“Go ahead—” “Go ahead!”

More than a thousand fang soldiers followed the guidance of Zhao Xingde's military flag, passed through the gaps of their own military formations, and quickly advanced towards the besieged Left Army robe on the hill. Behind them, more than 40 military formations of Luo Xian's ten commanders surpassed the safe distance beyond the range of the Liao army's artillery and slowly pressed towards the hills guarded by the Liao army. Deng Yuanjue led the rear army to defend the artillery base. Tong Yunjie commanded the artillery battalion to turn the gun mouth. Except for a small number of artillery firing and still interfering with the Liao army's artillery on the hills, most of the artillery shells began to bombard the Khitan cavalry on the open hillsides on both sides of the hills.

Xiao Mahuai laughed and said, "It's just now that the Southern Barbarians can no longer hold back." He raised his whip and slowly pressed up to the Song army formation at the foot of the mountain. The infantry in the third battalion, with white-legged legs, seemed very inconspicuous before the Song army formation.

"The Lord of the North Courtyard is indeed a clever idea," Wanyan Zongbi smiled flatteringly without seeing the opportunity, "It seems that this is the burial place of the Southern Barbarians." Brother Yelu Tie looked at him, smiled faintly, and said nothing. The Khitan generals looked at him with a contemptuous smile. Wanyan Zongbi suppressed the humiliation in his heart, pointed the horse whip at the halfway hillside, and insisted on the front of the Song army in the midst of artillery fire and Khitan cavalry siege, and continued, "I just wait for the result that these people who died first, and those who came to die after they came to die after they came."

Suddenly, his eyes calmed down. In front of the slowly advancing Song army formation, the more than a thousand white-legged Song army quickly passed through the periphery of the Khitan cavalry like sand. The thunderhead kept throwing grenades in front of them. The huge explosions and shrapnel made the Khitan cavalry dodge to both sides and make a way out. The musketeers and the swordsman even maintained a tight formation during the march and quickly passed the battlefield passage opened by the thunderhead.

"Damn it!"

Centurion Yelu Xinie flew past the Song soldiers with white legs, and no matter how they approached and threatened, the Song soldiers were not panicked at all. Although the cavalry was half a body higher than the infantry, Yelu Xinie felt that the eyes of the other party were condescending, even cold. The cavalry scattered on the lower edge of the hillside could not stop the more than a thousand Song troops like awls, so they could only whistle loudly, hoping to attract the attention of more cavalry. However, on the battlefield filled with smoke, a large group of Khitan cavalry were busy besieging and blocking the Song army's front, while the Liao generals in the distance were paying attention to the movement of the Song army's formation.txt e-book download**

"The white-legged soldier of the Grand Marshal—"

"The white-legged soldier is coming!"

A surprise shout came from the 17th Battalion of the Left Army surrounded by cavalry: "The Grand Marshal is here to save us in person!" "Brothers, it's the Grand Marshal!" The white-legged toothed barracks passed by in the blue and black smoke. An officer with a black smoke on his face waved loudly at the ecstatic 17th Battalion soldiers: "Go forward!——" "Go forward!"

"Forward--" Chen Shiji recognized Liu Wengu and shouted happily: "Follow the general and move forward!"

He had Xinyi in the 17th Battalion. When the soldiers heard the guards say this, they were convinced that the general was coming to save him, and their morale was immediately boosted. The musketeers who were on the verge of despair just now and almost subconsciously resisting the cavalry regained their fighting spirit. The centurions and ten commanders took the opportunity to rectify the team, waved the military flags in the smoke, and shouted: "Go forward, move forward!"

The centurion and escort of the Ya Bian Battalion shouted at the newly joined musketman: "Punch the gun! Punch the gun!" "Attack!" The musketmen stepped on the gun and followed behind the Ya Bian Battalion. At this time, the cannons from above the hills became weaker, and this large group of infantry gathered together, and the Khitan cavalry was unable to break through in an urgent manner, so they could only ride horses around and threaten them. The musketmen became bigger and bigger like snowballs, and under the guidance of the Ya Bian Battalion, they firmly advanced above the hills, while the soldiers on the periphery used muskets, heavy axes, maces, and wolves to fight. Cavalry fell around the Song army's infantry formation, and Song soldiers fell on the way forward.

"Fight with them!" Zhang Jiurong waved a musket with both hands and bared his teeth at the cavalry that was flying by.

A strip of cloth wrapped around his forehead, and blood kept oozing out, and blood mixed with smoke and dust hung on his face, making this weak face look particularly ferocious and terrifying. "Cang" a runaway arrow happened to hit Zhang Jiurong's iron helmet, and the heavy force made him dizzy in his mind. He gasped in big mouths, trying to squeeze out the last trace of strength from his exhausted body, "Try it!" He no longer had the strength to walk up the mountain, through the blood of the slightest

With his charming eyes, Zhang Jiurong stared at the Liao cavalry that was approaching. Everything on the battlefield seemed to slow down. After quieting down, the gang of musketeers kept passing by. The Khitan cavalry was getting closer and closer. Zhang Jiurong tried his best to push the musketeers upwards and stabbed the broad chest of the war horse. At the same time, he also surpassed the musketeers who were shoulder to shoulder. The Khitan cavalry who rushed over seemed to have found a goat that was out of stock, waving a scimitar, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Zhang!" Someone yanked from behind.

Zhang Jiurong's feet were unstable and staggered back. After a moment, a sharp sword light passed by his eyes. Zhang Jiurong seemed to wake up suddenly, and his hair was suddenly tightened. He subconsciously held the waist of the musket gun in both hands to make a squat defense. "First row--" Battalion commander Zou Hao loudly ordered, "Puncture!" A dozen musket guns stretched out together. The Khitan cavalry was staring at Zhang Jiurong who was out of the formation at first, and unexpectedly dodged. Several sharp guns stabbed the mount from different directions. The war horse wailed, raised his hooves, and hit the two barrels in front. At this moment, the second row of musketmen rushed up and filled the gap between the musketmen in the front row.

"Second row—" Zou Hao ordered again, "Step!" A few lightning shots were shining. The front row of musketeers pulled out the guns, and more than a dozen musketes stabbed out the guns in the back row. Zhang Jiurong also stabbed the guns with the second row of soldiers. The raised horse hooves had not yet been put down. The weak belly of the war horse was stabbed several times, and blood was flowing, and he fell down with a whine.

"It's so dangerous!" Zhang Jiurong was still in shock, and felt cold sweat falling down his back. He was extremely nervous, fear and glory for escaping death. The heavy fatigue just now disappeared. Zhang Jiurong looked at the center of the army. The figure of the general was vaguely visible. Surrounded by white-legged fang soldiers, he firmly and calmly towards the top of the hill to seize the Liao people's iron barrel cannon position," Zhang Jiurong's mind suddenly became clear, "The cavalry is not afraid. If you play chess, you can only try this breath now." Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. Zhang Jiurong looked back and saw, "Mr. Zhang, it's very kind!" Zou Hao shouted at him.

"Where, where." Zhang Jiurong plucked up his strength and said, "Commander Zou, let's follow the commander!"

"Okay!" Zou Hao nodded and shouted at the soldiers, "Forward--" "Forward!" One of them was commander and the other was a escort. After several battles, the original knots were gone. On the battlefield, as long as they could survive, it was better than anything else.

The phalanx of the left army battalions was already close. As Zhao Xingde led the Ya barracks to join the battlefield, the situation reversed almost in a moment. The Song army formed a large formation and attacked upwards regardless of the artillery fire on the mountain. The five thousand Khitan cavalry could not defeat the Song army's formation in a short time, and the Song army was even less able to get closer to the iron barrel cannon position on the hill step by step. The Song army quickly fought with the guards of the iron barrel cannon Xi army camp. The thunderbolters in front were already red-eyed. After throwing the grenade, they each held weapons first.

As Zhao Xingde took over the command, from Lu Mingyu, commander of the Left Army, to commander of the camp, and the guards, they all realized the situation of their army fighting against the enemy. If they could not seize the Liao army's iron barrel cannon formation, they would inevitably be bombarded by the Liao artillery, and then massacred by the Khitan cavalry. After taking over the iron barrel cannon position, they could set up defenses on the spot and expel the Liao army from this battlefield with cannons and muskets. Victory or death, the two consequences, and the two fates are completely opposite.

Below the hillside, twenty-one battalions of the Right Army were arranged in a wide square formation, and twenty-one battalions of the Central Army were used as the rear formation, and more than 20,000 musketeers were slowly pressing on. The military flags were flying on the left side of each battalion, and the soldiers with black legs were holding musketeers in their hands, and the formation was extremely strict. Under the pressure of the huge infantry army formation, a few Khitan cavalry could only harass and fire arrows from afar and were unable to get close. Luo Xiansi, the commander of the left army, ordered the musketeers in front to take a round of volleys from time to time to drive away the Khitan cavalry in the front and left and right, while warning the commanders of each battalion must keep the formation neat and ready to resist the rushing of the Liao cavalry at any time. This is the experience gained from countless bloody battles since the northern expedition. As long as the formation of the musketeers is not messy, the musketeers are stabbed nearby, and the musketeers and bows are shot against each other in the distance, it will be difficult for the Khitan cavalry to get a bargain.

On the battlefield where smoke was filled with smoke, shells, arrows flew everywhere, and infantry and cavalry were staggering, Zhao Xingde personally led the fangs to rush forward, and the Song army suddenly burst out with a desperate battle, and the situation reversed again, all in a very short time. When the Liao generals supervised the battle on the top of the mountain discovered that the Xi army had been beaten backwards by the Song army.

"Mr. Tie Ge, please send cavalry to rush forward again!"

The commander of the Xi army, Xiao Mahuai, asked for help again. Although he had not yet taken the battle personally, he stared at Yelu Tiege with a scimitar in his hand, as if he was about to eat him. The Jurchen camp was defeated by the Song army, and the Xi army was also fighting hard. Yelu Tiege only sent 5,000 Khitan cavalry to rush to the Song army, and more than 20,000 cavalry remained behind the hills. What was the plan to fight?
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