Of course, Zhang Nuoping knew that this was a Qin song. He had a lot of knowledge and was naturally proficient in the Song Dynasty. However, he had never heard of this song. He had no words to ask for confirmation from his companions. This song was passionate, and even Zhang Nuoping, who had a hostile stance, could not help but exclaim: "I heard that Zhao Gouguan was a disciple of Su Xueshi, and his lyrics and music were famous for a while, and he was also a master of poetry. In this way, it would be a good thing that Zhang Wu was captured by him. I hope that the kid would have the opportunity to learn from Zhao Gouguan...

If you pass the order, you must not hurt Zhao Gouguan. I need to capture him alive and let him sing lyrics and compose music for me in the future."

On the chaotic battlefield, such orders were not too late to be passed on to the front line. Zhang Nuoping was here to make a gesture. As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of iron balls had already flown in the Song army formation, and deafening explosions sounded one after another. This shooting frequency could only be the effect of a cyclone cannon. The cyclone cannon was spread to the Song State because of the contribution of Mr. Zhang Wu. Zhang Nuoping was a little embarrassed. He turned his face and pretended not to pay attention to the situation of the battle. His colleagues were also tactful and did not evaluate the dynamics of the Song army.

The explosion sounded, and Shuai Fan roared in the army: "Shoot, shoot quickly, keep them out of the formation."

The desire of the coachman was impossible to realize. The side vans in the front row had not been arranged yet. After suffering major casualties, the Xixia Guards finally rushed into the army along the gap of the side van. At this time, Zhao Xing had already taken the big knife from Ma Dun and gave a calm command: "It's too late, the commander of the general commander of the entire army, and ordered the whirlwind cannon and the crossbow to continue shooting. We must block the follow-up attack of the Xixia people. The front line belongs to me, and you can choose the right time to suppress the whole army."

Zhao Xing led his servant to the frontier of fierce fighting with a calm expression. The band of rods and drums remained in place. Seeing Zhao Xing step by step, they steadily headed towards the frontier of fighting step by step, they suddenly raised their voices and sang loudly: "Old Qin, let's go to the country to sorrow together, blood will not flow, and will not stop fighting if they die."

"But the day is here," Shuai Fan shouted wildly: "Shoot all the bombs and gunpowder arrows, adjust them to the maximum range. Don't stop, shoot them all."

The front line was broken, and the Song army was a little panicked, but where Zhao Xing walked, the Song army immediately stabilized. They sang loudly with the song of the drums and music of the sticks and drums: "The old Qin, we will go to the country to mourn together, and we will not die, and we will not fight."

The soldiers in front of the whirlwind cannon and the crossbow gradually returned to peace, and Shuai Fan also calmed down. He listened to the military information report like flowing water and issued instructions frequently.

"Reported, the gunmen in frontier Huan County have suffered heavy casualties and have dispersed..."

"Turn the Qiang Village spearmen forward, send the third company to support him, order the remaining gunmen in Huan County to retreat from the left side of our formation, enter the left wing for repair, and order the right wing Wen Xixin to adjust one of them to fill the third company's defense zone."

"Report: Feng Xiang, the commander of the third company, was killed and 20% of the third company, and the spearmen in Shengqiang Village collapsed. The fifth company headed up."

"At such a fast speed... I'll transfer the remaining soldiers of the third company to retreat from the right wing and order the Guidebao spearmen to move forward and fill the defense zone of the fifth company..."

"Report: The recruiting master has arrived and is organizing a counterattack. The front line has stabilized, and the fifth consecutive casualties will be 30% of them, and the battle will not retreat."

"Order the whirlwind cannon, do not stop the crossbow, order the 11th Company to go up to reinforce, order the teaching battalion to fill the vacancies in the 11th Company..."

After pausing for a moment, Shuai Fan sighed: "It turns out that war is really a management problem. The movement and dispatch of this personnel are really a problem... Order the remnant Huan County gunmen and the third company are mixed together, order the remnant Sheng Qiang Village gunmen to be incorporated into the third company, and order the officers of the third company to be replaced in order according to their official ranks, and immediately return them after the reorganization is completed."

Shuai Fan was there to deal with the management problems, and Zhao Xing had already begun to deal with the tide of Xixia soldiers coming like a tide. Under his command, the soldiers on the front line formed dense small circular formations in platoons, leaving a large gap between each circular formation, allowing the Western Xia cavalry to traverse. However, from time to time, they attacked the Western Xia soldiers from the circular formation in squads.

The attack speed of the Xixia soldiers who lost their impact speed became slower and slower. It felt like the Song people suddenly became tougher. Although there were gaps between the large formations, they would shoot a few cold arrows from the small circular formation next to them from time to time and throw a few guns. Occasionally, a few people would rush out of the large formation and attack the passing cavalry. Gradually, few Western Xia cavalry were running into the Song army formation, and the circle formed by the Song army became larger and larger...

This time it was Zhao Xing's turn to attack. He aimed at a "copyman" in Xixia. The tall horse riding by the Xixia man crashed into a small formation of the Song army. He knocked over several Song soldiers in succession, waved his sword and chopped over several Song soldiers, and shouted ferociously: "Song Nu, you still dare to resist stubbornly..."

While roaring, the chaser turned around and caught a watermelon-sized meteor hammer flying towards him. He quickly turned around and blocked it with the knife in his hand. With a tingling sound, Mars burst out. The chaser hammer changed direction and slammed heavily on the chaser's chest, causing him to squirt blood and he couldn't sit on the chaser's horse.

The Western Xia military system is based on "copying". Each "copying" is not limited to manpower. The young and strong in a tribe can compile several copies, and there are even female copying. The leader who copied each copying is called "copying". Most of the people who serve as copying are veterans who have been through war.

It is said that such a veteran knows how to block the meteor hammer. This weapon cannot be crossed. It must be pushed along the chain and pushed the meteor hammer away. However, the meteor hammer just now flew too fast. In an emergency, the hand could only crossed. This meteor hammer was from Zhao Xing's hand. It was amazingly powerful and its speed was beyond the expectation of the hand. He originally wanted to block the tip of the hammer, but after blocking the chain, he was hit hard, and saw two tall men, one black and one white, pounced on him in his blurry eyes.

The man wearing white armor held a meteor hammer in one hand and a narrow narrow-edge knife in the other hand. The man wearing black armor only saw his bare teeth on his face, white and extremely sharp, and other facial features were shrouded in a ball of darkness. The black man's arms were as thick as a human waist. He was not here to fight. He held a kite-shaped shield in one hand and an axe in the other. Whenever a cold arrow shot at the white armored man, the black man would use the shield in his hand to block the white armored man.

"Hero, it's not in vain to die in the hands of such a person..." The last consciousness of Zhuanshou was this sentence.

However, he didn't know that the moment he closed his eyes, several short Japanese men had already jumped and rushed to the front of the white-armored man. With a wave of their swords, they cut off the head of the hand without any trouble, picked up the hair bun of the hand and put it on their waists, and then returned to behind the white-armored man.

The Japanese horse servants snatched Zhao Xing's spoils, and Zhao Xing had no choice but to do so. These horse servants were simply natural mountain runners. They had been following the noble horses barefoot since they were very young, and they could run continuously for a long time for a morning without having to rest. Although Zhao Xing claimed that he was extremely physically strong, he had no temper towards these Japanese horse servants in terms of running speed. Moreover, these horse servants followed him and cleaned the battlefield for him, so he did not get entangled. He turned around and followed Tyson's pointing, and stared at another young Xixia general.

This young Xixia general was a military soldier. In modern terms, he meant a noble servant. The aristocrat mentioned here refers to a level like the division commander. Just now, when Zhao Xing was dealing with a scrimmage, he rode on his horse and shot cold arrows at Zhao Xing, which made Tyson angry.

The whistle sounded in the Song army's round formation. According to regulations, the principle of the team attack was to eliminate one target every time. Zhao Xing had completed the task. When he killed the scribe, the round formation that was dispersed by the scribe was reassembled, while the round formation belonging to Zhao Xing prepared the next attacking team and frequently greeted Zhao Xing with the whistle.

Zhao Xing waved his hand and led his team to join the new round formation of reorganization. As soon as he entered the formation, he greeted him: "Give me a crossbow, I want to shoot that Zishan."

No need to worry, the frequent shooting of Zhao Xing just now has angered several round formations around. Song Bing in the round formation either shot arrows at him or threw javelins at him, and several round formations organized people to attack this one. Seeing this, Xia Bing gradually surrounded this one to protect their morale symbol...

The battle situation was in a state of anxiety. Zhao Xing, who was at the forefront of the battle, was fully mobilizing a group of people to attack the small formation formed by the Xixia people. The Shuai Fan in the back formation saw that the overall situation was stable and looked happy: "It's great, just fight like this, continue shooting, continue to drop bombs, and block the Xixia people's continued attack. We have stabilized the front line and persist! The recruiting masters will expel the Xixia people and persist!"

When he saw the Song army camp stable, Ma Cong began to breathe a sigh of relief. While commanding the giant stone-throwing cannons on the Jiang Jiekou city wall to launch artillery guns to support the Song army, he asked Cheng Shuang behind him: "Xiaoshuang's wife, are your armored cavalry ready?"

Cheng Shuang had a blind confidence in his uncle Seven. He looked at the Song army camp and nodded frequently while answering: "It's great. Uncle Seven has blocked the Suwei Army and Bu Bazi's continuous impact. The Capturing Army was blocked by the explosion. Wait, Uncle Seven has not sent a signal yet, so don't worry."

Zhang Nuoping, who was opposite, was shocked and his chin almost fell to the ground: "The guards were all gone, and Bu Bazi was still resisting sporadically, and the Capturing Army could not rush forward. What army was opposite? Is this still the Song army?"

Just as Zhang Nuoping was amazed, the frontier of the Song army was closed, which meant that the Xixia people rushing into the Song army formation had no resistance. Immediately after a short period of time, the Song army actually stepped forward. They sang loud military songs, raised their spears and faced the Xixia people's army, walking with a proud and gritted their teeth.

What they sang was: "Sage, wisdom, benevolence and righteousness, and show the truth. All under the world is the king's land. Any king's ministers are the king's ministers!"

"The Song army actually attacked, and the Song army actually launched an attack on our Xia army in the field." Zhang Nuoping was unbelievable, extremely shocked, and muttered to himself in a daze: "What did I see? Can anyone tell me whether what I see is true or not-the Song army actually fought against our army in the field?"

In the Song army camp, Shuai Fan gave the final order: "The whole army will join forces to launch a full-scale attack, whirlwind cannon, and the crossbow will quickly change the bowstrings and repair them to damage them."

After the city of Shengyikou, Cheng Shuang continued to say to herself: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, Uncle Qi has not sent a signal yet."

Ma Cong looked at it in a narrow view. There was only a rolling white smoke in the middle of the battlefield. The Song army pulled the side wings and drilled straight forward with the side van, and wrapped the white smoke in the thick area. The Song army's central army crashed into the white smoke, and then the thick smoke rolled and gradually drifted to the sky. The artillery and crossbowmen left on the spot began to get busy, and they desperately replaced the damaged crossbow and stone cannon with new components.

After a while, the smoke of gunpowder disappeared, and the Song army had approached the Xixia army. The powerful crossbow army of Xixia began to attack the Song army with dense rain of arrows. The Song army was silent, but approached the Xixia people stubbornly. There was a red light in their eyes, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding. Along the way, countless corpses and countless pools of blood were left...

With the craftsmanship of the Song people, bows and arrows still could not organize the attacks of the Xixia people, and the Xia people were even worse, because the Song army's armor was thicker and the protection was stronger. After a while, the vanguard had already crashed into the Xixia people's camp. The grenadier dropped bombs one by one, shaking the Xixia people's shield formation, and waiting for the smoke of gunpowder to cover the Xixia people's main formation. Zhao Xing and Tyson, black and white, were the sharp edges, first crashed into the gunpowder.

"Victed!" Zhang Cun, the left wing, was in tears.

"I won!" Wen Xixin, on the right wing, looked ecstatic.

"Victory!" Zhang Cheng, the central army, was overjoyed.

"Victed!" Shuai Fan, who stayed in the same place, thanked God, thanked Shakyamuni, thanked Confucius, thanked Shakespeare: "We attacked in the field, and we entered the Xixia camp in the field, and we won with less and more. We won, and we Qin people finally had the courage to die... Let the drum band use all your strength to sing Qin songs to me repeatedly, victory is on the front line, and sing the song of triumphant with the last strength."

Qin Ge's lethality was extraordinary to the people of Xixia, because the people of Xixia also admitted from the heart that "the world is the king's land, and the shores of the earth are the king's ministers." Otherwise, they would not come to the Song Dynasty to ask for gifts every year; Qin Ge's lethality to the soldiers of Xixia was also obvious, because the main task of the Xixia Capture Army was to capture residents of a place in Shaanxi and select the strong ones to join the capturing army. When the stick drum band approached the front line, the blood of the Qin people in the Xixia army gradually awakened, and the first thing that was shaken was the prisoner army.

The aide reported to Zhang Nuoping: "Sir, it's not good. Some prisoners are singing 'The old Qin, go to the country to mourn, blood will not flow, and death will not stop. The military academy cannot suppress it."
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