Chapter 732: Great Victory

The noon sun, overlooking the endless fields, the exhausted fighting sounds gradually became deeper.

Directly north of the battlefield, flags on the black-bottomed wolf heads were waving, rows of war horses neighed in a low voice, and front hooves were digging the ground.

The cavalry on the horse arched his lumbar spine slightly and looked at everything that was happening in front of him in silence.

Chen Ao in front of the team quietly pulled out the Shangfang sword. The sharp light of the sword pointed forward. His long eyebrows slightly pressed down, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. What was rippling was not the bright spring light, but the bone-bone cold and cold smile...

Chen Ao shouted: "Blood debt and blood repayment!"

Countless war horses broke out and ran out quickly. Chen Ao rode on the horse, feeling the scenery in front of him moving backwards, the whistling wind roaring in his ears, his eyes had to close a line, and the cloak behind him fluttered in the wind.

The infantry used flesh and blood to block the impact of the Jurchen war horses. The captains on both wings led the cavalry camp to lead some of the Jurchen forces away. Now, the ones exposed under the iron hooves of Hengshan are nothing but the Jurchen cavalry who are stalemate in the battle formation, losing the impact of the war horses. The so-called iron cavalry is just a joke.

Twenty thousand iron cavalry whizzed in the north wind and rushed into the back team of Jurchen...

A sharp knife quickly made a hole in the back of the Jurchen Iron Cavalry, and blood fell under the horse's hooves. The sword was raised high and slashed hard. The blood rain melted and wailed.

Wanyan Tutu was already confused. He knew that there were cavalry eyeing him in the Xia army's rear team, but he was not afraid. The invading formation was the easiest to break down. In his opinion, it didn't even take a stick of incense to make these group of ants run scattered like ants. Then, taking advantage of this opportunity, he could do his best to break down the Xia army's cavalry that was pressing the rear team.

Unfortunately, he made a mistake in the wrong plan. The phalanx of the infantry was far more difficult than he thought. These guys did not collapse when the iron cavalry swept over, nor did they collapse when they first came into contact. Even... When the formation was full of holes, there were still a group of people, a group of guys wearing iron-shelled hats, black-print leather armor, and red scarves tied under their necks, who were desperate to block the gaps.

One...two...ten...one hundred...

Wanyan Tutu was already desperate. All the people, these infantrymen who were not worth mentioning in his eyes, were scrambling to block waves of attacks from waves of iron cavalry with flesh and blood, spears, big swords, and teeth.

If you calculate one step wrong, you will be wrong every step wrong.

At this time, the Hengshan Iron Cavalry began to attack. After seeing the power of the Jurchen Iron Cavalry, the Hengshan Iron Cavalry finally showed its fangs without any drag. The dense cavalry team followed Chen Ao and rushed over, then stopped the horse and rushed over again.

"Swish..." A long Xixia sword pierced through the body of a Jurchen man cleanly and beautifully. The ownerless war horse left his master in panic and rushed away. At the handle of the long Xixia sword, there was a crystal clear hand, and her stunning face was covered with frost. She nodded at Chen Aonu, who was covered with armor, and said coldly amid the shouts of killing millions of people: "Don't scholars know that it is dangerous to rush around here?"

Chen Ao smiled awkwardly, and wanted to rush over to knock a Jurchen cavalry down and stab someone in the back. Unexpectedly, the Jurchen cavalry was so powerful, and he reacted very quickly and quickly turned around and slashed over. His face changed suddenly. Fortunately, Gui Zhihuan came at the right time, so he saved his life.

In this battlefield, even Chen Ao couldn't help but feel excited, but his own weight was too serious. Usually, others were practicing, he was sleeping, others continued to practice after breakfast, and he was still sleeping. Don't sweat and expose the sun under the scorching sun. He hid under the shade of the tree and drank tea comfortably. With his three-legged cat skills, it was a miracle to survive here.

Fortunately, dozens of cavalry captains followed him closely and blocked the swords for him at any time. Even Gui Zhihuan, while fighting, would not help but look for him in the vast sea of ​​people to protect his safety. Otherwise, a hundred Chen Ao would die so much that they could not die again.

At this time, Chen Ao was sad and excited. It was unreasonable for a man who was a seven-foot man to ask for a woman to save him. He smiled at Gui Zhihuan. He quickly beat the horse and saw another Jurchen man. The Jurchen man's war horse was gone. He fell to the ground in panic, holding a spear to try to resist stubbornly.

Chen Ao gritted his teeth: "Boy, it's you. Who told you to be a soft persimmon!"

When the Jurchen man rode his horse straight, he was only one foot away from him when he realized it.

Dong... The Jurchens were knocked away, and blood was overflowing from their mouths. They finally picked up the spear and wanted to support them to stand up. At this time, Chen Ao rushed over again, waved the Shangfang sword and slashed it down fiercely.

"Uh..." The Jurchens were incredulous, staring at Chen Ao and lying on their backs.

"Dog thing, don't be soft persimmons if you have a reincarnation in the next life!" Chen Ao cursed, looked around with his eyes and realized that the battle had come to an end.

The Jurchen Iron Cavalry, who was in a stalemate, was vulnerable at all. If they had said that their combat power was enough to cut mountains and cut off water before, when the Hengshan Iron Cavalry launched an attack, they no longer had any power to resist.

Groups of Jurchens were divided and surrounded. The Jurchens who were fighting stubbornly were quickly eliminated, and the rest chose to escape. But at this time, how could it be so easy to escape? The Xiaoqi Camp and Hengshan Iron Cavalry chased each other, gathering them together like driving a duck, then blocked their way forward, rushed for a while, completely dismantling their will.

Chen Ao turned over from the horse and found that there was no place where the horse was under it, there were corpses everywhere, and there were mud with blood gathering everywhere. It was very uncomfortable to step on his boots.

But Chen Ao felt that he was too tired, a kind of fatigue from body to heart. At this time, countless people cheered: "Long live!"

Victory... The victory was a bit difficult, but after thinking about it, I felt it was too easy. Only those who were in the scene knew that the victory was too dangerous. As long as the step formation was slightly broken and the Jurchens added another force, perhaps the current winner had become the soul of the Jurchen Iron Cavalry.

Chen Ao sighed and held the mane of the war horse. At this time, the cavalry all over the field began to dismount, arrest the prisoners, and search for the corpses of their companions.

Gui Zhihuan, Li Qing and others all surrounded him. Looking at Chen Ao, there was no smile on everyone's faces. Even if they were laughing, they were a bit bitter. Every fierce battle was a separation from life and death. This feeling was so blocked.

Chen Ao put away Shangfang's sword, pursed his lips, and gradually got used to the smell of blood in the air. He said lightly: "Follow me."

Everyone followed him silently, wandering in the bloody river of corpses. If it were someone else, I would have been so disgusted that I would have vomited. But only those who have experienced it, who have seen the fresh life turn into dead bones, will become numb to the place.

Chen Ao saw the corpse of a captain on the ground. The captain's iron-shelled hat had already flew away, but the Ruzhang was still tightly held in his hand, and there was a Ruzhang on his chest. He opened his eyes, as if he was a little unwilling to accept it. Before he died, his smile had froze and would never be alive again. Chen Ao knelt on one knee next to the captain's side. Li Qing was going to take Ruzhang on the captain's chest, but Chen Ao shook his head and said, "No need, keep it, and bury it with him."

Chen Ao stood up and found that his heart had become stronger. He defended himself and people would always die.

Not far away, a strange scene happened.

A Jurchen lying on the ground, blood was constantly pouring out from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were gray, looking at the sky, and greedily watching everything that was about to say goodbye.

There were seven people sitting next to the Jurchens, one of whom was the leader was a lieutenant. The lieutenant sat on the corpse of a war horse, holding his chin with both hands, and looking at the seriously injured Jurchens with clear eyes. As for the others, they must have been subordinates of the lieutenant. A team of ten people turned into seven, but there was no anger on their faces, but they were all a little impatient.

The expressions of these guys really have nothing to do with luck and excitement after the bloody battle.

The Jurchens began to twitch, and the captain was still sitting, looking at him motionlessly. His eyes were very clear and simple, somewhat similar to Shen Ao.

Chen Ao coughed and walked over.

The captain immediately stood up and whispered: "I have seen Your Highness."

Seven or eight soldiers were also cheered up: "I have met Your Highness."

Chen Ao waved his hand and saw the Jurchens twitching on the ground, and couldn't help but say, "What are you doing here for? Is it very good?"

The captain straightened his chest and said, "Your Highness, I just like the ring on his hand. If this ring is used to shoot arrows, it will save you from cutting your own hands."

Chen Ao looked at the Jurchen man, and he saw that the Jurchen man was wearing an iron ring on his hand, his face calmed down. He thought to himself that it was just a ring, and it was no big deal, so he patted his shoulder and said, "What's your name?"

"I'm humble and called Chen Shi."

Chen Aohe nodded and said, "Since you want his ring, just take it down, and a group of people surround him. Do you want him to feel embarrassed before he dies?"

Chen Shi said honestly: "Your Highness, you can't do this. The saint once said that taking oneself is a thief without asking whether oneself is a thief. Although I am enemies with him, he can't speak now. I will take his ring away, not a gentleman."

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Chen Ao thought to himself, this guy is a little more pedantic, but he is still a real person. It's true that he has read a book. This realm, this personality... tsk... It's true that I was trained by Chen Ao.

He looked at Chen Shi with great appreciation and said, "Since that's the case, then don't need this ring. If your ring is lost, go to the military warehouse to get another one."

Chen Shi shook his head stubbornly and said, "But he is about to die. Husband is waiting for him to die. He is dead. The ring is a masterless thing, so Husband waits for a while."

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Chen Ao looked at this guy speechlessly. God knew that this guy was honest or cruel. He couldn't bear to look at the top Jurchens on the ground and said, "If he can't die for a while, do you wait?" He walked over and stepped on the Jurchens' mouth and nose with military boots. He twisted them tightly. The Jurchens' body began to twitch violently, and then stretched out his legs and broke his breath.

Chen Ao withdrew his legs, as if he had been a monk who had been a sacrificing man. He felt that he was very great and continued, "Go and get your finger and touch if there is any silver on him or something. Remember to hand it over to the public."

After saying that, he left with a speechless expression.
Chapter completed!