Autumn winds howled, war drums thundered like rain, and in the fiercely burning fire, the night air seemed to briefly solidify. Search: \(¨Complete¨Book¨God¨Station¨) to read high-quality literature for free. The hooves of the Jurchen horses shook the ground, surging forward like an angry tide, crushing everything in their path. The air bit at the skin, and even the vision seemed to slightly distort.

Before the contact, there was a brief moment of quiet, a vacuum period.

In the rear of the Black Flag Army, Bao Ashi held down his spear, his mouth wide open, subconsciously exhaling. His scalp felt numb, his eyelids twitched frantically, and he couldn't hear the sounds from outside. Ahead, the Jurchen beasts were coming.

This was not the first time he had seen the Jurchens. Before joining the Black Flag Army, he was not a native of the Northwest. Bao Ashi was originally from Taiyuan. When Qin Shaohe defended Taiyuan, Bao Ashi's family was in the city. He had participated in the defense, and when Taiyuan fell, he fled with his family. His wife and children survived by luck, but his elderly mother died on the road due to the ravages of war. He had seen the scene of the Jurchen massacre, and because of this, he understood the strength and brutality of the Jurchens even more.

The Jurchens mainly fought with cavalry, often harassing and then retreating. However, once the Jurchen cavalry launched a charge, it was a situation of life or death. They were not afraid of death when necessary. At this moment, Bao Ashi had become a soldier, and therefore, he could understand how terrifying such an army was.

Two or three iron-bucket cannons flew out from the rear, landing in the charging horsemen, and exploding for a moment, but the momentum of the seven thousand cavalry was too great. It was like a few splashes of water stirred up by a stone in a giant wave. The vastness of it all remained unchanged.

In Bao Ashi's heart, there was fear. In this impending impact, he was afraid of death, but one person after another beside him, they did not move. "Don't retreat..." he said subconsciously in his heart.

The hooves were getting closer and closer, and the sound returned. "Don't retreat, don't retreat..." he was saying subconsciously, and then, the shaking around him gradually turned into shouts, one person's, a group of people's, the formation of two thousand people became a steel-like giant wall with thorns. Bao Ashi felt the redness in his eyes and shouted with his mouth open.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh—"

The hysterical sound pierced through everything.

Behind the large shield, Nian Yongchang was also shouting.

He was an old soldier of the Wu Rui Battalion, who had followed Qin Shaoqian to block the Jurchen's southward advance, suffered defeats, fought against mutinous soldiers, and fled for his life. He was a man who sold his life for a salary, without family or much opinion. He used to live aimlessly, until the Jurchens came and people around him began to die in large numbers.

He had seen all kinds of deaths, the deaths of his comrades, being slaughtered and chased by the Jurchens, and he had also seen the deaths of many civilians. Some made him sad, but there was nothing he could do. Until after repelling the Western Xia, Mr. Ning organized several matchmaking sessions in Yanzhou and other places. Under the persuasion of Mr. Ning and others, a poor family took a liking to his strength and honesty and actually married their daughter to him. When he got married, he was completely dazed, at a loss.

As a soldier who sold his life, he had not been without women before. In the past, there were many brothels during military service. For those who lived for the moment, after receiving their salary, they would often spend it on food, drink, and women. Nian Yongchang didn't go often, but he wasn't a virgin either. However, he never thought that one day, he would have a home.

He was thirty years old when he got married, and the woman was eighteen. Although the family was poor, they were honest people. She wasn't extremely beautiful, but she was strong, diligent, and could not only do housework, but also everything in the fields. Most importantly, the woman depended on him.

Nian Yongchang liked her smile the most.

This time before leaving, the woman was already pregnant. Before the expedition, the woman was crying, and he sat in the room, helpless—there was nothing more to say. He had thought about telling his wife about his experiences as a soldier, the deaths he had seen, the women who had their stomachs cut open during the Jurchen massacre, the infants who starved to death after their mothers died. He had once felt sad, but that kind of sadness was completely different from how he felt when he thought about it at this moment.

But he didn't say it in the end.

He was an old soldier, had seen too many deaths, and experienced too many battles. He never felt strange about this moment of life and death. His shout was only to maintain excitement in the most critical moment. Only at this moment, his mind was filled with the smile of his wife.

He wanted to live.

He wanted to go back.

The iron cavalry charged like a tide—

……

South, Yanzhou City battlefield.

Luo Ye used all his strength to cut down the last enemy who was still resisting. Blood and smoke were everywhere. He looked at the figures of the Zhong family army in front and the large number of surrendered troops, and turned his gaze to the north.

Attacking Yan Zhenguo, his side had the easiest task next. At the end of the line of sight, the collision with the Jurchens was about to begin…

……

The raging waves were colliding and spreading.

Bang—

The sound of cavalry charging at high speed colliding with shields and spears, sounded terrifying and eerie up close. It was like a giant hill collapsing, constantly crashing down on people's bodies. The shouts of individuals stopped abruptly in the boiling roar, and then formed an astonishing momentum and crushing force. Some flesh and blood turned into minced meat, the bones of warhorses cracked in the collision, people's bodies flew into the air, shields twisted and shattered, and the iron rods braced on the ground pushed up stones and soil, and began to slide.

The collision between the two thousand-man formation and the seven thousand cavalry was an astonishingly terrifying scene at this moment. The warhorses in the front row were directly crushed to death, and the rear rows were still charging forward. The shouts finally erupted into a roar. In such an impact, the new recruit Jiang Huo was the first to bear the brunt. In the hysterical shouting, the overwhelming pressure crashed from the front. His body was hit by the broken shield and involuntarily flew backward. Then, the heavy body of a warhorse squeezed onto him with a bang. He was crushed under the warhorse. At this moment, he could no longer think or move. The huge force continued to crush down from above. At the very bottom of the heavy pressure, his body twisted, his limbs broke, and his internal organs ruptured. What flashed through his mind was his mother's face in Little Cang River.

The corpses of warhorses and people almost piled up in the gaps of the several breakthroughs. Viscous blood spilled everywhere, warhorses kicked and neighed in misery, and some Jurchen knights fell into the pile of people, got up trying to slash, but were then stabbed into hedgehogs by long spears. The Jurchens continued to charge, and the Black Flag soldiers in the rear pushed forward with all their might!

Life could be long or short. On the northern hillside, Wanyan Loushi led two thousand cavalry, charging towards the front formation of the Black Flag Army. Many lives that should have been long reached their end in this brief moment.

Countless threads were broken.

Wanyan Loushi charged at the forefront, and he and his personal guards broke through a gap in the Black Flag Army's formation, fighting bravely. He was not only good at using troops, but also one of the most valiant generals in the Jin army. In the early years when the Jin army was small, he often charged at the forefront. Two years ago when he led his army to attack Puzhou City, the Wu dynasty army defended firmly, so he used ladders with defensive measures to climb the city and fought bravely with three personal guards on the city wall, eventually gaining a foothold on the city wall and breaking through Puzhou City.

Personally leading the troops to charge represented his emphasis on this battle.

The violent collision continued. Some places were breached, but the congestion of the Black Flag soldiers in the rear was like a hard reef. Spearmen and hammerers pushed forward, and people fought in shouts. In the crowd, Chen Libo stood up dizzy. There was blood in his mouth and nose. His left hand reached for the hilt of his right knife, but he had no strength. Turning his head to look, a large section was bulging on his forearm. The bone was broken. He shook his head. People around him were still resisting, so he took a breath and raised his steel knife.

"Shields in front! Rally to me—"

The people of the company came over and formed a new formation. On the battlefield, the Jurchens were still colliding. The formations were small, like reefs, and the cavalry formations were large, like sea tides. During the frontal collision, the flanks had already spread past, beginning to extend towards the center. Soon after, they would cover the entire battlefield.

They were waiting for the collapse of this army.

This was a head-on collision between life and life without any fancy moves. Those who retreated would receive total death.

In countless battles in the past, not many people could hold out in this equal collision. The Liao people couldn't, and neither could the Wu dynasty people. So-called elite soldiers could hold out a little longer. This time, there might not be too many exceptions.

The spreading cavalry had already charged towards the central formation at a rapid speed. The hillside shook. They wanted that Kongming Lantern, they wanted everything in front of them. Qin Shaoqian drew his long sword: "Follow me and charge—"

On the flank of the battlefield, Han Jing led his cavalry to charge over. The raging tide of two thousand cavalry began to collide with another raging tide of cavalry.

The fighting extended towards everything in front of them, but at least at this moment, the Black Flag Army resisting in this tide was still standing firm.

"Hold them back—"

"Come on, Jurchen bastards—"

"Don't retreat! Don't retreat—"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh—"

The shouts were either firm, angry, or tragic, burning into a single piece. The heavy hammer struck the anvil, the heavy hammer constantly struck the anvil, exploding in the night sky.

On the flank of Yanzhou City, Zhong Lie, who was about to gather his troops, suddenly turned his head. On that side, emergency fireworks rose into the sky, and a warning sound suddenly rang out.

"Jurchens are attacking the city—"

At the moment of launching the strongest offensive against the Black Flag Army, Wanyan Loushi, the Jurchen God of War, had also moved his chess piece against Yanzhou City.

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Little Cang River Valley, the starry sky was clear like a long river. Ning Yi sat on a tree stump in the courtyard, looking at the scene under the starry sky. Yunzhu walked over and sat beside him. She could see the restlessness in his heart.

Yunzhu held his hand.

"There's a battle," Ning Yi said softly.

"Mmm," Yunzhu nodded gently.

……

At the same time, in the mountains several miles away from the Yanzhou battlefield, an army was still rushing forward at a rapid march. This army numbered about five thousand, and the same black flags were almost melting into the night. The leader of the army was a woman, wearing a black cloak and a bronze mask with fangs, which was terrifying to look at.

The last remaining force that Qingmu Village could mobilize, under the leadership of Lu Hongti, cut towards the rear of the Jurchen army. On the way, they encountered countless armies that had collapsed from Yanzhou. One of the well-organized teams almost met them head-on, and then fled like wild dogs.

During the escape, Yan Zhenguo fell from his horse. Before his guards could come to help him, he had already gotten up from the road, crawling and stumbling, looking back at the direction where the army disappeared, "Black Flag Army, it's the Black Flag Army again…"

His advisor hurriedly approached, "They are also going to Yanzhou. If they encounter Wanyan Loushi, they will hardly be spared…"

"…That's right, that's right." Yan Zhenguo was stunned and nodded subconsciously. The Black Flag Army had gone crazy this night. For a moment, he even vaguely felt that the Black Flag Army wanted to swallow the Jurchen Western Route Army…

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