"Boom--" "Boom--"

"Boom boom boom boom--"

After the sound of cannons, black shadows flew up from the bottom of the mountain, almost all the Liao troops on the hills raised their heads, and the infantry in front of them dodged to both sides, but they could not dodge. The people hit by the shells were all broken, and some were broken into two halves by the shells. The shrill screams spread with fear.~~ Because the range of the iron barrel cannon was not as good as that of the Song army, and because of the insufficient anti-aircraft fortifications, the Liao soldiers who were originally condescending were like living targets, were bombarded by the Song army's iron barrel cannons on the hills. Although the Liao soldiers who were killed by the shells accounted for only a small part of the tens of thousands of people, the blow to morale was extremely huge. This dilemma of being beaten but not being able to fight back was something that the Khitan warriors who were good at riding and shooting had never experienced.

"Master North Courtyard," Xi Jun commander Xiao Mahuai asked loudly, "Please let the cavalry attack the Song army formation!"

"Wait, wait a little longer!" Brother Yelu Tie's face was dark and he stared at the foot of the mountain coldly. He was just consuming it. General Song thought he was planning to wait until the back, and he was crying. Brother Yelu Tie's commander of the Northern Courtyard, and his position was above ten thousand people in Liao Kingdom. Xiao Mahuai did not dare to be strong, and he mentioned it angrily and shouted loudly, "Stop it!"

"Stand!" "Stand, you must hold on!"

Khitan, Jurchen, and Chinese are on the hills. The iron barrel cannons arranged by the Liao army on the hills were also constantly fighting back. However, the shells were either too close or too biased. Apart from creating large pits, there were few Song army formations that fell two miles away. The generals of the Liao Kingdom all looked ashen, and the lower-level soldiers had pale faces. I wonder who the next unlucky guy was hit by the shells? After bombing the Liao army artillery tower on the hills for about half an hour, the shells gradually turned to the side of the hills. While bombing the Jurchen army and the Xi army infantry formation, they also conducted test firing to block the Khitan cavalry. Seeing that the artillery bombardment had already been effective, Zhao Xingde issued the banner of attack.

"Left Army--Stand!" "Stand--" "Everyone lined up--"

A loud military order was issued, and the soldiers of the left battalions, sitting cross-legged near the central army, quickly stood up. The muskets and ammunition had been installed. The soldiers around the military formation stabbed the muskets and spears, and the soldiers in the middle were still hanging around their waists. They took out the fire slashes from their waists, holding the back end of the muskets and spears in their right hand at the same time, and holding the front section of the muskets with the left hand. The two braces of the muskets were tied together with grass stems and spears to prevent them from shaking when moving. When used, they were broken. Txt e-book download** Tighten the legs to wrap the soldiers to look particularly energetic. After a moment, the twenty-one battalions had been completed and moved to the front through the gap between the right military formation responsible for defense and vigilance.

"Quick!" The cannon leader Du Chun wiped his sweat and shouted loudly, "Get harder!"

Under the protection of all-sided musketeers, a group of gunners drove away mules to pull the three-inch cannon, accompanying the attacking army.

The four-inch cannon weighed a thousand kilograms, and the weight was reduced by various methods. The three-inch cannon also weighed more than 700 kilograms. The gunmen were all sweating profusely. Some people held the cannon stands and wheels, and some people grabbed the mule's reins desperately to prevent it from being frightened suddenly. "It would be great if Liu Zheng was here." Du Chun thought with some regret that the light iron barrel cannon was an attack with the musket gunmen. It was originally Liu Zhijian's idea, but unfortunately, before the northern expedition, Liu Zhijian was assigned to the westward army led by Han Shizhong. Together with Liu Zhijian, he was sent to Han Shizhong's command, and there were also a large number of capable old firearm officers. Although Zhao Xingde immediately promoted a large number of new brigades and added experienced Han weapons officers to come in, it was a pity that the comrades of the past could not fight side by side.

Zhang Jiurong looked left and right and saw the twenty-one square military flags. The formation of the musket battalion under Zhao Xingde was the best in the entire Song army. Tens of thousands of musketmen were preparing to attack the enemy's team at the same time. The scene was vast and a sense of silence, which even made Zhang Jiurong feel like tears were filled with tears.

"Zhongxing's great cause," Zhang Jiurong shouted loudly in his heart, "I'll fight here!"

The commander of the Left Army had issued an order to advance. He shook his head violently, shook his scholar's aura out of his mind, pulled out the Yanling sword, shouting loudly, "Forward—" "Forward—" With the command of the battalion commanders at all levels, the guards envoys, twenty-one square formations, each seven battalions were in one wave. The battalion behind was facing the gap between the battalion in front, and ten thousand musketeers walked towards the Liao army formation on the hill with neat and firm steps. The musketeers passed through the flat wilderness and encountered a crater in the middle of the march, and then jumped over without hesitation, then continued to advance, came to the bottom of the hill, slightly rectified the formation, and continued to advance towards the oncoming artillery shells. The mountain wind blew, whistling their fiery red flags and gray-white military robes.

"go ahead--"

"Forward--" "Forward--"

The left army's toothed soldiers marching at the forefront of the entire army. The tall and strong threaded threaders were wearing heavy armor, with round baskets made of rattan hanging on their chests, filled with grenades. Qian Shen held a small square shield in his left hand and a short-handed mace in his right hand. Through the gap in his helmet, Qian Shen saw that the Liao army's square formation was getting closer and closer.

Because of the hasty arrival, the Liao army had no time to dig the trench, but like the Song army, they had many antlers inserted in front of the formation, but they were a little simpler than the Song army. "Huh--" A dark projectile roared, Qian Shen subconsciously blinked his eyes, and turned his head to the side, feeling that the shells seemed to fly over from his ears. His mouth was full of bitter smell, and he could not hear any screams behind him. "Battleman!"

The artillery shells that were close to each other seemed to ignite his anger, and Qian Shen looked up the hill angrily. "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The more he went up, the more fierce the artillery fire of the Liao army. No matter how many people fell, the thunderheads kept walking forward without looking back. The artillery shells passed through the thin line of the thunderheads and rushed into the Song army's musket camp that followed behind. Almost every artillery shell that fell into the Song army's array could knock down several people.

"go ahead--"

"Promote!" Zhang Jiurong and other guards kept shouting and encouraging the soldiers.

"Have death!" He Jin, the old commander of the Hebei camp, shouted, "Have death death!"

"Go ahead!" "Go ahead--"

Amid the shouts of officers above the headquarters, most musketeers were silent, gritting their teeth and insisting on this tough and terrifying advance. Many people screamed and fell on the way forward. The people behind them took a few steps, walked past the bodies of the dead and injured, filled the position of the fallen, and staggered forward. Arriving about thirty-four steps away from the Liao army, the musketeer camp stopped, and the second-ranked soldiers held up their support sticks, and the Liao army's arrows rushed towards them like bees. This was within the range of most Liao army's bows and arrows, with arrows as dense as rain, and the gray-white tail feathers instantly penetrated the hillside.

Almost every thunderhead had several arrows inserted into the body. Qian Shen quickly inserted the pointed bottom of the shield into the ground. The arrow shot in front of the shield, crackling like rain to hit lotus leaves. Sweat flowed down the bridge of the nose, dripping onto the chin, and then flowed into the collar along the chin, soaking the lining of the leather armor and close-fitting silk robe.

"One and Ershen did not care about these, took out five grenades from the basket, arranged them in a row behind the shield, took out fire snatches from his waist, lit several grenades in turn, and began to count in a low voice, "eight, nine, ten", he suddenly stood up and threw the grenades towards the Liao army. After quickly retracting, he immediately threw out another grenade on the ground, one, two, three, four, five. In a very short time, the Song army rowed out one after another in front of the formation. In a very short time, the Song army rowed out one after another.

Thousands of black shadows, grenades fell into the Liao army formation, and violent explosions of "boom", "boom", "boom", "boom", "boom", "boom", "boom", and "boom", dust flew, and choking smoke rose, and its power even exceeded that of the bombardment of the cannon. Some grenades exploded on the spot due to the mistakes or deaths of the thunderheads, causing waves of flue to rise. However, because the formation of the front row of the thunderheads was loose, it was still a distance from the main formation of the musket camp. In addition to the casualties of the thunderheads, the casualties were minimal.

"Bang bang--"

"Bang bang--" "Bang bang bang--"

Almost at the same time, the muskets in front of the formation exploded like beans. According to the requirements of the two regulations of "shortest time interval" and "the most violent synthetic firepower delivery", after countless drills, the cooperation between the musket battalion of the Northern Expedition Army and the thunderheads was perfect. Countless guns were like heavy rain after strong winds, roaring through the smoke and shooting into the Liao army formation. The iron projectiles had huge penetration power. Those who were hit were either dead or injured, causing huge chaos.

"Roll!" Qian Shen shouted, pulled the basket off his chest, discarded the shield, and jumped out with his hands holding the mace.

"Kill!" "Kill!"

The thunderheads who threw out the grenades shouted, wielding iron axes, maces, iron spurts and other heavy weapons into the Liao army formation. Following them were tide-like musket gunmen. They had just fired a round of musket guns and rushed towards the Liao army formation. Thousands of grenades exploded and musket guns, and resolutely charged, almost instantly destroying the Liao army's front. Countless Jurchen soldiers and Xi army soldiers were able to persist under the bombardment, but at this time they lost the last trace of courage and turned around and fled. The defeat was like a mountain. Countless defeated soldiers formed a huge torrent, avoiding the tightly defended iron barrel cannon positions on the top of the hills and fled to both sides. If they were not stopped, the Song army would take the position where the Liao army set up iron barrel cannons this time.

"Master Beiyuan, cavalry! Cavalry rushes forward!" Xiao Mahuai shouted loudly at Yelu Tiege.

These fearless Song troops were simply possessed by devils. The Jurchen camp in front had completely collapsed. The Xi military camp could not die in vain like the Jurchen camp. What about the most proud cavalry of the Khitans?

"Master Beiyuan, let the cavalry rush to the Song army!" Xiao Mahuai's face was full of blue veins. He was also a close relative of the rear tribe. When it was really dead, he didn't care about Yelu Tiege's precious identity.
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