Chapter 1: The Awakening of Shin Wang...

  Mo Er Chi led the cavalry to charge forward, breaking into the main formation of the Righteous Army. But the Righteous Army was like a monstrous beast that opened its mouth and swallowed three thousand golden armored cavalry in one gulp, surrounding them from all sides. On the surface, the Righteous Army still maintained a defensive posture.

  Jin Jun's deputy commander shouted loudly: "I'm not afraid of death! General, where do you want to fight? I'll be the first one up!" These words struck Muer Chi's ears like a big bell.

  Mo Er Chi raised his head and saw the military flag of Xing Wang's army, with a large "Xing Wang" embroidered on it, as well as a commander flag representing the ability to command the entire army. Below the commander flag was the young prince of the Song Dynasty, Xing Wang Zhao Chen.

  The King of Xin in the Song Dynasty! I didn't expect this guy to have a good command of the army! Indeed, he is a wise and resourceful person. Looking at the flag of King Xin across from him, looking at the white-faced young man on the high slope. The wolf-like eyes of Mo Er Chi Hu shot out fiercely, he swung his giant club and roared: "Young men, do you see? That is Zhao Chen, the King of Xin in the Song Dynasty! Come, follow me, I'll take you to get the head of Zhao Chen's son!"

  The officers beside Mu'er shouted: "Kill Xin Wang Zhao Kun!" The many besieged Jin army cavalrymen all shouted together: "Kill Xin Wang! Kill Zhao Kun!"

  Mo Er Chi led the charge on horseback, wielding his wolf-toothed club in wild and furious sweeps, cutting down anyone who stood in his way. "Absolutely cannot let Golden Dog get close to Xin Wang!" The voices of a thousand people merged into a single, simplest goal.

  Thinking of the revered King Qian's safety being threatened by the Golden Dog General, all fear and hesitation were swept away. In the face of a formidable enemy, the righteous army soldiers showed extraordinary bravery. One by one, the righteous army soldiers let out loud roars like mad lions as they charged towards M?ngke and his Golden Army cavalry.

  "As long as he is killed, King Xian can be protected!" With this belief, wave after wave of charging soldiers shouted "Kill the golden dog", and the angry militia soldiers rushed forward, the crowd rushing forward like a stormy sea, holding various weapons and charging towards Mo Er Chi.

  Facing the enemy that came like a swarm of ants, even with Muer's strength, he couldn't help but frown. Muer's dancing wind and rain were impenetrable, and the bloody storm was revealed under his wolf-toothed club.

  The vanguard commander Sun Zhenjian was struck by Mo Er's giant club in an instant, his helmet shattered and his brain smashed. But this did not affect the momentum of the righteous army's charge at all.

  A terrible abyss of devouring life was stirred up with Mo Er Chi as the center, and the horses and men on both sides rushed in like a whirlpool, killing each other. What tactics, what martial arts, were all thrown aside by the righteous army at this moment.

  At this moment, there was only one thought in their minds: "Our king is under threat! We must not let the Golden Dog get close to him!" The righteous army soldiers charged forward without hesitation, meeting M?reke's wolf-toothed club. They no longer sought to kill the enemy or gain military merit; they only wanted to use their flesh and blood to block M?reke's advance, to give their king time to escape!

  In the military formation, tens of thousands of people were shouting desperately: "General Wang, live for a thousand years! Get out of the way quickly! Commander-in-chief, get out of the way quickly!" The righteous army soldiers held long spears and guns, all thrusting towards Muer Cha. Muer Cha also felt that he could no longer hold on. Although the wolf-toothed club in his hand was still sharp, the enemy came wave after wave, continuously and relentlessly, without regard for their own lives. Not to mention anything else, just physically, they were exhausted. At this time, Muer Cha began to wield the wolf-toothed club with difficulty as he urged his horse forward.

  All over the battlefield, there were cries of agony from the dead. At this time, the deaths continued unabated, the wounded were endless, but they fought desperately.

  In an instant, a flash of lightning flew by, and Mo Erchi felt his chest being torn apart. "Puchi!" A throwing spear pierced Mo Erchi's chest. Mo Erchi saw that the person who threw the spear was none other than Zhao Chen, the King of Song. He spat out blood, pointed at the righteous army in front of him, and immediately fell to the ground.

  The remaining righteous army began to kill the remaining Jinbing cavalry, and the Jin army's cavalry was quickly stabbed empty. Several generals also surrendered.

  Wanyan Zhen's eyes dimly closed, and everything before him was enough to prove that the Great Song royal family was not without talent, but rather that talent had been buried.

  Long ago, I heard that Xiao Gan and Pu Jia Nu and others boasted about how powerful Xing Wang was. Wanyan Zhen always felt that there was something fishy about this. If that Xing Wang really had skills, why did the Song army always lose and even get captured by them? Now that I've seen it for myself, I finally understand. This Song dynasty's Xing Wang Zhao Chen is truly a talented person, just looking at his deployment of troops can tell you something about him.

  But no matter how formidable King Zhao is, I must defeat him. Fully and stably defend my own Weizhou. So this battle is crucial! Only victory, not defeat!

  Seeing the three thousand iron cavalry surrounded by the righteous army, Wanyan Zhen's eyes widened, he already knew that the king of Xin, Zhao Chen, was a master of deploying troops and arranging formations. Because the righteous army in front had set up a very formidable formation, once his main force was used, this would become a back-and-forth war of attrition. Such battles are not good for victory or defeat, but will have a huge consumption of troops on both sides.

  Because the Song people resisted the Jin army that invaded their homes, the Jin country's consumption in various places was extremely large. The troops supporting Weizhou from various places have now reached the limit, and other places can no longer send troops to support them. Therefore, Wanyan Zhen cannot be defeated, nor can he win a miserable victory. Because the righteous army has sufficient strength, his strength cannot be greatly damaged, otherwise, his army will be defeated by the subsequent righteous army. Of course, if you can capture or kill King Xiang Zhao Kun, then even a miserable defeat is acceptable. However, King Xiang Zhao Kun is not so easy to capture and kill.

  "Pass the order!" Wanyan Zhen yelled: "Order Li Jia's slave to lead 10,000 infantrymen to launch a swift attack on the Song army's flank, increase pressure on the enemy and coordinate with the cavalry!" Just as he was yelling, cheers erupted from the front of the righteous army.

  "King Xin is invincible......!" "Long live King Xin......!" "The enemy cavalry has been completely annihilated! They have surrendered!" "The enemy general was executed by King Xin!"

  "What!" Wanyan Zhen heard that his number one general, Muer Chi, who had the bravery of a thousand men, was actually killed by Zhao Chen, the Prince of Xining of the Song Dynasty, who had no power to bind a chicken. His eyes were wide with anger and his liver and gallbladder were bursting. Was this Prince of Xining of the Song Dynasty really like the legend, having the help of gods? Even his own number one general, who had won many battles, died at his hands!

  "What's wrong? Attack!" Wanyan Zhen shouted at the messenger in a state of panic. The Jurchen women of the Jin army were mostly cavalry, while the infantry was composed of soldiers from other ethnic groups, including Han, Khitan, Bohai and Xianbei people. They were considered to be the vanguard's cannon fodder, and they were also the absolute main force in the Jin country's southern expedition to attack cities and plunder land, as well as the army with the highest mortality rate.

  A lone horseman galloped straight towards the flank of the Jin army. Li Jue's slave was watching with bated breath as the volunteer troops cheered and jumped for joy, when he suddenly saw a lone horseman rushing towards them. He also recognized that the other party was the commander-in-chief's messenger.

  "Report! The general has an order!" The messenger held a small flag in his hand and shouted at Li Jia Nu: "Li Jia Nu, receive the order!" Li Jia Nu, who was riding on horseback, cupped his hands and replied: "Your subordinate receives the order!"

  "Order, Li Jia Nuo lead 10,000 infantry to attack the righteous army's flank!" After finishing speaking, the messenger handed the command flag over to Li Jia Nuo. Without another word, he bowed and turned his horse around to leave.

  With the small flag in his hand, Li Jia Nu's mind began to stir. He saw the righteous army's formation change and flow like a strange beast that could swallow up all of the Jin army. Three thousand Jin soldiers, three thousand genuine Jurchen warriors, were killed off in a short period of time.

  The righteous army's battle formation is extremely dense and solid. Don't even mention the 10,000 infantry under your command, even if you had twice the military strength, it's uncertain whether you could shake the righteous army's ingenious formation. Don't underestimate the righteous army's formation, although they seem somewhat unimpressive, their battle formation has many variations and who knows what secret weapons are hidden inside!

  In a short period of time, Zhao Xun didn't train any special forces, but he trained several simple formations. These formations were improved and evolved by Zhao Xun, with just a few small changes making the formations change endlessly, extremely powerful.

  At this time, there were only a few white clouds in the sky, and the sky was still blue, but on a sunny day, in that fluttering wind, some bloody smell floated faintly. This smell made Li Jia Nu shiver. He then woke up from his meditation and realized that he was still on the battlefield fighting against the righteous army.

  Li Jia Nu is from a small tribe of the Jurchen people, he has no background or real skills. He has always relied on his seniority and bribery to get to his current position, now that he sees the righteous army is strong, he has made up his mind to let the troops go and fight, if they lose, he will escape himself. Anyway, the responsibility for defeat does not lie with him, naturally there is a scapegoat to take the blame.

  "Kill!" The Lijia Nu led the last row of infantry in a phalanx formation, and 10,000 infantrymen formed an arrowhead-shaped array to charge and kill the righteous army. The righteous army suddenly changed its formation, from square to round, becoming a circular plum blossom formation. One by one, the circular formations came forward, engulfing Lijia Nu's 10,000 troops in the gaps of the circular formation.

  One by one, the circular formations were like interlocking gears that thoroughly eliminated all the enemy forces they had bitten into. Only then did all the Jin troops realize that some of them were surrounded from both front and back; some faced dense formations in front of them; while others could not see a single enemy soldier, but could only watch the fierce battle ahead within their own dense ranks.

  Under such a righteous army formation, the Jin army's formation had long been dispersed. After half an hour, the fierce battle was still going on, and in the blink of an eye, Li Jia Nu's 10,000 infantrymen seemed to have lost one-third of their strength.

  At this time, the ten thousand Jin soldiers had completely fallen into the military formation of the righteous army's infantry. One by one, the Jin soldiers were stabbed with long spears and long guns, crying out in agony as they fell to the ground.

  "General..." Hearing the call of his subordinates, Wanyan Zhen suddenly woke up from his senile confusion. He took a look at the battle situation and saw that the Jin army, which had been winning repeatedly, was now showing a decreasing trend. He knew he had to send troops to rescue them. However, if all 10,000 infantrymen who came to support from Zhending were defeated, then he would be finished too. But looking at the current situation, his less-than-10,000-strong army couldn't make a difference, and going out would be futile, sending them to their deaths for nothing. He wanted to defeat the enemy army, but now he didn't know what to do.

  Wanyan Zhen bit his lip and coldly dropped a word: "Wait..." Wait? What were they waiting for? The Jin soldiers didn't understand, nor did Wanyan Zhen's trusted subordinates. They were all bewildered. All that could be heard was... the pungent wind blowing in waves.

  A strong wind blew by, and the great flag flapped loudly. At this beginning of summer's hot season, it made all the Golden Army soldiers feel quite chilled.

  As the righteous army soldiers continued to strike down several Jin army infantrymen, a hail of arrows flew in from behind the circular formation, turning the Jin soldiers into a beehive... The wolf smoke billowed, the battle cries shook the sky, the golden armor clashed, and men shouted as horses whinnied.

  The Liao army is less than half its original size, and many Han, Khitan, Bohai and Jurchen infantrymen have surrendered.

  "Charge! Kill!" Wanyan Zhen bellowed, and the remaining Jurchen soldiers began to charge forward. The two thousand cavalrymen also launched an attack on the flank of the rebel army's formation.

  Jin Jun's offensive was fierce, and the Jin army charged up in teams, but due to Zhao Chen's ingenious formation, they avoided the brunt of the attack. The formation opened a gap, and surprisingly swallowed all the Jin soldiers into the formation.

  At this time, the number of Jin army soldiers was significantly less than that of the righteous army, and they were at a disadvantage from the start. "Kill——" With a loud shout, 2,000 Jin cavalrymen charged towards the righteous army.

  But soon 5,000 cavalrymen under the command of Xiao Deru, a Khitan general, charged forward with a loud rumble. The two armies clashed immediately, and men and horses flew into the air as swords and spears drew out a sheet of red blood. A piece of shouting and neighing sounded, and an intense battle unfolded.

  At this time, Zhao Yun moved. He drew his sword and shouted: "Expel the Golden Dog! Return my rivers and mountains!" Along with his shout, all the righteous army called out together: "Expel the Golden Dog! Return my rivers and mountains! The blood will not dry up, I swear to fight to the end!"

  "Capture Wanyan Zhen the old thief alive!" General Zhao Xun roared. The imperial guards all shouted in unison: "Capture Wanyan Zhen the old thief alive!" Gradually, all the righteous army were shouting: "Kill! Capture Wanyan Zhen the old thief alive!"

  For a time, the battle presented a one-sided situation. Under the attack of the righteous army with high morale and desperate fighting, under the coordination of that wonderful formation, the Jin army, which could no longer hold on, began to retreat in disorder. At this time, Li Jue led his remaining 3,000 infantrymen to secretly retreat. The retreating Jin army bypassed Weizhou City and rushed towards the northeast direction.

  "Bastard! Coward, bringing shame to the true man!" Seeing Li Jia's slave escaping, many of his Jin soldiers also retreated in defeat.

  At this time, Wanyan Zhen, who was still leading the remaining Jurchen army in a desperate battle against the righteous army, had his face flushed with anger and his whole body trembling. Holding his treasured sword, Wanyan Zhen shouted loudly: "Kill Xiangwang Zhao Chen! We will be victorious!" After that, he led the remaining cavalry and infantry to charge straight at the already advanced great banner of Zhao Chen.

  Facing the charging Golden Army, King Zhao Xun was not afraid at all. He coldly glanced at these remaining Golden soldiers who had escaped from the circular formation, and personally led his 500 loyal soldiers to charge forward. The steel spear rose, and in an instant, it plunged into the body of a Golden soldier who had charged forward the most. Zhao Xun pulled out the long spear, and a strand of crimson splashed out. At the same time, he raised his spear and struck, and three Golden soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

  Jin army old general Wanyan Zhen led the remaining Jin soldiers to charge towards King Xining Zhao Chen. King Xining Zhao Chen disregarded his personal guards' obstruction and charged forward, wielding a long spear to fight alongside the Jin soldiers. Although these true Jurchen warriors were not afraid of death at all, exchanging lives for lives in a desperate battle. However, after half a year of training, Zhao Chen had gradually regained his former abilities.

  Zhao Xun is no ordinary person now, after stabbing the fifth golden soldier, he stabbed into the heart of the sixth golden soldier. Zhao Xun's shooting skills are one shot one kill, never missing a target.

  Facing the dense Jin army and his own righteous army, Zhao Song felt that riding a war horse was very inconvenient in the battle array. Because the war horse could not gallop in the dense crowd, it was better to dismount and fight. Zhao Song understood, immediately turned over and got off the horse, putting the steel spear on the horse's hook pole.

  Then, Zhao Xun immediately drew out his twin swords and showed the Jin soldiers a bit of his own swordsmanship art as a future special forces operative. The sword techniques of ancient times were different from those of the future; they were practical combat techniques, techniques for killing people. Unlike the fancy sword dances of the future, which emphasized stabbing and slashing, and coordinated with footwork and body movements, including sweeps and parries. No matter what kind of sword technique it was, none of them were focused on showiness.

  But King Zhao Xun's swordsmanship was quite flashy. A Qinglong treasure sword and a Honglong treasure sword, both were made of hundred-refined steel. The two weapons flew up and down in his hands, drawing out paths of deadly cold light. And General Zhao Xun, clad in armor, killed one person with each step, leaving no survivors within a thousand miles. As he danced with the twin swords, people's eyes became dizzy, and every sword strike either cut off the throat of the Golden Army soldiers or pierced their throats or hearts.

  Zhao Zhuang lightly dragged, and the sound of "puffing" could be heard. That was the sound of blood splashing out from the neck. In an instant, more than a dozen Jin soldiers fell down again.

  King Zhao's extraordinary martial arts skills stunned all the enemies. If a heavily armored general with a large sword were to appear in front of these golden soldiers, chopping and slashing them to death, they would not be afraid and would rush forward to fight to the death.

  But in the eyes of those Qin people, that young man with no strength to bind a chicken, King Zhao Xuan, was like a war god in armor. He played with two swords and killed people so easily, which is not something ordinary people can do.

  For ordinary people, even the greatest warriors start from the basics of practicing swordsmanship or other martial arts. But Zhao Chen's swordsmanship is about killing people, using faster and better methods to kill people. Using two swords together to kill people, and what is displayed is simply a divine move.

  Is it a celestial being descending to the mortal world? Is it the God of War possessing someone? What could be more terrifying than this in this world? The Golden Soldiers were frightened, and they recalled the legend about King Zhao Xun.

  With the help of the immortal, King Zhao Xiang and the queen escaped from the heavily guarded Golden Army escort team. With the help of the immortal, King Zhao Xiang won battle after battle. Now they saw the real divine miracle!