Boats and chariots were loaded on one by one. After landing on the gentle river beach, they drove into simple cannon bases under the protection of cavalry. The gunmen half buried the wheels in the soil and pulled the covered canvas apart. The cannon body was shining with a metallic luster, and a row of black muzzles faced the city walls of Xiangyang. Two large groups of heavy armored cavalry were warned on the left and right sides of the cannon bases. Further away, a large number of infantrymen were getting off the ship at the dock and drove to the city of Xiangyang. Some began to build camps, digging trenches in an orderly manner, erecting low walls, and inserting deer antlers. The other was arranged in a square array next to the camp. The first row of soldiers held short spears, the second row set up muskets, and then loading muskets.

The Liao soldiers guarding the city looked at the sudden army in fear. Xiao Olila was supposed to be dispatching troops to the East City, but when he heard the news, he rushed to the west city gate. Looking down from the city tower, Xiao Olila was shocked. "It was clearly a Khitan cart?" He asked the generals next to him, "What's going on? Which team of people?" The army under the city was clearly hostile, and many flags were black-bottomed dragon flags. "It seems to be the soldiers of Xia?" Xiao Olila thought in fear, "Is Luoyang occupied by Xia? Where did the Xia army emerge, and how many people came?"

The Khitans are famous for their carriages and horses. They are grazing and migrating. They are bound to wade through the river. Therefore, the Khitan ancestors built such large chariots like small boats. When they encounter rivers, they unloaded their wheels and placed tents and felt blankets on the boat to cross the river. Although this kind of large chariot is not common among the people of Liao, the ministers of the Song Dynasty have not seen them before when they go on missions to Liao. They are always amazed every time, but after they go back, they never imitate Khitan chariots in the army. In the final analysis, the Song Dynasty used the Central Plains as the country.

He regarded himself as a person and disdained to imitate the barbarians' affairs. However, the Xia State was different. When the envoy of the Xia State saw this kind of cart, he immediately inquired about the detailed drawings, craftsmanship and construction methods. Because the northern part of the Xia State was bitter and cold, and there were many major transportation routes in Shuzhong and Guanzhong, so the Khitan carts were not used by the people. Instead, the logistics department built a lot, which specialized in transporting military supplies in areas with crisscrossing rivers and carried a lot of them this time.

Under the city of Xiangyang, a light cavalry passed by a shaky gun and stabbed the jungle two feet away, causing a panic in the infantry formation. Then a few angrily curses came: "Do it again, I will fire the gun and shoot your turtle son to death!" "I'm full and I'm overwhelmed!" "You'll rush to the city wall!" The cavalry on both sides cheered loudly. "Bully!" Someone laughed and scolded. "Just scare and scare, don't go too far." "You're too terrible." "You have to save some face for others." The strange words mixed with whistles.

"Damn it, the people of the Baiyu Army are so arrogant." Wang Qizhi said indignantly, "I have the will to fight Xiangyang by myself!" The musketeers of the Eighth Musket Battalion of the Eastern Expedition Army were all recruited to train. In order to train to resist cavalry, they also asked the cavalry battalion to cooperate in the Fangzhou Musket Battalion. However, the workers and disciples were used to accepting it and did not dare to fight with the cavalry. But the officers of the Musket Battalion were transferred in. Wang Qizhi was the commander of the battalion and could not bear this breath. He turned out to be just a centurion. The military mansion formed a musket battalion, and he asked to transfer him to serve as the battalion commander. The Musket Army had been bargaining in the Guardian Mansion, and the commander was also a general appointed by the General's Mansion. Although Wang Qizhi had many people under his command, his official rank was not promoted.

"That's it," Deputy Commander Li Ziweng curled his lips. He turned the musket in his hand, staring at the front like an eagle falcon, as if there were groups of cavalry rushing over there, "Are there four legs? If there were Mo Dao's hand, trip the Mo Dao horizontally downwards, Guan Bao asked the six legs to turn back two." Li Ziweng was an officer transferred from the camp and was used to fighting with the cavalry. Unlike Wang Qizhi, who was originally from the artillery battalion, he had been stationed in the city for many years and had never suffered the loss of cavalry.

"I wonder when the 'Zhilai Fire' will be distributed?"

"'Stay-based fire' is unreliable! It's easy to get out of fire." Wang Qizhi said with a dark face, "Last time I tried the gun, my hands almost ruined."

"It's just right," Li Ziweng smiled, "It would be great if the fire was gone just now. Hehe, ask them to taste the smell of iron peas in advance." "Although it's enough to relieve the breath, it's still too dangerous to come." Wang Qizhi shook his head and looked back at his subordinates. The musketeers were lined up in five lines and ten rows, and the team was neat, but the soldiers all looked blue and white and shrank. When they saw that they didn't look like a sergeant, Wang Qizhi couldn't help but angrily and shouted loudly: "Stand straight!"

The ten-man leader Bao Qizhang was shocked, grabbed the musket with his hands tightly, and looked straight ahead. Behind him, the muskets straightened their originally straight backs, just as Bao Qizhang said, these days, food and accommodation are not much, and there are only 30 jin of money a year. Compared with the rotten vegetables, leaves, bran rice in the workshop, the food in the musket camp made honest people like Bao Qizhang feel uneasy. After the officers, after this battle, the camp that was not good will be cut off, and those who were not good will go home to drink the northwest wind. The muskets who can fight may become formal soldiers. Bao Qizhang couldn't help but look at the cavalry next to him. The man and horse armor were bright and the sharp blade of the horse spear was dazzling.

"That's a step to reach the sky." Bao Qizhang secretly spat, "Is there any life? I'll save this life first."

The ranks of the Musket Battalion were extremely nervous and integrated again. Li Ziwen turned his face to the side. How could the sergeant's majesty be compared to those of the workers who had only been in the army for a year and a half? Wang Qizhi's anger and fighting spirit between officers seemed very meaningless to Li Ziweng. Although the identity and treatment of soldiers in the Musket Battalion were incomparable to the soldiers. However, as the second son of the hereditary Korean Gong, Li Ziwen knew that many of the officers were descendants of the founding nobles, almost comparable to the Tiger Wing Army.

Next to the phalanx of the muskets, the gunners were shouting horns to place the cannons. War is the best test of the quality of firearms. Not long ago, the army of Song State, dominated by firearms, defeated tens of thousands of Liao elite cavalry in Shuzhou. The General's Mansion attached great importance to it, but the lieutenants in the Guardian Mansion still held the idea that the muskets were only suitable for training and training. Sooner or later they would regret it. "The general trend is not something that ordinary men can change. The musket army will definitely shine in this war." Li Ziweng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the proud cavalry, "Although General Wu is good, he has preconceived ideas and his command and control of firearms is still inferior to General Zhao. It's a pity that His Highness cannot command this army himself."

The scout centurion flew past the square formation of the musket camp, turned the horses straight to the right of the square formation, came to the general Wu Jie, and said, "General, a man suddenly appeared and attacked the east side of Xiangyang. He had occupied the East City Tower. Judging from the flag, it seemed that it was the Song Dynasty Town ** and also stitched the 'yue' flag." He had puzzled his face, because he had read the military newspaper yesterday, and the town ** was still on his way to aid, and it was still a hundred miles away from Ezhou. How could it suddenly appear in Xiangyang?

"Town**?" Wu Jie sighed: "Soldiers never get tired of deceit! What a town***, what a Yue Fei, we have even deceived him."

Gao Gongmao said in a deep voice: "Since the Song team has already broken into the city first, as far as the last general sees, once the artillery battalion has set up iron barrel cannons, it will fire the cannons and bombard the city walls. The 9th and 10th battalions of the fire cannons are deployed next to the cannons. The sixth, seventh and eighth battalions of the fire cannons go to build camps under the city walls. The iron bone army brings siege equipment to set up formations behind the fire cannon camps, and they must prevent the Liao cavalry from rushing out to trample on the muskets. Waiting for the orders of the central army, after the artillery bombardment, they must attack the city immediately. Practice the Rui army, capture the thief army, the Xiliu army forms a large infantry formation, and the Baiyu army forms a cavalry formation to prepare for the Liao cavalry who are out of the city."

Wu Jie turned his ears and heard the faint sound of killing in the city, and was a little dazed. Gao Gongmao stopped seeing this. Wu Jie came back to his senses, his face slightly stern, and said in a low voice: "Now it is two families who rob Xiangyang. Whoever takes the lead will take the lead." He raised his voice and ordered, "No need to build a cannon base. Since the musket camp arrives first, attack the city immediately. Bai Yu Army plunders for them!"

The Guguo Mansion wanted to maintain the unbeaten situation of Liao and Song in the east. After the marching department planned, the most prudent and beneficial strategy for Xia was to severely damage the Liao army and seize Luoyang, but left Bianliang at the hands of the Liao army and let Song compete with the Liao army. The 50,000 troops of Xia were down along the Han River, and it was impossible to arrive at the same time. Nearly 20,000 troops of the Musketball Camp, the Artillery Battalion, the White Feather Army, and the Iron Bones Army were walking in front, while the Jianrui Army, the Capture Thieves Army, the Xiliu Army, the Heng Chong Army and other elite soldiers from Guanzhong were still on the ship behind. If the troops arrived simultaneously, Wu Jie was afraid that Xiangyang had been captured by the Song army. The commander of the 50,000 troops went south to attack the Liao army, but behind them was controlled by the Song State. Although the Xia State of Song State was an ally, the Wu Jie was still extremely reluctant.

"General"

"What else?"

"Since Yue Fei has brought the town**," Gao Gongmao hesitated, "Don't send an envoy to contact him, so as not to have misunderstandings between the two families?" He whispered, "The Guardian Mansion must stabilize the situation in the east, and the Song State is still an ally now."

"Then send an envoy here." Wu Jie nodded, his face slightly stern, shouting, "Rise the general's flag and order the troops to conquer Xiangyang, today!" With the order, the central army's war drums sounded. The flags were waving, and the five musket battalions advanced when they heard the drums. The iron bone army's baggage battalions pushed various siege equipment before the musket camp. The Modao Hand Camp, the archer camp, the long spearman camp and the sword shield camp marched a little behind the gap between the musket camps, ready to rush forward at any time. The white-feathered cavalry raised their horse spears and shouted loudly with their swords.

"Forward--" Wang Qizhi shouted, "Forward--"
Chapter completed!