Destroy Jin and conquer Song, and carry the Northern Expedition through to the end

Chapter 6: Human Affairs and Loneliness

"I am Liu Huai, a Han Chinese! Death befall the Jin thieves!"

Liu Huai felt the whistling night wind, the scorching flames, the warhorse under his crotch, and the long sword in his hand. However, in the actual experience, he felt a sense of trance and unreality.

He felt that his soul was divided into two parts, one part had killed countless enemies with a knife but could not ride a horse, and the other part had galloped thousands of miles on horseback but had never killed anyone.

After breaking through the darkness and arriving at the gate of the Qian army, he saw the men wailing under the iron hooves of the Jin army. Anger like a raging fire surged from Liu Huai's chest. The two souls finally merged together, and an uncontrollable roar burst out of his mouth.

"I am Liu Huai, a Han Chinese! Death befall the Jin thieves!"

Pushan Sabab had just pacified the situation of the Qian army. There was a human head stuck on the tip of his long sword, and he used it to intimidate the Qian army. He had no time to deal with the threat from the side and rear.

Liu Huai released Wei Chang's horse reins, gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, exerted force with his legs, and swung it down with all his might.

The sharp machete drew an arc in the air, and the firelight reflected on it, emitting a hazy color.

This color was also the last thing that Pushan Saba saw.

With the help of horsepower, leg strength, waist strength and arm strength, the machete cut into Pusansaba's neck like cutting tofu, chopping off his head and half of his arm together.

Liu Huai hit the target with one strike, but did not stop. He passed in front of the other Jin cavalry, turned his long sword, and slashed at another Jin soldier.

Although the Jin soldier reacted, he only had time to raise his spear to resist slightly, but he could not withstand such a huge force and was knocked off his horse.

In an instant, one of the nine Jin army cavalrymen was killed and one was injured, and the originally neat formation was immediately scattered.

Liu Huai galloped past, and before the rest of the Jin army had calmed down from their panic, several more riders emerged from the darkness.

"Yeah, it's Li San from Shandong! Remember to tell my name when you see the King of Hell!"

If Liu Huai's anger was triggered by the blood of the soldiers and civilians, then the anger of Li San and others could not be extinguished even by pouring all the water in the sea.

Among those who lived under the rule of the Jin Dynasty, who did not have a tragic past? Who lived like a human being?

Especially after Jin ruler Wanyan Liang decided to march south, the Jin Kingdom's heavy taxes and levies on the Han people under its rule reached an unimaginable level.

Selling children and destroying families has become the norm in Shandong.

Under this premise, how could Li San and others not be jealous when they saw the Jin army?

Li San's horsemanship was naturally not as good as Liu Huai's, but he was also skilled in archery and horsemanship. He raised his spear with all his strength and knocked a Jin soldier off his horse.

However, this Jin soldier remained brave and at the moment he fell off his horse, he actually hugged the spear that pierced his abdomen and tried to pull Li San off the horse.

Li San had no choice but to let go of the spear, slow down his horse and stabilize his body.

During this delay, the remaining six Jin soldiers had reacted. They shouted in unison and confronted Li San and others head-on.

Both sides were light cavalry wearing only cloth clothes, and their riding skills were comparable. They fought in a palm-sized space at the entrance of the camp, with no room for maneuvering. Both sides fought almost with their lives in exchange.

Liu Huai first looked for Wei Chang who was lying on his horse, then turned his horse around and inserted himself into the battle group from the rear again.

Although the Jin army was prepared, they could not withstand Liu Huai's overwhelming strength. Even if they used their round shields to block the machetes, they were still knocked off their horses and dazed.

Wei Chang lay sprawled on his horse, twisting his body in a frenzy, unable to control his horse or participate in the battle. He grew extremely anxious. Seeing some of the Jin soldiers who had been knocked off their horses rise again, Wei Chang simply jumped off his horse. After a hard fall, he picked up a spear from the ground, let out a strange cry, and lunged forward with all his might.

The Jin soldier stood up tremblingly and was about to launch a sneak attack on Liu Huai, but he heard a roar behind him that was not like a human voice, and the next moment he was nailed to the ground.

Wei Chang stepped on the corpse of the Jin soldier, trying to pull out his spear, but he didn't know where it was stuck. He could only throw the spear aside and lean over to pick up the Jin soldier's knife. However, as the wound on the Jin soldier's body magnified in his vision, Wei Chang finally couldn't hold it in anymore, knelt on one knee, and vomited.

Because he hadn't eaten for almost a day, Wei Chang couldn't vomit anything but some sour water.

"Achang! Stand up!" Liu Huai turned around and saw this and shouted loudly.

At this time, there were already scattered Jin troops surrounding them from the outside. Although they didn't understand what was going on, and even found it difficult to distinguish between friend and foe in the melee, they did not directly join the battle.

But if you continue to stay where you are, you will be dead.

Wei Chang waved his hand, drew his sword and stood up shakily, then picked up the round shield from the ground, followed Liu Huai and continued to slash forward.

The two men took one step at a time and rode their horses, almost invincible, and came to Li San.

Seeing that the Han soldiers were still cowering and didn't dare to step out of the camp gate, Liu Huai was furious. He reined in his horse, pointed his long sword at the soldiers and shouted, "The Song army has arrived. Shandong men, follow me to kill the Jin thieves!"

As soon as the words fell, while the others were still shrinking back in fear, a skinny old man with wrinkles all over his face ran out from the crowd.

However, this pioneer did not escape from the camp through the passage that Liu Huai had created. Instead, he threw himself on a young corpse at the camp gate, picked up the other's head, knelt down and burst into tears.

Tears flowed down the wrinkles on his face and fell to the ground. The old man held the young man's head in his arms.

"This... this soldier who was just killed by the Jin army should be the old man's son." Liu Huai was a little dazed.

However, before Liu Huai could react, the old man's actions had already caused a chain reaction.

The Han'er soldiers rushed out of the camp gate and soon pushed the old man to the ground. Countless big feet trampled over him, drowning the figures of the old man and his son.

Liu Huai raised his long sword, then put it down dejectedly.

What can he do?

Go and kill all these terrified Han'er soldiers here? Then come an old man to cry over the corpses of their sons?

Liu Huai just let out a roaring sigh, dragged Wei Chang onto another warhorse, and then led the surging crowd to escape from the camp.

During this period, there were a few Jin soldiers who were self-confident and brave and wanted to stop the crowd of soldiers, but they were quickly pushed down and trampled into meat paste along with their horses.

Many cautious Jin army officers looked at this scene, their faces turned pale, and they immediately ordered the soldiers beside them to retreat.

The Qian army had already blown up its camp. It was impossible to maintain discipline by killing people with a small number of troops. The only thing they could do was to let the main force of the Jin army form a formation together to avoid being swept into the chaotic torrent.

"Follow me!" Liu Huai turned around and shouted, "Li San, bring along those who are still alive!"

Li San had two knife wounds on his body. One of the three villagers who followed him had died in the battle, and the other two were also panting and covered in wounds.

Hearing this, he covered the wound on his side with one hand and turned back to call out to the two villagers: "Let's go!"

"Song Gou! You can't leave!"

A roar filled with resentment came from the side and rear.

Zhang Yu's eyes were bloodshot as he led five armored cavalry guards to charge towards Li San and the others.

(End of this chapter)