"Khan, the Song people are going to step on the iron barrel cannon team." The cavalry general shouted.

The movements of the Song cavalry, the Meerbo cavalry lined up halfway up the mountain, could clearly see clearly. At the moment of the cavalry's battle, no one could show their backs to the opponent. The Song army was not good at cavalrying and shooting, and this was even more so. The Meerbo cavalry had a numerical advantage. Although the Liao infantry and cavalry that guarded the Iron Barrel Cannon Team were not elite, they were not paper-based. If the Song cavalry was trapped in it, the fate would be more good. However, the Song cavalry left behind the strong enemy facing him and headed straight for the Iron Barrel Cannon Team.

"Looking for death!" The scar on Xiao Ta's cheeks twitched and became very ferocious. On the one hand, because he knew that the Iron Barrel Cannon Team was very important to the army, on the other hand, the cavalry had not finished their decisive battle and the other party left without hesitation, which was a naked contempt and humiliation for the Meerbo people.

"If you want to die, let you die!" Xiao Ta gurgled with red throat a few times, making an inaudible oath.

He raised his right hand and divided it into left and right gestures. He rode his horse out first. The Meerbo cavalry on both wings rushed down the hillside. They did not just follow the Song cavalry, but more than 10,000 cavalry gradually divided into left and right teams, setting apart two large arcs, like the wings of an eagle spread out and hitting down from the hills. This is the formation of hunting flocks of yellow sheep on the grassland.

On the other hand, the iron barrel cannon team suddenly encountered a large number of Song cavalry, and the formation suddenly became chaotic. The Liao cavalry was busy gathering from both sides of the artillery team to one wing, barely forming a long snake formation. When the cavalry bent their bows and arrows, the Han infantry also formed a formation in a hurry, which was much slower than the Song Dynasty musketeers. The Liao Dynasty's iron barrel cannon was extremely heavy, and was attacked by cavalry for a short distance, so there was no time to prepare for firing. Only a few gunners unloaded the horse from the small cannon cart, and then turned around the muzzle to load ammunition. Most of the gunners could only lean against the cannon cart with swords and guns, looking at the Song cavalry getting closer and closer with horror.

"Storm up - kill the gunners more!"

Yang Zaixing's eyes showed fierce light, and passed the Liao cavalry that was rushing forward, staring at the gunner huddled behind. He raised his big gun with his right arm, raised his arm three times, and then squeezed his legs into the horse's belly. The horse felt the master's fierce murderous intent and galloped with all his strength. After a while, more than 4,000 cavalrymen on the white camp completed the entire team in a gallop, and the cavalry drove the war horses to lean tightly together and lined up into three horizontal lines in front and back. Two hundred steps away from the Liao army, the first cavalry hung the big gun with the bird's wings and the victory hook, took out the cavalry crossbow with strings, and the jumping sight was aimed at the Liao cavalry in front.

The iron hooves flew around like thunder rolling, and the Song cavalry was getting closer and closer to the Liao army's gunners lit the gunpowder lead.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" Balls of black shadows roared across the sky. The shells fell in the open space between the two armies, and many Song cavalry still hit the tightly formed formation. The round iron shells carried huge kinetic energy and penetrated the straight body when riding the horse. The war horses neighed and roared, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere. However, the Song cavalry was not at all confused. The cavalry in the rear quickly urged the horse to move forward to fill the vacancy left by the victims.

"Roar up!" Yang Zaixing shouted hurriedly, "Kill the gunner--Song Wansheng!"

"Kill - the Song Dynasty is victorious!" The cavalry responded with response, "The Song Dynasty is victorious!" "The Song Dynasty is victorious!"

In the town, the Tabaiying can be called elite with the Beiweiying, with the highest status, the best treatment, and the most paid. The cavalry is the pride of the entire army. At this moment, the Liao army's infantry and cavalry formation in front, and the Meerbo cavalry behind is dead. But everyone's face was very calm. Apart from the determination to look at the death, they were staring at the enemy in front with no other distractions.

Only seventy or eighty steps away from the Liao cavalry. While the Liao army bent its bow and arrows to the sky, the first row of cavalry pulled the trigger of the cavalry crossbow, quickly put the cavalry back into the skin, then took off the big gun, and pointed it straight ahead. Countless crossbow arrows shot at the Khitan cavalry like locusts. At the same time, the arrow feathers in the sky fell one after another, and the cavalry on both sides suffered some casualties.

"Boom--" "Boom--" "Boom--" "Boom--" Liao army's iron barrel cannons roared again.

Pieces of locust stones, caltrops, and iron sand were sprayed out like swarms. The Song army's countless war horses were shot and rolled down. Some of the cavalry in the back row could not dodge at the critical moment, while others could not dodge at the critical moment. Following the people and the horses were overturned, the formation was a little confused. At this time, the Liao cavalry launched an attack and called out loudly to charge. The cavalry on both sides urged the horses, urging the horses to the extreme in a few breaths. After a moment, the two armies had already confronted each other. Everyone had no hesitation, but only waved their arms and tried their best to cut the thorns. The cavalry flashed across the face, either you died or I died. Countless people fell down and fell down, and the earth drank hot blood again.

"Kill--" Yang Zaixing seemed to be angry at King Kong, the white cherry blossom head was dyed red, and blood dripped on the "dada".

During several breaths, he picked two enemy cavalry in a row, swept across the barrel with his gun bars, and swept a Liao cavalry with a sword off the horse with the power of the interlaced horse. At this moment, his eyes suddenly became empty. A dozen steps away was the Liao army artillery team, looking at the Song cavalry with almost no speed reduction in his face. The only one who escorted the artillery team was ordinary North Garden cavalry, which was much weaker than the battle to the death of the Baiying camp. In this cavalry confrontation, the Liao army suffered heavy casualties, while the Song cavalry became more and more brave.

"Roar--" Yang Zaixing shouted loudly and urged the horse to rush towards the Liao army's artillery carriage.

Facing the rain of arrows, the cavalry of the White Camp followed Yang Zaixing closely behind. The war horses whirled white air and used their last strength to rush towards the enemy camp. Yang Zaixing, who was leading the horse, was even more targeted. His war horse was hit by two arrows, and he was hit by seven or eight arrows, but with the bright light fish scale armor protecting the vital points. Before he could break the arrow shaft, he had already arrived at the enemy formation. Yang Zaixing roared, faced with the spear like a forest, and rushed straight up.

The Khitans were the most important cavalry warfare, and the ones who became infantry were the least useful in their clans. Most of the officers who tried every means to enter the Iron Barrel Cannon Team had the intention of not wanting to charge. The fear of the cavalry was almost innate, and at this moment, it was already the ultimate to be able to form a formation in fear. Thousands of iron cavalry rushed over were extremely shocking, and every Liao infantry felt that dozens of horses rushed towards him. Even if the infantry spear could kill the cavalry, the huge impetus of the raid was enough to shake the infantry that was the first to be killed.

No matter how powerful the officers were intimidated, at the last moment, the fear of death overwhelmed everything. Just as the first war horse rushed up with huge inertia, the Liao army infantry began to give up their spears, scimitars, and turned to escape. The originally indestructible formation collapsed instantly.

"Oh my god of immortality!" Many people cried and shouted, "Escape quickly--" "Run--" The officers could not stop this avalanche--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Yang Zaixing pushed away the soft spears on both sides and held the cavalry into the Khitan infantry. He slapped the gun with his left hand, pulled out the saber with his right hand, and slashed the knife. The cavalry on the white camp was like a tiger entering the flock of sheep, and the scene could be described as cutting melons and vegetables. The Liao soldiers were only concerned about escaping their lives, and no one was willing to resist, and one fell to the ground in blood.

"Kill the gunners more!" Yang Zaixing shouted loudly: "Kill the gunners!" "Kill the gunners!"

In order to facilitate movement, the Liao army gunners did not wear armor and only wore cowhides on the outside of the military robe. Their outfits were very different from those of ordinary Liao soldiers, and they were particularly conspicuous among the people who were fleeing. Amid the shouts of "killing gunners", the Song army cavalry ran and ran across the horses, and met those who were not wearing armor and gunners, and they chased him and shot him. The Liao army infantry was in chaos, and many gunners died in vain. The Song army cavalry rushed left and right, and the formation was scattered, and they didn't care that the Meerbo cavalry had surrounded them all.

"Kill--" Yang Zaixing shouted violently. The big gun was like a poisonous snake and spit out a letter, then shrank and stabbed a Liao army gunner to the ground. He took a deep breath and raised the gun. Tens of steps away, there were densely packed with Liao army cavalry forming formations. Several cavalry also rushed from all directions, and there were only a few dozen cavalry beside Yang Zaixing.

"Come on--" Yang Zaixing's eyes widened and roared fiercely, "Song Wansheng!" He waved his big gun with his arms, and rushed straight into the gap before the Liao army's cavalry formation was closed. "Song Wansheng!" The cavalrymen in the White Camp shouted in unison, but the war horses were gasping for breath, covered in sweat, and some even staggered. Many cavalry's arms were already sore and had short broken arrow rods inserted into the body. However, they followed Yang Zaixing without hesitation, rode their horses to charge into the battle until they died in the battle. The Meerbo cavalry surrounded them layer by layer, like a group of wolves fighting tigers, fighting and biting, and retreating for the time being, rushing up again, shoot arrows, and rushing. At this point, neither side had any chance to breathe. The battle was short and tragic, until the large group of Song cavalry was killed and injured, and it was over.

The north wind roared, corpses were everywhere, arrows, broken blades, broken military flags, and armor were everywhere.

The horses were still licking their master nostalgic. The horse's wet tongue kept licking on a bloody face. The face was cut by a scimitar, and the flesh on his face was rolled up, which was terrifying. Yang Zaixing only felt the pain and numbness and itchiness. He opened his eyes and saw that it was pitch black around him, not knowing whether it was the world or hell. He was exhausted and weak, and he was pressed against him by two or three corpses, unable to move, as if he was only a zombie-like body.

"Did this battle be won or lost?" He only had this question in his mind. He didn't care whether he was alive or dead.

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