"Fight, this is your moment of glory!"

In the camp of the Northern Expeditionary Army, Yang Feng stood on a wooden platform and roared excitedly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In his hand is a giant bow that is nearly two meters high, at this time his ammunition has been consumed, in addition to less than a hundred bullets for Han Ying to play, there are only a few small bombs left, that is, the kind that he blew up the city gate, and the rest of the machine gun or RPG have all become decorations, but fortunately, he can also play his elf prince, this giant custom recurve bow with a pull force of at least half a ton does not need to prepare ammunition from modern times.

Bundles of spear-like arrows lay at his feet.

"Kill!"

Behind the breastwork below, with the sound of rumbling drums, all the Red Turban soldiers let out a fanatical roar at the same time.

A mile away from them, a group of Jin troops wearing heavy armor, holding heavy large shields, armed with battle axes and even hammers, are moving forward, behind these heavy infantry, there are groups of archers with infantry bows, and behind the archers are cavalry waiting in formation, the heavy infantry will clear the antlers under the cover of the archers, open enough gaps in the breastwork of the Red Turban Army, and then the cavalry will be responsible for the follow-up charge, this is the standard tactic of attacking the camp, but it is clear that these Jin troops in Liaodong do not know that this will no longer work.

Because there is barbed wire outside the breastwork.

And inside the breastwork is a cannon.

"Kill, wash away the shame of Jingkang with the blood of the Jurchens, kill, use the heads of the Jurchens to pay tribute to the millions of dead fathers and elders, kill, use the dead bodies of the Jurchens to pile up the monument of the majesty of China, kill, go to the homeland for thousands of miles, behind you is the sea, above your heads is the blue sky, there are all enemies in front of you, only kill, keep killing, killing, killing your myth."

Yang Feng roared.

At the same time, the bowstring in his hand was released.

In the rebound of carbon fiber and memory alloy, a sharp arrow thicker than a thumb, with a striking red tail feather, suddenly flew out, instantly flew over a distance of three hundred meters, accurately penetrated a Jin Army officer, pushed his body to take a step back, and pierced the body of the second Jin Army in his scream.

The roars of the Red Turban soldiers intensified.

"Fire!"

The next moment, Wei Sheng's roar sounded.

At the reserved firing port of the breastwork, a hundred blazing flames erupted with a thunderous cannon, and a hundred solid bullets slammed into the Jin army with a piercing roar, and the shield that could block the bow and crossbow arrows of the divine arm was instantly shattered under the impact of the cannonball, and the cannonballs that barely had any blocking were like smashing porcelain, with countless splashes of flesh and blood in the Jin army, and a cannonball even ran through the entire heavy infantry formation of the Jin army, and on both sides of the path where the cannonballs flew, Blood, flesh and broken corpses paved the blood-red passages.

The heavy infantry of the Jin army began to hesitate.

In the cavalry formation behind them, Wanyan Zongyi waved his hand forward.

The cavalry in the formation began to move forward.

Those heavy infantry had to move on.

At this time, the giant arrow in Yang Feng's hand was still shooting the Jin Army officer, standing on the high platform with his back to the eight-sided war drum, he was wearing a golden plate armor, hunting with a scarlet cloak behind his back, and holding a giant bow like a god, nailing a Jin Army officer on the way forward.

The sun shone on his golden armor, dazzling.

Only half a minute later, when the heavy infantry of the Jin Army was still two hundred and fifty meters away from the breastwork, they immediately shouted and began to run wildly, a Jurchen warrior who was burdened with dozens of pounds of armor and weapons, suppressed the fear in his heart and desperately stepped up, and at the same time kept roaring for himself, trying his best to close the distance between him and the target, but at this time, all the cannons that had completed loading once again let out a roar, still solid bullets, relying on terrifying kinetic energy, The ten-pound iron ball flying close to the speed of sound raged in the Jin army like a nightmare, and blood and flesh splashed everywhere it passed.

But the Jin heavy infantry was still advancing.

Soon the distance entered one hundred and fifty meters.

A hundred cannons spewed out a third round of flames.

But this time it's a shotshot.

4,800 projectiles almost larger than lychees, like a raging storm, instantly hit the middle of the Jin army, penetrating the shield and also penetrating the bodies of the Jin soldiers, the soldiers of the Jin army lined up in a dense offensive formation, just like the wheat field about to be harvested suddenly encountered a strong wind, immediately collapsed, dense corpses piled up into a terrifying corpse wall in the blink of an eye, and layers of dead corpses flowing blood across the battlefield.

The remnants of the Jin infantry finally couldn't bear the fear in their hearts.

They turned around and tried to escape from this terrible hell, but the cavalry in their rear could not understand their fear, the direct shells did not fall among the cavalry, and the hatred aroused by Yan Zongyi's orders and the Red Turban Army made these cavalrymen still faithfully perform their duties, constantly driving the infantry forward towards the antlers.

Pity those Jin army infantrymen, they had to step on the corpses of their comrades and wail and continue to move forward.

Then came the fourth round of shelling, the fifth round of shelling, when the 10,000 heavy infantry of the Jin army finally reached the antler formation, more than 3,000 people had fallen on the way to attack, but their nightmare had just begun, because they suddenly found that the antlers in front of them could not be moved away, they were not only half-buried in the ground, but also connected with vicious iron wires with spikes in the middle, unless the wire was cut, they had to drag a piece of it, those Jin infantry who were terrified in the center of the artillery bombardment, They had to stop and look at the breastwork in horror while doing their best to deal with the, and at this time they were less than fifty meters away from the breastwork of the Red Turbans.

There were a hundred cannons there that were being reloaded.

But it's not just artillery there.

"Put!"

Wei Sheng shouted triumphantly.

Three thousand Divine Arm archers pulled the trigger at the same time.

In the sound of the bowstring, three thousand crossbow arrows with armor-piercing arrows swept by like a shadow, and crashed densely into the Jin soldiers.

Amid the dense screams, countless Jin soldiers fell to the barbed wire.

And the next moment to complete the loading of the hundred cannons also roared again, 4,800 projectiles swept across the Jin army, and then followed by a salvo of 3,000 divine arm archers, the cannon scattered bullets and the crossbow arrows of the divine arm bow alternated in turn, constantly creating killings in the Jin army, and the amount of firepower projection dominated the battlefield, and those Jin army infantry blocked by antlers and barbed wire fences fell into the flowing blood one by one under the violent attack of two rounds in half a minute.

Until now, they had not killed a single Red Turban soldier.

Although the archers in their rear were also throwing, the arrows fired in this way could not penetrate the heavy armor of the Red Turbans.

Three minutes later, the Jin infantry collapsed.

Ignoring the angry scolding of the cavalry behind, they screamed like madness and ran backwards, rushing down the archers who were covering, trampling them under their feet, and even rushing towards the cavalry in a panic, Wanyan Zongyi, who commanded the cavalry, angrily waved his sword and slashed those deserters with his own hands, and the cavalry under his subordinates also raised their spears and drove forward, trying to re-stabilize the formation, but everything was in vain, more than half of the casualty rate completely destroyed the courage of the infantry, and those frightened Jin army infantry now only had the word escape in their minds, Wanyan Zongyi and the cavalry were exhausted and worked hard, but they could only watch the entire formation collapse like this.

At the same time, in the camp of the Red Turban Army, six small cannons with strange shapes raised their heads.

Mortars.

Twenty pounds of mortars.

The artillerymen carefully loaded the spherical shells into the barrels, followed by the final aiming, and with the order of an officer next to them, all the gunners immediately put the arquebuses into the ignition holes, and with the sound of toms, six spherical shells went straight into the sky, but unlike the shells of the field guns, behind these shells there was a faint spark and gunsmoke......

This is a flowering bomb.

Pig iron cast hollow balls, Dai Zi can be made in the Kang Mazi era, Yang Feng can of course also be made in this era, six spherical flowering bombs dragged the fireworks of gunpowder burning in the woodpipe fuse, like six fireworks straight into the sky, after reaching the apex of the trajectory, it fell suddenly, and before Yan Zongyi and his subordinates could react, they smashed in the middle of the cavalry with a whistling sound, and the next moment six flames exploded, and the impact of the explosion and the splashing shrapnel instantly harvested the lives of the surrounding Jin army cavalry.

It's not terrible.

After all, twenty pounds of round balls can't hold much black powder.

Six shells can kill more than a dozen people is very good, but the terrible thing is the loud noise like thunder, the first time to encounter this terrible loud noise at close range, especially the Jin army war horses with the smell of gunsmoke, immediately became restless, and some even began to scream and run wildly regardless of the master's control.

Then the second round of shells fell.

Then the third round of shells fell.

……

The shells that exploded next to him every half a minute finally made the most feared thing happen to the cavalry.

Their horses were shocked.

From a certain position, hundreds of war horses, frightened by the huge explosion of the flowering bomb, galloped wildly in chaos uncontrolled by their owners, and in their impact and continuous explosions, the chaotic range spread rapidly, and then more and more Jin army war horses joined the frightened ranks. They screamed, and ran, and slammed, and even knocked down their companions, and threw off their masters on their backs, and trampled them all under their hooves, especially the unfortunate infantry and archers, who were already in a rout, and were trampled by the scattered horses, and countless soldiers fell in despair under the hooves of their companions.

In this way, a partial rout turned into a rout on the whole front.

"Cavalry battalion, attack with this king!"

Looking at this spectacular scene, Yang Feng jumped down without hesitation, and then grabbed the giant axe under the stage and shouted.

With that, he rushed to the camp gate with his tomahawk in hand.

"Kill, kill the golden dog!"

Behind him, the commander of the first brigade and one battalion of the cavalry, Yue Feng, a Khitan, shouted.

The Khitan royal family Yelu Hou clan Xiao, but the low-level clansmen have no surname, the Han surname is actually Han, of course, they are no different from the Khitan, and the vast majority of Khitan people who joined Yang Feng's subordinates do not have surnames, because Yang Feng must have a Han surname, and most of these people are simply surnamed Yue.

With Yue Feng's roar, the thousand cavalry who had long been assembled and ready immediately urged their war horses to rush towards the camp gate.

With Yang Feng as the vanguard, this cavalry pierced into the chaotic Jin army like a sharp arrow, and then Yang Feng's favorite triangular formation quickly formed, wielding a thousand catties of giant axe, like a humanoid meat grinder, in the Jin army with the flesh and stumps and stumps that were splashed around the front of the golden army, and the place behind him was a dead blood red, and the thousand cavalry behind him roared frantically to urge the war horse, expanding the range of this blood red, like a road steamroller crushing the chaotic Jin army.

And in the camp, Wei Sheng also gave the order to attack.

At this time, there is no suspense on the battlefield, and the rest is naturally a blast.

The sword team led by him immediately rushed out with a shout, constantly slashing and killing the surviving Jin army soldiers, following their king and cavalry battalion to crush forward, and then behind was the divine arm archer with a shield and a war hammer in the other, and the three thousand divine arm archers followed closely by the sword team, and the five thousand elites and a monster on the battlefield connected before and after went straight through the Jin army, and Yang Feng, who was in the front to kill blood-red, picked up a thousand catties of giant axes, and directly rushed across the moat and smashed open the city gate.

At the same time as he rushed in, a group of cavalry defending the city immediately stepped forward.

The leading officer was about to fight, but he was suddenly stunned.

"Big brother, kill the Jurchens, the king and the savior of our Khitan!"

Yue Feng, who followed Yang Feng into the city, shouted.

"Kill the Jurchens and avenge our relatives!"

The officer was stunned for a moment, then pointed his sword at the city and shouted.

Then his subordinate soldiers were also stunned, looking at Yang Feng, who was covered in blood and holding a giant axe like a god, just like their commander, and then turned around and shouted and killed into the city.

"King, this is the cousin of the minister, Liaoyang is the old Liao Tokyo City, there are more Khitans than Jurchens in Gaicheng Prefecture, even though there are a lot of Han people, there are even Han people in the old Liao Tianqing period, Liaoyang Li Zhang is a local wealthy family, and at this time in the Liaohe area, there are still some Khitan who swear not to eat gold millet to live as nomads."

Yue Feng cautiously explained.

"This king needs a Liaoxi envoy, can you ask if this brother of your clan is interested?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

Obviously, he already has the candidate to ignite the flames of the war in the Jin Kingdom.

"King Xie cultivates!"

Yue Feng said excitedly.

"As long as you are loyal to this king, this king doesn't care that you are Khitans, then Li Guangbi is still a Khitan, isn't it the same Tang Dynasty pillar, this king doesn't like the Jurchens, but he treats the Khitans equally, since you have changed your surname to Yue, then this king will give your brother the surname Yue, you are Yue Feng, he will be called Yue Jun, but you won't still worry about restoring the Liao Kingdom, then the king will not agree."

Yang Feng said.

"King Mingjian, with the sage of the king, even if the Liao country is not dead, the ministers will be destroyed for the king, then the Liao country is the Liao country of the Yelu family and the Xiao family, what does it have to do with our people? What the king has waited for me is the wealth of generations. ”

Yue Feng said with a smile.

(Discharged, back to normal tomorrow)