bows again, wanting to take another step to completely scatter this extremely thin circle formation and then turn over and mount their horses.

One impact took off Xiao Yan's head!

Wanyan Shehema's hand has been raised. The guards around him are watching Shihema's movements nervously. With a wave of his hand, they, the bodyguards who have been recharging their energy, will turn over and charge into the mountain.

His soldiers followed up one after another to determine the victory and capture and kill the southern commander!"

But in the sight of Wan Yanshe and his horse, Xiao Yan, the commander-in-chief of the Southerners, held his spear again and shouted something. The guards who had suffered the ultimate injury stood up unsteadily and leaned on their shoulders.

Blocking in front of him, the remaining infantry on both sides were already cowering and wavering, and they didn't know what inspired them. Now they moved towards the front to fill their positions. The original thin formation became solid again!

The Jurchen infantrymen Gu Ran put down their strong bows, and the Confederate army soldiers in the circular formation also reached the end of the mountain and exhausted their bags. Their empty power was no longer enough to fire their strong bows. The life-and-death battle between the two sides was unsustainable.

. Xiao Yan’s flag. The hunting and dancing is still as if it is a silent challenge to Wan Yanshe. If you want to take my head, come over and fight head-on! Or get away in front of me and run back with your tail between your legs!

The bodyguards around Wanyan Shehe Ma quickly commented: "It has been a long time since Hema has been together, should I be rewarded..."

Wanyanshe turned around and hit the bodyguard with a riding crop. He yelled angrily: "A certain family won! This Xiao Yan. I have been exhausted and my daughter-in-law has not been seriously injured! I'm riding a horse."

We are certain to win against Bu! Everyone immediately obeyed Bu’s order and prepared to attack! Xiao Yan’s family is going to win!”

At this time, Wanyan Shehema's eyes were already red. The personal guards around him who had been with him for many years did not dare to say a word anymore!

Well, when the whistle sounded, Wanyan Shehe's horse had already turned around and the twenty or thirty guards around him were also on horseback. Dong Dalang asked Ma Wanyan's Hema to signal to him. Dong Dalang understood and took a stick from the guard's hand.

The long-handled battle ax remained in place. The other Jurchen warriors still maintained their foot fighting posture, but they all lost their bows and replaced them with melee weapons. They pressed in front of the circular formation to maintain pressure on Xiao Yan's military formation. Although Wanyan Shihema was already

Hot blood surged to the top of his head, but after all, he had been in the army since he was a child. He had grown up with famous Jurchen generals such as Zong Han. He did not just dive in without hesitation. Instead, he led the twenty or thirty personal guards in a circle.
To be continued...