Tens of thousands of firearms battalions were arranged around the central cannon base to protect them. The defense line should have been solid, but unexpectedly collapsed in an instant.

The brigade of Meerbo cavalry rushed into the Song army formation, and panicked musketeers fled one after another, and they became like tigers driving sheep.

Arrows flew everywhere and landed increasingly densely on the heads of the Song army, who were still resisting.

Most of the Song army's musketeers were unable to counterattack. As more and more cavalry rushed into the Song army's formation, the musketeers fled in scattered. However, in the situation of defeat, there were still many people fighting desperately. On the chaotic battlefield, some were shouting: "Thunderthrowing hands! Thunderthrowing hands!" "Don't retreat! Everyone is in the array! Arrangement!" The young officer pulled out his waist knife, some scolded the escaped people angrily, and some were using their personal soldiers to stop the army's retreat.

Raozhou Camp was an old camp that participated in the northern expedition, but there was no accident of musket explosion. Although the front line was lost, under the leadership of the battalion commander Zhang Jiurong, the musketists formed a square formation. The muskets outside stabbed the guns, and the muskets inside kept firing guns. Although they were surrounded by barbarian cavalry, they remained unrest. The officers were calling for orders, and the soldiers were talking loudly while fighting.

"Fuck it, fight them!"

"Oh my God!" A musketman covered his thighs and screamed, which caused a burst of laughter from the people next to him: "It's red when I see it!"

"Oh, I almost cumed to the master's neck." A red-faced captain opened his throat and laughed with his teeth.

The arrow almost killed him just now. He didn't care at all. He spitted a phlegm at a new recruit next to him with a pale face: "Bah, coward! Anyway, they all have a dead ball, they have to be like a man!" He pointed to the defeated soldiers who were being chased by cavalry outside the square formation and said: "These cowards are as brave as crows, and run as fast as rabbits. Can they pass by?" His words caused a greater laugh among the musketeers: "Ouch!" "Death early and reincarnate early!" "The faster you escape, the earlier you die!" After the Northern Expedition, the Raozhou Camp eliminated the weak and strong, and even paid travel expenses to go home to live. The veterans who stayed behind were all people with their heads tied to their belts. Now they were in a desperate situation, and the greater the casualties, the less the soldiers were in a group of soldiers, and even the Guan Wei, who was usually afraid of, didn't care much.

"No noise!" Zhang Jiurong waved his waist knife and shouted loudly: "Get on the gun and stab!"

"Yes, Lord Xiao Zhang!" The veterans replied loudly with laughter, without any respect.

Zhang Jiurong frowned, but he refused to rebuke them. He understood that these people were not so stupid that they had no sense of dangerous battle situations, but just to drive away the fear in their hearts. People's hearts are full of flesh. Although Zhang Jiurong was born in a state school, every life was the same in this battlefield that devoured human lives. The musketeers were fighting in desperate situations, and more and more cavalry were on the periphery. Fighting was also death, and escaping was also death, which also stimulated blood and fell on their heads.

The more arrows there were, the more excited he became. Fires ejected from the muzzle, and everyone's eyes seemed to be emitting fire, as if lightning flashed in the dark clouds. Zhang Jiurong felt that his entire academic career seemed to be about to burn. Although he tried his best to look kind, he still looked down on these rough people in his heart. At this time, the usual behavior shown by the veterans at the critical moment of life and death made him unable to help but admire them.

The soldiers of Raozhou Camp continued to fall, and the more they fought, the fewer and more Meerbo cavalry were coming around.

There were barbarians' whistles and horse hooves everywhere. One arrow, two arrows, and three arrows barely brushed over Zhang Jiurong's head. Beside him, the red-faced captain who was jokingly loudly had already died in battle. He leaned on the ground with his back to Zhang Jiurong. At the last moment, the man shouted, "Brothers!" and stabbed the gun into the thigh of a Melbo cavalry. Then, he was stabbed in the back by another cavalry spear. The Melbo people wanted to cut off his head. Several yellow and thin musketeers with bloody faces tried to block it to death and saved the captain's head. Later, the soldiers were also killed in battle.

There are fewer and fewer musketeers living, and the Raozhou Camp formation with loopholes is also in danger.

A Meerbo cavalry swung his scimitar and rushed towards him with a shout.

Zhang Jiurong is no longer a weak scholar who has just joined the army. He gave in half a step, and gave way to the enemy's scimitar, but did not let the violent war horses pass by. The horses knocked Zhang Jiurong's knife to the ground with huge inertia. He almost fainted. His eyes turned black and his blood surged. At the critical moment, Zhang Jiurong did not fall, but instinctively jumped up and dragged the galloping Melbo cavalry off the horse. The two of them fell heavily.

On the ground, the Meerbo man looked panicked and struggled to pinch his throat with one hand and grab his neck with the other. However, Zhang Jiurong hit his head before the other party tried his best, raised the man's chin high, and bit it under the Eerbo without hesitation. A smelly blood squirted out. It was not until the Meerbo man stopped struggling that Zhang Jiurong let go. Before he could stand up, a large group of Khitan cavalry rushed towards him.

The only dozen remaining musketeers in Raozhou Camp stood like reefs, and they stabbed them tightly...

Behind the central cannon of the Song army, the general's tent was located. The soldiers retreated from the cannon, like sheep. The original complete battalion was dispersed. The soldiers did not recognize the generals, nor did generals, and many people lost their weapons. Many soldiers were originally housed around the tent. They were walking, crawling, and being supported by others. In the cold weather, if the injuries were slightly heavier, they would die. The soldiers were defeated like mountains and fell, and no one would care about their lives. Some of the wounded soldiers were lying on the snow, and the blood from the wounds had turned into ice. The doctor was sweating profusely to treat the injured officer who had just sent him. At this time, there was no Mafu San. The injured could only twitch and scream. Before the operation was completed, many people died of pain. Their bodies were left in place and no one carried them away.

Wang Gui bent down and sat behind half of the earth wall. His face turned yellow and he was not as calm as the battle began.

The thick smoke on the battlefield still covered the sun, but the sound of cannons and muskets became much weaker. Especially in the center of the Song army's defense line, when the brigade of Jurchen soldiers and Khitan cavalry rushed to the scene, the entire central artillery base was lost. The thick smoke covered the entire artillery base, and there were black shadows shaking in the smoke, flashing of curves and spear tips, the sound of horse hooves like thunder, the arrogant shouts of the Tartars, and the Song army soldiers finally resisted, and they tried their best to shout "The Song Dynasty has won thousands of victories!" They fought for the Song Dynasty to the last moment.

Wang Gui made many preparations before the battle began, but he did not expect this result anyway.

The sun was hanging high in the sky, like the damn sun flag of the Khitans. The tilted sunlight shone on Wang Gui's face and stabbed him.

The battle was very smooth at the beginning, and the left and right wings easily repelled the Liao army's attack. However, just when he thought the victory was in hand and the Liao army finally made a desperate attack, the defense line of the tens of thousands of musket battalions in front of the central cannon base collapsed in an instant. The two armies fought only on the front line, and the real defeat was like a mountain. After the mass explosion of the musket battalions in front of the musket battalions in front line fired, the same situation occurred in the musket battalions in the back line. Although the central army had strong troops, the musket battalions were

Most of them were new camps transferred from the south. No one could understand why the firearms were still good during live ammunition training in the south, and suddenly they exploded at the decisive battle of life. Before the Liao army rushed up, the soldiers were killed and injured, frightened, and crazy. The officers of the new camp were inexperienced and did not control the situation immediately. There was even a camp roar. The soldiers panicked and threw down the firearms that could explode at any time and turned around to escape.

The pale-faced guards and soldiers kept retreating from the artillery towers and reported to Wang Gui about the collapse of the army's front.

Some of these reports were true and some were false. At the beginning of the Meerbo cavalry, the Song army suffered the most casualties, and most of the troops and guards of the Musket Battalion were killed in battle. The escaped officers only reposted the news they heard from others. Even if it was true, the military situation had changed rapidly from the front to the commander's tent. Wang Gui had to rely on these news to dispatch the only reserve team in his hands to try to regain the artillery base. Because the Liao cavalry broke through too quickly, before the Song army reacted

The connection between the central camp and the old camp on the left and right wings was cut off. The elite camps that Wang Gui could use to counterattack the Liao army were extremely limited. Zhang Xian's cavalry rushed up, but soon they were entangled with the Khitan cavalry. The cavalry on both sides fought for more than an hour. Zhang Xian's troops suffered heavy losses and had to withdraw from the battlefield before being surrounded by the Liao army. Because the Liao cavalry cut off the connection between the various units of the Song army, Wang Gui got the news that Zhang Xian had already died in battle and the chance of the Song army turning defeat into victory had become extremely slim.

Some of the staff officers on both sides looked in a hurry, while others were pale, and they didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"This place is dangerous, let's escort the general to retreat?" Teeth Hu Qing whispered.

With a wave of his hand, several big-shouldered and round-waisted soldiers surrounded him and as long as Wang Gui nodded, he would surround him and exit the dangerous place.

"Rareless!" Wang Gui not only refused to accept it, but instead scolded, "How can we be afraid of death if we receive great kindness from the court? Retreat and survive?"

He pressed the sword in his hand and looked at the generals around him coldly. Someone was eager to try and wanted to retreat with the generals, but at this time he couldn't help but avoid his gaze. "Master, Hu is not afraid of death!" The teeth were extremely angry. He pulled out his waist knife, knelt on one knee, and said incredibly grief and angry, "Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. Now that things have come, the general should take care of his body first and gather his subordinates to wait for the future. Please take people out for a while to break the rear for the general!"

Several other generals either knelt on one knee or asked for a fight with their swords. These are all relatives who have been living and dead for many years. When they reach this point, they put their lives and death aside, but they will protect Wang Gui's life even if they fight to the death. However, Wang Gui was not grateful. He looked around the generals, his eyes were stern, and he slowly said: "Gong Gong Yue often said that civil officials do not love money and military generals do not hesitate to die, and the world will be peaceful in the Song Dynasty. In today's battle, Gui is without virtue and incompetent, and will implicate the three armies. How can he be greedy for life and humiliated?"

"Today I'm so let the Liao thieves know!" Wang Gui's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "There are generals with a dead head in the Song Dynasty, and no one would cherish death."
Chapter completed!