On the cannons on the city wall, the gunners were huddled behind the squadrons, and the howling north wind blew across the city, and everyone was blown and frozen.

Luo Huan, the commander of the Guangnan artillery team, looked pale and his nose was red from cold. He looked down at the four-inch cannons on the cannon. The plugs and powder barrels were piled up around the cannon. Maochu broke through, and the five-inch cannon and four-inch cannons could not be taken away because of their heavy weight and had to be blown up in advance. Luo Huan reluctantly stroked their dark cannon bodies one by one. "It's a pity that Chunyu made." The cannon leader whispered. The greatness and power of the cannons, and the Song people valued affection made people feel a certain attachment and reluctance to it. This was even more so when they were forced to destroy the cannons. However, compared with the scene of casualties on the battlefield outside the city, compared with the tens of thousands of fallen soldiers, this emotion was not only inappropriate, but also weak. On the battlefield, victory or survival has become an overwhelming existence. Luo Huan took a deep breath of cold air and took his eyes off the cannon.

Luo Huan sighed and turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, the messenger came over with an officer with a turmeric face.

"General Zuo ordered me to come and receive your heavy artillery." The officer handed over a warrant and said expressionlessly.

"What?" Luo Huan's voice became thicker instinctively. However, the other party was indifferent and just extended the order to him.

This dissatisfied voice surrounded several officers of the artillery battalion and looked at the people with hostility. Five-inch cannons and four-inch cannons are called heavy cannons. After the firearms were booming, they were the most precious military weapon. If they were normal, they would never be able to give in. However, under the unkind eyes of the crowd, the officer seemed to have no idea. His eyes were gloomy and he looked at Luo Huan coldly. At this time, a group of heavily wounded soldiers climbed the city wall, some broke their hands, some cut their feet, and some wrapped them in thick wound cloth. Their faces were yellow, some supported each other, and some were lifted up. These people seemed to ignore the officer's officers and soldiers on the city wall, quietly gathered behind the officers receiving heavy cannons. At this time, Luo Huan noticed that the sleeves under the officer's right elbow were empty, and the wind blew slightly.

"You guys are," Luo Huan couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in his heart, "What's going on?"

"Please hand over the heavy artillery to us." The turmeric-faced officer repeated coldly.

"What?" Luo Huan asked in dismay.

"Then," a hint of pride floated on the corner of the officer's mouth, and he said in a deep voice, "We will stick to it."

A hint of brightness flashed across his gloomy eyes. Luo Huan clearly felt that the subordinates behind the officer stood up at almost the same time, with some special pride. "Okay." He said in a deep voice, waved his hand, and the officers and gunners of the Guangyao Team also retreated to both sides and silently handed the heavy artillery to the hands of the wounded soldiers guarding Xiongzhou. Everyone's heart was heavy, and they didn't even dare to look directly at the eyes of these people who stayed to die. The hero, who was still so great, said that he was not afraid of it, was deceiving himself after witnessing countless injuries and deaths on the battlefield.

Although this group of people was difficult to survive the slow journey of breaking through due to injuries, the choice between a glimmer of vitality and defending honor with death is enough to make any self-proclaimed hero ashamed. The handover of thirty-five five-inch cannons and ten four-inch cannons was completed in a suppressed silence. Several wounded soldiers with their legs cut off were sitting directly beside the cannon position, closing their eyes and resting in the wooden basket that was thundering. Luo Huan originally wanted to give instructions on the placement and cross-fire of the cannon position, but found that the turmeric-faced officer was more familiar with this than himself, so he stopped showing off his axe.

The Guangnan artillery team left silently, and at this time, any words were redundant.

Before the war, everyone's most precious rest and quietness.

Among the soldiers of the Left Army, about 3,000 wounded soldiers voluntarily stayed to defend Xiongzhou City. After the army withdrew, the artillery on the four walls would bombard the invading enemy and ignited gunpowder at the end to die with the enemy who climbed the city. In addition to the three thousand dead soldiers, the left army battalions completed the assembly during the Chou time, discarded all heavy artillery and most of the ammunition, and only carried light three-inch cannons to leave the city with the main force of the Left Army. Two thousand cavalry and three thousand horse infantry musketeers each ran out of the four gates with two torches in their hands, clamoring loudly to cover up the whereabouts of the army. Finally, they gathered together to walk southwest, attacking the west wing artillery base of the Song army's large formation that had been besieged by the Liao army, and fighting out a bloody road to return south.

The troops preparing to break through were concentrated on the road leading to the West Gate, and they were so dark that they made only one road in the middle. Everyone did not talk, cough, or moan. At this moment, although there was no roar of horse hooves and arrows on the battlefield, this quietness was even more creepy. The officers were all in the pile of soldiers, and the robe and armor of the Zuo Army officer were originally similar to those of the soldiers, and they could not be separated at this moment. Zuo Nianyuan and Luo Huan were also crowded in the crowd of people in Guangnan Camp. They felt that he was a little depressed and couldn't help but joke: "What's wrong, can't bear to leave Xiongzhou?" Luo Huan snorted and asked back, "Brother Zuo, are you afraid of death?" Zuo Nianyuan was stunned, shook his head, and did not answer.

"Diet is also what I fear." He thought to himself. However, there were soldiers around him at this time, and it was afraid that it would cause chaos in the morale of the army when he said it.

"So too," Luo Huan glanced at the city tower and whispered, "But now I feel that death is more enjoyable than life."

Zuo Nianyuan followed his gaze and nodded in the same way, saying, "It's even more pleasant to die when he goes to the right place and entrusts the lonely Cheng Ying. However, everyone has their own responsibilities, but if you have a breath, you must not relax at all."

Luo Huan knew that he was motivating himself. He was about to nod when the city gate in front made a "squeak" sound, opening a crack. At the same time, with a dense sound of horse hooves, hundreds of riders rushed past them with two torches. The flames were briefly dazzling. "Brother Jia?" Zuo Nianyuan shouted in a low voice, suddenly recognizing Jia Yuanzhen who was galloping by, and then stopped the sound. The hundreds of cavalry who rushed out with torches in the dark. Half an hour later, each team general tried his best to attract the attention of the Liao army.

They will face the pursuit of Liao cavalry ten times more than they are. In half an hour, it is unknown how many people will return to the army.

"Each person has his own responsibilities," Zuo Nianyuan murmured and said, "A moment of breath, there must be no slack." His blood seemed to solidify, and it seemed to be about to burn.

Shortly after the cavalry rushed out of the city gate, heavy artillery in the south and east of the city began to ignite bombardment. The battalions that had already been waiting for the city came out in sequence. Unlike the cavalry that were full of fanfare, the battalions that left the city did not fire torches, but led the way with the vague flame light on the cannons in the west wing of the army. The back team followed the front team and walked southwest. Lu Mingyu, Zuo Nianyuan, Luo Huan and other commanders were all walking silenced like soldiers. Because they were marching at night and had to hide their whereabouts, all the battalions were not ready to fire guns, but stabbed the guns in advance, using the muskets as long spears, and painted black mud on the guns. Along the way, the sound of hooves on all sides of the left army could not stop, and the Guangnan camp stumbled and stopped, and sometimes the outside shouted loudly, as if they were fighting with the invading cavalry outside.

"Everyone is in the queue, don't go around!" "The Liao thieves don't have cannons, set up a formation and move forward!" Zuo Nianyuan heard someone whispering orders.

The noise was clamoring for a while, and soon calmed down again and continued to move forward.

"We may lose, everyone is heartbroken..." In the darkness, Luo Huan stared at the heavy shadows in the distance, thinking that the shadows in the sky seemed boundless, and occasionally there were frozen dead bodies on the ground, as if they were marching in hell. "However," he took a breath and held the gun, "A real man dies and dies. The Liao thieves are only for a moment. Even if we lose, the Song Dynasty will definitely win! In the future, someone will come to pay tribute to me, the lonely ghosts." As he thought about it, his steps under his feet were much lighter.

"Die will die. Even if we die, we will be a hundred thousand ghosts. Even if we are eighteen levels of hell, we will not be afraid."

This situation is different from when Bai Tian left the city to rescue the Central Army. The victory and defeat in the day was not decided, and the Liao army was eager to win, so they tried hard to intercept the Song army that came out of Xiongzhou. The Song army had a way out again, and whenever they encountered setbacks, they retreated back to the city. At this moment, tens of thousands of troops in the left army were determined to fight with the water. However, the Liao army did not know that it was because of hard fighting for a day, or they were unwilling to fight with the Song army at night, or the main force was divided into several routes to encircle the Song army, and was confused by the Song cavalry wandering around. They could not draw enough troops to block them, or sent troops to block them but trapped the wrong direction. In short, before the main force of the left army reached the west wing artillery base of the Song army outside the city, there was no Liao army of sufficient size to stop them, and several cavalry that came one after another were also defeated.

Luo Huan had been away for a long time, and when dawn was about to break out, the army arrived in front of the west wing artillery tower of the Daying besieged by the Liao army.

Fortunately, although the news was not clear, the thousands of Song troops who were guarding the West Wing cannon building were first seen at a high place and were overjoyed. They immediately fired guns and bombarded the Liao army outside the cannon building. The Song army vanguard under the cannon building heard the sound of cannons in front and launched an attack without hesitation. The musketeer rushed forward without firing a gun. The Jurchen army was surrounded by the West Wing cannon building, and had already suffered heavy losses in the daytime battle. Under the desperate attack of the Song army inside and outside, the Jurchen army retreated with just a little resistance. The left army captured a way of life, and the besieged Song army on the cannon building was in a desperate situation. Both sides were motivated and cheered.

Yao Xian, the commander of the artillery, immediately expressed his willingness to be controlled by Lu Mingyu. The two Song troops gathered together, and after a little rectification, they retreated south. At this time, it was just dawn. The Liao army judged Ming Xiongzhou Song troops to break through and escape, and hurriedly reported to Yelu Tiege.
Chapter completed!