Yan Xi yelled: "Let's fire!" After shouting, he ignited the lead of the musket.

The war horses rushed to this distance, no matter how skillful the riding skills were, they could not turn the horse's head. Chen Wuyi shivered and almost stuck the entire fire fold on the lead, which burned up. In order to shorten the time from ignition to launch, the musketeers of the Zhenguo Army took the initiative to cut off the lead. It was strictly prohibited in the Baoyi Army, and it played a miraculous effect at this time. After a breath, the "bang bang" and "bang bang bang" sounded loudly, and dozens of guns rushed towards the Liao army cavalry like a storm.

In Chen Wuyi's eyes, the running war horse that came towards him seemed to solidify for a moment. Then, the tragic war horse rushed towards him with huge inertia. Chen Wuyi's face was full of fear and could only aim the musket in his hand at the front. The fire gate at the tail of the gun was still emitting blue smoke. He did not cut the lead short. Until this time, the musket had not been fired, and he did not dare to stab the gun. The war horse rushed forward quickly, and the huge body became bigger and bigger in front of Chen Wuyi's eyes. Several soldiers around him looked in fear on their faces. However, the shadow of death enveloped everyone's heart so desperately, and no one retreated, "Hold to death!" Someone was shouting, and at the last moment, Chen Wuyi put the gun into the barrel and pressed all his strength on the barrel.

The war horse directly hit Chen Wuyi, and the huge inertia made him fall step by step. At the same time, the musket gun pierced deeply into the broad chest of the war horse. At this moment, there was a loud "boom", and the entire musket barrel exploded in the body of the war horse. The splashing blood made Chen Wuyi's face full of face. He was pressed down by the war horse, his face was facing the sky with bloody face, and his pupils reflected the clouds in the sky, gradually dimming and unhappy.

The third capital's volley saved the collapse of the square formation. In addition, Yan Xi felt that all his energy seemed to have been drained, and the throat was sore. The shout just now directly tore his throat. "Come on again-" His voice was low and hoarse. The Song army stabbed the last few Liao cavalry who rushed in with all their stumbles, and rushed back to the ground to reload ammunition for the musket guns. The desperate battle was far from over. In each square formation, rows of musket gunmen loaded bullets, stepped forward, set up gun rods, ignited, and fired. At this point, the state-owned army on the battlefield understood that if they didn't fight to the death, they would die! It would be better to fight to the death and let the enemy die!

"Fire—"

"Fire—"

As the sound of muskets sounded, the sky above the phalanx was shrouded in thicker and thicker black smoke, making it difficult for Zhao Xingde to see the situation on the battlefield clearly. He could only hear the sound of shouting and killing. Three Liao troops had already rushed into the battlefield covered with black smoke. The outer periphery of the battlefield was covered with corpses of people and horses. Thousands of Liao cavalry attempted to bypass the fierce battlefield and attack the commander's tent, but were discovered by the central scout. Yang Zaixing immediately led the cavalry of the White Camp to intercept the enemy cavalry and fight, and could not escape for a moment.

"I wonder when the Zhenguo Army can hold on?" Zhao Xingde was anxious and looked towards the central army from time to time. Seeing the flag-plaque officer running on a horse, Zhao Xingde took the reins from his personal guards and prepared to get on the horse to command the Baoyi Army to take the battle.

"Supper Yue told General Zhao that the Liao bandits were not tired yet, and Baoyi Army came out again when he saw the Central Army's banner."

"What?" Zhao Xingde looked surprised and suspicious.

"I won't go out again," Du Chujiao said loudly, "Can the Zhenguo Army withstand it?"

"Perhaps Yue Shumi has unique confidence in the army of the country." A complex light flashed in Zhao Xingde's eyes. He looked at the Yuezi Shishi in the distance and sighed in a low voice, "Ci is not in charge of the soldiers..." He handed the reins in his hand to his personal soldiers, turned the saddle and got on the horse. The hideous bronze mask on the iron helmet flashed with dazzling light, but cast a big shadow on his face.

The front-line artillery base was not big. Zhao Xingde had just ridden a war horse. Lu Mingyu, Luo Xianshi, Ma Rui and other generals saw him. Lu Mingyu shouted: "Everyone is more energetic, the commander is on the horse, ready to go out of the battle!" The soldiers who were originally sitting cross-legged on the ground to rest stood up, and the cavalry under Ma Rui were on the horse one after another, waiting for Zhao Xingde to issue an attack order in person!

On the opposite side of the battlefield, Tiemu Ge's face was extremely gloomy. The Song army formed a loose formation, and thought it would collapse as soon as it rushed. After most of the hour of fighting, the Song army was still resisting. The cavalry on both sides of the formation were bombarded by artillery, and the Liao cavalry in the formation were volleys of muskets from all directions. Since entering the Central Plains, Tiemu Ge's troops have never suffered such heavy casualties as today. If this continues, even if they win, the tribes will inevitably complain. The cavalry riding horses and rushing to the formation is easy to be exhausted. Tiemu Ge is eager to end the battle and has sent several thousand-person teams to join the battle group, but still cannot be taken down.

If he was fighting on the grassland, he would definitely suppress all his troops and defeat the enemy in one breath. However, Brother Tiemu looked at the gunships swaying upstream of the river not far away and behind the artillery towers that kept firing artillery shells. He couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart. After all, he was just a team of thousands of people. A team of thousands of people threw their subordinates into the battlefield that seemed to be shrouded in magic fog. The battle fell into a stalemate. Until now, Brother Tiemu still had more than 10,000 elite cavalry in his hands, but the Song army obviously did not do its best. In the warships swaying upstream of the river and in the dense camps, I wonder how many troops were hidden?

"Let Noma Zhen retreat first and let the Nan barbarian come over!"

Brother Tiemu's face looked ugly. He originally planned to use the signing army to consume the spirit of the Song army, but the battle of Beiweiying first made him change his mind. If he didn't give the Southern Barbarians a little bit of strength, it would be hard to say whether the signing army was reliable or not. Maybe he would surrender to the Southern Barbarians on the spot. However, if the war ended in this position, the spirit was lost, and it would be meaningless to continue to stalemate. It would be better to retreat the cavalry of the tribe and use the flesh and blood of the signing army to blunt the Song army's knife.

There were long waves of Hu Zi coming from the opposite side, which was a signal of the Liao army retreating.

Zhao Xingde's face changed, and he turned to look at the army. Sure enough, the Yue Shishi flag shook violently. Zhao Xingde put down his mask, pulled out the horizontal knife from his waist, and pointed straight to the center of the battlefield. The mount seemed to feel the passionate fighting spirit, and with a long hissing, he rushed down the cannon base quickly.

"Look, General Zhao——" "It's General Zhao——"

Below the cannon, the Baoyi soldiers who recognized the commander cheered.

"Get out!" "Get out!" Luo Xianshi, Lu Mingyu and other officers shouted loudly, and the square formations quickly took action.

"Crash the formation!" Ma Rui shouted, lifted his big gun, and the good horse under his crotch suddenly rushed forward, and more than a thousand cavalry followed him closely, and the speed of the war horses was not fast or slow. The two commanded cavalry formed left and right cavalry formations in front of the artillery tower, protecting the two wings of the infantry and military formation in advance.

While the flag of the central army was shaking, forty war drums were beating at the same time. The low drum sounds of "dongdongdong" and "dongdongdongdong" made people's hearts beat rhythmically. They were clearly heard even in the roar of artillery and were heard far away, and could be heard clearly even in the dust.

Wang Gui's face was covered with smoke and blood. When he heard the drums, his expression suddenly became extremely ferocious. He reached out to grab a spear and shouted loudly: "Mr. Yue has an order! Bounce out and kill - rush out and kill -" This square formation was in the northeast of the entire formation. The Liao cavalry rushed over and was the first to be hit. At the most critical moment, he was surrounded by enemy cavalry and arrows were like rain. After a hard battle, only more than 300 soldiers were left, almost everyone was injured, and the military robe was covered with blood and dust. Hearing the order of "storm the formation", the soldiers couldn't help but hesitate for a moment. The infantry and the cavalry fought against each other and had to form a formation to fight. If they spread out the formation and rushed out, it was no different from seeking death. The powerful among them, the soldiers and the Liao cavalry had been fighting for most of the time and were already clear.

A man with a wound on his forehead shouted: "The general told us to rush out, and we will rush out!"

"Run out!" Wang Gui shouted loudly, "Run with me-" He rushed out with his personal soldiers regardless of their concern. As a result, if the entire formation is opened, it would be useless for others to stay where they are. In this case, many soldiers raised their spears, long-handled axes, muskets and other weapons, and rushed out with more than ten people.

"Run out--" Yan Xi and Ma Quan shouted loudly at the same time. There were more than 100 people left in the phalanx where they were, and they killed from four directions. Before they could rush out a few steps, they encountered several Liao soldiers on the face. Before Yan Xi could react, he was knocked to the ground by a cavalry, and his chest seemed to be cracked. He struggled for only two times and fainted without knowing his life and death. If he had met the enemy cavalry before, the soldiers would have avoided it. But the Zhenguo Army experienced a fierce battle.

After falling down, he became much more courageous. With the smoke, the horses squatted slightly, and a long axe swept towards the first horse's legs. With a "bang" sound, the horse's tibia was broken by a heavy axe. The horse whined and lost its hooves. The Liao cavalry also fell off the horse and didn't know whether to live or die. Seeing that the road was blocked, the Liao army urged the horses to come and fight. The Song army was not showing weakness, and each held long spears and axes, and fought with these Liao soldiers on the flat ground.

According to common sense, when the cavalry was running back and forth, the Song army disbanded the phalanx and rushed out to fight with the Liao cavalry, which was tantamount to self-destruction. However, when the phalanx on the entire battlefield disbanded at the same time, the infantry of the Zhenguo Army, who had scattered and fought on their own, immediately blocked the gap that originally existed in the middle of the phalanx. The Liao cavalry fought with the Song army for a long time, and the horsepower and speed were no longer as good as the beginning. Hearing the sound of retreating soldiers, many Liao soldiers were no longer interested in fighting, but the originally smooth road of the clinker was blocked by the Song army scattered. The soldiers of the Zhenguo Army fought to the death, and thousands of exhausted Liao cavalry had to wield their scimitars, cavalry and spears to fight with them.
Chapter completed!