The coach of the Southern Song Dynasty also knows that this is not good. At the moment, he waved his hand and shouted: "Ming Jin retired."

The golden bell rang, and the sound of crisp and sweet sound was instantly transmitted.

The drums will advance, and the gold will retreat. This is the battlefield iron gauge.

Turning around and leaving, the Southern Song Dynasty 100,000 soldiers and horses training is also very numerous, immediately after the team changed to the former team, the road to the madness.

However, the vertical horse has not yet opened a few steps. On the chaotic plain behind him, the black lacquered iron army came sharply.

Iron armor, shield, square square.

The drums are high-pitched, and the iron-gold tiger flag is in the sun, emitting a gloomy chill.

"We were broken off the road." The Southern Song Dynasty 100,000 soldiers and horses immediately became a bit awkward. There were wolves in front and tigers in the back. They were broken.

"Booming and banging..." At this time, a burst of violent blasts came from the two wings, and the sound was deafening, with iron-colored killing.

The fierce drums, the almost shocking people stood unsteadily.

Two iron-colored Tianchen soldiers and horses, accompanied by the drums of this fierce chill, were attacked from the east-west direction, and the pace was majestic and cold.

"We are surrounded..."

"Ah, ambush, ambush..."

In an instant, all the Southern Song Dynasty soldiers and horses were frightened, watching Tianchen Terracotta from all sides.

Looking at the iron-colored army with a cold and murderous atmosphere.

The fear that began to stop, they were surrounded by the whole.

Squares and squares.

In an instant, the 100,000 soldiers and horses of the Southern Song Dynasty, which was still mad, were immediately blocked in the Tianchen Quartet.

But see the iron color of the black pressure on the plains to spread out, and the light of the cold and chilling.

The warm wind is flying, bringing endless killing.

Standing tall on the rising hillside, Xuanyuan Che shouldered his hands and looked at the battle below. There was no trace of faintness in the eyebrows, only a cold and cold slogan was thrown.