On the Xiaoxiao Sang River, the waves were rolling. The river at this time was much wider than in later generations, and various small boats were scattered on it.
On every small boat, there were Song troops wearing red tassels and plain hats, salvaging Paoze's body.
The Han people attach great importance to returning fallen leaves to their roots. Although they cannot rest in peace in the soil, if they can burn them and take them back to their hometown, it would be a great kindness.
In the bloody battle we just experienced, a group of Jurchen Tatars was besieged here by more than a thousand cavalry of the Western Army. The two sides fought from early morning to sunset until all the Jurchen Tatars were wiped out.
The setting sun is like blood, shining on the sparkling water, causing ripples like golden armor.
The two elder Song Jun squatted back to back by the river, took out the bamboo flutes in their arms, and played small tunes from their hometown.
Here, people are cleaning the battlefield in such a leisurely mood. To the north of the river, it's a different situation. The fighting is still fierce and tragic.
The last elite knights of the Khitan and the elites of Jurchen Zhongjiang Wanyan Loushi collided hard together again. Both sides slowed down their horses, and no one expected to escape with one blow. Even if they were to fall here, they had already fallen too many.
Among the battle groups of corpses, life and death are divided!
Weapons flew, blood spattered, and war horses neighed miserably. Sparks splashed on the armors of both sides when the blades scratched them, dancing in the thick yellow dust and smoke splashed by the horses' hooves.
The collision between the two elite cavalry was so ferocious that it was shocking!
Wanyan Lou's men, Muke Jinhu, rushed left and right under the protection of several personal guards, roaring and fighting with all their strength. He changed his sword twice, and both of them were broken. At this time, he was tied up with his left arm.
He was protected by his riding shield and fought to the death with his right hand wielding the Bohai steel sword.
Yelu Dashi went to the battlefield in person, wearing armor. He wanted to die in person several times, but was tightly held back by the people around him.
Today is different from the past. He is the emperor of Khitan and the spiritual pillar of all Khitan people. If something happens to him, this war will no longer be fought.
The little military spirit that was finally gathered together will dissipate. It is no exaggeration to say that the Khitan today is supported by Yelu Dashi alone.
Next to Wanyan Loushi, several counselors tried to persuade him: "Loushi, the Khitan barbarians are fighting for their lives, why don't you retreat temporarily?"
Wanyan Loushi looked around and cursed fiercely: "Since we Jurchens raised the army, when have we retreated in front of Liao dogs? Do we have to start from Loushi?"
Suddenly, a golden drum sounded from the left side of the battlefield, and a black mass of cavalry poured out from the foot of the mountain.
The leader was a group of cavalry generals from the Song Army, who were young, energetic, arrogant and good at fighting.
Behind them, a wave of cavalry had appeared and opened up the front. A Song flag danced over the head of the cavalry. The first, the young Taiwei Yao Pingzhong, slowly lowered the big gun in his hand. Then hundreds of people followed.
A spear, a large spear, and a horse were also leveled, flashing with a cold light!
Yelu Dashi stood high enough to see clearly. He clasped his hands with one hand and said, "Here we come! Xiyan!"
Yao Pingzhong, who was on the left, seemed to have eliminated the Jurchen vassal soldiers and horses, and he was riding towards them to kill them.
Yao Pingzhong took the lead. He was holding a large white-stemmed gun from the Western Army in his hand. The blade was sharp and the barrel was highly elastic. He had wielded it with ease since he was a child. It weighed seven or eight kilograms. With the power of a galloping horse, and the sharp edge,
The extremely sharp blade hit the human body, the armor was flat, and blood splattered!
In the battle formation, he passed by another Jurchen Tatar and chopped off the horse's head with a wave of his sword. The Jurchen knight did not have time to take off his stirrups and jumped away, and rolled into the dust with the war horse. The bodyguards behind him were ready to step on them.
Furthermore, Ke suddenly screamed and was stabbed off his horse by a Jurchen Tatar who suddenly appeared without a sound.
Yao Pingzhong heard this clearly. He gritted his teeth and circled the horse's head. He was riding side by side with the Jurchen Tatar. He struck with his left hand on a shield, but was blocked by the shield. It was the Jurchen warrior Jin Hu holding a long sword.
Jin Hu's left arm was numb from the shock. He stared at Yao Pingzhong, wishing he could tear him apart.
Yao Pingzhong glanced at the ground and saw that his own soldiers were already dead. All generals took their soldiers very seriously, not to mention a man like Yao Pingzhong who was well-known all over the world.
He didn't say anything. When he lifted the horse and turned it over, the average horse would be extremely slow when turning twice, but the horse under him was still very fast.
Jin Hu twisted around as hard as he could on the horse, but his long sword couldn't reach out to chop the spear shaft. He could only use the hilt of the sword to hold the spear head, press down on his wrist and twist it, then opened his eyes and roared.
Yao Pingzhong suddenly gave up his big white spear, ducked into the horse's belly, pulled out a slender Japanese sword with his right hand, and inserted it into Jin Hu's ribs.
Jin Hu raised his sword and his ribs were exposed, and was stabbed through by the sword. The surrounding Song and Liao soldiers saw this unscrupulous Jurchen warrior fell off his horse and died, and burst into cheers.
Yelu Dashi was so excited that he came to the war drum in person and beat the drum vigorously to help the battle.
Wanyan Lou's eyes were red and his face was ferocious, like an evil ghost. A plotter stepped forward and said: "Lou, withdraw!"
With a bang, Mooke, who was several times stronger than the average person, was hit on the head with an elbow. He fell to the ground and vomited blood. It seemed that he would not survive.
"Whoever dares to talk about withdrawing troops again will end up like this, take my armor!"
Several soldiers moved quickly to help him put on his armor, and someone had already led his horse.
"We, the Jurchens, crawled out from the ice and snow, and sacrificed our lives to gain our current reputation. How could we allow ourselves to be humiliated by the barbarians of Song and Liao Dynasties? These birdmen are just my defeated generals. They have been defeated by me twice. What's the point?
Scared."
After saying that, he jumped on his horse, his whole body was tightly knitted, and rushed into the formation.
Wanyan Loushi is recognized as the number one general of the Jurchens, and in the hearts of the Jurchens, he is like a god of war.
Originally, in such a situation, it was not time for him to go into battle and fight. He was just holding the line in the army to boost morale.
However, the appearance of the Song Army has changed the entire battlefield situation, and Wanyan Loushi could not sit still.
Before Wanyan Loushi left the field, he did not enter the battle blindly. He had long seen that on the left side of the battlefield was a Khitan army with much inferior combat power and not suitable for today's battlefield.
Those were the soldiers and horses under Yelu Yanxi in the past. Yelu Dashi put them on the left side, not because he cherished their lives, but simply because he was afraid that they would delay them.
There is a mountain on the left, occupying a high ground, and there are reinforcements from the Song Army.
Wanyan Loushi's vision was so accurate, and with his formidable bodyguard cavalry, they were like eagles and rabbits, and they only used one charge to defeat these Khitan soldiers until they collapsed in an instant!
The Khitan elite who were following Yelu Dashi in the south and north campaigns, as well as Yao Pingzhong's Western Army, all changed their colors.
The cries of Emperor Tianzuo's veterans resounded throughout the battlefield, and rows of men and horses were knocked over and stabbed to death. In an instant, these Jurchen cavalry killed through several layers of depth. Like a moving iron tower, the Khitan people who dared to stop in front of them were killed.
Grind into powder.
Just like when they overthrew the Liao Dynasty, these weak opponents were still so vulnerable.