"Forward—" "Forward!" ”

More than 1,000 tooth soldiers followed the guidance of Zhao Xingde's army banner, passed through the gap of their own army formation, and quickly advanced towards the besieged left army on the hill. Behind them, more than 40 military formations of Luo Xian's commander exceeded the safe distance outside the 'firing' range of the Liao army's artillery, and slowly pressed up the hill where the Liao army was stationed. Deng Yuanjue led the rear army to defend the fort, and Tong Yunjie commanded the artillery battalion to turn the muzzle, except for a small part of the artillery that still interfered with the Liao artillery on the hill, most of the shells began to bombard the Khitan cavalry on the open slopes on both sides of the hill.

Xiao Mahuai laughed and said, "This is just the beginning, and Nanban can't hold his breath anymore. As soon as he raised his horsewhip, he slowly pressed up the Song army formation at the bottom of the mountain, and the foot soldiers of the third battalion with white 'color' wrapped 'legs' looked very inconspicuous in front of the Song army's large array.

"Lord Beiyuan is really clever," Wanyan Zongbi wasted no time in sneering, "It seems that this is the burial place of Nanban." Brother Yelu Tie glanced at him, smiled faintly, and did not speak. Its Khitan generals looked with a contemptuous smile in their eyes. Wanyan Zongbi suppressed the sense of humiliation in his heart, and pointed at the front of the Song army, which was struggling to hold out in the artillery fire and Khitan cavalry siege on the slope of the mountain, and continued, "Just wait for the results of these who will be sent to death first, and those who will be sent to death after picking up their heels." ”

Suddenly, his eyes froze, in front of the slowly advancing Song army, the more than 1,000 Song troops with white wrapped 'legs' were like sand, and quickly passed through the periphery of the Khitan cavalry, and the mine-throwers kept throwing grenades in front, and the huge explosion and shrenel made the Khitan cavalry dodge to both sides and get out of the way. The musketeers and axemen maintained a tight formation even on the march, quickly passing through the battlefield passages opened by the mine-throwers.

"Damn it!"

Centurion Yelu Xi Ne's horse swept past the Song soldiers who were wearing white 'legs', no matter how 'pressing' to intimidate, the Song soldiers did not have the slightest panic 'chaos' mood, although the cavalry was half a body taller than the foot soldiers, but Yelu Xi Nee felt that the other party's gaze was condescending, even cold. The cavalry scattered on the lower edge of the hillside could not stop the advance of the more than 1,000 Song troops like an awl, and could only whistle loudly, hoping to attract the attention of more cavalry. However, on the smoky battlefield, the Khitan cavalry was busy besieging and cutting off the Song army's front line, while the Liao generals in the distance were paying attention to the movements of the Song army's large array.

"The handsome's white 'leg' soldier-"

"The white-legged soldiers are coming up!"

In the 17th Battalion of the Left Army, surrounded by cavalry, there was a cry of surprise: "The marshal has come to save us personally!" "Brothers, it's the handsome man who is here!" The white-wrapped 'legged' tooth barracks passed by in the blue and black smoke, and an officer with a black face covered in black smoke waved loudly at the ecstatic 17th battalion soldiers: "Forward!" - ""Forward! ”

"Forward-" Chen Shiji recognized Liu Wengu and shouted happily: "Follow the handsome, forward!" ”

He was known for his faith in the 17th battalion, and when the soldiers heard what the envoy said, they believed that the commander had come to save him, and their morale was greatly boosted. The musketeers, who were on the verge of desperation just now and almost subconsciously resisted the cavalry, regained their fighting spirit, and the centurions and ten-captains took the opportunity to reorganize their ranks, waved their military flags in the smoke of gunpowder, and shouted: "Forward, forward!" ”

The centurion and escort of the tooth battalion shouted at the new musketeers, "Spear and stab!" Shoot and stab! "Attack!" "Attack!" The musketeers took up their spears and followed behind the tooth barracks. At this time, the artillery bombardment from the top of the hill was weaker, and this large group of foot soldiers gathered in formation, and the Khitan cavalry was eager to break through, so they could only rush around and intimidate. The number of firecrackers who followed the attack of Shuaiqi was like a snowball, and under the guidance of the tooth barracks, they resolutely 'advanced' to the top of the hill, while the soldiers on the periphery used firearms, heavy axes, and wolf tooth 'sticks' to fight with the Khitan cavalry that pounced like wolves. There were constantly cavalry falling around the Song army's infantry formation, and there were also Song soldiers falling on the way forward.

"Fight with them!" Zhang Jiurong waved a fire gun in both hands and bared his teeth at the galloping cavalry.

His forehead was wrapped in a strip of cloth, and blood kept pouring out, and the blood was 'mixed' with smoke and dust hanging on his face, making this weak face of the past look particularly hideous and terrifying. A stray arrow of the "bell" happened to hit the edge of Zhang Jiurong's iron helmet, and the heavy momentum made his brain dizzy. He gasped for air, trying to squeeze the last of his strength out of his already exhausted body, "Fight! He no longer had the strength to go up the hill again, and through his eyes that were 'fascinated' by blood, Zhang Jiurong stared at the approaching Liao cavalry, and everything on the battlefield seemed to slow down and calm down...... The firecrackers of the brigade kept passing by, and the Khitan cavalry was getting closer and closer, Zhang Jiurong desperately 'pushed' the firecracker gun upwards and stabbed it into the broad front 'chest' of the war horse. At the same time, he also surpassed the firecrackers shoulder to shoulder, and the rampaging Khitan cavalry was like a wolf discovering a goat that had broken away, brandishing a scimitar, with a sinister smile on his face.

"Master Zhang!" Someone jerked from behind.

Zhang Jiurong was unsteady on his feet, and staggered back a step. After an instant, the bright sword light crossed in front of him, Zhang Jiurong seemed to wake up suddenly, his body was cold, and he subconsciously held the fire gun with both hands to make a squatting and defensive posture. "First platoon-" battalion commander Zou Hao ordered loudly, "Piercing!" More than a dozen muskets stretched out together. The Khitan cavalry stared at Zhang Jiurong who was out of battle at first, and he couldn't dodge when he was caught off guard, and several sharp spears stabbed the mount from different directions, and the war horse screamed, and his hooves were raised, and he hit the two barrels in front of him. At that moment, the second row of firecrackers strode up and filled the gap between the front-row firecrackers.

"Second row—" Zou Hao ordered loudly again, "Thrust!" "There were a few lightning and stone fires, the front row of firecrackers 'drawn' out of the spears, and more than a dozen firecrackers in the back row stabbed out, Zhang Jiurong also stabbed out the spears with the second row of soldiers, the raised horses' hooves had not yet been put down, and the weak belly of the war horse was stabbed several times, and suddenly the blood flowed like an infusion, and the Khitan cavalry on horseback struggled desperately to get up. Several of the bold firecrackers looked at him with some regret. Zhao Xingde used the military to rule the army. Bound by strict military orders, even if it is such a ready-made cheap, no one can leave the military formation to pick it up. The Khitan cavalry struggled for a while, cut the leather cord with a short knife, and staggered away with no one in the face.

"It's dangerous!" Zhang Jiurong was shocked, only to feel cold sweat trickling down his back. Extremely nervous, afraid and happy to have escaped death, the fatigue as heavy as a mountain just now, Zhang Jiurong looked at the center of the military array, the figure of the marshal was faintly visible, surrounded by the white 'legged' tooth soldiers, firmly and calmly 'advanced' towards the top of the hill. "As long as the Liao iron barrel artillery position is captured," Zhang Jiurong's mind suddenly became empty, "the cavalry is not to be afraid." If you play chess, you can only fight for this breath now. Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder, and Zhang Jiurong looked back, "Master Zhang, it's very kind!" Zou Hao shouted at himself.

"Where, where." Zhang Jiurong plucked up his strength and said, "Commander Zou, let's keep up with the big handsome!" ”

"Good!" Zou Hao nodded, and yelled at the soldiers, "Forward-" "Forward!" "One of the two of them is the commander, the other is the protector, and after a few battles, the original knot is gone. On the battlefield, as long as you can survive, you are stronger than anything else.

The phalanx of the battalions of the left army was already close, and as Zhao Xingde led the Ya battalion to join the battlefield, the situation was reversed almost in a moment, the Song army formed a large formation, regardless of the artillery fire on the mountain, and the five thousand Khitan cavalry could not break the Song army's queue in a short time, and they were even more powerless to prevent the Song army from approaching the iron barrel artillery position on the hill step by step. The Song army soon fought with the guard iron bucket cannon Xi military camp, and the mine-throwers in front had already killed the red eyes, and after throwing the grenade, each holding a blade was the first to kill into the Xi army's array. And as Zhao Xingde took over the command, from Lu Mingyu, the commander of the left army, to the battalion commander and the army guard, they all woke up to the situation of their own army fighting against the water. If you can't capture the Liao army's iron barrel artillery array, you will inevitably be blasted by the Liao artillery, and then slaughtered by the Khitan cavalry. After seizing the iron barrel artillery position, it was possible to fortify it on the spot and expel the Liao army from this battlefield with artillery and firearms. Victory or death, two outcomes, two destinies, diametrically opposed.

At the bottom of the hillside, the twenty-one battalions of the right army formed a wide phalanx, and the twenty-one battalions of the Chinese army served as the rear formation, and more than 20,000 musketeers were slowly pressing up. The military flag fluttered on the left side of each battalion's phalanx, and the soldiers with black 'color' and 'legs' were armed with muskets, and the formation was extremely tight. Under the pressure of the huge infantry formation, a small number of Khitan cavalry could only 'riot' and release arrows from a distance, and they were unable to disperse, and even approached the large array of the Song army. On the one hand, Luo Xianshi, the commander of the left army, ordered the fire gun battalion in front to come with a round of 'fire' from time to time to drive away the Khitan cavalry in front and left and right, and at the same time warned the commanders of each battalion to keep the formation neat and ready to resist the rampage of the Liao cavalry at any time. This is the experience gained from countless bloody battles since the Northern Expedition. As long as the formation of the firecrackers is not 'chaotic', the firecrackers are stabbed at a close distance, and the firecrackers and bows and arrows are used to 'shoot' at a distance, it is difficult for the Khitan cavalry to bargain.

On the battlefield filled with smoke, shells and arrows flew sideways, and the infantry cavalry was 'intertwined', Zhao Xingde personally led the tooth soldiers to charge into battle, and the Song army suddenly broke out with the momentum of a decisive battle, and the tide of battle reversed again, all in a very short time. When the Liao generals who supervised the battle on the top of the mountain found out, the Xi military camp had been beaten back by the Song army.

"Brother Tie, please send cavalry to charge again!"

Xiao Mahuai, the commander of the Xi army, asked for help again, although he had not yet gone into battle in person, he held a scimitar in one hand, and his eyes stared at Yelu Tiege, as if he was going to eat him. The 'Nü' Zhen camp was defeated by the Song army, and the Xi army was also fighting hard, but Yelu Tiege only sent 5,000 Khitan cavalry to storm the Song army, and more than 20,000 cavalry stood still behind the hills.

Yelu Tiege did not give an order, and observed the progress of the battle with a calm face. The Song army had already rushed to within a hundred steps of the top of the mountain, and he was now in danger. Fortunately, the Song gunners were all stabbed when they charged into battle, and rarely 'shot' guns. "It's still the foot soldiers of the Song people." Yelu Tiege sighed in his heart, "The terrain on this mountain is also beneficial to them. ”

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