Wei Sheng jumped gently, jumped onto the stone millstone, looked at Qi Du, who was surrounded by the Song army, and drew an arrow from the arrow bag at his waist, and put it on the treasure bow.

He wanted to choose the best opportunity, because the opportunity was fleeting, and this arrow would take the life of the opponent's leader.

But Qi Du's body was very careful in guarding his body, even with protection under his armpits. How could this arrow be guaranteed to hurt him? He pulled the strings and waited anxiously for the moment of attack.

At this time, a soldier from Beiwei Army suddenly stabbed Qi Du's face with a short spear. Qi Du hurriedly dodged sideways. Although the spearhead was brushing against the face, Mian Lian had been lifted half of it.

Qi Du was furious and turned around and shot the Beiwei Army into a piercing each other. The smell of blood stimulated his nerves, making him unable to help but whistle.

Suddenly he felt a chill in his mouth.

A feather arrow shot into Qi Du's mouth, revealing a sharp arrow from the back of his neck. The long whistle stopped abruptly, as if the throat was broken by Song Jun.

Qi Du's body trembled, and the spear in his hand was scattered. Wang Tian grabbed a handful of it in despair, as if he was trying to catch the life-saving straw. Finally, he collapsed weakly and the dead body was carried to the ground.

Wei Sheng put away the carved bow and pulled out the short sword from his waist while he was about to step forward. He saw that the Beiwei Army beside Wang Deng, the Poche Army and the soldiers of Zhenwu Central Army all rushed forward. Taking advantage of the moment when the Tulu Hua Army was still in shock, he gathered in front of Qi Du's body. A Beiwei Army bar held Qi Du's head high and cheered: "I took the head of the enemy general!"

Wei Sheng cursed fiercely: "When he was fighting, he was not so active, but when he was fighting for merit, they all stood up bravely."

Han Feng shouted excitedly: "Stop complaining, I will be spared the best chance to win fame and fortune."

Indeed, the death of the chief general was a fatal blow to the Tulu Flower Army. The Tulu Flower Army began to collapse and scatter. Under the impact of the Song army's fish scale formation, many Tulu Flower Army fought in despair.

Even the husbands at the farthest bottom of the mountain saw that the Song army had firmly held the victory in this battle.

Zheng Yunming watched the Song army inserted the flag on the city tower of Jiuchongyi, and the cheers gradually became higher than the shouts of killing. He let out a long sigh: "After finally, I will live up to the name of Wang Jingsong Nengzhang??, let's go to Jiuchongyi to take a look!"

Near Jiuchong Post, there were corpses of soldiers from both armies lie everywhere. Their shrill and tragic appearance made people feel scared. Some Song army and Mongolian army soldiers fell through each other's bodies, some Song army was killed together with their arms, and their hands were tightly strangled the throat of the Mongolian army. Some Mongolian army leaned against the cart with their eyes open and bit half of the Song army's ears tightly.

Xu Yuanjie was frightened and said in a trembling voice: "The war is fierce and the war is dangerous, and the ancients are really not bullying me."

Zheng Yunming said in a deep voice: "Disregarding benevolence and sharing life with each other, this is the so-called war. If I hadn't killed the Hu people, I would have killed me, fortunately we won this time."

When he walked up the mountain, everyone was bowing to the general. Many people came to ask for credit with the heads of the Tulu Hua Army. Zheng Yunming smiled and praised him, but whispered to Yang Yu: "I besieged hundreds of people with 8,500 troops, and less than the Mongolian army. I did not besieged the enemy cavalry with infantry, but I sieged the casualties on all sides, but I had such heavy casualties. The enemy really deserves the word "strong brigade"!"

Yang Yu just shook his head and smiled, "You are too fond of Tuluhua. In Yang's opinion, destroying this team of Tuluhua Iron Cavalry is better than annihilation of Zhang Rou, Liu Yi, and Shi Tianze's 10,000 elite soldiers. This kind of damage is simply too cost-effective."

Zheng Yunming nodded and continued to walk towards the back mountain. Only then did he see something that made him feel relieved.

Liu Zheng led the Beiwei Army, and Wei Zugui led the Poche soldiers to guard thousands of horses behind the mountain.

Tuluhua sent troops to war horses more than ordinary Mongolian soldiers. When they went to war, they carried five to ten war horses. Of course, when they were in real battle, they would not bring all the war horses with them, but even the surrounding Tuluhua army carried more than three thousand war horses. Moreover, the quality of war horses was higher than that of ordinary Mongolian cavalry, including Wusun horses and Xihepos that were plundered from the Western Regions. The Song army's attack speed was too fast. As for the Tuluhua army guarding the horses behind the mountain, they were all annihilated by the Song army without having time to kill a few war horses.

In addition to the captured horses, the remaining more than a thousand companions also put down their weapons. Since their master family was destroyed, they naturally lost the meaning of continuing to fight. Although the Tulu Flower soldiers were overwhelmed by absolute advantages, not many actually surrendered. After all, they were the Khan guards, and fighting to the death was their true nature. In the end, the Song army only captured more than a hundred Tulu Flowers, and most of them were seriously injured and captured.

Zheng Yunming gently stroked the back of a green horse with interest. Although the horse was approached by a stranger, his eyes were full of vigilance. His ponytail kept shaking and his wide nostrils were gasping, but he was still standing calmly, without any signs of irritability and hurtfulness.

It is truly a good horse carefully raised in the north. Zheng Yunming stroked his horse's back and sighed: "If there is a good horse like this, it is no wonder that it can sweep across the Western Regions and stabilize the Central Plains. It depends on the power of such good horses."

Yang Sai snorted: "The Jin people raised millions of good horses outside the North entrance, and the Western Regions have countless magical horses. So what's the result? It's not that you can fight tough battles with good horses, nor that you can't fight without good horses."

Zheng Yunming laughed, just as he was about to respond to his words. Suddenly, straw flew across the straw pile beside the green horse, and a man emerged. He danced with an iron knife and slashed at Zheng Yunming.

Qing Congma was surprised and ran away from Zheng Yunming in screaming. Han Feng and Ren Xiongwei, who were accompanying him, reacted quickly, holding a broken sword and an iron whip in his hand, and at the same time took action to hold the man's iron knife out.

When he looked closely, the man was dressed in armor and looked like a Tulu Hua Army who was missing in the battle. However, his face was lost, his face seemed to be a Han face, and his eyebrows were still childish. He was obviously a new baby soldier who entered Tulu Hua.

The surrounding Beiwei Army saw the general being attacked and surrounded him, wrapping the assassin up.

Although the young man was still calm in the face of the siege of everyone, he posed for the iron knife in his hand and prepared to fight.

Han Feng shouted loudly, rushed forward, and blew his hands and hit the young man's face directly. The young man crossed the knife and the two soldiers collided with a very harsh voice. But the young man could actually block Han Feng's attack that was as powerful as wind and thunder, which was beyond Zheng Yunming's expectation.

But he was fighting alone. Taking advantage of his inability to make a move, two Beiwei troops rushed up from the side, one grabbed his arm, and more than a dozen Beiwei troops rushed forward and captured him.

Zheng Yunming slowly walked out from behind Ren Xiongwei and shouted sternly: "It's a good man who reported his name. I don't want to execute an unknown ghost!"

The young man was taken down and raised his head and showed a stubborn expression: "I am Zhang Shijie, Zhuozhou, Fanyang. Before chopping my head, I heard my name clearly!"

"Zhang Shijie?" Zheng Yunming has been accustomed to the historical figures he met since he was born, but he was still a little surprised when he heard this name: "You are really Zhang Shijie, Zhang Rou's nephew?"

Zhang Shijie shouted: "If you want to kill, you should kill. Why should you mention the name of Guanjun Wanhu? It's because I'm not good at martial arts and have shamed the Zhang family in Fanyang!"

Zheng Yunming laughed and said, "Since he was captured by the Southern Dynasty, how about serving the Song Dynasty?"

Zhang Shijie shouted loudly: "I am a minister of a great country, how can I surrender to a small country!"

Liu Jiaqi's neck was so angry that the blue veins jumped up and shouted angrily: "Diet to the point of death, and he still speaks loudly! Left and left! Cut it for me!" He actually gave his own orders regardless of the presence of the general and all the high-level officials.

Two soldiers from Beiwei rushed forward, grabbed Zhang Shijie's arms with both hands, and looked at Zheng Yunming with their eyes.

Zhang Shijie calmed down and laughed loudly, "Come on, if you frowned, you won't be considered a man from North Jilin!"

Zheng Yunming just smiled at this arrogant saying. No matter how humiliated the young man, he would never really kill him. He still remembered that although it was just a memory before coming to this world, the Zhang clan who fled to the south due to conviction and silently acted as an unknown soldier in the Song army. At the moment when the country was about to collapse, he refused to sacrifice himself and served the country. He always followed the Song Dynasty loyally to the last moment, and even ended his destiny with the country.

Although he was still a Tulu Hua Army loyal to the Mongolians at this moment, he could not end his life in a hurry.

He ordered: "Take this man down. Since he was captured by our army alive, even if he was going to stab me, he would be our captive. My Jingchu army never killed anyone who had been arrested. So he locked this man and the captives in the same place and made a decision after the army returned to Xiangyang."

Although everyone had no objection to this, they were actually a little unfair. If this matter was placed on any general above the throne level, it would never be tolerated. Are their generals too weak because of the scholar's military relationship?

At this moment, a soldier suddenly rushed up the foot of the mountain. Seeing that the beauty was the White Cavalry who had been sent to the north to wait for him. He ran up the mountain, and even the khan didn't care about it. He immediately bowed and reported: "I found traces of large Mongolian cavalry seventy miles north. Seeing that the flag was the ten thousand households stationed in Henan recently, I rushed back to report to the general!"
Chapter completed!