"What are you doing standing still? If you can still move, charge forward!" Xiao Anguo, an officer of the Xi tribe in the Tiebei camp, was the first to react. He pushed the soldier next to him and shouted loudly, "It's a fire blunderbuss. Rush forward and chop it down."

Turn them over!" Xiao Anguo was also born into a noble family. Fireguns were very common among the nobles of the Liao Kingdom, but everyone regarded them as a toy collection. Bows and horses were the foundation of the Liao Kingdom.

At this time, the cavalry on both wings of the Liao army also saw that something was wrong and rushed towards the center with all their strength to interfere with the launch of the Song army's central formation.

Zhao Xingde observed the situation in front silently. The smoke produced by the black powder launch was filled with smoke, which affected part of his sight. However, the silence of the commander did not hinder the commander of the centurion from giving orders.

"Third row - front row -!"

As the command sounded, the soldiers standing behind the deputy commander in each row took two steps forward. When passing by the deputy commander, they handed over the firecrackers in their hands to the deputy commander, took the empty firecrackers, and installed the spears.

, squatting half-crouched next to the leader of the first row, the density of spears in the front of the entire Fire Gun Battalion doubled.

The distance of forty steps was very short, and the projectiles fired by three hundred fire guns at the same time caused dozens of injuries. The Tiebei Battalion of the Liao Kingdom, who had woken up, began to charge towards the Fire Gun Battalion's position under the command of the Xi tribe officers.

The tall, heavy-armored infantry in groups of five made a neat thumping sound, getting closer and closer. The soldiers of the Fire Gun Battalion in the front row could even see the bloodthirsty or indifferent ferocity emanating from the gaps in the opponent's helmet.

Light.

"ignition--"

Three hundred firecrackers were ignited again, accompanied by the roaring sound of burning. The soldiers in the firecracker camp had never hated the length of the gunpowder fuse as much as they did now, just as they hated Zhao Xingde's efforts to shorten it in every possible way.

Second Master, bless me! So far, no firecracker has exploded.

"Boom -" "Boom boom" "Boom boom boom boom" the continuous sound of firecrackers sounded again.

Many soldiers of the Liao Army who were charging forward looked up and fell to the ground. Their shouts suddenly stopped, and the bullet holes where they were hit were bleeding gurglingly and they couldn't stop it. The soldiers of the Iron Wall Camp among the Liao Army were thick and

The armor was penetrated without exception at this distance, and unlike the usual charge with arrows, as long as they were hit by fire blunderbuss, most of them fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from the gaps in the armor. A team of five people

As long as two or more of the soldiers from the Iron Wall Battalion were unable to move, the other three would also be trapped in the area.

"Fourth row - front row -"

The soldiers of the fourth row who were already standing behind the deputy chief took two steps forward, exchanged fire blunderbuss with the deputy chief, loaded the empty fire blunderbuss with a spear, and also half-crouched next to the chief of the first row. Fire blunderbuss

The density of spears in front of the battalion has reached three times that before firing. Looking from a distance, the dense spears look like a jungle with fangs, waiting for the blood of the enemy. At this time, the Liao Iron Wall Battalion rushing in front

The soldiers have already arrived.

With a sound of "Cang——", five heavy axes were like wheels, hitting the spears one after another. The huge physical strength of the soldiers of the Iron Wall Camp almost knocked out the weapons of the soldiers of the Song Army. They were already hunched over and holding the spears.

The soldiers of the Fire Gun Battalion looked up at their copper-walled and iron-tower-like opponent, feeling oppressed and fearful from the bottom of their hearts. At this time, Dutou's command was issued.

"ignition--"

The deputy commanders who had already changed the muskets lit the fuses one after another and rushed to the front line. The soldiers of the Liao Army, who were temporarily blocked by the bush of guns, were almost in front of the muskets. The soldiers of the Iron Wall Battalion had strong and tall bodies and a disregard for life and death.

His attitude made some of the deputy commanders of the Fire Gun Battalion tremble in their hands holding the fire sticks. However, the ignition action that had been repeated hundreds of times was still completed.

Everyone once again hated the length of the gunpowder fuse. The Liao army was not inexperienced in attacking the crossbow array. They knew that this moment was the moment when bravery paid for their lives. The distant front line of spear defense was about to collapse. The soldiers of the Iron Wall Battalion even tried to escape.

Pulled by the iron chain, he jumped into the thicket of spears, but the Song army's spears could not penetrate his entire tough armor, and he was forced to retreat steadily.

At this moment, the firecracker sounded.

The sounds of "bang -" and "bang -" were as beautiful as fairy music to the ears of the soldiers in front of the Fire Gun Camp.

At this distance, the fire blunderbuss is almost the same as being fired at the enemy's forehead. It can penetrate even the strongest iron helmet. Those iron-walled soldiers who are stuck in the bushes of spears are tall and unable to move well.

Pawns are almost the best targets. Even people with no aiming training can hit them effortlessly.

Not just a hit, the huge impact of the heavy gun fired with double shots hit the body of the Liao army in the front line without any reservation at this distance. Almost all those who were hit would involuntarily shake their heads.

He leaned back, and blood spurted out. If there was no protection from the helmet and mask, the face would be a big hole with bloody flesh. Even those with iron helmets and entire breastplates were pierced, and few people died on the spot.

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"Fifth row—front line—"

Thick smoke rose from the battlefield. The fifth row of soldiers followed Dutou's command and quickly ran to the front. After handing the musket in their hands to the deputy commander, they mounted their spears and stabbed them with their forward momentum.

The enemy corpses and bodies stuck in the front line were pushed out with all their strength.

The firecrackers were fired, and those Liao troops who rushed to the front, the most brave and skillful in fighting, were finished. The soldiers in the front line were relieved a little, and the deputy commanders realized the hugeness of the weapons in their hands.

After the power, the posture and expression of blowing fire folds became a bit more comfortable and even chic.

"Turn on - fire -"

Just before the Liao troops in the front line had time to replenish themselves, the firecrackers rang out again, with a bang-bang-bang sound, and another Liao army fell in a pool of blood. "Sixth Platoon—Front Line—" Fireguns

The battalion's not-so-wide front formation is now densely distributed with these 1,800 spears. Even the most fearless Liao soldiers, risking their lives to rush forward, can't break through at once. And in this dense formation,

Behind the forest of guns, a row of black holes with muskets had already established an invincible impression on the Liao army in front.

"Run!" The morale of the Liao army in front finally collapsed.

Unable to move forward because two of his comrades were dead, Xu Ding, who stayed in the formation, saw the Liao soldiers retreating like a tide, leaving a pile of corpses behind. At this time, it was usually the crossbowmen who shot the retreating enemy troops.

It was the best time, but the front line of the Song army was eerily silent. Only the arrows and feathers shot from the Chinese army's formation were still shooting down from mid-air.

The thicker and thicker smoke blocked Zhao Xingde's sight, but he and all the soldiers of the Fire Gun Battalion still felt that the enemy army had retreated. The deputy commanders of the Fire Gun Battalion had blood rushing to their foreheads, and they all wanted to general the troops.

There was a strong urge to hit all the guns in vain. Zhao Xingde was in a chaotic and noisy environment, but his mind fell into a strange ethereal and quiet feeling, as if he was not a part of the battlefield where thousands of troops were competing, as if he was standing alone in a field.

On the empty battlefield, he was observing everything around him with a pair of calm spiritual eyes. The feeling of being incompatible with the environment made Zhao Xingde feel very uncomfortable and uncomfortable. "Impulsive? Excited? Nervous? Hot-blooded?" He even

For a moment, I secretly thought, "Why can't I feel these things I have heard about? I can't devote myself to the battle between the two armies. Is there something wrong with me? We are fighting now! Fighting! You have to concentrate

Energy! Concentrate!”

"Take over the formation." He issued the military order in time, stopping the bosses from continuing to issue "fire" instructions.

"Receive-formation-"

Following the command of the battalion and the protracted military orders from the captains, the soldiers in the front line relaxed and arranged the tight formation more neatly. The deputy commander behind him promptly moved the fire breakers away from the lead wire. Everyone was aware of this.

Now that the enemy has retreated, should we continue to fire at the enemy's back, or... A young general like Su Wenyu not only has a secret expectation in his heart.

"Advance fifteen steps." The military order was subsequently issued. Zhao Xingde hoped to get close to the enemy and fire the last four volleys to ensure the damage of the fire cannons and at the same time shorten the distance for the entire army to charge into the formation.

"Go forward—fifteen steps—" "Go forward—fifteen steps—"

After hearing the military order clearly, the commander in front led the soldiers waiting for the enemy to stand up. The dense forest of spears seemed to have grown half a foot taller, and then slowly advanced under the guidance of the battalion commander and the head of the army. From Zhao Xingde's position

Looking to the left, some of the tips of the spear thorns reflected the white light of the sharp blade, and some were stained with blood. They were arranged in several rows that kept jumping up and down. Fifteen steps forward, wherever they passed, there was no time to crawl back to the formation.

The soldiers were all nailed to death in the mud with iron spears.

Fifteen steps later, the jungle of spears took root again, and Zhao Xingde was able to see clearly the situation on the other side. The Liao army began to bend their bows and set arrows, and fired arrows in the direction of the Fire Gun Camp to prevent them from approaching, although the soldiers in the front formation were shaking.

The spear can play a certain role in blocking arrows, but at this short distance, whether it is a flat shot or a thrown dense arrow, the penetrating power cannot be underestimated, causing the soldiers of the Fire Gun Battalion to fall down after being hit by arrows.

An arrow almost flew past Zhao Xingde's iron helmet. He was a little surprised that he didn't pay much attention, but calmly ordered: "Light the fire."

"ignition--"

Impatient, Deputy Chief Nagato quickly ignited the gunpowder fuse. With the sound of popping and popping, many of the Liao troops in the front line fell down, especially the tall soldiers of the Tiebei camp who were unable to move easily.

The battalion opened fire at a distance of less than thirty steps. The Liao generals in the front line hesitated, not knowing whether to rush forward and fight, or to continue firing arrows.

Before receiving further orders from the commander, the battalion commander smoothly issued the order "Seventh Platoon—Front Formation—" and another 300 long gunners with empty muskets were added to the front formation. The Liao Army's level of arrows

Rain, for the infantry of the Song Army who were well protected by infantry armor, was still able to withstand this short period of time.

"Light - fire -" The dense muskets once again hit the crowd of Liao soldiers in the narrow front, and many people fell down holding the bloody muskets in front of them.

"Eighth row - front line -" Three hundred spearmen squeezed into the dense formation of the front line again, and they could hardly get in.

"Light - fire -" After the sound of fire cannons, "Ninth row - front formation -" the soldiers holding spears in front were almost packed into an airtight place. If Zhao Xingde didn't stop at this time,

When a military order is issued to charge into battle, I am afraid that someone will be pushed forward and fall down.

At this time, the Liao army in the front line finally could not withstand the pressure of firing arrows and firecrackers face to face. Facing the dense Song army's spearmen, they began to retreat sparsely. The elite soldiers of the Tiebei Battalion, who were weighed down by casualties, could not retreat quickly because they were unable to retreat quickly.

, those who fell behind and were still standing were the targets of intensive fire from cannons.

"Come out!" Zhao Xingde shouted. Su Wenyu was stunned, because since this battle, the general himself had never given an order so loudly. In a flash, he understood and shouted loudly with other flag officers:

"Come out!" "Come out!"

"Get out of the formation-"

The battalion commander and the military orders of the captains seemed to have opened the floodgates to hold back the flood. The long gunners of the Song Army who had already crowded in the front line were attacked by the Liao Army's arrows or pushed by the soldiers in the rear.

, like rolling rocks on a high mountain, like a flying waterfall, rushing forward indomitably.

Zhao Xingde was deeply impressed by the huge impact of thousands of soldiers rushing forward, "The speed of the water is as strong as the drifting rocks; the speed of the birds of prey is the integrity of the people who destroy it. Therefore, those who are good at fighting are the most powerful."

The potential is dangerous, and its joints are short. The momentum is like a crossbow, and its joints are like a machine." "The nature of wood and stone is that it is quiet when it is safe, moves when it is dangerous, it stops when it is square, and it moves when it is round. Therefore, a person who is good at fighting people's power is like turning a round stone around.

A mountain of thousands of feet has power." This sentence from the military book suddenly came to mind, and I understood a lot in an instant.
Chapter completed!