After the Liao army retreated, the troops from three towns in Henan marched 150 miles eastwards, and the journey from Dingtao to Jizhou was halfway. [This chapter is provided by netizens for updates] The Liao army stopped the scouts of the Song army in front, but never met the main force of the Liao army. The emotions of the soldiers gradually became divided into two extremes. Some people felt that the Liao army was not afraid to fight decisively and should speed up the marching, while others thought that the Liao people were luring the enemy into the ambush and should stop to defend on the spot. After Lu Mingyu discussed with Luo Xianshi and Shi Jingkui, they stood up and insisted on marching at a speed less than twenty miles a day. The infantry brigade carried artillery and supplies. On the way forward, whenever the hills were blocked, they would definitely send a front team to occupy it first.

The sky was covered with sad clouds and mist, and the whole sky was like a large upside-down iron pot, covering the withered plain. Forty thousand soldiers and horses were like a big snake crawling towards Jeju. The Song army scouts rode their horses to the high slopes on both sides of the road, and did not find the Liao army scouts. The two battalions of musketeers pushed the three-inch cannons up the hill, and then a large group of people slowly passed through the road between the hills.

On the mountain five miles ahead, the Liao army general was carefully observing the Song army with a thousand-mile mirror.

"What a coward!" Yelu Yilie put down the Qianli Miles Miles and said disdainfully, "I can only step on them with a thousand-person team." Wanyan Zongbi and Xiao Tachi looked at each other, and both saw a special meaning in each other's eyes. The coach Xiao Olila nodded with approval. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince first arrived at the battlefield. Whether he was inexperienced or bluffing, it was better than being cowardly and fearless. Xiao Olila patted his shoulder. From his uncle's perspective, he felt that a good Khitan man like Yilie was. Yelu Yilie frowned slightly.

"How can we lure the enemy to show weakness? The Song army is unwilling to speed up our advance." Xiao Olila frowned and said, "Now we can only eat hard." He turned to look at Wanyan Zongbi: "The Jurchen Ten Thousand People Team attacked the Song army's front line, attracting their attention is the key to victory." "The last general obeys the order." Wanyan Zongbi lowered his head and said, hiding a fierce light in his eyes. Xiao Olila clearly treated the Jurchen camp as a signing army.

The Liao army originally planned to lure the Song army into a low-lying area. If the Song army was not prepared, the cavalry would quickly capture the hills on both sides of the road when the Song army passed, and set up iron barrel cannons to bombard them from a high place. When the Song army was in chaos, the cavalry rushed across the streets and completely destroyed the elite Song army on Jingdong Road. If the Song army was in camp step by step, the Liao army simply let go of the two hatches and lure the main force of the Song army to fight decisively in the middle. At the same time, the elite iron cavalry cut between the marching brigade and the hill guards, and then used the superior cavalry to seize the hills and high ground on both sides, and set up iron barrel cannons to bombard the Song army at the foot of the mountain.

Several voices shouted in the front troop of the Song army on the "Liao Army"!

In an instant, the battle between the cavalry scouts and the Liao army vanguard had begun. Unlike the time when they were about to retreat, the Liao army vanguards were very fierce when they came, and hundreds of cavalry and horses were neighing and rushing, like a strong wind wrapped around the Song army's scouts. The scouts of the Bai camp were caught off guard and did not have time to retreat. They pulled out their sabers and spears to fight with the Liao cavalry. Under the dark sky, the cavalry on both sides came back and forth, and there were people bleeding and yellow sand at every moment. The battle between the cavalry was fierce and short. More than thirty cavalry scouts of the Song army could not escape and were almost wiped out. The Liao army cut off their heads, lifted high on the cavalry spear, galloping back and forth, shouting loudly.

"Damn it!" Ma Yuan saw the scene of the battlefield from Qianlijing and cursed. His battalion brought four three-inch cannons to guard a small hill in the south of the road, covering the flanks of the large group of people. On the plain between the north and south hills, the infantry formed dozens of square formations like chessboard grids. The artillery battalion was in the middle of the infantry formation. Some of the Song cavalry surpassed the main force of the infantry and formed a layer of cavalry protection outside the infantry formation. The brigade of cavalry gathered in the back formation. Yang Zaixing sat on the horse, raised the Qianlijing with a serious expression. A black line in the distance, with various flags jumping, and the Liao cavalry pressed up like black clouds.

The Liao army was abnormal, without any harassment, and its iron hooves rushed straight to the front of the Song army. The Liao cavalry and the Song army's musket formation have confronted countless times and are very familiar with each other's tactics. The Song army tied the chessboard formation, and the Liao cavalry did not go deep into the formation, but attacked the battalion formation on the front line like a tide of the sea. The Khitan cavalry bent his bow and arrow, and ran to the front of the Song army with hundreds of people as a large group, and then shot arrows into the sky. After the arrows, the cavalry clamped the horse's belly with both legs, and rushed back while pulling arrows. Almost for a moment, the Khitan cavalry rushed up and shot arrows again. The arrows in the air did not break. In a moment, the Song army's front formation was filled with gray-black arrow feathers.

Tens of thousands of cavalry shot arrows all concentrated in the phalanx of more than a dozen musket battalions in the front formation. The long arrows swept through the air with strong wind. The arrow feathers drew countless arcs in the sky and fell like raindrops. The Liao army was easy to use long arrows, and the arrows were heavy. Even if they were not armor-breaking arrows, they were enough to penetrate the thin armor of the musketman. Countless muskets fell into the ground with arrows soaked in blood, and fell to the ground like wood. The intensity of the battle was greater than before. Many musketmen Geng had just loaded the ammunition and had not yet set up the musket, and fell to the ground with a musket.

The officer shouted loudly: "Planting a gun" and the musketman behind strode forward, making up for the gap in front of the battle, and arrows broke through the air. The cavalry rushed up. The Liao army opened the bow and fired arrows very quickly, and the arrows whizzed through the air. Before the musketman could load ammunition, many shots were already shot. At this time, a row of muskets fired.

"Bang", "Bang bang", "Bang bang bang"

The guns flew away, and the Liao cavalry could not dodge, and many people were shot and killed. However, the cavalry behind rushed up to shoot arrows without fear of death. In a hurry, the musketeers in the front row were a little busy. When the raindrop-like arrow feathers smashed the brim of the helmet hat and made it sound like ping-pong. When countless people screamed and fell down, many soldiers' minds were blank, relying entirely on the officer's command and the conditioned reflex of normal training. Before completing the command "raising guns and loading ammunition to fire", the musketeers in the front row fell almost one-third. At the same time, under the fire of the musketeers, many cavalry also died in front of the formation. The Liao army's offensive was extremely fierce, and the cavalry behind actually jumped away from piles of corpses and continued to attack the Song army's front row. Lu Mingyu immediately ordered the battalion formation behind to quickly move forward to fill the gap in the muskete camp in the front row.

The density of muskets in the front line increased by more than doubled, and the originally shaking defense line stabilized. The Liao cavalry brigade continued to surge, some shot arrows in turn, and some simply blinded the eyes of the war horses and rushed straight towards the musket camp. Soon, the Song and Liao armies both invested a large number of troops on the front line and fought together. The artillery behind the Song army's front also opened fire, and the dark shells crossed the air above the two armies and smashed the back team of the Liao cavalry. The smoke of gunfire rose on the battlefield, and the sound of cannons, shouts, gunshots, and the woe of war horses resounded. Every moment, countless people died in a pool of blood. However, the situation on the battlefield was still stalemate.

"What's going on?" Yelu Yilie said dissatisfied on the hill in the distance, "Why haven't you destroyed them yet!"

Xiao Tachi frowned, and braved the dense row of guns, and the North Court cavalry attacked the Song army's strong formation at all costs. In just a short period of incense, thousands of cavalry had already fallen down. The Liao army was facing the most difficult Tokyo Remaining Division among the Song army. If he could defeat him with one blow, His Majesty would not have to retreat from Ezhou to Hebei. He turned around and caught a glimpse of Wanyan Zongbi's dissatisfaction. The Liao Kingdom would not allow the North Court cavalry to continue to lose this way, so it would soon send the Jurchen army to consume the Song army.

"Since you went south, there have been many burns and killings. If you were defeated, I am afraid the Song people would not give up." Wanyan Zongbi whispered, "Xiao Olila wants you to seize the hills on both sides. I just want you to entangle the Song army and don't let them carry the iron barrel cannons on the mountain." He looked up at the hills on both sides of the battlefield. Wanyan Zongbi had been thinking about this terrain for a long time. If iron barrel cannons were set up on those mountains and bombarded from a high point, the entire battlefield would be covered by artillery shells. However, it would take a lot of effort to drag the iron barrel cannons onto the mountain. The Song army originally planned to pass through this area, so naturally they did not do so. Even if they encountered cavalry in the Liao army, the Song army's artillery battalion was still parked in a relatively low-lying place.

After hearing his words, Xiao Tachi raised his head a little strangely. Wanyan Zongbi seemed to be unaware and continued to whisper in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "No matter whether you are really loyal to Your Majesty or want to avenge the Xia Kingdom, you must remember that the fate of the Meerbo people can never be controlled by others. In this battle, Xiao Orila was old and Yelu Yilei was too naive. If you can seize the opportunity to win a major victory, it will be of great benefit to us Jurchens and you Meerbo people. In fact, for you, there is no choice. If you lose this battle or withdraw your troops by draw, we Jurchens and you Meerbo people will be slowly consumed. Only a clean and neat victory will make Your Majesty look at us differently."

"You!" Xiao Tachi suppressed his doubts and whispered, "What are you going to do?"

"You entangle the Song army and cut off their retreat." Wanyan Zongbi's eyes were slightly cold, staring at the fiercely stalemate battlefield. He pointed to the right wing of the Song army and whispered, "I will rush in from here, break through their defense line, and then guide the North Court cavalry to rush to the left, and you may defeat all the Song army." Although his tone was uncertain, he was extremely determined. If the Jurchens wanted to survive, they had to prove to Yelu Dashi that the Jurchens were useful. If they could not do this, they would probably be consumed bit by bit in the hands of Xiao Olila's restaurant.
Chapter completed!