Countless arrows were shooting at them, and cavalry covered in iron armor rushed to and fro blocking the road.

After all, Yang Lin is not a god, but a human being, and he will also be injured.

He walked and killed all the way, and rushed to see the four fierce generals Na Ye, Sai Ci, and Taishi. They rushed forward hundreds of feet, and finally reached Wanyan Zongwang.

He was also hit by three arrows and received an ax blow. His left arm was dripping with blood and was suspected to be fractured.

Although he had the body and eye skills to defend himself, he found that he still couldn't rush into the battle without getting hurt.

At this moment, I suddenly understood why generals in ancient times needed BMWs, long soldiers, sharp weapons and strong armor when they charged.

Because no matter how powerful you are, you can't block all attacks.

Especially, when the enemy's attacks are saturated to a certain extent and there is no room for escape, then you can only selectively accept some less fatal injuries.

The reason why Zhao Zilong was able to advance through Changbanpo seven times and come out seven times was not because Cao's army was weaker than the Jin soldiers in front of him.

It's because, in that situation, that person just wanted to escape and save others.

At this time, Yang Lin was bucking the trend and charging, unwilling to escape. He took the initiative to face the trap and charged.

Facing the gun array, charge.

Facing the rain of arrows, it is also a rush.

He never thought about retreating and wanted to break through between life and death.

He also wanted to kill the opponent's leading general, and his purpose was actually very clear.

The Jin people came all the way south, divided their troops into two groups, and slaughtered countless people at the same time.

Why do they dare to do this?

Just because the Song people were fearless and killed and surrendered all the way, there were not many soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty who could really pose a threat to their lives.

Once this person loses his scruples, he will turn into a beast and show cruelty that he cannot even imagine.

Yang Lin felt that he needed to give the Jin people a warning...

As long as you go too far, you can rise up everywhere in China. I ask you, do the Jin clan and generals have so many heads?

Did he develop immortality?

…

The blood becomes more vigorous and the body is burned with anger.

At that moment, Yang Lin finally felt that a hole had exploded in his lungs. It seemed like reality, but also like illusion.

Although the body is covered with scars, the strength is constantly being lost along with the energy and blood. It is the invisible loss of vitality.

However, the strength becomes stronger and stronger, the skills become more and more mature, and gradually reaches a certain critical point.

Yang Lin knew that his body had not long lived.

In just a moment or three, this body is about to collapse and life is about to come to an end.

"However, in the last days of my life, I finally saw the shadow of the road ahead."

How to describe it?

It's not scary to have a broken body, and it's not scary to have your internal organs cut by a sharp knife. He discovered that there was a new kind of power appearing in his lungs.

Just like spring water pouring into withered forest trees, at this moment, his body suddenly felt loose and agile under the influence of this inexplicable energy.

The knife-like wind all around suddenly changed and turned into the gentleness of spring.

Those arrows, swords, and spears that pierced his body all slipped away.

Completely powerless.

The lungs were burned by the internal fire, but the aura on his body was stronger.

The two golden generals, with helmets pierced through their heads and tall horns on their heads, looked at the moment when the arrow rain had paused for a moment. They didn't want to let this terrifying little Song man rest, so they all attacked together.

One person was wielding a sharp-toothed hook blade in his hand, and the other was wielding a double-edged battle axe. With the sound of whistling wind, they struck suddenly, but Yang Lin did not move to block this time.

Instead, he leaned forward and rushed forward.

The two long weapons smashed into his body, as if they were smashed into water, with no force at all.

The weapon wiped the corner of his clothes and picked up a trace of blood, but it was only a minor injury.

Finally, Yang Lin rushed through the high-wall-like military formation to block him, and with a slash of blood, like a rainbow, he passed by the majestic middle-aged man sitting under the commander's flag and on the white horse.

Wanyan Zongwang first looked indifferently at the forest of spears in front of him, at the general Ruyu under his command, and then at the Song man who didn't know how to advance or retreat, and rushed into the battle without thinking, with great disdain in his heart.

I thought that if Song Ting knew how to use these powerful generals and had an army of auxiliaries to restrain them, I might still be afraid of three points.

But.

A person who is ignorant enough to attack an army of tens of thousands is beyond the description of arrogance.

Although, his own army could not spread out in the city, and its strength was greatly damaged.

However, there is an advantage. No matter how good the opponent is in fighting, it is impossible to change.

That is, the issue of physical strength.

The other side charged into battle alone, fighting to the death with every move, but our own side had a steady stream of soldiers and generals, as large as a sea of ​​rivers, holding them back.

Even if it is a pillar supporting the sky, it still needs to be ground into an embroidery needle.

It's just an early death or a late death.

Sure enough, he saw his opponent's exhaustion and the end of his rope.

This is no surprise.

It's just a small episode in the process of siege of the city.

"Later, we must kill more Song pigs to commemorate the fallen soldiers."

While Wanyan Zongwang was thinking this, he saw that the short Song Dynasty man who had been fighting hard and fighting with blood suddenly transformed into a swimming fish leaping into the sea.

All the weapons hitting his body were like hitting strong and tough cowhide.

The most annoying thing is that the cowhide is also coated with a thick layer of butter.

Slippery or not.

There is also infinite power, which bounces back and penetrates from the point where the sword comes into contact.

In just a few breaths, the man squeezed his way out of the sea of ​​people and stood in front of his horse.

Then, he saw the figure leaping up.

Countless panicked shouts came from all around.

"General."

"careful……"

"kill!"

This voice is familiar to me from the past.

This is how they roared every time they stared at the bloodthirsty eyes and attacked the Song army formations crazily.

At that time, there will be more excitement and wildness.

But now, it's like a death cry.

Wanyan Zongwang was still in the mood to analyze like this when he raised the gold-plated pan in his hand.

He considers himself a Confucian general and does not admire rushing into battle at the head of the battle, thinking it is a reckless act.

But now, he wishes he was a fool.

Able to have some ability to fight back.

…

The sword flashed.

Wanyan Zongwang's head flew three feet into the sky, and was caught by Yang Lin. With laughter, he rushed out of the military formation from the opposite side and went out.

There was a cry of sorrow from behind.

The Jin people did not have the etiquette of the Song people, but they did not follow any rules.

Wanyan Zongwang was the second son of Emperor Wanyan Aguda of the Jin Kingdom, and he was also the commander-in-chief of the front army in the attack on the Song Dynasty.

In the past few years, he had made great contributions in the battles to destroy the Liao Dynasty and attack the Song Dynasty, and his future was about to be bright and bright.

Unexpectedly, he died at the last moment of destroying the Song Dynasty, under the protection of his own powerful generals.

If this matter is reported back to the Northland, people will probably laugh out loud.

At the same time, these generals who have lost their owners and incompetent soldiers may have a very bad end.

"Round, turn, loose, empty..."

Yang Lin stood on the top of the mountain outside the city, hung Wanyan Zongwang's head on the fork of a tree, broke the wood into incense, and set up a sacrifice for the people of Tokyo. After praying carefully, he sat down peacefully and looked at the sky.
To be continued...