Chapter 1: The Awakening of Shin Wang...

  At this time, Wu Feng killed a small general of the Jin army, and a head was cut off by him, with blood splashing all over his body. Before he could put away his sword, a wolf-toothed giant club fell from the sky. Wu Feng had nowhere to hide, so he raised his long knife and met the wolf-toothed club with full force. The wolf-toothed club hit the long knife, causing countless sparks to fly out.

  Wu Feng let out a loud roar, and the wolf-toothed club bounced back up. Wu Feng didn't wait for the enemy commander to swing the wolf-toothed club again; his battle knife had already been thrust into the opponent's throat, followed by a horizontal slash, and the opponent's head flew off.

  A loud "pa" sound, followed by a Xianbei general rushing up, holding a long spear, pierced one of Wu Feng's personal guards. In an instant, he pulled out the spear and stabbed at Wu Feng.

  Wu Feng clashed with his opponent, swinging his blade towards the other's head. Both parties exchanged blows, parrying each other's attacks and counterattacking in kind. Wu Feng was left with a gash on his ribs, while his opponent had a bloody slash across his chest from Wu Feng's battle knife.

  Wu Feng's bodyguards shielded him, and then rushed forward in unison, blocking his front with a flurry of slashes. The injured Xianbei general was beheaded on the spot.

  The Xianbei Jin soldiers fought with their lives, desperately breaking through the encirclement. Nearly a third of the 5,000 Wind and Thunder Army officers and men who followed Wu Feng to defend the high slope were killed. The mountain road in front of the blockade, the hilltop, and the half-slope were all piled up with corpses, layer upon layer. The supporting righteous army soldiers used these corpses as a formation, fighting hard to block the enemy's advance.

  "Kill..." With a single order from Liu Sang, the soldiers of the Fierce Leopard Army swarmed up. They all frantically surrounded and killed the Xi people's Golden Soldiers, who quickly fell to the ground. Amidst the cries of "Surrender and we won't kill you!", many of the Xi people chose to surrender.

  At this time, the left mountain of Fushan was filled with killing sounds shaking the sky. Under the reflection of the soaring flames, several thousand people were entangled together in a chaotic battle, and corpses covered the fields.

  Wang Jin could no longer remember how many people he had killed, anyway his whole body was covered in blood, and the blood on his hands was so much that the hilt of his war knife began to slip. In order to grasp the hilt, he had to take advantage of the opportunity to retreat and reorganize the battle formation, tear off the clothes from the dead bodies, and wipe his hands clean.

  At this time, the last team of Xianbei cavalry guarding the left mountain appeared. Wang Jin led his troops to kill in the front, he was tall and majestic, with one knife down, the enemy's head flew up, blood splashing everywhere. A Jurchen soldier was cut off his horse by Wang Jin, before he could get up with serious injuries, several Ming soldiers stabbed him with knives and guns, chopping him into a bloody pulp on the spot.

  Several Khitan cavalrymen came galloping, their long spears and knives swooping down, and arrows flying through the air. Several soldiers of the righteous army fought to the death, but still fell one after another. One soldier was hit by a Khitan wolf-tooth club, his brains bursting out. Another warrior was cut in two by a Khitan knife, his upper body falling from the horse to the ground with a mournful cry.

  Seeing the plight of his soldiers, Wang Jin's eyes were about to split open, and he let out a loud roar, striking with lightning speed, killing several people in a row. A Xianbei general was directly chopped down from his horse by him.

  The cavalry behind Wang Jin did not retreat and continued to fight fiercely. Wang Jin was like a raging tiger, unstoppable.

  After the most intense fighting, more than 500 defending Jurchen-led Golden Army soldiers were killed, and the righteous army's troops were reduced to less than 2,500 men.

  In the dark of night, a mournful howl suddenly echoed through the air, sending chills down people's spines. A terrifying atmosphere gradually enveloped the Huiyao village behind Mount Fu.

  The cries of killing grew louder and clearer, gradually merging into waves of sound. At this time, Xiao Gan, who had retreated to the back mountain, was shocked and frightened. The face he loved looked extremely bad, and his eyes even showed a hint of fear. The war horse under him seemed to have sensed its master's horror, constantly letting out low whinnies, its four hooves continuously retreating.

  The tribal leaders and generals who followed King Xiang Dan of the Xianbei all looked up at the battlefield in the distance, seeing the flames rising to the sky on the left mountain, their faces shocked and worried, not knowing how much their army would lose tonight.

  "Great King, hurry back to the camp." The leader of the Xianbei tribe was afraid and urged Xiao Gan repeatedly. If the Fushan defense line collapsed, all the Xianbei and Jin troops that launched a surprise attack tonight would be defeated, then they could only abandon Fushan and move their camp back to Pingding.

  The leaders of the Xianbei tribe were intimidated and wanted to abandon Fushan and escape. At first, they surrendered to the Jin army in order to survive. Now, in order to survive, they want to flee under the attack of the righteous army. The weakness and cowardice of the Xianbei tribal leaders made Xiao Gan extremely disappointed and angry. His resentment was growing more and more, about to explode.

  The current situation of the Khitan people being treated as dogs by the Jurchen people, yet being guarded against, is all because of this group of greedy and timid Khitan tribes. Can't you think about the future of the Khitan nation beyond your own personal interests? Without the existence of the Khitan tribe, whose meat would you eat and whose blood would you drink? Now that the Jurchen people are on guard against the Khitan everywhere, the situation for the Khitan is dire, and if they lose the war, their future will be even more unbearable.

  Xiao Gan didn't speak, tonight's battle situation is out of control, his own elite Jie people army suffered a severe setback, the responsibility is all his. In order not to be laughed at by the Khitan people, in order to hold his head high in front of the Khitan people in the future, he absolutely cannot lose Fushan. As long as Fushan is not lost, even if the Jie people's army loses tonight, it won't affect the overall situation.

  The Xianbei general Jin Jun is trapped in the enemy's formation, and Xiao Gan must rescue him. Otherwise, they will have no soldiers to guard the camps, and now there are only over a thousand people in both the You Shan camp and the Hou Shan camp.

  "Pass down the order, let our reinforcement of one thousand cavalrymen spare no effort to break through with our infantry main force." Xiao Gan was unwilling to give up Fushan. In order to capture Xing Wang and achieve merit, he absolutely would not abandon Fushan. To hold onto Fushan, they could not give up the nearby infantry troops.

  The scouts of the Xianbei general Jin Jun rode back from all directions, each whipping their warhorses into a frenzy, neighing in pain. The four hooves were lifted off the ground as they galloped swiftly towards them like wind and lightning.

  "Your Majesty, it's all over. Our infantry and cavalry have collapsed, some have surrendered, others have died in battle. The remaining 10,000 or so men are fleeing rapidly, pouring in like a tidal wave. The Song Dynasty's Xining Army has arrived, they have hundreds of thousands of men, covering the entire mountain!"

  "Your Majesty, run quickly! There are many enemies and they're all charging over! Xiao Gan felt like he was going to suffocate, his vision blurring with dizziness."

  On the battlefield, the tide of people surged forward, and the righteous army's fierce charge climbed up to the left mountain of Fushan, charging into the camp on the left mountain of Fushan, completely occupying this place.

  "Boom, boom, boom..." The righteous army's war drums thundered. The infantry and cavalry of the righteous army advanced with a loud whoosh, like a fierce storm. The Khitan army fled in front, and the righteous army caught up and slaughtered them from behind. Along the way, they chased and killed, instantly splashing blood and flesh everywhere, and the tragic sounds of slaughter shook the night sky.

  "Kill..." The roar was like a mountain-splitting hammer, heavily smashing onto the mountain head where corpses were scattered all over, and a thin layer of bloody mist spread in the icy cold air.

  "Kill..." King Jin led the dragon wolf army's generals, their voices thundering as they rode their horses like fierce tigers down the mountain. They charged forward, killing their way through the enemy.

  The righteous army is pursuing and killing, the Xianbei people are resisting. Both sides are engaged in a fierce and brutal fight, with swords, axes, spears, and wolf-toothed clubs clashing. Various weapons are flying up and down, blood is splattering everywhere, and heads are rolling and flying through the air. Arrows are falling like rain, recklessly devouring lives.

  "General Shen Shan...!" Liu Xi's eyes widened, and he suddenly raised his knife and shouted wildly, "Kill the Golden Dog!" "Kill the Golden Dog...!" The soldiers of General Shen Shan's army charged forward, trampling over the bodies of the vanguard and the enemy in front of them, advancing fearlessly, fighting fiercely in a bloodbath.

  Under the night sky, the raging flames in front illuminated Zhao Song's face. Zhao Song raised his whip and said to Ma Zheng: "General Ma, take some men up there to persuade them to surrender. Bring a few more Qidan people, as long as they shout like this when they go up, many Qidan people will definitely surrender."

  Just then, Hou Jun's Gao Bao Shan sent an urgent report that the Jurchen army was approaching from the side and rear. Also, according to a scout from the Far East Di Zhong Yi She, another main force of the Jurchen army came from Shouyang direction, with about 40,000 to 50,000 people, just out of Shouyang city.

  At this time, Zhao Kun listened and didn't show any emotion. He just said to the messenger: "Tell General Gao that if Wanyan Wen dares to come, I will have him beaten badly. Although his army is twice as strong as the Black Dragon Army, tell General Gao that their troops are a bunch of mobs and are not his opponents at all."

  The sun slowly rose, casting a million rays of light. The Golden Army's commander, King Ye, had set up his camp on the summit of the mountain behind Floating Mountain. The war flags surrounding the camp were fluttering wildly in the cold wind, but unfortunately, the army beneath the flags was in disarray.

  As the righteous army charged forward, the Right Mountain was also breached by the righteous army. The remnants of the Khitan army barely escaped to the safe rear mountain camp.

  The losses of the various armies of the Xianbei were extremely heavy, with some Xianbei troops being completely wiped out or captured. Some Xianbei battalions had only a few dozen people left, and some even disappeared entirely. The survivors were in a state of shock and disarray, but eventually, the remaining cavalry and over 10,000 infantrymen managed to regroup, and the soldiers gathered together again.

  After daybreak, the remnants of Jin Jun's troops drank some water, ate some dry rations, and caught their breath. Their lost souls gradually returned. Just then, a dense bugle call suddenly came from the foot of the mountain, followed by the thunderous sound of war horses galloping, the sound growing louder and closer to the rear mountain.

  The righteous army quickly killed the rear camp of Fushan, and the righteous army saw King Xie Ganche and a group of Jie people, Jin generals and tribal leaders fleeing in panic.

  It turned out that the Xianbei infantry were afraid of the righteous army, not only did they not go to defend the camp, but also fled in a swarm from the rear mountain camp. Xiao Gan and his men saw that all the troops had run away, what could they use to resist the righteous army? They immediately galloped away too.

  As the Golden Army fled, the righteous army's warriors began to gallop up the mountain, fiercely battling for half the night. The righteous army suffered heavy losses, and the generals were exhausted, but the battle was far from over, and it was getting increasingly arduous.

  On the battlefield of Houjun, Wanyan Wenzhong led the army to launch a full-scale attack. Gao Baosan led the Khitan general Xiao Deli and the Xi general Gan Guoduo to lead 5,000 soldiers to resist Wanyan Wenzhong's army.

  The battle gradually became a stalemate, with soldiers on both sides fighting to the death in bloody combat. The trenches built by Hou Jigang became beasts that swallowed lives, and the fortifications became monsters that tore lives apart. Every time the Jin army captured a trench, they paid a heavy price, while every time the Yi army abandoned a trench, they left behind rows of corpses.

  The Jin army's offensive suddenly became so fierce that Gao Bao Shan and his subordinates were caught off guard, and he rushed to the front line to command in person. The Hei Long Jun's soldiers were completely suffocated. Facing twice as many Jin troops, they didn't even have time to breathe, and apart from fighting to the death, their minds were a complete blank. At this point, there were too many enemies, swarming in like bees, and the barbarian soldiers wished they had three heads and six arms to kill them all, without any time to think about escaping. In fact, running away would have meant certain death at that moment.

  On the mountain ridge behind the battlefield, seeing that many of the Jin army soldiers in front were Han people, Zhao Yun's anger flared up and he scolded loudly.

  Those Han people in the Jin army were Han people wearing Jurchen fur. Those people lost their conscience, extinguished their heavenly nature, and willingly became dogs for the Jin soldiers, slaves for the barbarians. They slaughtered their own Han compatriots, slaughtered their own Han brothers and sisters for the savage Jurchens.

  Seeing the large army of Jin with many Han people, Zhao Ze was furious. In such a vast Song Dynasty with tens of millions of Han people, there were only a handful of Han people left in his hands who still had conscience, backbone and knew they were Han people fighting against the Jin soldiers.

  At this time, on the floating mountain array, under the voluntary surrender of the righteous army, a large number of Xi people began to surrender. However, Xiao Gan was chased by a cavalry team. Xiao Gan still had several thousand men and horses under his command, most of whom were the defeated troops from last night's battle. For a while, their morale remained low. On the battlefield, people shouted and horses neighed. The soldiers on both sides fought bravely, and the fierce killing sounds echoed through the mountains and fields.

  "Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw..." Xiao Gan's generals didn't wait for the approaching righteous army to get close, they turned their horses around and ran. The Jie people, Jin soldiers had wanted to run long ago, seeing the command flag fall, "whoosh" they all ran, each one riding their horses like flying, chaotically fleeing all over the mountains."

  The soldiers of the righteous army continued to charge forward, their mission was to chase and kill the Jin soldiers, inflict maximum casualties on the enemy, cut them down mercilessly, and not give them a chance to regroup.

  Xiao Gan fled northwest under the protection of his personal troops and generals. Meanwhile, large numbers of Xi tribesmen were routed and fled in all directions in disarray.

  At dawn, the first batch of captives arrived. They were tied up with ropes in a long line, standing nervously on the mountain path. Wang Jin, Wu Feng, Liu Xi, Liu Sange, Zhang Ying and Zhao Songyong each led their personal soldiers to arrive on horseback. These captives were like livestock waiting to be sold, helplessly waiting for their fate to be decided.

  Zhao Zhu pointed at Wu Feng's army and shouted loudly: "Feng Lei Army, replenish five hundred!" With Zhao Zhu's order, Wu Feng waved his hand, and his personal soldiers galloped away on horseback. As they counted along the way, Wu Feng leaped off his horse, cut through the ropes with one slash of his knife, and hastily led the five hundred men to rush to the rear battlefield.

  "Dragon Wolf Army. Add three hundred cavalry." King Jin personally led the guards and counted three hundred people, then pushed them to leave quickly. "Hurry, hurry...” One of the captives was probably too scared, accidentally fell down. The entourage rushed up, raised their hand and slashed with a knife, the head fell off, blood splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding people's heads and faces. The captives were greatly frightened. They ran away, fearing being killed if they fell behind.

  At this time, Wanyan Wen's eyes were fixed on the intense fighting in front of him, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The righteous army and the Khitan people from Fushan Mountain were killing each other, and they could still withstand their own attack. It was simply unbelievable.

  Wanyan Wenzhong knew that the Jurchen people had always been on guard against the Khitan. After all, the Khitan's surrender to the Jurchen was an unavoidable situation. The Khitan had always wanted to establish their own independent country, which was absolutely not allowed by the Jurchen.

  Wanyan Wenzhong's plan was actually to kill two birds with one stone and benefit from the situation. However, he never expected that while the main force of the Righteous Army was still fighting against the Khitan people at Fushan, the remaining forces behind him were still strong enough to resist his attack.

  At this time, the Black Dragon Army, the rear army of the Righteous Army, not only resisted the Jin army but also dug many trenches with wooden stakes to block the enemy's cavalry and infantry.

  Seeing that the attack was unfavorable, the righteous army on the opposite side resisted stubbornly, and their own military strength suffered heavy losses. Wanyan Wen ordered to increase troops and speed up the attacking rhythm, leading the army to launch another attack.

  At this moment, a corpse lying obliquely at the edge of the trench suddenly bounced twice and rolled into the bottom of the trench. The Jin soldiers held shields and rushed over quickly.

  "Shoot, shoot..." The Khitan general Xiao Deli hid behind the wooden fence, shouting loudly at the soldiers beside him. Several archers aimed at the feet of the Jurchen people and released their bowstrings at the same time. Long arrows whizzed out. The Jurchen people were caught off guard, and the first few people let out a painful cry, one of whom lost his balance and fell into the ditch, instantly being pierced by the long sharp wooden stakes in the ditch. A few others gritted their teeth and continued to charge forward.

  "Kill..." Xiaode Li flew up, with his shield and himself, and charged forward. The Jin soldier in the front couldn't dodge in time, his foot was hit by an arrow and it hurt to the bone, he had no strength to resist, and was immediately knocked into the ditch. A mournful scream came from the bottom of the ditch, but was soon covered up by the intense sounds of fighting.

  The Heilongjun soldiers swarmed up, engaging in close combat. A Bohai soldier's eyes widened as he let out a loud roar. With one swing of his sword, he knocked open the Jin army's wolf-tooth club and followed with a swift kick. His speed was incredibly fast, leaving the enemy no time to react, sending them flying into the air. The Jin soldier's body flew up, landing in the ditch with a thud, immediately impaled by wooden stakes, not making another sound.

  "Damn you, Golden Dogs! I'll kill every last one of you!" Mori Hidetaka dodged the thrusting spear and grabbed the shaft, pulling with all his might. His strength was immense, catching his opponent off guard, and he yanked him in two steps closer. With a flash of his war knife, "Splorch" - blood splattered everywhere as Mori Hidetaka sliced his opponent in half with one swift stroke.

  The Jin army continued to attack. One battalion after another charged forward, and the attacking soldiers also fought continuously. The Black Dragon Army's vanguard, the Yi Army, could no longer withstand it and retreated into the formation of the array, continuing to fight against the Jin army. The small team led by Mu Li was already unable to hold on under the fierce attack of the Jin people. The soldiers of the vanguard died one after another.

  They soon retreated to the back of the Ju Ma formation, and if they retreated further, it would be a ditch. Two teams of Jin soldiers attacked from left and right, their war knives and axes swooping down. Mu Li barely blocked two blows, and his war knife suddenly broke in his hand.

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