"Don't worry about that. How can we be distracted by these trivial matters in the middle of a war? Besides, Wang Shixiong is actually three points stronger than the Jin general, but he is less experienced in battle. If we delay, he will be able to finish off the Jin general sooner or later." Han Shizhong didn't even look behind him, but only looked at the front army formation, or rather, looked at the farther distance behind the army formation. "Blow the horn and mobilize the entire Beiwei army forward. Then you lead 500 cavalrymen along the gap vacated by the Jin army's advance, and directly insert them under the Meng'an flag. I will lead another 500 cavalrymen to follow you. You must defeat the enemy in front of you in one fell swoop! Push the battle line forward!"

“Yes!”

Suddenly, a military call sounded, pulling the anxious Wuzhe back from his speculation about the war under the banner in the distance. He looked around in confusion and saw that the Beiwei Army of the left army of the Imperial Camp in front of him suddenly pressed towards him in a large force.

At first, he thought the Song army was coming up with this countermeasure in order to rescue Han Shizhong and the big banner. But soon, as a group of Song cavalry quickly attacked along the path he had sent to attack and decapitate the troops, this young Jurchen noble who had joined the army at the age of sixteen finally awakened his battlefield instincts - he had realized his mistake. It was his rash attack that disrupted the previous dynamic balance of the front line and revealed a fatal flaw on the front line.

For a moment, Pushan Wuzhe thought of retreating and avoiding the attack, but as soon as he turned around, he saw his father's flag swaying in the faint rain a few hundred steps behind him. He then felt ashamed, but simply did not look back. He just hurriedly mobilized his troops and tried to stop the fierce offensive of the Song army head-on.

Then, after a cavalry unit that had not yet been prepared was hastily sent out, it was immediately dispersed like drifting wood in a flood.

Not only that, what shocked Wu Zhe completely was that the Song cavalry that rushed over from the gap on his right wing near the river, penetrated the front line and achieved an unprecedented breakthrough depth. Instead of taking advantage of the situation to attack the infantry line in the middle to expand the results of the battle, they rushed straight towards his slightly empty front.

The other party not only wants to borrow Asa's previous method, but also wants to use his own method against him and try to behead himself in turn?

His previous action of sending Asa not only disrupted the rhythm of the battlefield, but also exposed himself?

He went to behead Han Shizhong, but the Song army came after him instead? !

In horror, Wuzhe, who had previously shouted in front of his father that he would personally kill Han Shizhong, was completely panicked. He turned his horse around and tried to escape... But after riding a horse for dozens of steps, he suddenly realized it for the third time... On the battlefield, in order to be prepared for any eventuality, everyone wore armor and masks. Unless the silver plate on the waist was revealed, how would the enemy know whether he was Puliyan or Meng'an?

But when he escaped, everyone around him followed him, which completely exposed him!

Out of some instinct, the black man made another wrong choice. He actually tried to stop his horse again, but since his identity was exposed and there was no one around, what was the point of stopping now except wasting time? So, he just stopped for a moment, then reacted again, and tried to escape again... This is what is called panicking. Not to mention the battlefield, which young people have not had similar experiences?

But on the battlefield, this kind of experience only needs to happen once, and often there is no need for a second time.

Cheng Min led his army to charge forward. Wuzhe simply ordered his troops to drop the flags and lie down on their horses to flee. He desperately tried to break through several cavalrymen who were blocking his way. After a short breath, he was ready to escape back to the rear army. But at this time, another wave of Song troops followed from the right side of the river channel. Leading them was a tall Song cavalryman in bronze-faced armor who rode up from the side and, under the guidance of the Song cavalrymen who had arrived earlier, went straight for Wuzhe.

However, when he got close, the Song general reined in his horse and turned around, trying to confront the black enemy head-on.

Wuzhe did not dare to delay when seeing this. He quickly squeezed the horse's belly and drew his spear, preparing to take advantage of the opportunity when the opponent's horse had just turned and had no speed to escape and fight at the same time.

However, the other party did not raise his gun, but instead raised his hand and took out a large iron-framed bow.

It was too late to think too much at this time. The two sides were fighting at a slow speed. The Song general raised his hand slightly and used the back of the bow to block the spear of the Wu player. The Wu player failed to hit him and was overjoyed. He just wanted to escape at this time, so why would he care about these things?

But just as a look of joy appeared under the mask, the next moment, he felt that his neck guard seemed to be grabbed by something, and was pulled backwards with a huge force.

When faced with this huge force, his feet immediately lost contact and he was thrown off the horse.

Not only that, after falling off the horse, Wuzhe was not thrown to the ground. Instead, he continued to be pulled off the neck guard by the huge force and dragged along the messy mud and water on the ground.

In the chaos, Pushan Wuzhe was already so frightened that his mind went blank. He had no idea and couldn't think about what was happening.

Of course, in the eyes of others, the matter was very simple. It was the Song general who had extraordinary strength and agility like a ghost. When the two horses met, he first arched his back to knock away the weapon of the black man, and then took advantage of the situation to hook the neck of the black man with the bowstring. He was even able to turn the bowstring with his backhand and fasten it to the opponent's neck.

The only thing was that the collar around Wuzhe's neck was tight and tight, so he was not strangled to death on the spot.

Of course, even so, Wuzhe was doomed. The Song general dragged him all the way to the riverside where the Song army gathered, and after releasing the longbow in his hand, Wuzhe was so dizzy that he couldn't even turn over, let alone stand. He could only lie down in the puddle and be slaughtered.

The Song army did not hesitate. Several people rushed forward without holding down his hands and feet. One of them lifted his mask while another stabbed him hard in the face with a knife, and easily killed the heir of the Pushan tribe.

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