As soon as the Song man fell to the ground, Monk Wanyan Chen arrived. He originally wanted to slash his neck with the sword, but since his opponent was dead, he saved some energy. Following the momentum of the impact, he continued to move his horse forward, and the huge iron hoofs of the war horse stepped on the corpse, making a dull sound.
While the war horse crossed the dead man, Monk Wanyan Chen continued to give the order: "Follow me, rush to the end of the pond, and then circle around."
Most of the Jin army was composed of Han people, especially those from Hebei and the Central Plains. Therefore, Monk Wanyan Chen not only speaks fluent Chinese, but also has an accent from the Central Plains of Hebei Province. Even though the cavalry under his command come from many tribes and do not understand each other's tribes' languages, they can all understand Chinese.
At this time, this shout attracted special attention.
Under the slope on the east side of Pitang, near the continuous mud and shrubs, there were several Song soldiers lying on their stomachs or lying in various directions. They all had serious injuries on their bodies, some were missing arms, some had arrows in their backs, and they were bleeding profusely. When the first two waves of Zhijun cavalry rushed over, they were completely motionless, and they were obviously dead.
But just when Monk Wanyan Chen was giving orders and everyone was shouting and responding, the body was suddenly pushed away, and someone suddenly rose up from the bushes below.
The Naiman man was the most astute. He shouted and touched the shield on his back with his backhand. However, the shield was tied with a leather tape and could not be taken off in a hurry. Seven or eight Song soldiers had already rushed up like leopards hunting for prey. Some people threw their throwing spears and daggers halfway.
The Naiman man only had time to suddenly put his left arm over his forehead to protect his head and face. As a result, a spear pierced the side of his horse under his crotch. Through the saddle pads hanging down from the left and right sides of the saddle, the tip of the spear should not have penetrated deeply, but it was enough to startle the horse, causing it to jump wildly and throwing 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 his horse with all his strength, using the horse as cover, but a dagger still flew past his face, cutting off Fan Yangli's belt and tearing a bloody gash on the side of his cheekbone.
Monk Wanyan Chen's favorite war horse was pierced in the neck by a short spear. The horse whined softly, twisted its neck to the other side, and fell to its front knees. Monk Wanyan Chen caught the moment when the horse rolled over, used his spear to support the ground, used the force to throw off his right stirrup, and rolled twice on the ground.
When he was about to get up, before he could raise his head, the soldier running to protect him was hit by an arrow in the face and fell down screaming.
At such a close distance, first throw the weapon and think that the round is over; then shoot the arrow, whoever takes the lead will die! What a destructive trick is this? What’s even more terrifying is that when you shoot an arrow while running, you can still shoot it so accurately, and you can take out the door with just one arrow?
Monk Wanyan Chen felt a chill in his heart.
The weakness of the Song people was generally recognized as a fact by the Jin people, and it was also the result of the confidence accumulated from many battle victories over the decades. This time the Jin army went south, the Shouchun Song army did not dare to fight in the field, and all the small towns and villages along the way were defeated by the Jin army, which made Monk Wanyan Chen convinced of this.
But bragging is one thing, fighting in battle is another. Experienced soldiers privately admitted that the Song people were mainly lacking in the ability of their generals to look forward and backward, and more seriously lacked the experience of coordinated fighting and field battles with large armies. However, among the lower-level soldiers of the Song people, there were good martial arts masters! They also have the courage to fight!
A group of Song people are here, right?
They are deliberately risking their lives and are here to ambush our general!
Monk Wanyan Chen pressed the ground with one hand and rolled half a circle. His legs suddenly shrank and he got out of the way of a Song soldier's flying slash. Then he kicked up and kicked the soldier flying away. With the force of the kick, he continued to roll and dodged another maza knife that was thrust straight into the ground.
When he finally got up, two more Song soldiers swung their swords at Bo's face.
The sharp cold light made Monk Wanyan Chen's eyes shed tears. He shouted loudly and danced his swords to fight.
Even if one can defeat ten or a hundred powerful generals, it is impossible to retreat and flee while resisting the attacks of many people. At this moment, of course, the only way is to fight desperately in close combat, stabilize the position first, and then fight and retreat!
Monk Wanyan Chen fought desperately.
Blocking, slashing, blocking again, and thrusting again, in just two breaths, there were several cycles of attack and defense. His two daggers accurately blocked the incoming Mazha knives. Every time the blades crossed, they screamed. The sound of teeth grinding and metal clanking.
The Mazha knife was much heavier than the short sword, and it made a violent sound when it was swung. Monk Wanyan Chen used all his strength every time he blocked it. He felt that his physical strength was exhausted a bit quickly, but at this time he could only hold on.
On his third breath, he seized an opportunity. The Song soldier directly opposite rushed up from the silt field to the high ground and continued to fight. His physical strength was much more consumed than Monk Wanyan Chen. He was still very old and very thin, and was far from as strong as Monk Wanyan Chen!
"kill!"
Monk Wanyan Chen held the handle of the knife in his right hand, stepped forward, and stabbed with force from his back. When the blade passes through the rough armor stomach, it feels like passing through the shortbread that the Qiang people love to eat. It wasn't until the tip of the knife penetrated deeply into his body that he felt his hand suddenly stagnate, then loosen.
The force was so strong that the entire short knife penetrated Song Bing's body, and the tip of the knife came out from his vest.
The blade of the short sword was not big enough to cover the gushing blood. Hot blood sprayed on the back of Monk Wanyan Chen's hand, sticky and slippery.
When the Song soldier fell on his back, Monk Wanyan Chen let go of the hand holding the knife and stepped back.
The third, fourth and fifth Song soldiers rushed forward. These people are all brave men. In their eyes, Monk Wanyan Chen lacks the weapon in his right hand, which is an opportunity!
Their sharp shouts attracted the attention of the Song archers further away, and dozens of arrows were thrown towards them.
But the Song people had no chance. The Yi cavalry who rushed to the front of Tangpi had already turned back and began to sweep away the ambushed archers in the lower areas. The arrows falling in the air immediately became sparse. The cavalry from the rear team rushed up to cover Monk Wanyan Chen.
Several Qiang, Naiman or Uighur people shouted in various accents: "Get on my horse!"
More knights rushed up and slashed with swords, killing all the Song people who were attacking.
The last Song soldier was wounded in many places, one of his arms flew off, his stomach was stabbed, and there was a huge gaping wound. But he seemed to have lost the feeling of pain and did not know that he would die. He just continued to charge in the direction of Monk Wanyan Chen step by step.
"The golden dog has no faith and is invading our territory! Dog thief!" His eyes were about to burst into flames as he rushed and shouted.
A knight next to him was afraid that Monk Wanyan Chen would be unhappy, so he hurriedly slashed a few more times.
The more anxious he was, the harder it was for him to exert force. After a few blows, Song Bing's face and neck were bloody and bloody.
He was still shouting, but his voice was muffled. Every time he screamed, blood and foam spurted out from his neck. It wasn't until Monk Wanyan Chen changed his horse and looked down that he staggered and fell down. The anger remained in his eyes until his death.
Monk Wanyan Chen chuckled twice.
At a certain moment just now, he suddenly understood the source of the strange feeling he had had since going south.
The eyes of these Song people looking at Monk Wanyan Chen were the same as the way Monk Wanyan Chen glared at the Mongolian knights back then. There was not only hatred, but also sadness, anger, and unwillingness. The eyes of the Mongolian who looked at Monk Wanyan Chen back then were filled with the greed and murderousness of a barbarian.
In the eyes of these Song people, is it possible that I, Dajin, am a greedy and murderous barbarian?
Ordinarily this does not make sense. I inherited the system of the Han and Tang Dynasties and established my own orthodoxy in the Central Plains. The strategy of going south was to fight against rebellion with good things... But this time I went south to plunder, and what kind of "righteousness" is plundering?
Monk Wanyan Chen shook his head violently.
Come on, come on, I can no longer believe these words, nor can I think about these principles in detail. Monk Wanyan Chen regretted a little, feeling that he shouldn't have read those Han'er books, so that now he doesn't know what he can believe.
Just now, he angrily rebuked a Song prisoner, telling him that the Jurchens were also well-read in scriptures and history, and knew the principles of loyalty to the emperor and serving the country. The question is, where is the "jun" he was supposed to be loyal to back then? If you run out of nowhere, is it considered "loyal"?
There are too many things that I don’t understand. Anyway, the principles in this world are the same as the current situation, everything is out of order. Only the swords and guns are his own, and only the cold weapons are trustworthy.
Monk Wanyan Chen raised his head, saw people surrounding him, and said quickly: "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 general shook his head calmly and said: "Retreat the troops."
