choke element

As soon as the Song man fell to the ground, Monk Wanyan Chen arrived.He originally wanted to slash his neck with a horizontal knife, but since his opponent was dead, he saved a little effort.Following the momentum of the impact, he continued to steer the horse forward, and the huge iron hooves of the war horse stepped on the corpse, making a muffled clicking sound.

While the horses were passing over the dead, Monk Wanyan Chen continued to give orders: "Follow me, rush to the end of the pond, and then go around."

Most of Jin's troops are Han'er, especially those who come from Hebei and the Central Plains.Therefore, Monk Wanyan Chen not only speaks Chinese fluently, but also has an accent from the Central Plains of Hebei.Even though the cavalry under his command came from many tribes, and the languages ​​of each other's tribes could not understand each other, they could all understand Chinese.

At this time, the shout attracted special attention.

Below the slope on the east side of the pond, near the continuous mud and bushes, there were a few soldiers of the Song Army lying on their stomachs or lying in a mess.All of them were seriously injured, some had missing arms, some had arrows in their backs, and they were bleeding profusely.When the first two waves of Yi army cavalry rushed over, they didn't move at all, and they were obviously dead.

But just as Monk Wanyanchen gave orders and everyone shouted and responded, the corpse was suddenly pushed away, and someone suddenly exploded in the bushes below.

The Naiman man was the most alert, he yelled and touched the shield on his back with his backhand.But the shield was bound by a leather sash, and there was no time to untie it in a hurry, and seven or eight soldiers of the Song army rushed up like leopards preying on it, and some people threw their spears and short knives vigorously halfway.

The Naiman man had only time to slam his left arm on his forehead, protecting his head and face.As a result, a spear pierced the side of his horse under his crotch.The saddle pads hanging from the left and right sides of the saddle should not be pierced too deep, but it is enough to startle the horse, causing the horse to jump wildly and throw the knight off the horse.

There were also four or five short knives and spears, all aimed at Monk Wanyan Chen.Monk Wanyan Chen crawled on the horse's back with all his strength, using the horse as a cover, but a dagger still flew past his face, cut Fan Yangli's belt, and tore a bloody gash on the side of his cheekbone.

Monk Wanyan Chen's favorite war horse was stabbed in the neck by a short spear.The horse gave a low whimper, twisted its neck to the other side, and fell to its front knee.Monk Wanyan Chen seized the moment when the horse rolled over, propped his spear to the ground, used his strength to throw away his right stirrup, and rolled twice on the ground.

When he was about to get up, he hadn't raised his head when the soldiers running to cover him were shot in the face and fell down screaming.

At such a close distance, throw the weapon first, thinking that this round is over; then shoot the arrow, whoever takes the lead will die!What kind of insidious routine is this?What's even more frightening is that if you shoot an arrow while running, you can still shoot so accurately that you can hit your face with one arrow?
Monk Wanyan Chen felt a chill in his heart.

The weakness of the Song people is generally recognized by the Jin people as a fact, and it is also the confidence accumulated by many battle victories over the past few decades.This time when 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 all beaten down by the Jin army, which made Monk Wanyan Chen firmly believe in this.

But bragging is one thing, but fighting is another.Experienced soldiers privately admit that the Song people are mainly sent to the leading generals to look forward and backward, and more seriously lack the experience of fighting with large armies and fighting in the field, but among the low-level soldiers of the Song people, there are good martial arts masters!They do not lack the courage to fight!
Isn't a group of Song people here now?

They deliberately did not want their lives, and deliberately ambushed our general here!

Monk Wanyan Chen rolled half a circle on the ground with one hand, and his legs shrank suddenly, getting out of the way of a soldier of the Song Dynasty who swooped and slashed, and then kicked the soldier flying out.With the force of the kickback, he continued to roll, and dodged a Maza knife sticking to the ground.

When he could barely get up, two more soldiers of the Song Army swung their knives straight at Thin's face.

The harsh cold light reflected tears in Monk Wanyan Chen's eyes, he shouted loudly and fought with two swords.

Even if one can be ten or a hundred fierce generals, it is impossible to retreat and flee while resisting the attacks of many people. At this time, of course, the only way is to stick to the melee and fight desperately. First stabilize the position, and then fight and retreat!

Monk Wanyanchen fought desperately.

Blocking, slashing, blocking again, and stabbing again, in just two breaths, the offensive and defensive cycles were repeated several times. His two short knives accurately blocked the attacking Maza knife, and every time the blades crossed, they screamed. There was a sharp, metallic clang of human teeth.

The Mazha knife was much heavier than the short knife, and when it was swung, there was a strong wind noise, and Monk Wanyan Chen used all his strength to block every time.He felt that his physical strength was exhausted a little quickly, but at this time, he could only hold on.

By the third breath, he took a chance.The Song soldier directly opposite rushed from the silt field to the high ground, and then continued to fight. His physical strength was much more than that of Wanyan Chen.
"kill!"

Monk Wanyan Chen held the handle of the saber in his right hand, strode forward, and stabbed sharply with his back.The blade pierced through the rough armor, and it felt like piercing the shortbread that the Qiang people loved to eat.It wasn't until the tip of the knife penetrated deeply into his body that he felt a sudden stagnation in his hand, followed by a release.

With too much force, the whole short knife pierced Song Bing's body, and the tip of the knife came out from his vest.

The blade of the dagger is not big, so it cannot cover the gushing blood.Streams of hot blood sprayed onto the back of Monk Wanyan Chen's hands, sticky and slippery.

At the same time that the Song soldier fell on his back, Monk Wanyan Chen let go of the hand holding the knife, and strode back.

The third, the fourth, No.5 Song Bing scrambled forward.These people are all daredevils. In their eyes, if Monk Wanyan Chen lacks the weapon in his right hand, that is an opportunity!
Their sharp shouts aroused the idea of ​​Song archers farther away, and dozens of arrows were also thrown over.

But Song people have no chance.The Japanese cavalry who rushed to the front of Tangpi had turned their horses back, and began to sweep the archers lying in ambush at the low places, and the arrows falling from the sky became sparse immediately.The cavalry of the rear team scrambled up to cover Monk Wanyan Chen.

Several Qiang people, Naiman people or Uighur people shouted in various accents: "Prosecution, get on my horse!"

More knights rushed up, and they slashed at each other, killing all the Song people who were attacking.

The last Song soldier was wounded in many places, an arm flew off, his stomach was stabbed, and a huge wound was opened.But he seemed to have no sense of pain, and he didn't know that he would die, so he continued to charge in the direction of Monk Wanyan Chen step by step.

"Golden dog has no faith, invade my territory! Dog thief!" His eyes were about to burst into flames, and he shouted while rushing.

A knight next to him was afraid that Monk Wanyan Chen would be upset, so he slashed a few more times.

The more anxious he was, the harder it was for him to exert force. After a few cuts, Song Bing's face and neck were bloody and bloody.

He was still shouting, but his voice was muffled.Every time I yelled, blood and foam sprayed from my neck.It wasn't until Monk Wanyan Chen changed his horse and looked down that he staggered and fell down.Until he died, the anger in his eyes was still there.

Monk Wanyan Chen chuckled twice.

At a certain moment just now, he suddenly knew where the strange feeling since going south came from.

These Song people looked at Monk Wanyan Chen in the same way that Monk Wanyan Chen glared at the Mongolian knights back then. There was not only hatred, but also sorrow, anger, and unwillingness.The Mongol who looked at Monk Wanyan Chen back then was full of the greed and bloodthirsty of a barbarian.

In the eyes of these Song people, is it possible that I, Da Jin, am a greedy and bloodthirsty barbarian?

Ordinarily, there is no such reason. My Dajin inherited the system of the Han and Tang Dynasties and established itself as the orthodoxy of the Central Plains. I went south to attack in order to fight for rebellion... But this trip to the south is for plunder.
Monk Wanyan Chen shook his head violently.

Come on, come on, these words can no longer be believed, and these truths can't be thought about carefully.Monk Wanyan Chen felt a little regretful, feeling that he shouldn't have read those Han'er's books, so now he doesn't know what he can believe.

Just now he also angrily reprimanded a Song captive, telling him that the Jurchens also read the scriptures and history well, and knew the truth of being loyal to the emperor and serving the country.The question is, where is the "lord" he was supposed to be loyal to back then?If you run out of it in a flash, is it considered "loyal"?

There are too many things that I don't understand.Anyway, the truth in this world is the same as the current situation, everything is messed up.Only knives and guns are his own, and only cold weapons are left to be trusted.

Monk Wanyan Chen raised his head, seeing people around, he quickly said: "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 shook his head calmly and said, "Retreat."

Wu Yong's "Helin Collection": Bi Zaixing and Hu Zaixing in modern times can still recruit daredevil troops, and cut off their shins with hemp knives.Or silt up the fields and think of ponds, or criss-cross the fields and think of ditches, all of which are good precautions for horses.