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

Chapter 198 Wuyang's cowardly smile
Wanyan Mougui in the southernmost part was already confused.

He originally wanted to defeat the light spear soldiers holding the big flag with the word "Pang" on it, but he didn't expect that this group of people had a stronger desire to attack than him. Three hundred spear soldiers formed a small square formation of fifty people and chased the cavalry.

These elite soldiers from the Central Army of the Loyal Army were well-trained and extremely courageous, giving people the impression that they had no idea how to write the word "fear".

The Jin army's armored cavalry were also elite. When they saw the light soldiers with spears taking the initiative to attack, their first reaction was shock, and their second reaction was "I don't believe they are so fierce, I have to try it."

Then, more than twenty Jin cavalrymen were blocked by two teams of light soldiers who were jogging while trying to go around to the side.

Under the simultaneous stabbing of nearly a hundred long spears, none of the more than twenty armored cavalrymen could escape and were directly strangled to death in the formation.

However, when Wanyan Mougui tried to use his cavalry's specialty, horseback archery, he found that the terrain surrounded by mountains and rivers was too difficult, especially being sandwiched between the chariot formation and the gun formation. The Jin army's maneuvering space was too narrow.

It seems that apart from retreating or breaking through the gun array head-on, the remaining options are jumping into the Yishui River or climbing the mountains.

What made Wanyan Mougui even more panic was that he had sent two military envoys in succession to inform his immediate superior, Si Tu Shan Zhang, of the situation here, but not only did they not receive reinforcements or military orders, even the two military envoys disappeared without a trace and never returned.

Wanyan Mougui couldn't help but think about it.

If the Zhongyi Army can ambush an infantry unit in the south, wouldn’t they be able to ambush another one in the rear of the Wuxing Army in the north?

If that's the case, wouldn't it be like a mouse entering a bellows, blocking both ends?
"General, what should we do?"

Facing Puliyan's anxious questioning, Wanyan Mougui was silent for a moment and then said, "What do you think?"

Puliyan wiped the sweat from his forehead, mixing it with the dust, and successfully painted his face into a large tabby cat. "General, retreat or attack, it's all fine, but please make a quick decision while there's still room for maneuver!"

Wanyan Mougui forced himself to calm down. "The loyal thieves were well prepared. We've sprained our ankle this time. General Tushan's plan is likely to fail. There won't be any defeated troops for us to pursue! Retreat! Reunite with General Tushan!"

The Jin cavalry fought and retreated. Although they did not retreat in a mass, the weakening of their offensive quickly caught the attention of Pang Rugui's troops.

"Pangtou, the Jin bandits are retreating! They're going to join up with the main force and attack the Commander!"

Youdutou said loudly.

Before the captain could ask, Pang Rugui sneered, "Do you think I'm a whore with her legs spread wide open? You come when you want, and leave when you want! Follow them. The Jin thieves want to retreat, but I won't let them have their way!"

"Line up!"

"Follow the flag north!"

"To the north!"

“Eat and serve…eat and serve…”

Three hundred elite soldiers from the central army rushed forward, giving people the illusion that light soldiers with spears were chasing armored cavalry.

On the small slope on the northernmost side, Zhu Tianshou finally regained his consciousness.

He looked around the battlefield in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He watched helplessly as the armored cavalry battle erupted south of the chariot formation. Both sides fought to the death, the battlefield like a giant meat grinder, turning the mighty knights into pools of pulp. Blood, armor, robes, and weapons mingled together, then ground and smeared on the ground, blending with the yellow earth into a strange purple-black color.

He watched helplessly again as a hundred light soldiers of the Loyal Army rushed out of the chariot formation to join the battle without regard for their lives. They ignored being trampled by the galloping war horses and desperately pulled the Jin army's armored cavalry who had lost their speed off their horses, threw them to the ground, and stabbed them to death with daggers.

Finally, he saw behind him some light soldiers holding long spears coming from the north, shouting incomprehensible slogans, cheering for the upcoming victory, and forming neat ranks, firmly joining the battlefield.

After facing all of this, Zhu Tianshou finally couldn't bear it anymore. A huge fear replaced the panic and confusion, filling his heart. "Ah!!! Go!!! Go back to the village!!!"

Zhu Tianshou screamed miserably, and in the stunned eyes of the surrounding farmers, he turned his horse and fled north.

It should be said that Zhu Sanlang does have some battlefield awareness.

Just half an incense stick after he escaped from the encirclement along the Yishui River, at a command from Wang Xiongyi, five hundred light soldiers with spears who had fought their way out of the hilly paths in the north formed a large horizontal formation on the official road and pushed towards the central battle group together.

In the fight between armored cavalry and knights, the desperate melee was about to decide the outcome.

Both sides were wearing heavy armor and holding heavy weapons. In just a moment, their strength was almost exhausted. At this moment, it was undoubtedly whoever could hold on to the end, whoever could harden their heart and sacrifice their life first, would be able to touch the skirt of the goddess of victory.

As Liu Huai's personal guard, Chen Wenben naturally followed Liu Huai's side. Soldier against soldier, general against general. As Liu Huai fought Tu Shanzhang, he naturally wanted to fight Tu Shanzhang's personal guards as well.

He swung the iron mace in his right hand vigorously, making a strange humming sound as it flew through the air, and hit a Jin soldier's forehead hard. Before Chen Wenben had time to be happy, he felt a gust of wind from the side, and saw a yellow object hitting his face horizontally from the corner of his eye. Without thinking too much, he raised the leather round shield with his left hand and took the blow.

Originally, swinging the iron mace required the use of all one's strength, and the body tilted to the right. Although the attack was blocked by the shield, Chen Wenben felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and his left foot could not hook the stirrup, and he fell off the horse.

What was even more tragic was that Chen Liulang's right foot was caught in the stirrup. The warhorse seemed frightened and ran forward, dragging him forward directly.

Horse hooves trampled on him from all sides, and weapons or knights fell in front of Chen Wenben from time to time, but he had no time to dodge or observe. His face was right on the ground, and after being dragged and eating two mouthfuls of yellow earth, Chen Wenben had to throw away his iron mace and shield, protect his head with his arms, and kick hard, kicking the stirrup hanging on his right foot away. After rolling on the ground for several circles, he finally stopped.

But Chen Wenben had no time to stand up, or even to observe the surrounding situation, before he heard fierce shouts and cries of killing from both the front and the back, and the sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out like thunder.

This should be that both sides gathered a dozen or so riders, then they noticed each other and suddenly launched an attack at the same time.

Chen Wenben could only protect his head and face once more, rolling sideways repeatedly, letting the screams, the sounds of broken bones, and the thud of heavy objects falling fill his ears.

After rolling for more than ten steps, Chen Wenben felt that he was really lucky. In this huge battle between armored cavalry, he was not trampled to death by the warhorse.

It is beneficial to recite Buddhist scriptures on a daily basis.

However, the next moment, he touched his body and suddenly found that his helmet had fallen off as he was dragged by the warhorse. Not to mention the iron mace and shield, even the dagger on his waist was nowhere to be found.

In a battlefield like this, what's the difference between going in with bare hands and seeking death?
Damn Buddha! I burned incense and prayed to you for nothing!

Chen Wenben turned over and stood up, just as he was about to find a weapon on the chaotic battlefield, he immediately heard a familiar roar from a few steps away.

"Hahaha! Round 18!"

Chen Wenben turned around and saw his commander swinging a long sword, smashing towards the mighty Jin army in front of him as if he was hammering a stubborn nail.

The mighty Jin soldier raised his axe, gritted his teeth, and used the middle part of the axe to take the blow.

The Jin soldier seemed to be the enemy chief Tu Danzhang in this battle.

Chen Wenben's mind moved, and without even a moment's hesitation, he rushed forward with his bare hands and suddenly grabbed Tu Danzhang's belt.

"Come down!"

　Fuck Lingxuzi!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)