The goods promised by Yang Lin were fragile items such as porcelain. The Jurchen soldiers and horses heading north to return to their hometown were the slowest. They had just arrived at the foot of Niulan Mountain in Shunzhou after marching for so long.

They swept away Youyan's horses, and even donkey carts and ox carts were used, but they could not carry so much goods.

The generosity of the Song people has become a source of ridicule for them. They all laugh at the Song people for being cowardly and not daring to fight, so they only know how to negotiate for peace. It is said that every year they spend money to buy the Liao people not to go south.

Like a kitten, I didn't expect it to have such power over the Song Dynasty.

These exquisite porcelains and silks were more gorgeous and beautiful than they had ever seen before. The Jurchens could already imagine what the eyes of the country bumpkins in the tribe who had never seen the splendor of the south would look like after they were shipped back.

For these Jurchen Tatars deep in the mountains, the Khitan city was already prosperous enough, and they did not expect that they would not know that there was another world until they arrived at Youyan. No wonder Zong Han and the two kings have been going south. It is said that after passing Yanjing Mansion, then

The Song Dynasty was truly magnificent and romantic, like a fairyland.

One day, we, true sons and daughters, must fight over and enjoy it.

At sunset, with the setting sun still lingering and the half-curved crescent moon already appearing in the sky, the Jurchens stopped to bury the pot and cook.

Suddenly, Nirenma, the leader of the Jurchen Tatars, moved his ears. His face changed and he quickly put his ears to the ground. He jumped up and shouted loudly: "There is a large group of people, they are cavalry!"

This group of Tatars was small, only about 500 people. After all, they were only responsible for transportation. After hearing the noise, these people did not panic and pulled out their scimitars. A Jurchen soldier put his finger in his mouth and whistled.

The horses came running.

The Jurchen soldiers got on their horses, rode to a high place, and shouted loudly: "It's Song soldiers! Song soldiers from the brigade!"

As soon as he finished speaking, forty or fifty feather arrows were shot in his face, knocking him off his horse and killing him instantly.

Wang Zhen had nearly two thousand people under his command. Yang Lin's performance was so good and so real, and everything he gave was so sincere that the Jurchens were completely unprepared.

This sudden attack was a complete hasty response, and many people were shot to death by arrows before they even had time to mount their horses and put on their armor.

Nirenma looked up to the sky and howled, put the armor on her body, grabbed the heavy ax in her hand, and turned on her horse in one go.

Wang Zhen rode in the lead, and Nirenma swung his heavy ax and struck him in the face. Wang Zhen raised his gun to block it, his mouth was numb, and he secretly sighed at the great strength of this Tatar.

Nirenma continued to swing his heavy ax, without any pause or even faster than before. Suddenly, a spear penetrated the animal armor and plunged deeply into his thigh. It turned out that a Song soldier came to support him. Nirenma was miserable.

He screamed, grabbed the spear shaft tightly, and with one mistake of force, the spear shaft, which was as thick as a duck egg, was broken.

This Tatar was really fierce. He pulled out the bloody broken spear, waved the half-broken spear with one hand, and wielded the heavy ax with the other hand and continued to charge forward! Seeing that he killed two people in a row, Wang Xunqiu pierced his chest with a shot at the right time.

Turning the spear in her hand and pulling it out from his flesh and blood, Nirenma raised her head and bared her teeth, roaring, and suddenly fell off her horse.

At this time, many of the Jurchen soldiers were not wearing armor, but no one retreated, and they fought desperately with red eyes.

In vain, the endless fighting spirit arose in Wang Zhen's heart. This group of people was in such a desperate situation. How could they try to kill Wang Zhen? He waved his bloody spear and roared into the crowd. Tonight was just a head-to-head confrontation, a life for a life.

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After a bloody battle, almost no intact bodies were lying in a mess on the roadside.

There were still hundreds of knights on Wang Zhen's side, but the Jurchens were down to the last one. The advantage in numbers and the tactics of surprise attacks made the Song people invincible.

The last Jurchen was also the general leading Muke. His horse had been stabbed to death long ago, and he stood there alone, covered in blood.

Two Song cavalry came running with their spears across. The Jurchen general yelled and raised his sword, but he was hit in the chest by two spears. With the power of his horse, he was pushed against the big tree behind him, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Come.

Seeing this, Wang Chen threw away the broken spear, held it in his hand and threw it with all his strength. The Jurchen general was nailed to the tree, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he actually refused to rest in peace.

Wang Xun dismounted, breathing heavily. He said that the Jurchens fought fiercely, but he didn't expect that the Jurchens were so brave. This time, he had the mentality of easily destroying them, and thought that Shaozai ordered him to do this job.

He looked down on himself a little, but now he realized that it was Shao Zai who thought highly of him.

There were already small soldiers, who began to collect the corpses of their comrades. The battle was extremely brutal, and the corpses were all mutilated.

Wang Zhen stood up and opened a carriage. He saw that it was covered with silk and he quickly covered it to prevent it from being stained with blood.

The soldiers stretched their heads to peek, and Wang Zhen laughed and scolded: "You thieves, please don't take any chances with these things. However, the Young Master has an order. The property that the Jurchen Tatars plundered in Youyan belongs to everyone."

. Let’s collect the bodies of the Tatars and hand over all the things we found. Some of them will be given to the relatives of the dead brothers, and the rest will be divided among everyone.”

Everyone cheered immediately. The Tatars had been causing trouble in Youyan for so long. Everyone's arms were bulging, and they didn't know how many good things they had hidden.

Wang Zhen walked to the tree, where his broken spear was still nailed to Tatar's body. The spear head was a good thing, so naturally he couldn't bear to throw it away. After pulling it out, Tatar's breastplate was wide open and scattered on the ground.

property.

Wang Zhen didn't pay attention at first. After taking a look, he poked around with a broken gun. There were several Han women's intimate clothes used to wrap jewelry, gold and silver hairpins. One of the expensive earrings had a small piece of earlobe on it.

After thinking about it for a moment, he realized what was going on. Wang Zhen originally admired the bravery of these bird Tatars, but now he was only filled with resentment.

He raised the tip of his spear, took the Tatar's knife into his hand, and slashed at his crotch. The soldiers searching around him all looked at him in astonishment, wondering what the madness of Commander Wang was.

The sun had completely set and the sky was gradually getting dark. Wang Zhen led his troops and rushed back to the camp. Driving carts of goods, the road was not smooth, and the lit torches quickly turned into a long queue.

At the same time, Zongze had already led his troops to chase the Jurchen soldiers and horses transporting equipment. These people moved slower, but they were not far enough away from the large Jurchen army.

He had to wait until the large army was ambushed by Yao Pingzhong and Shaozai's plan was realized before he attacked these lone people. Zongze was like a patient hunter, always active around the border of Youyan, and sent out Qingqi sentries to keep a close eye on them.

, watching silently, ready for a fatal blow at any time.

In these seemingly peaceful days, Wanyan Wu's begging army has left Youyan and entered the Xijing Road of Daliao. The Nanjing Road has the ten states of Youyan, but the Xijing Road has Yunzhou and other six states. These

Together with Youyan, this place was once the Ping vassal of the Han family. It protected the Han people in the past dynasties from the invasion of grassland aliens. Unfortunately, it was later ceded to the Khitan by Shi Jingtang, the son-emperor, and it has not been taken back yet.

As they marched, Wanyan Wu Qimai's chest discomfort became more and more serious. Even with his iron-clad body, he could no longer stand it.

He clutched his chest, looked pale, and asked, "Where is the place ahead?"
Chapter completed!