On the north bank of Mengjin Ferry, smoke and dust billowed.
A golden soldier wearing a mink hat and iron armor was fierce, silent, and cold-blooded. He was like a black torrent that could topple mountains and overturn seas as he rolled down from the north.
"The last remnants of the western army?
It's time to be destroyed!"
A muscular Jin general in his forties reined in his horse and stood on the bank of the Yellow River. He looked at the remnants of the Western Army who were fighting with the Jin vanguard on the other side of the river. His eyes were filled with a murderous aura.
This person was the second son of the Great Ancestor of the Jin Dynasty, Wanyan Aguda. He was also known as the Second Prince of the Jin Dynasty, the commander of the West Army, Wanyan Zongwang!
Before this, it was him and the commander of the east army, Wanyan Zonghan, who single-handedly created the Jingkang rebellion.
Wanyan Zongwang was in charge of suppressing the Song territory north of the Yellow River, while Wanyan Zonghan was in charge of capturing Bianliang and destroying the Song Dynasty.
However, half a month ago, Wanyan Zonghan was killed by Yang Zaixing, who appeared out of nowhere. Ten thousand of his 100,000 Jin troops were beheaded, and the rest of his troops were dragged out of Bianliang and returned to the north of the Yellow River.
Now, Wanyan Zongwang had prepared his own army and also recruited the dead Wanyan Zonghan's subordinates, becoming the only grand marshal of the east and west armies.
This time, with the ambition to completely destroy Song and the heart of revenge for Wanyan Zong Han, he personally led three hundred thousand troops to the south!
"Crossing the river! Destroy the Song Dynasty!
To take revenge for Zong Han and the men who died in Bianliang!”
On the north bank of the Yellow River, Wanyan Zong roared and waved his hand.
Behind him, the flood of Jin soldiers sounded the war drums and rushed down the river bank with ferocious expressions.
A portion of the Jin army's burly soldiers shouted as they crossed the river. They wanted to support the thousands of Jin army's vanguards who had already crossed the river and annihilate the remnants of the western army.
More Jin soldiers started to build pontoon bridges.
Because behind Wanyan Zong Wang's commander flag, there were two hundred thousand Jin soldiers with fluttering flags and surging killing intent!
From the north bank of Mengjin Ferry, it stretched for dozens of miles!
It was even more majestic than the Yellow River on the ground!
With so many troops, it was not enough to cross the Yellow River by boat.
As Meng Jin crossed the south bank, more and more Jin vanguards rushed up.
More and more corpses rolled into the Yellow River.
Han Shizhong held a horizontal saber in his hand, dashing left and right in the Jin army, and had already cut down dozens of Jin soldiers.
The veterans of the western army under his command were also jealous. They shouted and did not retreat as they engaged in an intense hand-to-hand battle with the Jin army.
More than seven hundred bodies of Jin soldiers were found in the river bank and the Yellow River. Almost half of Han Shizhong's Western Army soldiers were killed, and the rest of them had more or less new injuries.
"Puchi!"
A cold arrow was shot from the river. The 40-year-old veteran was hit by another arrow under his chest, causing his body to tremble.
Including the broken arrow that had penetrated his ribs, he had already been hit by seven or eight arrows.
His body was covered in blood. Since the start of the battle, he had killed more than a dozen Jin soldiers. It was already not bad for him to last until this point.
An ugly Jin soldier with a ponytail sneered and slashed at the neck of the veteran.
Not far away, Han Shizhong was surrounded by more than a dozen Jin soldiers. Seeing this scene, he shouted,""Old Sergeant, hang in there. Han Wu is coming to save you!”
As Han Shizhong said that, he risked his life to take a blow from a Jin soldier. Blood gushed out of his back. At the same time, he killed a Jin soldier in front of him and rushed out of the encirclement, running towards the veteran.
When the veteran saw Han Shizhong rushing over to save him despite his injuries, he immediately cursed,""Son of a b * tch Han Wu, don't bother about me!
Kill a few more Jin soldiers and guard this Mengjin Ferry!
Defend as long as you can!"
As the veteran spoke, he gritted his teeth and charged at the Jin soldier who was about to kill him.
Covered in wounds, he no longer had the strength to kill. Instead, he hugged the ugly Jin soldier who was about to kill him tightly and rolled down the river bank. With a splash, he fell into the water.
The Jin soldier struggled to float ashore, but he was held down by the veteran. Their heads floated up and down a few times before they disappeared completely under the water.
Only the roar of the seasoned soldier," No retreat!", reverberated faintly on the surface of the river.
Han Shizhong's eyes turned extremely red.""Old Corporal!"
The voice was extremely mournful, like a lone wolf who had lost its loneliness!
"Han Shizhong of the Third Battalion of the Qinfeng Road of the Great Song West Army died here today!”
Looking at more and more golden soldiers coming ashore, Han Shizhong's eyes turned red. Like a mad demon, he waved his sword and rushed into the place where the golden soldiers were the densest.
Near Han Shizhong, the two to three hundred remnants of the Western Army who were surrounded by the Jin Army also shouted and charged forward with red eyes."The entire C2 Battalion will die here today!”
It was clearly a suicidal fight!
Right at this moment, the sound of drums could be heard from behind the small wooden stronghold on the south bank of Mengjin Ferry!
The drumbeats were like thunder, spreading across hundreds of miles and resounding on both sides of the Yellow River!
At this moment, the sky shook!
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