The Liao and Song armies had been in Shuzhou for several months, and both sides knew the enemy's reality and reality.

"Get out of the camp! Arrange the array—" With loud shouts, the muskets and gunmen were wearing armor and arranged neatly small square formations with command as units. The officers and flag bearers were standing on the left front of the square formation. Unlike the Liao army who used to sign the army as the front formation, Yue Fei set up a formation with most of the Zhenguo Army as the front formation, and protecting the Yi army and some Zhenguo Army as the central army. The military camps of the prefectures and counties with weak combat power were protected in the back formation to avoid being impulsive by the Liao army.

The Zhenguo Army and the Baoyi Army are both mainly musketeers, and the methods of training are similar. However, the military robes and uniforms vary greatly. The Zhenguo Army's robe is red, wearing two iron armor inside, and ordinary soldiers wear helmets with red tassels, which looks like a sea of ​​fire from afar. The Baoyi Army's robe is black, with paper armor unique to the southeast and iron helmets on their heads. From afar, there is a cold light shining in the dark. Behind the Zhenguo and Baoyi Army, there is a mixed suit of the state and county Yi barracks. The Baoyi Army spent a lot of effort to make the archers of the prefecture and county Yi soldiers arrayed into a line of defense in the back. But in fact, Yue Fei and Zhao Xingde did not have much hope for the combat effectiveness of these Yi soldiers. To truly defeat the Liao army, one must rely on well-trained elites.

After a light rain, the river breeze was humid, but the air had a hint of anxiety. Dozens of iron barrel cannons of the Baoyi Arcade Artillery Battalion began to roar, and heavy solid round iron bullets roared towards the Liao army camp. Before launching the attack, Gao Su had used the method of cold artillery to determine the location of the Liao army camp. Although the Liao army had more than 20,000 elite cavalry, they were at an absolute disadvantage on the firearms. Faced with the shelling of the Song army, the counterattack of the Liao army artillery seemed sparse. Tiemuge tentatively sent thousands of cavalry to try to quickly attack the Song army artillery tower through the flat area by the river.

The navy of the Henghai Army lined up and swam on the river surface, and all the black artillery was aimed at the river bank. Han Shizhong used a thousand-mile mirror to observe the progress of the battle on the shore. The sound of killing from the shore was shocking, most of which were barbaric words. The cavalry of Tiemuge's troops was more fierce and barbaric than the ordinary Liao army, and the murders caused in various places were also more severe.

"Fire the cannon!" Han Shizhong said in a deep voice. The flag officer sent a military order. The flag on the ship was shaking.

"Okay!" The gunmen in each artillery position ordered "Fire!" The gunners lit the lead with a serious expression. "Boom" "Boom--" As the hull swayed violently, shells rushed straight from the river bank. The Liao cavalry who was charging was attacked by artillery fire from the front and side at the same time, and was hit. Some cavalry subconsciously lowered their bodies, as if facing the arrow feathers of infantry, but whenever the shells hit, they were mercilessly penetrated with horses and people. Some war horses were frightened and jumped around everywhere, and the cavalry could not control them, and the formation began to scatter. As they approached the Song army's artillery base, the cavalry desperately urged the war horses and began to straighten their bodies. The scimitar reflected cold light in the thousand-mile mirror.

The artillery base of Baoyi Army is actually equivalent to a low city, and the Liao army's cavalry seemed to be able to jump past. But in fact, the closer they approach the artillery base, the more fierce the side firepower they would encounter. At the same time, the sound of "bang bang" and "bang bang bang" muskets sounded on the artillery base. In front of the artillery base, there was a position of muskets slightly lower than the artillery base. When the Liao army's cavalry rushed into the range of dozens of steps, in addition to artillery, the muskets gunmen on the artillery base also began to intensively

Fire guns. In the Liao army's firearms camp, muskets are also a type of cannon, called hand cannons or small cannons. Compared with bows and arrows, muskets have very low accuracy. Therefore, Baoyi Army did not spend too much time training to aim. When firing guns against the enemy, they only need to have a fast word. Muskets firing are much more complicated than shooting crossbows and archers, and can be divided into more than a dozen actions. However, after years of repeated training, the Baoyi Army's musketsman fired guns at a speed that is as fast crossbows.

"Swap-change! Change the shotgun" shouted loudly on the cannon base. The gunmen rushed to push the cylinder full of shotgun into the cannon chamber. "Boom" and "Boom" cannons roared again, sprinkling hundreds of shotguns on the cavalry near the cannon base. Almost in an instant, a blood-flying death zone formed in front of the Song army's cannon base. The war horses that rushed to die one after another, and few cavalry survived. Just when the musket gunmen were about to replace the gun stab, the Liao cavalry behind saw that the situation was not good, turned the horse's head, trying to bypass the densely distributed front of the Song army's cannon base and rush to the cannon base from the side and rear.

"General Zhao, Beilu want to copy the back road." The officer who was passing the order said loudly.

Zhao Xingde shook his head and continued to observe the Liao army's main formation in front of him with a thousand-mile mirror. Although the Liao army raided the artillery base, there was no continuous cavalry following behind. It seemed that this round of the Liao army was just a test. On the flank and rear of the artillery base, because the number of artillery was limited, the Baoyi army did not arrange many artillery positions, but the Ya military camp, which was mainly a thunderbolt, was guarding there.

Du Chujiao looked at the cavalry getting closer and closer and raised his right hand.

"Preparation--" The officers of the Ya Bian Battalion shouted loudly. The thunderheads stood on the cannon barracks, holding the sky-shaking thunder in one hand and the fire-blade in the other. Seeing the Liao cavalry getting closer, many people's breathing became heavy. This thunderheads were one head taller than ordinary soldiers. They were not wearing simple two-stage armor, but tightly protected thunder armor. They just removed the arms of the thunderhead armor for the convenience of throwing. In addition to the sky-shaking thunder, the close-killing weapons were inserted beside the thunderheads. The left and right military camps used various long soldiers, such as long-handled heavy axes, spears, long-handled maces, and modao, while the Central Army's thunder camp was a one-colored spear. Throwing the sky-shaking thunder requires more courage, not as complicated as the operation of the musketsmen, nor as difficult as the crossbowmen.

The enemy cavalry was only a hundred steps away, and there was no need for Du Chujiao to give the order. The archers of the Ya Bian Battalion had already begun to bend their bows and arrows to suppress the enemy cavalry's rushing from a distance. Because the thunder was too far away, Zhao Xingde placed the few archers of the Baoyi army in the Ya Bian Battalion. The Liao army, under Tiemuge, came from the grassland tribe, and the cavalry was the leader. The artillery fire on the flanks and rear of the artillery base was not as dense as the front, giving the cavalry a breather. The Liao cavalry used his legs to control the horses, almost standing on the stirrups, bent his bows and arrows on the back of the horses that were undulating like waves. The sound of "swooshing" was endless, and arrow feathers rushed past the air.

"My goodness, do these barbarian meat and horses grow together?"

Ma Yuanyi, Xu Shiqi and others stared at the Liao army's cavalry in amazement. More of the Yi soldiers looked as white as paper. The Liao army cavalry did not attack the Raozhou camp behind the artillery tower. But they were frightened, and some people trembled unconsciously with long spears in their hands. Compared with the pale-faced soldiers, the cheeks of the battalion commander Zhang Jiurong showed a sickly red color. He was wearing thick leather armor and looked at the Liao army cavalry not far away through the gaps in the wooden fence, murmured: "Today is the killing of one's life."

"These people are like evil spirits," the deputy commander once whispered, "Can we stop it?"

Zhang Jiurong's face froze. He turned around and looked at his subordinates who were already showing timidity. A feeling of shame suddenly surged into his mind, "This is my fault!" Zhang Jiurong said to himself.

"You have to stop it, you have to stop it," he shouted out loudly, Zhang Jiurong suppressed the anger in his heart, slowed down his tone, but said louder, "No matter how fierce the Northern Li Lu is, you can't retreat in this battle. If you lose this battle, the entire Southeast will be over, and Raozhou will be over. You, you, you—" He looked at the subordinates who were still shocked and suspicious, and said word by word, "If you lose this battle, your family and your relatives will be in trouble."

Thinking of Youyan under the rule of the Liao army and the tragic situation that happened in Henan and Hebei, Zhang Jiurong's eyes turned red. He shouted: "The coward who turned around and escaped today will regret it in the future! I, Zhang Jiurong, today I want to fight with the Northern Territory for the last breath, and even if I die here, I will die here!" Zhang Jiurong rarely spoke so loudly. After he finished speaking, he only felt that there was a cold air in the cracks of his bones. It seemed that in order to hide his mood, he pulled out the long sword from his waist, held it in his hand, and faced the Liao cavalry in the distance. Although his way of holding the sword seemed very amateur,

But no one laughed at the old soldiers in the camp. The momentum of dying is always a bit intimidating. Zhang Jiurong usually doesn't care much about the affairs in the camp, but the distribution of military pay and the food and clothing of the soldiers are still caring for. Although the soldiers in the camp look down on him, they still obey the battalion's rule. At this moment, in front of the fierce Liao cavalry and when everyone is feeling weak in their hearts, this scholar's rule that is usually despised by everyone actually burst out with the courage that is unknown to everyone. The hundreds of soldiers in the camp looked at Zhang Jiurong, and there seemed to be some unusual meaning in their eyes.

"Zhang Tongzhi is like this, we have no other way out," Ma Yuanyi sighed, "Just fight."

"Fight for it." Xu Shiqi also nodded. The soldiers of Raozhou Camp held the weapons in their hands tightly, and the morale of the army just now seemed like a bubble. People's hearts are always like this. When they gave up the last trace of luck, they developed a sense of courage in despair.

At this time, the detoured Liao cavalry rushed into the area about thirty or forty steps behind the cannon base, and the battle here also entered a fierce close contact.
Chapter completed!