As the sky gradually brightened, the morning breeze blew across the mountains outside of Linzhou City. The cold and gloomy wind was high, slow, and distant. In the air, it gave off a feeling that no one should approach.
It was as if this spring had not shown any friendliness to the human world.
Streaks of smoke and clusters of defeated soldiers spread across the mountains and hills. In the fallow fields and beside the roads, the blood that had once flowed had already solidified. Corpses were strewn all over the ground. A hot air balloon covered a corner of the field, and the fire had burned a cart into an ice-cold frame.
The silhouettes of the Han soldiers appeared. Two of them crawled forward and began to search the corpses for valuables and rations. When they arrived at the edge of the forest, one of them was startled by something and squatted down. He listened to the sound of the wind in the distance with his heart palpitating.
"… Zhu Biao is dead! Zhu Biao is dead … "Someone gathered in the forest and shouted this. After a while, someone shouted again," Ning Yi is dead! Ning Yi is dead … "
Not long after, more noises and voices could be heard. The two groups of people were fighting in the woods. The sounds of fighting were getting closer and closer to the forest. The two Han soldiers who were searching the corpses looked at each other with pale faces. Then, one of them turned and ran!
The other person also turned around and ran. There were figures running out of the forest. They were soldiers who had thrown away their armor. Ten, twenty … they only held weapons in their hands as they ran for their lives. There were figures chasing them out of the forest. More than ten figures stopped at the edge of the forest. In the wilderness, fifty to sixty people were still running for their lives in different directions.
The figures at the edge of the forest held onto the tree trunks and gasped for breath in exhaustion. Not long after, they got up and headed north. One of them was holding a black flag in his hand.
Almost half of Linzhou City had been burnt black by the flames. The west, north, and east sides of Linzhou City all had traces of large-scale defeated soldiers. When the reinforcements from the west appeared in the distance, the thousands of Jurchen soldiers who had been separated from their main force and gathered in Linzhou City slowly reacted. They tried to gather and stop the reinforcements.
Under Wang Juyun's command, the Wisdom King's army charged into the city at high speed. Fierce fighting spread in the streets of the city. At this time, the Jurchen general Ali Bai was still in the city, trying his best to organize a resistance. With the arrival of the Wisdom King's army, he gathered more than two thousand Jurchen soldiers in the northeast side of the city and the thousands of Han soldiers inside and outside the city.
Wang Juyun rode his horse and led most of the troops to the north of the city. He looked at the surrounding walls, the battlefield, and the scene of the battle near and far. He frowned. In the end, the old man, who has always been calm and dignified, opened his mouth: "Seventh … … Ninth … … Why did they fight like this
Shu Su attacked the city at noon on the seventh, and it was only the morning of the ninth. it was now. and the battlefield was filled with the traces of fighting.
He then learned what had happened from the wounded he had rescued. In the wee hours of the morning, the Huaxia army launched a counterattack against the Jurchens who were fiercely attacking the city. Nearly twenty thousand soldiers staked everything on a single throw towards Shu Liesu, who was in the center of the battlefield. Shu Liesu also launched a tenacious resistance. After fighting for more than two hours, the main force of the Huaxia army led by Zhu Biao and the others fought fiercely against the Jurchens led by Shu Liesu as they turned to the northeast of the battlefield. Along the way, one army after another tangled with each other.
Of course, it was also possible that the battle had already ended in a place that Linzhou City couldn't see.
The wounded Huaxia soldiers who had been severely injured on the battlefield still tried their best to get up and join the ranks of the battle. Wang Juyun watched them coldly for a moment, then ordered his men to carry the wounded away. The Wisdom King's army then chased northeast. The Chinese, the Jurchens, and the defeated Han soldiers were still engaged in a fierce battle on the long journey ahead of them …
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Ten miles north of Linzhou, in the Wild Mushroom Ridge, the large-scale fighting continued under the gloomy sky. More than half of the snow on this barren mountain had melted, and the slopes were covered in mud. In total, there were more than four thousand soldiers fighting on the slopes. The soldiers with shields rolled to the ground along with the enemies in the collision. They picked up their weapons and slashed with all their might.
Someone roared hoarsely, "Shu Su is dead! Shu Su is dead … "This was in the Jurchen language, but it didn't seem to be very effective. A Jurchen soldier wearing leather armor and felt hats hooked his bowstring with his fingers and shouted in the crimson sky. His fingers were already dripping with blood from the continuous fighting.
Even so, he was still able to draw the bowstring to its fullest. When he let go, blood and flesh splattered in the air. A figure in front of him rushed forward and stabbed a steel knife into his stomach. The arrow flew across the sky and flew toward the tattered black flag above the slope.
The area around the black flag was also the place where the fighting was the most intense. People were fighting and clashing in the mud. Zhu Biao grabbed the large saber that he had casually snatched and swung it wildly. Every time he swung the saber, he would cut down an enemy. His body was already covered in blood. Arrows flew over and pierced into his armor. Zhu Biao kicked the Jurchen man in front of him away and pulled out the blood-stained arrow. A Jurchen soldier on his left suddenly leaped over and grabbed onto his arm while slashing down with the saber in his other hand.
Zhu Biao pounced forward and knocked the Jurchen soldier into the mud. The two of them exchanged a few punches, and Zhu Biao jumped up with a loud roar. The arrow in his hand pierced into the Jurchen soldier's neck, and he pulled it out again. Blood spurted out of the wound for a long time.
His comrades came over from the side. Zhu Biao picked up a large shield and shouted, "Follow me and kill — —"
The battlefield was spreading. In the forest three miles away, Guan Sheng led over a thousand people forward. In front of them, the Jurchen soldiers were killing their way over from different directions. Guan Sheng pulled on the scout's clothes and asked, "Where is Shu Su? Where is he? "
The scout could not answer. He was covered in blood and had two arrows in his back. His legs were trembling, but he still stood with difficulty. Guan Sheng let go of him, "Forget it, go and heal your wounds first … … the rest of you, follow me and kill — —"
The injured and tired soldiers did not have much to answer. Some raised their shields, some picked up their crossbows and nocked them.
"Today, either they die … … or we live! Haha. "Guan Sheng felt that he had said a joke. He waved his hand and raised his knife.
Not long after, they came out of the forest.
… …
Xu Ning climbed out of the pile of corpses and touched the blood on his eyes with difficulty.
He felt a sharp pain in his left leg. He used the handle of his handgun to support himself and stood up. He knew that the bones in his calf were broken.
His vision was still swaying, and the corpses were everywhere. Not far away, a figure was walking over. He saw Xu Ning and was slightly stunned, but he still walked forward.
It was a Jurchen veteran covered in blood. When he saw Xu Ning, he bent down and picked up a steel saber from the ground, then walked towards a horse not far from him.
The Jurchen soldier slowly climbed onto the war horse.
Xu Ning staggered forward a step. He bent down and used his handgun to push the scythe spear away and grabbed the end of the spear.
The Jurchen soldier lay on the war horse and panted for a moment. Then, the war horse started to run. The knife light from the long knife rose and fell as it ran, slowly rising into the air.
Xu Ning's eyes were cold. He took a deep breath and pointed the scythe spear in front of him. His body did not move. The war horse galloped over.
The Jurchen soldier slashed and the war horse leaped. The tip of the scythe spear jumped up from the ground as if it had a life of its own. Xu Ning fell to the side. The scythe spear slashed across the war horse's thigh and hooked onto the war horse's abdomen. With a long neigh, the war horse and the Jurchen soldier fell to the ground. Xu Ning's body also spun as he was sent flying.
The battle horse's several hundred jin body rolled a few times on the ground. Fresh blood dyed the ground red. Half of the Female Enlightened Master's body was pressed under the battle horse. Xu Ning dragged his scythe spear and slowly climbed up from the ground.
He walked forward with difficulty. The Jurchen soldier opened his eyes and saw a face that was almost dyed red with blood. The scythe spear tip was placed on his neck. The Jurchen soldier struggled a few times and reached out to touch the knife. However, he did not manage to touch it in the end. He reached out to grab the spear tip.
Xu Ning pressed the spear tip down and his entire body was placed on the spear shaft.
Soon, he used a wooden stick to fix his broken leg and climbed onto a war horse. He slowly chased towards the wilderness ahead.
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In the dense forest, footsteps could be heard coming from different directions.
In the dilapidated temple, a dozen injured soldiers heard the footsteps and raised their weapons. The injured veteran soldier pushed the young soldier and told him to leave. The young Chinese soldier shook his head.
The battlefield was a place where life and death were used to temper people. In close combat, all of one's spirit and strength would be gathered in a single strike. An ordinary person would only need to swing a few times to be completely exhausted. However, the veteran soldiers who had experienced countless life and death situations were able to squeeze out all of their strength for the sake of survival.
The young soldier had not gone through many trials and was not afraid of death. However, he was already exhausted and was instead burdened by his comrades. He felt ashamed and was unwilling to leave.
The Jurchen soldiers came from different directions. The young soldier raised his crossbow and shot the first round of arrows with the injured soldiers around him. A few of the Jurchen elites outside fell and began to hide. More and more people rushed over. Fire arrows flew towards the dilapidated temple.
The veterans tried to stand up but fell under the rain of arrows and flames. The young soldier picked up his knife and rushed out of the temple.
He was hit by two arrows, but he still shouted and rushed forward. A spear pierced through his abdomen. Then, a Jurchen general appeared in front of him.
Shu Liesu strode forward and cut open the soldier's neck. His gaze was stern and fierce. After a while, a scout came over. Shu Liesu threw away the map in his hand and said, "You found Suo Tuo Hu?! Where did he go?! Ask him to come and meet me — "
At this moment, Suo Tuo Hu was leading the largest force of the Jurchen and fighting with the troops of Qin Ming, Huyan Zhuo, Shi Guangen, and the others several miles away.
In this morning's fierce battle, most of the Jin soldiers under Shi Guangen's command had left the group. However, he brought dozens of his direct subordinates and followed Huyan Zhuo and the others to fight. Even though he was injured, he did not retreat from the battlefield.
"Hahaha, this is great …" After killing a small group of Jurchen who were left alone, Shi Guangen stopped in the middle of the fierce battle and looked around. "Tell me, where is Shu Liesu! Did we really kill him … Damn it, I don't care. I've been a soldier for so many years and I've never felt so happy. Brothers, today we will all die here — "
He rushed forward with a group of brothers and sisters beside him.
The battle had already gone on for several hours, and it seemed like it was about to become endless. In the two hours that both sides were in chaos, rumors about "Zhu Biao is dead" and "Shu Liesu is dead" kept spreading. At first, they were just random slogans, but later on, even the people who shouted the slogans didn't know if it had really happened.
It was already nine o 'clock in the morning. The one who led the soldiers to fight with Shu Liesu was Li Jiakai. He was a general who had participated in the Battle of Little Canghe and was promoted after accumulating military merits. During the last period of the Battle of Little Canghe, he led the troops to harass the Female Zhenrens in the northwest and was responsible for part of the rearguard work. Later, he led the remaining soldiers and transferred to Liangshan under Zhu Biao's command.
In the battle, Li Jiakai's tactical style was very solid. He could kill and injure the enemy and protect himself. When he left the city, he led more than a thousand Huaxia soldiers. After killing and breaking through, he had already suffered a large number of casualties. Including the soldiers he gathered along the way, when facing Shu Liesu, who still had more than three thousand soldiers, there were only about six hundred left.
The two sides engaged in a fierce battle. Li Jiakai then led his soldiers to harass and turn, trying to get rid of the enemy's encirclement. After passing through a forest, he used the geographical advantage to separate his four hundred subordinates so that they could rendezvous with Guan Sheng's main force, which was probably nearby. Assault on Shu Liesu.
Li Jiakai led more than a hundred people and began a tenacious resistance in the nearby mountains and forests.
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Eagles soared in the sky.
Lu Junyi raised his head and observed its trajectory. Then, he led the eight people around him through the dense forest.
More and more Jurchen soldiers appeared in the forest. A battle was going on ahead. The nine people moved like shuttles, like the most seasoned hunters in the deep forest, passing through the forest ahead.
Among the people passing through the forest, a figure entered their sight.
Lu Junyi was slightly dazed. Then, he began to calculate his bargaining chips. In the long battle, he had used up eighty percent of his stamina. Along the way, he and his companions had killed several commanders of the Jurchen army, but they had also suffered serious injuries in the pursuit of the Jurchen soldiers. The bandaged wounds on his back were still oozing blood, and his left hand was injured. It was almost half-crippled.
Shu Liesu hadn't suffered any serious injuries, but the elite Jurchen soldiers following him had been reduced by half, and most of them were exhausted. Shu Liesu was a brave man to begin with. When he waved his saber to command the soldiers around him to move forward, he actually broke away from the group.
Lu Junyi looked at his companions who had caught up.
There wouldn't be a better chance.
He tilted his head and pressed down on his left hand to numb the pain. Beside him, two soldiers made a hand signal and went around to the distance one after the other. They were the first to charge out and target a small Jurchen leader who was alone not far away. When the commotion started, Shu Liesu turned his head away from his horse. Lu Junyi and the others lowered their bodies and sprinted.
The first wave of crossbow bolts flew through the forest. Shu Liesu's horse was hit in the hip and neighed loudly. However, this fierce horse that had followed Shu Liesu all his life did not go mad. Instead, its eyes turned blood red and it spat out a long white breath.
In the forest, the distance between the two groups closed. Figures clashed chaotically. An arrow was blocked by Shu Liesu. The guards around him rushed up and formed a long wall of swords and spears. Some of the assassins who rushed up were cut down, while others ran around the long wall. In that moment of chaos, Lu Junyi was already close. The long spear in his hands shot out like a dragon from the sea. In an instant, he killed two people around him and knocked down a third. There were still two more people charging at him. Shu Liesu turned his horse around and was about to leave when Lu Junyi pushed the tip of his spear against the ground and flew into the air.
On the warhorse, Shu Liesu stabbed with his long saber. Lu Junyi spun in the air and swung the steel gauntlet down. In a burst of sparks, Lu Junyi avoided the blade and crashed down on Shu Liesu. The warhorse suddenly neighed and retreated. Two people and one horse tumbled down the slope in the forest.
Lu Junyi grabbed onto Shu Liesu tightly. Shu Liesu tried to slash with his steel saber, but the saber was pressed against his hand and he couldn't pull it out. As soon as the collision stopped, Shu Liesu flipped back and stood up. He swung his long saber. Lu Junyi had already pounced forward and pulled out a bone-breaking saber from his back.
Shu Liesu retreated while Lu Junyi charged forward. Behind him, two female soldiers charged forward. With a bang, a bag of white lime powder exploded in the air and smashed into one of the soldiers' faces. Lu Junyi's right hand swung the blade, leaving behind a bloody gash. Shu Liesu already had multiple wounds on his body. The female soldier who charged forward tried to stop him, but his wrists and abdomen were sliced open by the two blades. At that moment, Shu Liesu leaned against a tree trunk and swung his blade at Lu Junyi's chest. Lu Junyi did not dodge. The blade came down on his head. The soldier next to him hugged Lu Junyi's leg. From the side, the sound of horses neighing could be heard.
Shu Liesu's warhorse rammed into Lu Junyi. Long bloody marks appeared on Lu Junyi's chest and Shu Liesu's face at almost the same time. Lu Junyi's feet stumbled twice as he retreated. The saber in his hand stabbed at the warhorse's neck and body. The warhorse knocked Lu Junyi far away and he collapsed in a pool of blood.
A Jurchen soldier charged over. Lu Junyi stood up and cut him down. His chest was already stained red with blood. On the other side of the tree, Shu Liesu covered his right cheek with his hand and fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth. This brave Jurchen general was like a wounded beast on the verge of death, his left eye still staring at Lu Junyi.
Lu Junyi was also staring at Shu Liesu.
He had once been the best spear master in Hebei.
He had once thought about serving the country and making a name for himself, but this opportunity never came.
His family had been destroyed, and he had to face Song Jiang in anger. Only he knew how he felt.
Ning Yi said that he was brave but not smart. He had no choice but to join the Takeshi. Later, he followed Ning Yi to rebel, but Ning Yi never let him lead the army.
He was no longer the Lu Junyi of the past. Even if he understood some things, he still had regrets. But it was different now.
'Jade Qilin' Lu Junyi's killing technique was here.
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