"Forward--" "Forward--"

"Keep formation--Keep formation--"

The commander of the left army, Lu Mingyu looked nervously at the flanks_) As expected, just as the breakthrough was reached in the front, the Khitan cavalry launched a rush. With the success of the southern invasion of the Central Plains, the Liao army seized a large number of Song State armor and captured many blacksmiths. Therefore, most of the Khitan cavalry were wearing the armor of the iron armor of the cavalry. The scimitar unsheathed scimitar reflected a daunting cold light, and the iron hooves rolled like thunder in the horizon. Because the Song and Liao armies confronted on the hillside, the cavalry walked around the ridge and then rushed along the hillside. The headless corpse rolled down the hillside like a pile of wheat grass.

Several commanders of "enemy cavalry" and "flanking enemy cavalry" were shouting loudly at the same time.

The sound of "forming formation" and "forming formation" sounded everywhere. At this time, fourteen musket battalions in the rear team had not yet disbanded the formation. The formation of the muskets attacked the formation in front was scattered. When they were rushing to concentrate, they suddenly seemed a little panicked. The cavalry appeared, forcing the muskets to stop pursuing the enemy and subconsciously gathered in front near the nearest military flag. The centurion loudly issued an order, asking the muskets to act as a defensive posture. People on the outside squatted down, tightly pressing the long muskets on their shoulders. The tip of the guns stretched out was like a jungle with deer antlers, and the muskets in the middle were set up one after another.

Holding sticks, loading ammunition in a hurry. At the same time, the sound of Liao army cannons above the hill seemed to have suddenly doubled. At a very close distance, the "boom" cannon sounded loudly. Countless shells tilted down like thunder, mercilessly penetrated the formation of musketeers that had just gathered together. Countless people screamed and fell down. Many people were in a hurry until the Khitan cavalry rushed into the middle of the formation of the Song army, cavalrying in the distance, and stabbing in the near distance. In order to prevent accidental injury of their own people, the Liao army cannon turned the bombardment target to the bottom of the mountain, trying to separate the connection between the front and back formations of the Song army.

"Stop it," Lu Mingyu pulled out his waist knife and shouted, "Stop it," he looked hatefully at the Liao army artillery building almost close to him. At the moment when the Khitan cavalry appeared, the battalions formed a formation to resist the cavalry like conditioning, he had the opportunity to stop this suicide reaction. It was not short dozens of steps away from the Liao army artillery building. If he ignored the cavalry on the flanks and forced the battalions to rush up the hill, the situation of the Left Army would probably not be so uncomfortable now.

"Lu Command" exclaimed repeatedly, and a cannonball whizzed past the top of the mountain, and narrowly passed by Lu Mingyu. Just now, the shell broke the flagpole and penetrated the three personal soldiers. The left army battalions were completely broken by the Khitan cavalry. More and more despair appeared on the faces of the soldiers. "Hold to death" and "Hold to death". Many officers shouted the last command, "Hold to death". Many musketeers fell under the crossfire of bows and arrows and artillery shells.

"We use shotgun quickly, prepare - spread it quickly"

Du Chun was sweating heavily, his face was black and white. With his loud orders, the musketeers on the periphery quickly spread a large gap. The gunners suddenly opened their eyes. The Khitan cavalry not far away thought that the Song army formation collapsed, just like a wolf pack found a fallen prey. He shouted loudly and rushed towards the enemy cavalry. Many gunners were pale because of their nervousness. "Hurry up, hurry up--" Du Chun's heart was raised to his throat, watching the medicine leads burn into the gun hole, but did not fire the cannon immediately, but a stream of blue smoke came out like a stuffy fart. He looked at the Khitan cavalry getting closer and closer, and large beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead, and said nervously, "Hurry up, hurry up."

"Boom--" A loud bang, like a thunder sound in the scorching heat

Du Chun ignored the pain in his eardrums and let out a long breath. Then, "Boom" and "Boom" two sounds. The other two three-inch cannons also opened fire. Three three-inch cannons were loaded with shotguns, hundreds of iron sand, and the flying locust stones were like storms. They sprayed out in fan shapes and rushed out in a wailing sound, almost being shot into honeycombs by shotguns. The Liao soldiers and horses were gurgling blood at the same time. Some of the Khitan cavalry who fell to the ground fell to the ground, and some turned their horses in panic. The scene was in chaos. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Song army closed the square again. The musketeers who had just installed ammunition were busy driving the gun to fire, and shot a few fish that were still trying to rush over.

"Mr. Du is amazing," Fan Rou, the battalion guard commander, asked loudly, "What should I do now?"

Shortly after the battle began, Qian Dazhong, the commander of the Fifth Battalion, was hit by the Liao army's artillery shells, and Fan Rou immediately took over the command power. However, he was a student of the provincial school and only served for a year. He was still in the army because of the rules. He was at a loss when he was in such a situation that he needed to make a decision on the spot, and Fan Rou was very glad that Du Chun led the artillery team to accompany the base camp. Although Du Chun was only a centurion in the artillery camp, Zhao Xingde took over the southeast camp and stipulated that the artillery officers were given salaries according to the standards of cavalry officers. The calculation range of the artillery battalion was very complicated. All the officers in the artillery battalion were literal and literal. There were many students from prefectures and county school students, and even those from Imperial College were therefore particularly accepted by Fan Rou from the beginning, and at this time he handed over the command power to Du Chun without hesitation.

"Mr. Fan, don't worry," Du Chun whispered, "You resist the cavalry, and hand over the Liao people's cannons on the mountain to us." Fan Rou nodded and shouted to the surrounding soldiers, "Hold on the commander and come to save us." He glanced at the soldiers around him. The gunners just now repelled the Khitan cavalry, which made many musketeers look glamorous on their faces.

"Return the gun," Du Chun shouted loudly, "To the Liao army's artillery position." More than fifty gunners quickly moved the gun mount and aimed the gunners at the hills. The gunners knew very well that the fire just now might have attracted the attention of the Liao people on the mountain. The Liao people's artillery would focus on bombarding the formation, but to compare the degree and accuracy of the gunners with the Liao gunners, these Song army gunners trained by Zhao Xingde were not afraid at all. In desperate situations, the mules had long been collapsed and could not be used. They carried their shoulders and carried their hands. The gunners quickly turned the guns of the iron barrel cannon to the mountain between them and the Liao army gunners, only a few dozen steps away through the chaotic figures shaking on the battlefield. Du Chun could see the faces of the Liao army gunners who were rushing to turn the guns over. Their faces were also sweating, and their eyes were full of anxiety.

"Use shotgun—" Du Chun shouted loudly in a long tone, "Get ammunition." Under the protection of the musketeers, the gunners organized the medicine bag and shotgun barrel into the gun chamber. Du Chun glanced at the pile of ammunition, and there were still five shotguns left. Three solid round round bullets finished the ammunition, which was the last moment.

A trace of determination flashed in Du Chun's eyes, he looked at the three cannons and shouted "ignite"

Under the hill, Zhao Xingde and the generals were watching the progress of the battle of the left army. With the emergence of the Khitan cavalry, the battle situation took a sharp turn. Zhao Xingde could see clearly without a thousand miles of mirrors. Nearly ten thousand musketeers formed a dozen square formations and were trapped on the hillside. The generals were in a dilemma and looked grim and didn't know how to deal with such a situation.

"Why did the Zuo Jun stop? Rush up?" Zhao Xingde gritted his teeth, his veins swelled up, and cursed, "This bastard."

The cannonballs rush around, and the guns are flying everywhere. The brigade of palace cavalry wanders between the square formations, isolating the connection between the left army's battalions. The Liao army is condescending and almost like a massacre. Wherever the shells pass, the former army's musketeers fell down one after another, but as long as they cannot stand the artillery and the formation is dispersed, the scattered musketeers will become easy prey for the Khitan cavalry. The situation is in danger. If the left army's nearly 10,000 musketeers are defeated, and there are very few survivors under the pursuit of the Khitan cavalry. They will destroy the morale of the Song army and lead the Right Army. The camps of the central army will be trapped in the same dilemma. According to the Tabai Army, there are tens of thousands of Khitan cavalry, and only five thousand cavalry were dispatched at this time.

"Yellow Band, stand up" Zhao Xingde personally ordered the three Yawang battalions of the Central Army to stand up immediately. Three Yawang battalions include a thunderbolt battalion, a musket gun battalion and a dead camp composed of northern volunteer soldiers. There were more than 1,500 people in the Northern Expedition Army. The other battalions were covered with black legs, while the Yawang battalion was covered with white legs, which looked very eye-catching. The other soldiers knew that Zhao Xingde's personal soldiers had arrived at the sight of him.

"You take over me to command the formation, success or failure is here." Zhao Xingde handed the reins to Luo Xianshi beside him and ordered, "Press up, don't worry about the people next to the cannon camp, and blast the Khitan cavalry out of the ridge." He issued a brief order. Zhao Xingde took a red military flag from his personal soldiers and shouted, "Fang Bing Battalion follows me, rescue the Left Army, and seize the Liao iron barrel cannon."

"Master," Luo Xian said ten times, "Let me lead the troops up there."

He thought that Zhao Xingde would lead his troops to charge in person so quickly. Although the intensity of the first offensive attack was extremely important, otherwise it would be very easy to form a stalemate and a war of attrition. The other generals also looked at Zhao Xingde, and their expressions were full of worry. Zhao Xingde was the soul of a military. If he had any misfortune, the morale of the Northern Expedition Army would be greatly reduced and even collapsed and collapsed.

"Abide by military orders" Zhao Xingde said sternly, raised the flag, waved it behind him twice, and shouted loudly, "Follow me."
Chapter completed!