Recommended Reading: No matter what he thought, the tragic fighting on the battlefield continued, the casualties of the Song army continued to increase, the banks of Qinshui were full of corpses, and the river was already flowing with blood.

Both sides fought and broke down nervously, many officials could not bear the bloody scene, and completely collapsed, some fell to the ground and cried with their heads in their hands, some left their soldiers and their eyes were dull, and the nerves of the attackers were numb, and groups of people rushed forward, and groups of people retreated.

The defensive ones are also numb to their nerves, and they just mechanically open the crossbow, put on the arrow, and percussion, and then open the crossbow, then put on the arrow, and then percussion, completely omitting the link of aiming, and in fact, there is no need to aim, there are too many people on the other side.

For those who dared to retreat, Li Qiong did not hesitate to kill, he personally supervised the battle,

Killing dozens of generals and soldiers in a row, blocking the momentum of some people's retreat, these are all peasant pawns, they have long been frightened, and they dare not run away again.

"There is still a way to survive after killing the river, dare not die the former." Li Qiong yelled fiercely, he had no way out, he had to move forward.

Under the coercion of the sharp blade, the Jin army's foot soldiers were dead left and right, so they could only turn around and rush up again.

The bolts did not weaken in the slightest, and one fell and one came up, as if they were shooting not a man, but a piece of wood that was unconscious.

This is not a tragic scene, the strong bows and crossbows of the Han people are shot on the bodies of the Han people, but the masters of the service are different, they sacrifice their lives to fight each other, just for that little bit of food, life has no value.

However, after all, the Jin army was outnumbered, and under their succession, the balance of the battlefield gradually tilted towards the Jin army, and I don't know how many lives were paid, the bed crossbow of the Jin army finally pulled up, and under the cover of the big names, they began to counterattack the Song army on the opposite bank, and the casualties of the Song army's crossbowmen began to soar.

The battle continued in a desperate manner, perhaps not enough to express the tragic situation on the battlefield, and the corpses of the Jin army's foot soldiers were layered on top of each other, so that the follow-up troops had to pass carefully so as not to trip over the mutilated corpses.

Anyone who was able to pass through the death zone had their feet covered in black and red blood, and the overlapping blood-colored shoe prints on the ground were terrifying.

As time went by, it was already noon, and some of the Jin soldiers swam across the Qinshui and rushed to the east bank to fight to the death with the Song army, although the number was small, but it caused unnecessary trouble to the Song army, and had to divide the troops to exterminate the Jin army.

Dozens of foot soldiers of the Jin Army, dressed in double armor and holding stainless steel side brand broadswords, boarded the pontoon bridge again in a tight formation, slowly advancing like an iron wall, even if the divine arm bow was helpless.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fang Zhen hurriedly manipulated the cooked copper stick, beckoned more than a dozen armored officials, and followed him to the pontoon bridge to intercept him.

Because the Song army fought a defensive war, many officials took off their iron armor, and only some pikemen wore armor. Otherwise, wearing dozens of pounds of iron armor, shooting bows and arrows or transporting materials, it is estimated that Jin Jun will be exhausted before he retreats, and those in film and television dramas cannot be trusted.

Fang Zhen waved the cooked copper stick and shouted step by step, the heavy infantry of the Song army was also armed with axes and hammers and spears, and rushed forward without hesitation, the two sides were in the middle of the pontoon bridge, and launched a fair and fierce fight.

Fang Zhen was extremely fierce, everywhere he went, all the heavy infantry of the Jin Army who looked at him were under the pressure of the cooked copper stick, all of them were smashed and broken, and they were frightened and kept retreating.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a general immediately swung his knife and slashed at Fang Zhen, this person was wearing heavy armor and an iron bag with horns on his head, and he was a member of the Jurchen clan.

Fang Zhen did not back down, he bullied himself and smashed it with a stick, just in the limited space, who has strong armor defense, who has great strength, and whose soldiers are the most advantageous, determines the success or failure.

Knife to stick, obviously unfair, to see the cooked copper stick fall, the knife stick rubbed out of the spark, making a rubbing sound, but saw that the stick trend did not decrease, smashed heavily on the horn iron pocket, suddenly like a smashed watermelon, red and white burst out, half of the head was broken, and the corpse fell to the ground.

The tragic death of the general colonel frustrated the morale of the heavy infantry of the Jin army, which was not broken, everyone's faces changed color, and they retreated to the west bank one after another.

Fang Zhen laughed loudly, stepping forward step by step with heavy steps, flesh and blood flying everywhere he went, not caring about the arrows on his body at all. He wore two layers of linen clothes, one layer of thick cotton clothes, and cold forging armor on the outside, unless it was a strong crossbow within twenty paces of a close and flat shot, and the ordinary arrows would shock him and retch.

Sweeping all the way, more than ten heavy infantry of the Jin Army fell into the river and were drowned alive, but he was so happy to kill that he gradually reached the west bank.

A priest rushed to his side and shouted, "My lord, we can't go any further, we should return." ”

Fang Zhen is naturally also an understanding person, he was entrusted by Feng Yuan to assist Chen Ming, and jointly took charge of the 20th Brigade Town, Chen Ming controlled the whole army, he was responsible for the front to deal with the battle, and he had to act recklessly, which was likely to destroy the defense system along the river.

If the Jin army breaks through and takes Xizhai, causing the entire army's defense line to be shaken, then it will be impossible to escape the blame, and said categorically: "Go back, crossbowmen come up." ”

When they retreated step by step, the Jin army killed again, and more than ten crossbowmen blocked up with divine arm bows, and shot in turn in three sections, shooting more than 20 people of the Jin army's heavy infantry, so that they did not dare to approach too much.

"Alright, get down and block them."

Fang Zhen had just come back and ordered the crossbowmen to intercept the Jin army, but he saw a soldier coming over and said, "Lord Chen's military order, blow up the bridge." ”

"Okay, let them get down." Fang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ordered the officials to withdraw so as not to be accidentally injured by the iron shells.

Although the heavy infantry of the Jin Army was unimpeded and dozens of people were killed, they belonged to the kind of people who were unlucky. With two violent explosions, flesh and blood flew on the pontoon, the wreckage of the broken wooden planks flew into the sky, and the only direct attack channel was cut off, and these people who came over could only be slaughtered.

The corners of Li Qiong's mouth twitched, he expected that the Song army would definitely destroy the pontoon bridge, and he had already prepared a large number of ferries, but he was still frustrated and shocked.

Before the two armies had engaged in a white-knuckle battle, his troops had thousands of casualties, and if they continued to be consumed like this, they would not be able to hold out for a few days, and his men were almost exhausted.

He had to move the banner forward and give encouragement to the attacking troops of the Jin army, so that they could be

Regained the courage to face death, and rushed forward wave after wave.

There is not only one battle line, the two sides come and go, and when the fight is inseparable, the dust and smoke roll up in the distance in the south,

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