Boil the heavens

Without horses, the advantage of the Mongolian army has dropped sharply, but they were born in bitter cold, and began to receive training at the age of three or four. The Mongolian warriors who have been through battles are still extremely powerful.

Spontaneously formed a small team in twos and threes to deal with the surrounding Song army.

The scimitar and sharp arrow cooperated with each other, blood sprayed one after another, rough roars, and under the fierce momentum, the Song army was continuously retreated.

"Don't be afraid, several people go up together, one will throw them down, one will hold the knife in their hand, and the other will cut off their heads." Yan Fei roared, "Don't forget the purpose of your coming here, to fight to the death, isn't it? The death of the enemy is our death, and if one side does not die, this battle will not end!"

Leading by example, Yan Fei criss-crossed the Mongolian soldiers who formed a large team everywhere, and his swords were full of sword energy. Wherever he passed, blood gushed and heads flew.

He didn't deliberately avoid the sprayed blood, and let it soak his clothes, dripping with blood, his whole body was like a scarlet ghost from hell, wherever he went, there was blood and blood, and there was no life left.

This kind of Yan Fei is like a dazzling star in the fight, his angry roar, wild killing, bloody posture, everything about him deeply stimulated everyone.

The environment has a great influence on people, especially in this battlefield where there is no time to think about it, Yan Fei's performance aroused all the anger in Song Jun's heart.

Buried in the bottom of my heart, the killing violence bound by the law and humanities began to be released.

"kill!"

Gradually, roars came from all over the battlefield.

Come swarming, no longer afraid of the enemy, no longer worry about being cut into the body by a knife, if you can't beat you, then throw you down, and then let the people behind make up the knife.

At this moment, the bloody battle really began.

"Zhebie, take your life!" Yan Fei set his sights on Jebe, the general of the five thousand Mongolian army.

In the books, he's a hero, and in fact he is, but only for the Mongols.

"Bah!" Kicked down a crazy Song soldier, spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at the blood-soaked Yan Fei, Zhebie bent his bow and set an arrow, "I didn't expect a Taoist priest to be so crazy, very good, this way Worthy to be my prey!"

After the words fell, a whirling sharp arrow pierced through the gap of the fight, and went straight to Yan Fei's throat.

Immediately following this arrow, Jebe shot three more arrows in a row, each blocking Yan Fei's escape route.

The long arrow is like a black light, and it arrives in the blink of an eye. It is precise and fast. It is worthy of being a sharpshooter on the grassland!

An ordinary general might not be able to dodge these arrows at all.

It's a pity....he met Yan Fei!

Swinging the two swords, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and a few sharp arrows were just about to get close, but they were cut to the ground by the sword energy.

"die!"

With a roar, Yan Fei, who left behind a string of phantoms, came to Zhebie.

The arrow had just rested on the bow, before it could be shot, Yan Fei's long sword had already chopped off Zhebe's head.

With a burst of true energy, the head flew into the air.

Inflamed with genuine energy, Yan Fei roared loudly, "The Lord General Jebe has been beheaded by this seat, brothers, continue to kill, kill them all!"

Instead of using the head of the general to coerce the enemy into surrendering or fleeing, Yan Fei used this head to motivate his own morale, further enhancing their confidence and murderousness, reaching the climax.

Both sides are bloodshot, no one flinches, some just shoot and shoot, until the opponent is completely out of breath and has no ability to resist.

When the battle was fought to such an extent, both the Mongols behind and the Song army in the camp were shocked.

Temujin was shocked that the weak Song people were so bloody! ?Can also fight so recklessly! ?

Meng Gong was even numb all over. In other words, he had been in charge of the army for many years and was overwhelmed by the blood on the battlefield. Such a battle...

Not to mention the experience, he didn't even think about it!

Gritting his teeth, Meng Gong gritted his teeth looking at the Mongolian army that had rushed to help in the distance, and Meng Gong shouted an order, "Order all the troops to rush to the battlefield!"

When Mongolian reinforcements arrived, Li Haiping and others wiped out the entire army.

Although there are not many people left now, Meng Gong can't really do nothing.

Moreover, the morale of the whole army is stimulated by this battle at this moment, so it is possible to have a decisive battle with Mongolia!

In a big battle, the Song army's [-] troops were against the Mongolian [-] troops.

In a head-on confrontation, the five thousand Mongolians were wiped out, and only five thousand soldiers of the Song army were left disabled.

Rely on each other, you hold me, I support you, even if there are 10 more partners around, but these 5000 people are silent in front of these [-] people, and they can't even lift their heads.

And the Mongolian army on the opposite side has long since lost the taunts of the past. Looking at the remnant army headed by Li Haiping and Yan Fei, the Mongolian army put their hands on their chests and expressed respect to them.

Acknowledge them as worthy enemies!

And no longer a lamb to be slaughtered!

"Daoist Yan, General Li, that's it for today, Father Khan wants to take back the corpses of the warriors, how about it?" Before the battle, Tuo Lei and Hua Zheng came on horseback and looked at Li Haiping and Yan Fei. As for Meng Gong, Neither of them even looked at it.

Looking at the Mongolian army on the opposite side kicking the ground with horseshoes, and stopped Meng Gong who wanted to be cruel, Yan Fei nodded and said, "Yes!"

Although he didn't have a formal official position, in this battle, Yan Fei won everyone's approval with his own sword and blood all over his body.

Some people may think that he is overstepping the mark, but they didn't refute it.

Corpses littered the fields, blood flowed into rivers, flowing to the horizon, dyeing the evening sun red.

Clean up the battlefield and go back to repair each other.

At night, Yan Fei was recovering from his exercise skills. After a big battle, his spirit, qi, and physical strength were almost exhausted. Even if he was as strong as Yan Fei, it would be difficult to recover to a full state within three or two days.

Whoosh!

Outside the tent, a black shadow quickly passed by, and went straight to Meng Gong's tent of the Chinese army commander.

Glancing at it, it was a familiar figure.

walked out silently.

In the darkness, Huazheng wanted to leave with Meng Gong's head in his hand, but found Yan Fei standing in front of him.

"Master wants to stop me?" Putting down the head in his hand, he held the hilt of the sword in his hand, the sword energy accumulated in the scabbard, Hua Zheng narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly, staring at Yan Fei, ready to strike at any time.

"Everyone has been killed, why stop you?" Looking at the dripping bloody head in Huazheng's hand, Yan Fei chuckled, "Drawing the sword, together with the guards, one sword and five people, all in one go, the sword The speed is fast, lightning and flint, and what is even more rare is that the sword energy is condensed without escaping at all, and the places it passes are silent and without traces. This kind of sword technique is powerful!

This seat is here at this time, not for anything else, just want to see your swordsmanship.

Bring out the sword! "

Simply and neatly, as soon as Yan Fei finished speaking, Hua Zheng's sword had already been drawn.