The three pieces of news made Yue Fei's face become very tangled, and also made the soldiers around Yue Fei lower their heads one by one.
"The rear army is under the control of Wang Jing, and the fierce general Yang Zaixing."
At this time, a seriously injured person who was also carried down also heard these words, and his expression couldn't help but become lonely.
He was the one who was affected by the incident of Han Shunfeng hiding a girl, Yue Fei's younger brother Yue Fan.
This is a pair of happy enemies. At that time, Han Shunfu, the fifth general of the Yue family army, was so lustful that he was so bold that he kidnapped women and brought them into the military camp for their entertainment.
As a result, they happened to bump into Yang Zaixing's surprise attack on the camp. Han Shunfeng was beheaded and he was also seriously injured.
It was Zhang Xian and Wang Jing who stabilized the situation. That was also the first time he met Wang Jing, a general who was often used by his elder brother Yue Fei to stabilize the rear and escort grain and grass.
This person is so ordinary and unremarkable.
But he happened to be one of Yang Zaixing's few friends.
Because Yue Fei said that as long as Wang Jing was still alive, he didn't have to worry about his food routes being cut off, and as long as Yang Zaixing was still alive, he didn't have to worry about his charge being unable to break through the enemy's formation.
But now, for Yue Yun, one of them stayed here forever, and the other also fell.
The army continued to fight, and the bravery of the Wei army was not enough to completely reverse the situation. On this vast grassland, they defeated a cavalry force with good armor and rich experience.
This is a very scary thing.
To break the situation, apart from a desperate fight and Yue Fei's command, the last thing is needed.
That is the Yue Family Army's unique system of strong generals.
There is no army in the world that can be as fierce as the Yue Family Army.
Needless to say about Yue Fei himself, among the many generals under his command, Zhang Xian, Yue Yun, and Yang Zaixing are all expected to compete for the title of the first brave general.
In addition to the three of them, Niu Gao, Xu Qing, Dong Xian and Hu Qing, the general of the cavalry army under Liu Yu, were all in the second echelon.
After that, there are still Fu Xuan, Pang Rong, Fu Qing and Li Dao, these people are firmly in the third echelon.
The bravery of these people is the prerequisite for the Yue family's army to win every battle, attack cities and strongholds, and be invincible.
In the melee, they fell off their horses one after another, and a general named Yue Jiajun was trapped here.
And how can the remaining people let it go?
Not long ago, Yue Yun and Yang Zaixing finally met.
The heavy sledgehammer blocked Yang Zaixing's back, smashing the brains out of a golden man who wanted to sneak attack, and then protected Yang Zaixing behind him.
Looking at the stalemate on the battlefield, Yue Yun, who was so proud in his heart, finally couldn't restrain his anger and wanted to prove something.
Yang Zaixing, who was panting, was naturally the same, but he had no choice.
"Old Uncle Yang, we can't just sit back and wait for death. As the saying goes, capture the thief and capture the king. When my father made the plan, this was also the last strategy!"
"That's true, but how can this situation be so easy now? You must know that there are so many elite guards around Nahebule. If you want to capture him..."
"Old Uncle Yang, it depends on whether you can help me or not. If you are willing to help me..."
"Damn it, have you ever seen your Uncle Yang be afraid? But even if a certain family throws their heads in, I'm afraid it's not enough!"
"What if we are added!" Suddenly a sentence was interjected. On this chaotic battlefield, Wang Jing, who was usually at the back of the army, rushed to the front without knowing when.
Looking at the panic-stricken faces of Yue Yun and Yang Zaixing, they couldn't help but chuckle.
"You don't have to be so nervous. Wherever the general points, I, Wang Jing, will hit you. It's that simple!"
After he finished speaking, he asked again.
"There are still three thousand armored soldiers in our rear army. If we fight to the death, we can save Beiwei's army and send you forward.
But behind..."
"Leave it to me later, just rush over!"
At this time, Yang Zaixing also became determined, looked at Yue Yun and said, "You are brave, you want to penetrate the Mongolian army, and if you want to capture the thieves, capture the king first, then protect yourself.
After we take action, even if we die in front of you, within less than a hundred steps, you and Bei Weijun are not allowed to take action! "
Yang Zaixing's words made Yue Yun's heart tremble, and he felt a deep sense of depression, as if this battle would be extremely brutal.
"Kill!" Before Yue Yun could figure it out, the battle had already begun. Wang Jing took the lead and rushed to both sides of them with the rear sergeants behind him to protect them firmly.
Then bursts of loud shouts came from Wang Jing's mouth.
"Spear, thrust!"
"ha!"
"Army, advance!"
"drink!"
"Spear, thrust!"
"ha!"
"The army..."
Stab, advance, thrust, advance are two actions that go back and forth. Each advance is a neat big step. Each step means that more than ten or even dozens of soldiers can no longer move from the ground. climb up.
But even so, it was still a neat movement.
Horse hooves galloped and trampled around them, but every time there was an opening, the soldiers behind would rush forward to block the gap without hesitation.
Even if he would die there in the next moment.
Even though there was already a cold spear waiting for him there.
No stopping, no rest, one hundred and seventy-eight steps.
There were a total of one hundred and seventy-eight steps. Yue Yun counted them clearly. Almost three thousand people's lives were exchanged for these one hundred and seventy-eight steps.
Wang Jing used the last strength of himself and his men to send them out again for a while before falling in front of Yue Yun.
The moment he was pierced through the body, Yang Zaixing, who had been prepared for a long time, was finally a step too late. He raised his spear and roared like a wild beast.
The brave man from the Sun clan in Suledu who beheaded Wang Jing was sent to the underworld by Yang Zaixing.
The big iron spear in his hand was swung left and right. After Kou Cheng withdrew, all the cavalry were commanded by him, although his commanding ability was somewhat lacking.
But now that Wang Jing has opened a distance for him and cleared the situation, Yue Yun has told him his goal, and the only thing left is one.
charge!
The speed, constant charging, and constant fighting even made Zhang Xian, Wang Gui, Niu Gao, Xu Qing and others behind them see hope because of their charging.
After each got rid of their opponents, they used elite soldiers and horses to hold them back, and then all the troops rushed towards the gap.
Constantly tearing apart and keeping the distance between the Mongolian cavalry, it seems that it has become Yue Yun's most solid backing.
Yang Zaixing was charging, Zhang Xian and others were tearing at the rear, Yue Yun clenched his hammers, and everyone on the back of the Wei army looked solemn, waiting for the opportunity to take action.
Yang Zaixing rushed to kill Baibu, but his speed was slowed down in front of the swarming enemies.
Relying on his personal bravery, he once again charged fifty paces away, and more than half of the cavalry behind him was lost.
The beheaded Mongolian cavalry covered the ground beneath their feet.
But the emotionless Mongolian cavalry rushed over again and again, and they clashed head-on again and again, leaving Yang Zaixing injured and covered in blood.
But there are still dozens of steps away from the target of a hundred steps, and hundreds of Mongolian cavalry are surrounding them on all sides. The most important thing is that people from all directions are constantly coming to encircle and suppress them.
At this time, their goal was to unite. Looking at this scene, they were leisurely humming their Mongolian songs.
"Father is indeed very scheming. These guys really want to capture and kill my father!" Hu Lan, the fifth son of Hebule, and Xiangkunbilig, the son of his cousin Chalahai leader, were responsible for guarding Hebule.
At this time, Hu Lan was praising his father Hebule loudly, feeling that his father was indeed a god of fortune.
But Hebule just looked indifferent.
“The people of the Song Dynasty were strong because of their strong bows and crossbows, and their strong cities.
Second, they have fine armor and sharp weapons.
Third, his generals are brave and fearless of death.
The Song Dynasty has a large population. Even if one is selected from a hundred thousand, there can be dozens or hundreds of talented generals and famous generals.
This is not impossible.
In recent years, in order to compete with the Han people in the Central Plains, our warriors on the grasslands have given up completely citing Han things.
Xixia has its own writing, Jurchen has its own writing, and we will also have our own writing and inheritance.
Only with our own things can we be qualified to compete with the people in the world without being restricted by them everywhere.
We have spent thousands of years walking this road, and if the Song people want to compete with us, they can only rely on their bravery again.
It's a pity... This is a battlefield, and a brave man is useless! "
Hebule's words seemed to be commenting on the people of Song Dynasty, but his eyes were always looking at his other brother, Kunbilige.
He, An Bahai and others formed the Taichiwuti clan together, and Anbahai's Taichiwu tribe was part of the Taiyichiwuti clan. The most suitable successor died on this battlefield. above.
Hebu Le must once again train a successor for himself.
Hutula is not enough, his bravery is enough, and his ability is not enough. At the same time, he also needs to win over the powerful Taiyichiwuti clan.
Therefore, this brother he didn't like could only be brought to his side and trained immediately.
However, Hebule's idea came to nothing in the end, because the brave man he looked down upon once again created a miracle. Yang Zaixing, one person and one horse, opened the final road for Yue Yun, and then fell on the battlefield.
His body was covered with wounds, and his armor was completely scrapped.
Taking this opportunity, Yue Yun finally charged out with the most elite Beiwei army.
The distance of a hundred steps usually only took a cup of tea, but now, under the siege of the Mongols, Beiwei's army spent half of his life to walk across it in two sticks of incense.
The corpses along the way prove the tragedy of this journey.
Seeing Yue Yun getting closer and closer, Hebule grabbed the big flag beside him.
"Don't move the flag. If it does, we lose!"
Feeling deeply for Yue Yun's bravery, Hebule still couldn't flinch at all. At this time, the Taiyichiwuti family who had not reacted at all to Hebule's words thought about Kunpilige with a full face. The smile stood out.
"Look, the final battlefield has to be decided with these hands!"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Hu Lan beside him.
"Eldest nephew, be careful. If a certain family kills him, you will lead an army to cover him up.
If a certain family is killed by him, don’t think too much and take that guy your father away immediately!
If he wants face and refuses to leave, just knock him unconscious and he won't stop you.
Even your father and your fourth brother are no match for a certain family. If a certain family can't kill anyone, don't touch them!
Go get allies! "
After Kunbilge finished speaking, he snorted coldly and rushed towards Yue Yun with a big knife in hand.
One cut made a huge crack appear in the hammer covered in blood and filth, and another cut made Yue Yun's left hand bleed.
"It's really troublesome..." Looking at Yue Yun, who was covered in blood, as if he had been killed from under the Nine Netherworld, he looked at those eyes and thought Kun Bilig grinned at the corner of his mouth.
"No trouble, no trouble at all." Yue Yun slowly straightened up, "If I kill you, there won't be any trouble!"
After that, he raised the two hammers together and swung them hard, hitting the head of Xiangkun Bilig, one after another, one hammer faster than the other.
The huge strength and astonishing speed made Na Xiangkunbilig unable to stop him again and again, and could only raise his arms high.
Every collision made Yue Yun's mouth tear open, and every collision made the bright red at the corner of his mouth deepen.
Ten hammers later, there are still 1,700 people in the Wei army.
Thirty hammers, and there are 1,552 people left in the Wei army.
After a hundred hammer blows, there were less than 900 people left behind the Wei army.
No one could rush through them and disturb their major general before they were all dead.
One hundred and forty hammers, Yue Yun's arms were torn apart, the tiger's mouth was almost useless, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, one of his teeth was broken, and the two hammers were completely deformed.
And his opponent, the guy known as the fierce general of the Taiyichiwuti family, was now sitting on the horse, holding a long sword that had been completely deformed in both hands, and froze there.
Yue Yun rode his horse and walked past him. Looking at the enemy whose blood was slowly flowing out from his seven orifices, he snorted again.
"I told you, it's no trouble at all!"
