Chapter 94 Xunyang full of flags 17

The Xiaoshan cannon grassroots reacted very quickly, but the Liao cavalry came faster, and the chaotic and violent sound of horse hooves became louder and louder. As soon as Liu Wengu put up his ammunition, he heard the sharp sound of sounds. Then, the edge of the cannon grassroots sounded "bang bang", "bang bang" and "bang bang bang" sparse muskets sounded.

"Damn, who is firing guns randomly!" someone shouted loudly, "I want to fire guns!"

Immediately afterwards, the sound of guns was loudly mixed with the sound of horse hooves and muskets. Someone was shouting: "Punish the gun! Punish the gun!"

Liu Wengu stared at the front, and countless shaking flames shook his eyes so hard that his palms were covered in sweat. "How is it?" Ma Yuan walked behind him. "The north has been fighting, so it's hard to say here." Liu Wengu said solemnly on his face, and turned around and looked at the nervous soldiers, "If you fire a gun, you will stab him?" This is the tactic of the musket camp in the most critical moments.

"Yes," Ma Yuan stared at the front and whispered, "Get on the gun and stab."

At night, the gunners had poor vision and it was difficult to bombard the Liao army brigade one or two miles away. Countless torches drew lights and shadows in the darkness. The number of the Liao army seemed clear, but in fact, where the fire was dense, a rider might hold two or even three torches, and where the fire was sparse, there might be a gang of cavalry hidden. Suddenly, a cavalry knocked out from the darkness, except for more than a hundred cavalry in front, the boundless behind them were all moving in secret. The cavalry slowly approached, and only accelerated when they got close. Suddenly, the horse's hooves sounded loudly and came straight towards the southeastern artillery.

"Fire--" Liu Wengu shouted subconsciously. After a moment, the guns were loud and countless guns shot towards the demon-like enemy cavalry in the dark night. They were on their backs and over, but soon more Liao cavalry came from behind. The Liao cavalry came very fast. As soon as the musketeers opened fire, some cavalry bullied them near. After the fierce battle during the day, the Liao army was also very familiar with the terrain of the mountain artillery tower. Some of the low places, the Liao soldiers could jump past, and some walls were damaged during the daytime competition. The Liao army attacked these weak places.

"boom--"

"Boom--"

"Punish the gun!"

Zhao Xingde stood in the middle of the cannon, frowned and looked east. In the dark night, he could not see anything clearly. Only deafening sounds of cannons, the sound of horse hooves, the sound of soldiers shouting loudly, the Ya Bian Battalion was nervously deploying defenses around, and the muskets and guns were facing outside. Some Liao cavalry had already taken advantage of the chaos to break into the camp, but they didn't know where the enemy would come out.

"General, be careful." The personal soldiers reminded carefully.

"I'm fine." Zhao Xingde shook his head and stared at the dark night sky. Night battle is no better than during the day. If the army is mobilized at will, the more mistakes it will be, and the few military orders that should be issued have been issued. Zhao Xingde's nerves were tense, and he took a deep breath of air with the smell of gunpowder. On the east side of the camp, the shouts of killing were getting louder and louder, as if the Liao army was focusing on attacking, but this might also be a feint. Darkness was the biggest ally of the sneak attacker.

"If it was Brother Tiemu, maybe he had a backup plan. If it was the Liao general in the daytime, maybe he would just put all his strength into a blow, it would be up to us." Behind Zhao Xingde, there were hundreds of cavalry standing by with horse reins. In the dark night, it was extremely difficult for infantry to form formations. This weak cavalry was the only counterattack force of the Baoyi Army. In the distance, the camp of the town was dark and the soldiers strictly followed the military discipline of prohibiting fire at will at night. I don't know if there would be reinforcements there. Even if there were, there were probably only a few cavalry. There were a group of thunderstorms on the artillery towers everywhere, which was the last method after the fierce battle. What Zhao Xingde paid the most attention to and refused to hear was the loud explosion.

"boom--"

"Boom--"

The fire of the firing flashed and flashed, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark. Because it could not be far away, the gun team had already abandoned the round iron bullets aside and specially loaded the iron bucket shotgun. The gun positions of the guns were arranged as the power of the side fire as possible. In the dark, the gunners simply stopped changing their aiming direction and tried their best to speed up the fire. As the artillery fired, clusters of bullets were sprayed into the darkness, accompanied by the sound of "swoosh" and "swoosh" breaking through the air, and the arrow bullets flew across the outside of the Song army's cannon wall. The darkness concealed the trajectory of the bullets. When it drilled into the body of the people, it would bring huge screams and neighing.

In order to confuse the Song army, the cavalry lit torches in the distance, and threw them away when they got close. The darkness blinded the sight of both sides. The flashing light of the Song army artillery and muskets was a sign to indicate the advance of the Liao army cavalry. The night also covered the tragic situation of blood and corpses. Facing the bombardment of the artillery, the Liao army cavalry launched a more courageous attack on the hill than during the day. The Liao army almost gave up the habit of riding and shooting horses, but fought desperately in the dark, trying to quickly pass through this area where bullets and arrows flew across.

The Liao army had long taken a fancy to a gap in the Song army camp and specially selected dozens of warriors, wearing three layers of iron armor to rush to the camp. The Song army's muskets fired at the same time, and the war horses rushing in front were crying and carrying cavalry toward the low wall. Before the musketeers could load ammunition, the iron cavalry behind them came to kill again, "Kill--" The thousand-man Shishi family slaves got up from the ground, holding shields in one hand to block the spear blade stabbed from the side, and swung the short-handed mace with the other hand, and swung several muskets. Four or five Song soldiers were unable to get close. Taking this opportunity, dozens of heavily armored Liao soldiers rushed up and tore a hole in the Song army's camp. The subsequent cavalry rushed into the Song army's defense line like a flood.

"The Liao thieves are rushing in!"

"Kill--"

There were panic shouts on the camp on the southeast side. The Khitan cavalry was best at breaking through and expanding the victory. Some cavalry continued to advance toward the depths of the Song army camp without stopping, while some were divided into two sides to copy the Song army's defense line. The musketeers who still insisted on fighting were immediately caught in a situation of being attacked from both sides. Some Liao soldiers were in groups of three or five, throwing torches around, creating chaos between the Song army camps. The cavalry was extremely fast, and only hundreds of cavalry broke into the camp, but when they ran away, it seemed as if thousands of cavalry were burning and killing everywhere.

A group of cavalry rushed over like a whirlwind. The musket gunmen blocking the road were either dead or injured. Liu Wengu also rubbed the horses and rolled to the ground. He had long lost somewhere to the pistol. He picked up a musket with a gun stabbed and shouted loudly: "Back to the back, back to the back!" Several surviving soldiers leaned together, and the musket gun was facing outside.

However, after the defense line was scattered, the military soldiers were too weak. The Liao cavalry galloped between the living Song soldiers, and with the speed of the horses, they cut the Song soldiers over and stabbed them to death on the ground one by one. Even the Song soldiers who were defending their backs could not resist the force of the war horses. In a moment, countless musketeers fell in a pool of blood, screaming one after another. However, in this almost one-sided massacre, most of the Song soldiers were still fighting with the cavalry on the position.

"It's tonight!" Liu Wengu shouted loudly. There was a wound on his forehead, and blood was flowing out, flowing down his cheeks, which was very ferocious and terrifying. Several Song soldiers leaned against their backs and down their backs, and looked particularly small among the horses galloping back and forth. As a cavalry of Liao soldiers rode past nearby, they stretched out their spear. The Song army couldn't react and screamed. Liu Wengu used all his strength to stab the spear on the hind legs of the war horse, but was dragged by a huge force. He grabbed the handle of the musket with both hands, and was covered in bruises in an instant. At this time, the war horse kicked in pain, and one hoof happened to kick the musket gun. Liu Wengu felt his arms numb and the man flew out.

"Fight with his mother!" Ma Yuan shouted loudly.

With a low wall on his back, he aimed his hand gun at the Liao soldiers who were rushing towards him. The Liao soldiers seemed to have noticed him, raised their rifles, as if they wanted to stab Ma Yuan to death. The war horse was extremely fast, and was about to come to the front, with a loud "boom", and a piece of iron sand shot out. Ma Yuan felt his right arm was sore and numb, and he still jumped to the side with all his strength. Almost at the same time, the Liao cavalry and his people and horses crashed into the place where he was standing just now. The war horse was blinded by the iron sand, and the cavalry broke its neck.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Qian Shen was carrying two thunders on his back, and he lay behind the low wall of cannons. Although he was sent out to command the thunder soldiers in the prefectures and counties, Qian Shen still threw the thunder hands, with five thunders beside him. The team of thunder soldiers died or fled, and in the end Qian Shen became a lonely man. The lead was burning, and his face was terrifyingly calm, "One, Two, Three, Eight," in the Ya Bingbat, the counting record was eight. When the counting reached "eight", Qian Shen threw the thunder with all his might. "Boom--" A loud bang shook the sky, and Mars shot everywhere. The sky-shaking thunder exploded in the air, shrapnel shot everywhere, and the war horses cried out in a long cry. The Liao soldiers passing by were either dead or injured.

"Your grandma," Qian Shen cursed, "I know grandpa is powerful." The last thunder shook the sky.

"Quick, hurry!" Du Chujiao shouted, "Keep the queue, don't be messed up, don't be messed up!"

In the darkness, hundreds of sprinters were arranged in an array and rushed towards the gap in the defense line that was broken through by the Liao cavalry. Although they were small, everyone was heavily armored, carrying long-handled axes, spears and other weapons on their shoulders. Unlike the Yi soldiers in the prefectures and counties, this was the elite thunderbolter specially left by Zhao Xingde, and the ones they prepared were used in the most critical places.

There were sounds of cannons, screams, horse hooves, and fire flashed everywhere. The infantry was moving quietly. He was about to reach the southeastern artillery base, and suddenly a team of cavalry rushed towards him. "Form a formation!" "Form a formation!" "Form a gun!" The officer shouted loudly. The Song army immediately formed a formation on the spot, with long spears and long-handled axes pointing to the front. The Liao army was rushing up the horses, and the few cavalry in the front could not hold back and crashed straight into the infantry formation. Only the sound of "pa" was heard, several long spears broke suddenly, and half of the uneven insertion into the chest of the war horses. "Catch it!" The Song army behind rushed forward to make up for the gap. After this stagnation, the Liao army controlled the war horses, but they were unwilling to fight and flew past both sides of the internship formation.

"I'm rushing to reincarnate!" Du Chujiao was almost hit by the running war horse and spit out a saliva.

The thunderbolters went against the direction of the Liao cavalry to the southeastern cannon base. The outer defense line had been broken by the cavalry, and the remaining Song army musketeers retreated into the core artillery position. The musketeers relied on the higher camps to resist one group of Liao cavalry after another.
Chapter completed!