The crowd roared, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty!"

Before long, the heavy cavalry regiment charged out of the city gate.

Three thousand armored soldiers, like a steel torrent in the night.

The horses' hooves pounded the ground as if they were about to crack it.

The soldiers' fervor seemed to scorch the cold night sky.

Left wing! Left wing! Left wing!

At this moment, the Song army had only one concept in mind: to tear through the already weakened left flank of the barbarians with lightning speed and attack the central army.

There are still some scattered barbarian soldiers on the left wing, but they are like rotten wood under the iron hooves of this Song army.

By this time, Cui Jin had already been slashed more than a dozen times, and his armor was badly damaged. He led his men forward, shouting, "Young Master Lu You, don't let my soldiers die in vain! Otherwise, I will never forgive you!"

Holding a silver spear, Lu You led the eight hundred soldiers given to him by Gu Changting, and together with the main force, they tore through some obstacles like gods and Buddhas, charging towards the left flank.

"Report!" the messenger hurriedly reported.

Muker shouted, "What's the panic!"

"Reporting to the commander! Song troops! Song troops are attacking this way!"

"Heh, these Song bastards have some nerve, daring to confront our brave soldiers head-on! Where's Yebari? Let his men teach these Song bastards a lesson!"

"Reporting to the commander-in-chief, General Yebali... has gone to pursue the Song army!"

"Hmm?" Muker frowned.

"How many Song soldiers are there?" Muker wondered, feeling as if Song soldiers were everywhere tonight.

A sense of foreboding rose in Li Ganshun's heart. Out of fear of the Song army and the shadow in his heart, Li Ganshun said, "General, let's quickly engage in battle!"

"Charge!"