Destroy Jin and conquer Song, and carry the Northern Expedition through to the end

Chapter 156: Mounting a Horse and Crossing the River to Defeat the Mad Hu (Part )
At about the same time as the battle in the south, the Jurchen cavalry in the north also set out.

This cavalry unit, consisting of a mixture of armored cavalry and light cavalry, with a strength of about 400 people, finally regained the feeling they had more than 60 years ago.

As the saying goes: If you don’t charge and kill hundreds of times, how can you be called a cavalry?

Of course, the Jurchens were able to regain their past fortitude not by relying on the will to survive, the courage to explore, or the strict military discipline.

It's just hatred.

The hatred of the entire family being killed.

The Jurchen cavalry longed for revenge, and wanted to kill all the loyal and righteous soldiers and then kill all the rebellious Han slaves.

But there is a classic saying: Revenge is a feast after cooling down.

Hatred can inspire subjective initiative, but subjective initiative without unified organization often becomes a derogatory term.

do their own thing.

This had already been demonstrated in the early morning battle. The Jurchen cavalry were willing to go into battle and dared to fight, but Jiagu Shou and Shuhu Ali could not control the army at all.

It was the same at this moment. Even though the two old Jurchen generals had repeatedly warned them that in the face of such a neat formation of spears, they could only harass with bows and arrows, but not attack.

However, once the battle started, the cavalry quickly lost control, and nearly a hundred light cavalry even broke away from the main group and tried to attack the gun formation from the rear.

This is the opportunity Zhang Baiyu has been waiting for.

"Silang, let me be the vanguard." Deputy Commander Liang Pan loudly requested to fight.

A sinister grin spread across Zhang Baiyu's handsome face. "Since the Commander has ordered me to personally charge in with the White Fish Flag, I must lead the charge! Third Brother Liang, back me up!"

After saying this, Zhang Baiyu put down his sword and raised his spear. The fifty armored cavalrymen behind him followed suit and quickly straightened their ranks, forming a small cone formation with Zhang Baiyu as the spear tip.

"Break the formation!" Zhang Baiyu shouted.

"Break the formation!" The fifty armored cavalrymen behind him shouted at the same time.

This also caused the remaining 200 armored cavalry to be excited.

After three shouts, Zhang Baiyu took the lead and started slowly.

First, fifty armored cavalrymen in tight formation followed behind.

After that came two hundred armored cavalrymen in units of ten. They spread out like a big net, waiting for the vanguard to defeat the enemy, and then strangled all the Jurchen cavalry in the formation.

Although they had kept a distance in order to charge, a mere two or three hundred steps could still be reached in a moment at the full speed of the warhorse.

Those Jurchen cavalrymen who tried to get behind the spear formation became the first targets of the loyal army's armored cavalry.

This time, Zhang Baiyu did not use his proud archery skills, but instead followed Liu Huai's example and charged into the loose formation of the Jin cavalry with his spear.

No matter how active and proactive the Jurchen cavalry were, it could not change the fact that they had lost their military discipline and control. How could they resist the fifty armored cavalry attacking head-on?
The fifty armored cavalrymen of the Loyal Army stabbed through the more than one hundred Jurchen cavalrymen almost like a sharp knife cutting a fish belly.

More than twenty Jurchen cavalrymen fell off their horses in an instant. The remaining Jurchens kept shouting and screaming. Some wanted to escape, some wanted to fight back. In the increasing chaos, they were directly crushed by the following 200 armored cavalrymen.

At that time, the flag bearer holding the white fish flag was only two horse lengths behind Zhang Baiyu. Just as Liu Huai ordered, Zhang Baiyu, with his flag, smashed through the Jurchen cavalry and rushed into the Jurchen cavalry brigade.

The Baiyu Fu flag slowed down for just a moment, then sped up again and headed straight for the Jiagu flag surrounded by hundreds of Jurchen cavalry.

"Follow me! Follow me!"

Cheng Da Niao accurately thrust the tip of his spear into the throat of a Jurchen cavalryman, then lightly poked it open, cutting his neck and grinning as the blood spurted out of his neck.

Several other Jurchen armored cavalry seemed to be frightened by this scene and turned their horses and ran away.

Cheng Da Niao was about to lead his companions in pursuit when he heard the captain sternly stop him: "Why are you chasing these small fish? Follow the banner and charge forward!"

After saying this, the captain raised his spear high and waved it, using the small red flag at the bottom of the spear to guide the troops to gather as they moved forward.

Cheng Da Niao looked at the backs of the Jurchen cavalrymen, spat fiercely, and then followed his captain to continue charging forward.

Although they had experienced a fierce charge, the horses still had enough strength, so after just a short walk to reorganize the team, the captain shouted loudly: "Kill!" The armored cavalrymen put down their spears and shouted at the same time, charging towards the Jurchen cavalry whose formation had been disrupted.

Cheng Da Niao stepped on the stirrups, stood up slightly, and glanced at the situation in front of him. He saw that the general's flag embroidered with the white fish symbol was charging left and right in the cavalry formation. Although surrounded by enemies several times its number, the flag did not stop for a moment, as if it was in an empty space.

This white fish flag not only caused chaos among hundreds of Jurchen cavalrymen, but also separated the two large flags of Jiagu and Shuhu that were originally standing side by side.

It is like the Jiagu flag is running in front and the white fish flag is chasing behind.

This thought only flashed through Cheng Da Niao's mind for a moment before all his consciousness, all his gaze, and all his thoughts were drawn to the isolated Shuhu flag not far in front of him.

"That's the thief! That's the bastard! Kill him! Kill him!"

Cheng Da Niao felt as if something was bursting out of his heart, and his thoughts were actually overwhelmed by the huge emotions at this moment, so that in the end, he almost shouted out with all his strength.

“Kill this thief!!!”

The ten armored cavalrymen who were also born as cavalry slaves were also extremely angry. Led by Cheng Da Niao, they slightly deviated from the charge path and rushed to the side and front.

After cooperating with each other to knock off several Jurchen cavalrymen who were caught off guard, a smooth road appeared in front of Cheng Da Niao. When the Jurchens, who were so arrogant in the past, saw these former cavalry slaves, they retreated to both sides as if they saw ghosts.

Along this smooth road, Cheng Da Niao actually rushed to the big flag with the words "Shu Hu" written on it with five armored cavalrymen.

He swept his spear across, knocking the Jurchen flag bearer off his horse. Just as he was about to lean over to grab the flag, another person next to the flag came into his sight.

It was a rather old face, his braided hair had turned gray, his face was covered with wrinkles and dust, his fatigue was evident, but the vicious look on his face could not even be concealed by the dust.

Cheng Da Niao recognized who this person was.

He had seen this man more than once when the Jurchens whipped Han'er, more than once when Han'er's family was destroyed, and even more than once in nightmares in the middle of the night.

Cheng Da Niao has always felt that he is afraid of this person.

But at this moment, Cheng Da Niao was holding a spear, wearing heavy armor, riding a good horse, and had his companions behind him. He suddenly was not afraid anymore.

"Shuhu Ali, prepare to die!"

With a loud shout, Cheng Da Niao clamped his legs against the horse's belly, and the warhorse leaped forward like a rabbit. Taking advantage of the height and speed at this moment, he held the spear in both hands and then stabbed it suddenly.

Shuhu Ali seemed a little angry that someone dared to kill him, but perhaps because he was too tired or had just been injured, he just raised his spear and tried to block.

But how can we stop this hateful blow?

The heavy armor played a protective role. The spear that Cheng Da Niao stabbed did not kill Shuhu Ali immediately, but only knocked the spear out of his hand and knocked him off his horse.

Shuhu Ali was old and fell off his horse. He fell hard and couldn't stand up for a while.

Cheng Da Niao wielded his spear, forcing the surrounding Jurchens to retreat. As if sensing the fall of the Jiagu banner and knowing the decisive battle was imminent, the surrounding loyalist cavalry rushed to their aid. The Jurchen cavalry, who had originally intended to surround and kill Cheng Da Niao to rescue Shuhu Ali, could no longer hold out and retreated in droves.

Cheng Da Niao took advantage of a moment's break and, with his comrades, came to Shuhu Ali. Looking at the old Jurchen general slumped on the ground, he said, "When you get to the cauldron of the Eighteenth Level of Hell, remember to tell the King of Hell and the villagers you killed that it was I, Cheng Da Niao, the son of Cheng Chuibing, who killed you, Cheng Da Niao!"

Shuhu Ali had already accepted his fate, but when he heard the name Cheng Da Niao, he was suddenly shocked.

Although he learned from his loyal servant that the person who killed his son was a riding slave named Cheng Da Niao, how could he know what a slave looked like?
He had no idea that the person in front of him was Cheng Da Niao.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

"You bastard..." Shuhu Ali opened his eyes wide and was about to yell when a pair of horse hooves kicked him.

Seven armored cavalrymen of the Loyal Army, who were originally slaves, reined in their horses and surrounded them. They suddenly tightened the reins, causing their horses to stand upright, and then stomped their front hooves down heavily.

At first, there were two screams coming from under the horse's hooves, but in the end, there was only the sound of broken bones and smashed meat.

Shuhu Ali really did as he swore a few days ago, he would have no descendants and his whole family would be trampled into mud by horses.

As Jiagu Shou was captured by Zhang Baiyu himself, even the Jurchen cavalry, who had a deep hatred for him, could no longer hold on and began to collapse and retreat.

It was even faster than He Boqiu's collapse.

(End of this chapter)