At this time, the Baoyi Army's troops turned to the front of the cannon, and the commander Zhao Xingde was waiting for the group of troops in front of the cannon. He handed over the war horses to his personal soldiers, carried a flag of the Baoyi Army with his own hands, walked to the center of the square formation, used all his strength, and shouted loudly: "Expel the Northern Barbarians! Welcome the Emperor!"

"Expel the Northern Territory!"

"Welcome to the emperor!"

The officer led the soldiers to respond like a tsunami. The military horns that usually read the textbooks were extremely excited and their fighting spirit was high. Ma Yuan and Liu Wengu shouted with great excitement. Jia Yuanzhen's nose was a little sour. He was actually very surprised. When he was in Bianliang, he was just a wall from the Forbidden Palace. The Taixue read the books of sages every day, so why wasn't he so loyal? "What these men shouted was 'Welcome to the Lord,'" Looking at the emotional soldiers around him, Jia Yuanzhen said to himself, "What are you thinking in your heart?" He trembled in his heart and did not dare to think further.

"go ahead--"

"go ahead--"

"go ahead--"

The officers of the Baoyi Army were usually a little loose, but at this moment, everyone's face was extremely serious.

General Zhao Xingde's flag was handed over to his personal soldiers, and he followed the infantry formation with his sword. Someone once advised him to plan more and not to experience the attacks, but Zhao Xingde laughed it off. The generals he had seen, from Liu Yi, Xu Wenhu, Wang Yan, Yang Yanqing, to Yue Fei and Han Shizhong, were all like this. Whether in Xia or Song, soldiers were proud of fighting with the generals. The general's personal courage often boosted the morale of the entire army. This battle was related to the safety of the whole world, and he had already put life and death aside.

With the help of neat horns, the officers coordinated the formation from the ten-man team to the command. Unlike the dilapidated formation of the Zhenguo Army, the fourteen commanders of the Baoyi Army lined up into a thick and huge square formation. The flags of each command flew high on the left side of the square formation, and the soldiers walked forward with neat steps.

Yue Fei nodded slightly. The two absolute main forces of the Song army, Zhenguo Army and Baoyi Army, had all been pressed onto the battlefield, but he was unmoved at all and only looked at the battlefield with a heavy face. Behind the Zhongjun camp, Niu Gao was mobilizing the rear army to clamor and bluffing the momentum and county camps with sufficient combat power to bet near the Central Army to prevent the Liao army from taking a desperate bet.

"Like,..., it's really like it." The aide murmured. The advance of the Baoyi Army and the Zhenguo Army in front of us were exactly the same. The momentum of unity was the same. If it weren't for the different flags, it would be almost impossible to tell. It seemed that the same person was acting. You must know that the exercises of each imperial guard in the Song Dynasty were all full of tricks.

On the opposite side of the battlefield, Brother Tiemu's expression changed drastically and asked sternly: "Didn't the Zhenguo Army only have more than 10,000? Why did so many more people suddenly come out?" He looked like a tiger stepping into a trap with half his foot, staring at Wenda fiercely at the Han army's commander Wenda. Because of the same race and race, Brother Tiemu's everything about the truth of the Southeast Song army.

Wen Master said that Wen Dadao, but at this moment he was so scared that his face looked like a dirt. He stared at the Song army getting closer and closer, and suddenly shouted like an amnesty: "This is not the Zhenguo Army, but the Baoyi Army's flag. The Zhenguo Army's flag is embroidered with the word Yue, and the flag is embroidered with the word Zhao."

"Really?" Brother Temu was skeptical.

Wenda nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "It's true that Bao Yijun is a military army." He was also confused. Bao Yijun is good at ambushing, knocking sticks, and robbing food roads. It is completely different from the Zhenguo Army, which is precise and upright. But now this army on the battlefield is clearly a big flag with the word "Zhao". Because of the banner of generals, Zhenguo Army is called Yue Family Army, Bao Yijun Army, and Henghai Army is called Han Family Army. Even Wenda knew that these three powerful troops that emerged from the Song Dynasty were fighting openly and secretly, and Zhenguo Army would never be able to fight the Zhao flag.

"The Southern Barbarians are treacherous, you have to be careful..." Brother Tiemu sighed, he frowned. He had already ordered the withdrawal of troops, and the cavalry retreated to the back of the fortress, but only sparse subordinates rushed out from the center of the battlefield covered by smoke. "These stupid pigs?" Brother Tiemu thought angrily, "Are they not riding war horses, but wooden sticks?"

"Why did you retreat so slowly?" he asked at a embarrassed general.

"Nan Barbarians, Nan Barbarians are crazy!" Su Butai explained incoherently with a confused look on his face. After a long time of hard work, he couldn't break away from their formation, but he just dispersed. He didn't know how to explain this to Brother Tiemu, and his eyes suddenly fell straight on the battlefield. He was just rushing out of the hell-like center of the battlefield, but he didn't notice that another large group of Song troops entered the center of the battlefield.

"Sir, let the general lead his troops to flatten these southern barbarians!"

"Taxiliang Thousand People Team is willing to play!"...

Brother Tiemu seemed to have not heard the request from his subordinates. He looked at the layers of camps opposite the Song army in a daze. Since the Western Expedition, the confrontation in Shuzhou for so many days, the Song army has never made him expect it so much that Brother Tiemu was a little doubting his judgment. Damn Yue Fei, how many people he hid behind those camps? He stared at Subutai with some disgust. These guys were just running out, and even the reality of the enemy's army could not be clearly explained. Although Wen Da and other surrendered generals were not of the same clan, they could at least say clearly. Thinking of this, Brother Tiemu couldn't help but feel chilled and his eyes fell on the Baoyi Army's army formation, with neat arrays, getting closer and closer to the center of the battlefield. Although he couldn't see clearly in the smoke, Brother Tiemu could guess that there must be a melee there.

"Sir, let our troops go to war and flatten these southern barbarians." The voices of subordinates asking for battle became louder and louder.

"Let me think, let me think," Brother Tiemu's voice was a little low. He looked at the opposite side with a serious expression. Since he was thirteen years old, he killed people and plundered his horses and took the knife to the battlefield, Brother Tiemu has never hesitated so much. The opposite Song army camp, every grass and tree on the mountains, seemed to be hidden behind the vague enemy.

The Baoyi Army marched to the center of the battlefield in a strict formation. From time to time, the Liao cavalry who were disoriented escaped from the smoke and dust. They were either driven away by the left and right cavalry teams or hit the front of the infantry formation. Finally, they could not move forward without fire. The people and horses in the smoke and dust were shady. The sound of horse hooves, the sound of metal and iron clashing, screams, muskets, and shouts, and the soldiers of the Baoyi Army could hear it clearly. From time to time, a team of Liao cavalry rushed out and ran into the rifle guns in front of the Baoyi Army formation, and then panicked and fled.

"Stop——" Lu Mingyu ordered loudly. The seven commanders in the front formation paused neatly, while the seven commanders in the back formation were still slowly advancing. "Build a gun" the officer immediately issued an order. The front rows of soldiers set up muskets, and the muskets were slightly upwards, and the gun flew up diagonally. Between twenty and forty steps, they just flew over people's heads, but they could hit the Liao soldiers sitting on the war horses.

"Fire—"

Nearly two thousand muskets were lit at the same time. After a while, "bang bang", "bang bang bang" muskets were as dense as the sound of firecrackers on the Lantern Festival. The guns swept forward like storm and storm. They were still fighting with Zhenguo Army and the Liao cavalry fell down one after another. At such a close distance, the cavalry and war horses fell to death. The battlefield was in chaos. After this scatter, the battlefield seemed to be quiet for a moment. Then, the wounded were struggling to stand up. Most of the Liao soldiers who were not shot by luck were fighting.

He was killed and fled. A very few people rushed towards the direction of the Song army formation with scimitars and bows. The Zhenguo Army came from the smoke of gunpowder and shouted hoarsely, "His grandma, lie down quickly, lie down." There are many similar places in the Zhenguo Army and the Baoyi Army. Everyone has done this kind of exercise that is close to the melee battlefield and bombarded with muskets without discrimination, but they did not expect that one day they would stand in front of rows of black holes. The power of thousands of "fire-burning sticks" was volleyed, and the people of the Zhenguo Army knew the power of the volley.

"Damn it, these bastards!" Ma Quan lay on the ground in panic. A gun just now flew over to wipe his scalp. The musket was enough to penetrate iron armor within thirty steps. It hit the Liao soldiers nearby, which was a big hole, and the body was covered with blood. "Well, kill!" Ma Quan cursed again, pushing a dusty corpse beside him with a look of bad luck, trying to get this thing on his body to cover it.

Yan Xi was so painful that he took a breath. Several ribs seemed to have been broken in his chest. Ma Quan was awakened by the pain. He was sweating coldly on his forehead, and his voice was hoarse: "Ma Que'er, what are you going to kill?"

Ma Quan recognized Yan Xi's voice, and was surprised and whispered: "Yandu Head, you are lucky. The army of Yue Zheng has arrived and is killing the Liao thieves." He said, while protruding his head and looking in the direction of the sound of the musket. The gun didn't have eyes, and when he stood up, he was tired of living.

On the side of the Baoyi Army, the seven commanders of the left army commanded by Lu Mingyu stood up and set up muskets. When the fire was fired, the seven commanders of the right army commanded by Luo Xian, behind, did not stop at all, and stepped forward neatly. The two rows of quadrons in front and back were staggered, and the seven commanders of the right army happened to pass through the gap in front. As soon as the left army opened fire in the front and the right army entered a battlefield that was swept across by muskets. The right army and the left army exchanged positions of the front and back formations. Within the range of thirty or forty steps of the musket, most of the Liao cavalry were killed and injured, and the rest also panicked and fled. The Right Army cleared the battlefield effortlessly.

After the enemy who was still breathing was stabbed by guns, the Right Army slowly marched for a period of time and set up muskets again in the densely populated areas in front of them. The "bang bang bang" and "bang bang bang" sounded again, and the guns, like a storm, cleared out a battlefield of thirty or forty steps.
Chapter completed!