Yelu Yanshan looked at the dense formations of the Xi army in front of the front, and couldn't help but frown. To be fair, he did not take the Liaodong Han army seriously. Yelu Dashi sent a 100,000 army to attack Guannan, Suzhou. Yelu Yanshan felt a little disapproved. This low Nanshan City was just a threshold for attacking Suzhou. The 100,000 army was approaching, and it could have been kicked open. However, in order to capture the outermost trench of this Tucheng, we must prepare with high standards.

The contrast between the front and back is so big. Looking at Wu Chun, the chief of artillery chief, Yelu Yanshan pondered in his heart. He was afraid that he would run away with the tricks and ask for help from His Majesty, and transport the giant iron barrel cannon from Liaoyang City to capture this small city. However, if he held a hundred thousand troops in his hand and attacked the small Suzhou, he still asked for help. In this way, Yelu Yanshan would not only lose face in the Liao army, but also felt strong unwilling in his heart. The Liao army suffered heavy losses in the initial battle and was about to launch a

During the second attack, a white flag was raised outside Nanshan City, and the sharp-eyed Liao soldiers began to point fingers." A hint of doubt flashed in Yelu's eyes. Unlike ordinary bandits, Han's rebellion was a slap in the thorns of the Great Liao for a hundred years. The Liaodong Han army once killed 5,000 Khitans. Whether it was the Han family or the Han army, they were different from the Great Khitan. Although the Liao army's offensive was extremely fierce just now, it was obvious that the Han army did not suffer any major losses. How could it be that it would suddenly surrender?

While he was wondering, the Han army at Nanshan City began to shout loudly. Although they were in Chinese, almost all the Khitans and Xi people could understand. The Han army actually allowed the Liao army to put away the bodies in front of the formation. The Liao army, from Yelu Yanshan, Guo Baoyi, to ordinary military soldiers, couldn't help but feel a little strange. Whether it was the melee of the Central Plains or the Hu and Han war, the practice of allowing the other party to collect the bodies of the dead robes in time has not been in many years.

"It's indeed not an ordinary thief." This idea suddenly popped up in many people's minds. The Xi army was preparing to attack, which caused a stir. The Xi people were accustomed to settle down and farming, and had long accepted the idea of ​​being buried in peace. Many people's fathers, brothers and relatives were killed just now. Now that the two armies were in war, they recognized the corpse in the wilderness. Now that they had the opportunity to collect corpses, they refused to let them go. Moreover, they felt a little grateful to the generals of Nanshan City. Seeing that the morale of the army was shaken, Xiao Zhong, Yuwen Mo and other Xi army commanders had no choice but to hold on and send someone to ask Yelu Yanshan for collecting corpses.

Yelu Yanshan thought secretly, saying that the Han army's thieves were not doing this in the past. He nodded slightly and said to his subordinates: "Suspend the attack on Nanshan and order 500 people to come out to collect the bodies." The Xi tribe general agreed gratefully and retreated.

The Xi army, with white cloth wrapped around his head, drove dozens of large carts slowly towards the mountain, and the Han army did not fire the artillery as promised. Up and down the mountain, more than 100,000 soldiers from both sides of Liao and Han watched silently as the five hundred people lifted one corpse after another onto the cart. Soon, the corpses on each cart were piled up like a hill. This scene fell into the eyes of the 100,000 Liao soldiers, not only the Xi people, but many Khitans and Han people showed the sadness of the rabbit and the fox. The blow to morale was even more powerful than the smoke just dissipated just now, and they witnessed the corpses everywhere.

The slightly injured Xi Jun fled back, and many injured Xi Jun were left on the battlefield, many of whom were moaning loudly, begging their tribe members to bring them back to their formation. Many of them were seriously injured, and even if they might not be able to come back alive, they always had more chances of life. The corpse-collecting Xi Jun could not bear to abandon these people and took them all into a cart.

"Lord Zhao, Liao Gou has no faith and has brought the living people back."

"Let them take them back," Zhao Xingde watched the scene and whispered, "It is not possible to act even if you are seriously injured. You have to spend manpower to take care of it. It is beneficial to our army without any harm." The subordinates around him nodded. The Xi army, who were slightly injured on the battlefield, tried every means to escape back. Those who remained were seriously injured. Instead of being petty, it would be better to be generous. Tong Yunjie and Liu Zhijian felt that Zhao Xingde was smart in the temple and that the enemy's collection of corpses was of no benefit to the attack, but the Han army used this rare gap to repair fortifications and replenish a large amount of ammunition on the gun position. For artillery, ammunition is undoubtedly the most important issue.

On a fortress in the south, the generals were just excited and saw an inexplicable truce in front of Nanshan City. Then the Liao army sent people to the battlefield to collect the bodies, and the Han army did not fire. Xu Detai said suspiciously: "What does General Zhao mean?" As soon as he finished speaking, someone continued: "General Zhao has his own intention, right?" The generals stopped talking. When Zhao Xingde strongly advocated the construction of Nanshan City and went to the city governor to defend the city, everyone was suspicious. Now Nanshan City and the artillery battalion easily repelled the enemy's attack, and their doubts naturally disappeared.

"General Zhao has his own reasons for his actions." Another whispered. Then the generals saw the flags shaking on Nanshan City almost at the same time. This was Zhao Xingde reminding the big and small forts behind Nanshan City to be on high alert. After a commotion, the military order was immediately passed.

The Liao army chariots that collected the corpse returned one after another, and brought back more than a hundred seriously injured people. Yelu Yanshan looked at the top of Nanshan city with a complicated look flashing in his eyes. No matter what the intention of this man general was, he was an opponent worthy of attention and should not be looked at by him.

Yelu Yanshan pulled out the sword from his waist and raised it hard towards Nanshan City. The Xi army, who had been waiting for the battle, immediately set off and pushed the cart in front to resist the cannons. The soldiers behind them lined up in a dense column, holding shields and following behind. In the Liao army's formation, the horns were roaring, and dozens of drums were beating in unison. At the same time, dozens of iron barrel cannons in the Liao army's artillery base opened fire together, and the sound of the cannons roared, shaking the sky and the earth.

The morale was heavy and strong. Under the leadership of the officers, tens of thousands of soldiers shouted to help the Xi army who were fighting. Five thousand cavalrymen rode on war horses, and after the Xi army attracted most of the artillery fire in the Han army, they penetrated into the back of Nanshan City through the open space on both sides of Nanshan City, cutting off the connection between Nanshan City and the rear of Suzhou Guannan. Rounding and encircling is a common tactic used by the Liao cavalry and is most handy in use.

Nanshan City is just a small earth city. Not only does it have no people, it cannot guard too many soldiers. Yelu Yanshan estimates that once such a small city is surrounded and the retreat route is cut off, the defenders will have to automatically collapse and even abandon the city and flee. In this way, it will be much easier to conquer Nanshan.

Yuwen Mo led the Xi army in front of the front, and the fortifications of the Han army seemed very quiet. The more this happened, Yuwen Mo became more and more uneasy. Through the gap in front of the car, he saw a group of archers standing behind the low wall of the trench.

"It seems that there is a fierce battle." Yuwen Mo gritted his teeth.

Just when they attacked Nanshan City last time, some Xi soldiers rushed to the Han army's castle, but found that there was no other entrance to these lumps except for the narrow gun holes. The soldiers had to dig hard on the side and top of the castle, and finally defeated under the attack of Han artillery fire. In order to conquer the castle, Yuwen Mo and other Xi generals found that the weakness of the Han army was too low and the gun holes were not high, so they could be blocked with carts and then bombed with thunder.

This time, the Xi army had just entered the effective range. Zhao Xingde put down the Qianli Mile Mile Mile and whispered: "Fire the cannon." His order was immediately passed. Soon, Nanshan City roared in unison against all the artillery positions in the north. Whether it was the enemy station or the castle, the artillery positions were all at a high altitude. The round iron bombs fired by the heavy artillery drew arcs and roared away, as if a crazy galloping horse broke straight into the Xi army's formation.

With a "bang", a round iron bullet weighing ten kilograms directly penetrated the roof of the car. The soldiers hiding in the car screamed and blood splashed everywhere. This kind of rush was covered with cowhides and bedding, which could defend against arrows and cannons. However, under the bombardment of the Xia Kingdom's iron barrel cannon, the protection of the craft seemed too thin. Under the bombardment of the heavy artillery, the flying wood chips injured many Xi troops, and the shafts of many craft were broken and could not continue to move forward.

Xi Jun suddenly became chaotic and paused. Yelu Yanshan also frowned. At this time, the battle was going on, and he realized that this battle was not easy. At this time, after the Xi Jun was in a state of chaos, a young general waved his scimitar and reorganized the queue regardless of the flying shells. Xi Jun actually gave up the cover of the cart and continued to march towards the Han army's artillery base.

"Yuwen Mo, he is a general!" A glimmer of admiration flashed in Yelu Yanshan's eyes, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Beat the drum to cheer for the warriors!" The drummers of the Liao army formation worked harder to beat the war drums, and the soldiers behind him also cheered louder.

"What a warrior!" Guo Baoyi sighed. In the Liao army, the Xi people and the Han people were the main forces of the infantry, and they were often compared by the generals. Now, shells are constantly falling into the crowd of people who are moving forward, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and people are constantly falling, but the Xi army is still moving forward, which makes Guo Baoyi have to give a thumbs up from his heart.

However, the Xi army was filled with increasing fear. The dense formation made the shells' lethality reach the maximum. Compared with the sharp arrows, this heavy round iron shell seemed to be nothing scary, but it had huge lethality. Each shell roaring through would bring out countless flesh and blood. "Forward!" "Forward!" "Make up!" Yuwen Mo and other officers shouted loudly, asking the soldiers to maintain their formation and not to retreat without authorization. The same team of the Xi army, most of the soldiers under the command, came from the same village and the same tribe. Therefore, despite becoming more and more fear, no one in the queue wanted to turn around and escape first.
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