The Khitan cavalry who broke out of the gate rushed into the Han army outside the village wall. The scimitars waving by the cavalry reflected the light of torches. The Han army outside the village had no time to form a formation to resist and was almost immediately dispersed.

Wang Hengzhi didn't care about regretting the easy mobilization of the entire army to attack the Khitan camp. He held a long-handled iron knife in both hands and rushed up with his personal soldiers to meet the soldiers who could not be withdrawn. Amidst the screams one after another, the Han soldiers tried their best to muster up the courage to attack the Khitan cavalry. However, the Khitan cavalry led by Yelu Sala came and went like the wind and did not give them a chance to fight. With the long-standing horsepower, the Khitans galloped and shot arrows while rushing into the defeated soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit.

There were all the figures of the fallen Han army. Du Chujiao, Tang Qiyong and other centurions had led the soldiers to shoot arrows at the Khitan cavalry. Mo Dao hand took off the scabbard, and the heavy armored sword shield hands were closely attached to each other, ready to resist the charge of the enemy cavalry. Zhao Xingde's face was serious, with two hundred cavalry responding, and Chengying's Eighth Battalion could still protect itself, but Wang Hengzhi's more than two thousand Han army had been told here.

The most important thing is that the brigade of cavalrymen who were galloping from the west had already appeared in sight. Zhao Xingde's heart suddenly sank. The more than 500 cavalrymen were actually covered with armor, and there were more cavalrymen behind them, most of them also had armor. Anyway, it was impossible for them to be Han army. The heavy sound of hooves reminded both sides of the battlefield to turn their heads and look over.

This large group of cavalry joined the battlefield, and the balance of victory suddenly tilted. "Fight and retreat, lead the enemy to the woods, let Wang Tongdeng Ma Rui and Jian Cheng raid the enemy on the flanks, and then break away from contact." Zhao Xingde pondered. Before he had ordered, he found that the Khitan cavalry was in chaos first, and they all rushed towards the camp gate.

"The Jurchens are here!" Zhao Xingde changed his mind like a flash of lightning, changed his words and ordered: "The whole camp is on guard."

The Khitan cavalry retreated, and the Han army suddenly felt energetic. They shouted loudly and rushed to the gate of the camp. While robbing the camp with arrows, they tried hard to stop the Khitans from acting. The Khitan cavalry was eager to return to the camp, so they could only drop their bows and arrows, draw out scimitars and short sticks, and forcibly break away from the Han army's block. Many Khitan cavalry had been running for a long time and were unscathed, but in this short few breaths, they were dragged down by the Han army who fought desperately. It was in a mess, and there were entangled Khitan soldiers and Han army everywhere.

The most violent battle was in the narrow range of the Khitan Village Gate. It seemed like a whirlpool of flesh and blood. It wrapped more and more Han troops and Khitan cavalry in, throwing corpses and limbs all over the ground. The blood deeply penetrated the snow, and the flesh and snow water mixed into a red mud. The two sides fought intertwined, and even the Khitans on the wall of the village could not distinguish between enemies and us. Deputy General Yelu Shiwu stared at the area outside the gate of the city gate. He did not dare to abandon Yelu Sala outside the village, and could only look at the Jurchen cavalry slowly approaching with anxiety, helpless. Just a few months ago, Yelu Shiwu was just a ten-man commander, and now he was completely unable to deal with the chaos.

The second in commander Park Tieyan was also hugged with a Khitan soldier and rolled in the snow. Both sides lost their weapons. Park Tieyan bit the other party's neck, and blood squirted all over his face. The Khitan soldier's eyes showed fear and blood bubbles were spitting out. Park Tieyan threw him aside, found half of the spear, got up, and didn't care to look left and right, and desperately stabbed a horse beside him. He was about to throw the spear away. The Khitan soldier riding a horse heavily hit his Tianling cover with a short hammer. Park Tieyan groaned and hugged a horse's leg when he was dying. The Khitan soldier who could not escape was then pulled off by the Han army.

"Where did Han'er have the courage to attack the imperial army? He was indeed trapped by the Jurchens!" Yelu Sala felt very angry. He had lost his war horse, holding a scimitar in one hand and a shield in the other, fighting in the chaos. He looked at the gate of the village that had not been closed for a long time, and was very angry. He secretly cursed the deputy general's fifteen-year-old woman, raised his head and shouted loudly: "Close the city gate!" A thin Han army rushed up with a scimitar in both hands.

Yelu Sala had to use a round shield to block it first, then rushed to defeat him with a scimitar, and raised his head and shouted again, "Close the city gate!" "Close the city gate!" His iron helmet fell off at some point, his hair dispersed, and his personal soldiers dispersed. There were messy soldiers everywhere around him. During the fight, he used Khitan, Xi tribe and Chinese to shout loudly. Yelu 15, who was on the front of the city, did not hear the military orders of the camp envoy at the first time.

Yelu Sala rushed to the gate of the village several more steps and cut off the necks of the Han soldiers with a scimitar. Ordinary Han soldiers were far inferior to his strength and weapons. They fought in the chaos, but there was no one who could join forces. "Close the city gate!" Yelu Sala shouted again with all his strength. This time, the deputy general Yelu Shiwu finally saw it. When he saw that the camp envoy had arrived at the door, he showed a hint of joy in his eyes. Suddenly, he turned panic. The Jurchens broke into the chaos army with heavy cavalry, and a huge mace smashed towards Yelu Sala's head with a shadow.

"Close the city..." Before he finished speaking, Jelusara vomited blood and foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground. He avoided his head with instinct, but half of his shoulder was smashed to pieces. He still struggled to get up, and his vest was hit hard again. His head was deeply trapped in the red and white snow, unable to breathe or move, and people kept stepping over him. Jelusara finally thought, "Your Majesty, I have done my best." Then he ascended into the white heaven of immortality.

The Jurchen cavalry wearing armor and war horse harnesses weighed more than 100 kilograms. They didn't care about the difference between the Han and Khitans in the fight. While rushing towards the gate, they used maces and heavy iron sticks to fight around. Although the heavy armored cavalry attacked, the speed was far less than that of the Khitan cavalry, the weapons of the Khitan soldiers and the Han army were difficult to penetrate this layer of heavy armor. The three heavy cavalry teams had a great momentum. The Khitan cavalry and Han army blockers along the way were invincible, either being stepped on the horse or falling.

He stumbled and fell to the ground. Before Yelu Shiwu could close the gate, he was rushed into the gate by these heavy cavalry like towers. Once the village was broken, the Jurchen cavalry rushed in. In addition to leaving more than 200 cavalry guards, the Chengying Camp, which was still in full force, the other Jurchen cavalry rushed into the village. Some galloped around in the open space, and some jumped off their war horses to search for the houses, and they killed them as soon as they saw people. For a moment, the old, weak, women and children were panicked and crying everywhere.

Yelu 15 led more than 200 Khitan soldiers to resist on the wall of the village, and fewer and fewer people around him. The resistance continued to say that the Jurchen soldiers covered in heavy armor climbed onto the wall of the village. These enemies were covered with iron armor that was hard to cut into, and their strength was amazing. Many warriors died in futile resistance. Yelu 15 was a hero among the Khitans and killed two Jurchens. His eyes were covered with blood. From the beginning of the Han army to the present, he had exhausted his last strength. A tall Jurchen man finally came up and knocked off his shield and scimitar with a wide iron knife.

At the last moment, Yelu Shiwu was no longer afraid. He recalled the words when he went to war from Shangjing: "Your Majesty, I should live and die with this village!" He looked at the emotionless eyes under the iron helmet calmly until he slashed his neck with an iron knife. Yelu Shiwu saw his headless body, and blood splashed out. "Your Majesty, I should live and die with this village!!"

Outside the Khitan village, Zhao Xingde and Chengying Camp were confronting the Jurchen cavalry. During this period, Wang Heng saw that the momentum was wrong, and quickly gathered more than a thousand remaining Han troops to form a formation to connect with Chengying Camp. Zhao Xingde whispered to Wang Hengzhi's plan: If the Jurchens were enemies but not friends, then resisted, and leaned against the forest where the cavalry led by Wang Tongdeng and blocked it with ambush for a while. The cavalry could not fight with the enemy for long. These infantry could no longer retreat along the road when they came, and could only escape in the mountains that were not conducive to the cavalry's galloping. In the end, how many people could return to the village would be left to fate.

Wang Hengzhi's face was gray. This time, the Han army had already lost half of the troops. Although the Chengying soldiers under Zhao Xingde did not sacrifice themselves to the city like the Han army, only more than 200 archers caused a large number of casualties to the Khitans, and two hundred cavalrymen were still ambushed. Wang Hengzhi was also from a general and knew that such a way of fighting was the right way for military strategists. His lips moved, and finally he agreed to Zhao Xingde's arrangement with Shen.

"According to this style of fighting, even if the Han army fights all the battles, it will not change the situation in Liaodong. What can more than a thousand soldiers in Chengying Camp do?" Zhao Xingde's face was unkind, not only for the hostile and powerful Jurchen cavalry on the opposite side, but also for the situation and combat effectiveness of the Han army. He felt very inappropriate. Just when the two armies were at a strife, Zhao Xingde was distracted again.
Chapter completed!