The sound of shouting and killing rolled back like a low tide again.

After days of fierce battles, there were mountains of corpses and a sea of blood under the walls of the Daimyo's Mansion, with broken limbs, broken flags and scattered trees, smoke and fire, just like hell on earth.

Even in the moat outside the city, there are corpses floating inside, including Jin soldiers and Song soldiers, with hideous faces and unbearable faces. Hundreds of corpses slowed down the flow of the moat.

Beneath the city walls, corpses were piled high on top of each other. Rolling stones, scattered ladders, swords, guns, shields, and blood were all on the ground, and the walls of the city wall were all covered with blood and remnants of minced meat, and even the city wall was stained with blood and a mess.

In the offensive and defensive battle at the head of the city, the Song and Jin sides were in close hands, and they all suffered heavy casualties. After several days of killing and corpses, the Jurchens showed no sign of withdrawing their troops.

Anyway, the people who died in the battle were the Song people and the Han people, and the losses of the Jurchen warriors were only a few dozen, or the generals who commanded the front line, so why did the Jurchen army withdraw?

The Song army at the head of the Daimyo's Mansion was exhausted and scarred at the moment. The big guy sat on the city wall, with his back against the battlement, and did not dare to lean out to avoid being injured by the golden man's stone thrower.

The bed crossbow at the head of the city has been scattered too much by the opponent's stone thrower, and it is useless. Even the earth-shattering thunder at the head of the city is not much left.

Fortunately, there were still a lot of arrows, so that the defense on the city wall was not so weak. The people who were requisitioned in the city were laboriously transporting the wood and stones removed from the houses to the city wall, completely disregarding their own safety.

In the early morning, the outside of the city was still foggy, and the rivers and mountains, the highlands and plains, and the mountains and villages gradually woke up, revealing their original appearance.

Suddenly, outside the Daimyo's Mansion, a rumbling explosion sounded. The Song army in the city was all awakened.

"Brothers, Fanzi is attacking the city again!"

The Song troops under the city wall ran up to the city one after another, took their places, and looked nervously outside the city.

The explosion of "Pengpeng" was non-stop, but no fan attacked the city wall. If you listen carefully, the sound of the fight seems to be far away in the north of the city.

"Did Fanzi attack the city?"

Guo Yong's eyes were bloodshot, and he hurriedly went up to the city wall and looked north.

"Guo Tixing, the voice seems to be coming from outside the North City, could it be that the reinforcements of our army have arrived?"

The guards on the city wall were confused, their eyes looked straight to the north, and all the defenders stood up.

On the surface of the Yongji Canal River, on more than ten warships, six or seven hundred Song army sailors, who were better than nothing, were looking at the east bank of the canal in amazement.

At the end of heaven and earth, countless black dots drilled out, and as the black dots moved, they became bigger and bigger, and the boundless, mountain-covered Song army came into view, and they came to the south, occupying the entire mountain field.

The Song army waved its flags, swords and guns were like a forest, the sword and shield hands protected the artillerymen, and then the pikemen, the archers followed closely, the cavalry protected the two wings, and the steel forest rolled in in unison, the footsteps stepped on the ground, banging, the lineup was neat, and the military appearance was unprecedented.

"It's Wang Xianggong's loyal army here!"

I don't know who shouted on the boat, which provoked the unanimous cheers of the Song army on the river.

In the Chinese army, seeing that Yue Fei had trained his soldiers so neatly, Wang Song also nodded secretly.

Although a whole set of training plans was made by Wang Song, it also had a great deal to do with the commanders, mainly the generals in the army, to achieve specific implementation.

"Xianggong, the Jurchens have tens of thousands of cavalry, and we only have a thousand, riding on foot, the battle on the plains, the villain is always uneasy."

Yue Fei was full of sorrow, but Wang Song smiled softly.

"Let Dong Xian and Niu Tong each lead an army, Zhang Sheng's cavalry will be at my disposal, and the Jurchen cavalry will be handed over to me. Brother Yue led the other brothers to deal with Han'er. ”

Yue Fei's face turned red, and he was about to speak, Wang Song said loudly: "Brother Yue, let's have a competition to see who killed more Jurchens today."

Wang Song took off the iron spear and was about to step forward, but Dong Xian, Niu Tong, and Zhang Sheng stepped forward together and stopped him.

"Xianggong, you are the commander of the first army, and you don't need to go into battle in person. The matter of fighting with Fanzi will be left to our brothers. ”

"Brothers, kill a general, and the official will have 500 taels of silver to offer. None of you have a family, even if it's a welcome gift!"

The three of them rejoiced together: "Thank you."

Dong Xian was even more pleased and said: "Xianggong, if you say it, the villain is waiting to take the silver from you!"

Seeing the endless Song army coming, the generals were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed.

Not to mention which of the two sides is stronger or weaker, the Jin soldiers waited for their work, and the Song soldiers were about to attack as soon as they came up, which was really bold, and they were too underestimated for the Jurchen Iron Cavalry.

In the sound of the horn, countless golden soldiers gathered into a formation and waited for the battle. From a distance, the golden soldiers are boundless, the war horses are like walls, and the spears are like forests, like a static torrent of ironclad armor.

"Wait a while, see how Wang Song dies!"

Wang Gui snorted coldly.

Since Wang Song came, the officers and men in the army seem to have changed. They closed their mouths to Wang Song, but Yue Fei's name was rarely mentioned.

Not to mention, the humiliation he inflicted on his brother in the camp that day.

"Riding on foot, against tens of thousands of Jurchen iron riders with a thousand rabble, isn't this the old birthday star hanging himself and destroying himself?"

Xu Qing's face was pale, and there was sweat on his forehead.

"Xu Qing, you really don't repent!"

Yue Fei glanced at the two of them and glared angrily.

"If the battle situation is unfavorable, you will escort the prince to leave first, and I will break the back."

Xu Qing and Wang Gui were helpless, and whispered together: "The villain obeys the military order!"

Chen Guang whispered in Wang Gui's ear: "If you can't resist it, protect your fifth brother, and don't pay attention to other things!"

Wang Gui nodded heavily, and several people looked ahead.

Wanyan Zongbi, the Jurchen name Wushu, the famous fierce general of the Jin clan, and the fourth son of Wanyan Aguda, was standing on a high slope at this time, looking at the position of the Song soldiers.

The Jurchen generals around him were all full of anger and hideous faces, and everyone was in iron armor and white robes, and they were fierce and full of murderous aura.

The Song army was in a neat formation, slashing and axe, Wan Yan Zongbi sneered, pointed forward with a horse whip, and said loudly:

"Two Meng'an interspersed with detours, three Meng'an attack head-on, and defeat this Song dog as soon as possible!"

The Jurchen generals obeyed the order and left, countless knights gathered, the Jurchen knights in the front row were holding three-zhang Xu riding spears, tall and strong, fierce and vicious, and the latter were holding giant axes, iron bones and other things, and the rest of the light horses were all with horns and bows in their hands, ready to move.

The moving drums sounded, and a team of Jurchen knights came out of the battle formation, the front row of iron armor was cold, and the riding spears were level, like a forest of guns, slowly moving forward.

After reaching the range of about two miles, the Jurchen knights began to speed up, and the war horses galloped forward.

The sound of horses' hooves rumbled, shaking the heavens and the earth, the faces of the Jurchen knights were hideous, boundless, and a rushing pressure made many Song soldiers change their faces.

"What are you afraid of, Xianggong is in charge in person! You bastard, is your life more valuable than Xianggongjin!"

"It's all fucking stable for me, if you want to die, we old guys will die first!"

The roars and comforting voices of the generals in the army made the soldiers who were a little commotion calm down immediately.

The sword and shield man stepped back, and the dense artillery was exposed.

On both flanks of the artillery position, the hoplites sat on the ground, rows of spears forward at 30 degrees, and the rear of the barrels of the guns pressed against the ground, ready to meet the onslaught of the opposing cavalry.

Although for a long time, within the Jin people, the power of the Song army's artillery was widely spread, many Jurchen soldiers had never seen it after all, and the Jurchen cavalry, who did not know the power of artillery, chose to be fearless and ignore in the face of the Song army's artillery array in front.

Zhang Jun, Yue Fei, Xu Qing, Chen Guang and others were all pale. Although everyone also has the courage to fight the enemy, but in the face of a war that is very likely to be defeated, everyone can't help but feel a little depressed in their hearts.

"Wang Song, Wang Xianggong, you have to be steady!"

Zhang Jun's forehead was sweating, his face was pale, and the horsewhip fell to the ground, especially at a loss.

"Wang Gui, remember my words, if the war is unfavorable, you and Xu Qing will protect Pengju and Zhang Xianggong and go first, and the master will break off!"

The expression on Chen Guang's face was solemn, and his face was pale.

Several generals in the army next to him were on the tip of their ears, and when they heard Chen Guang's words, they each snorted coldly.

Xu Qing and Wang Gui both sweated on their faces, their hearts were empty, and they looked in the direction of Wang Song in unison.

Perhaps sensing something, Wang Song's gaze swept over. There was a trace of contempt in those eyes, which made Chen Guang and the others quickly lower their heads.

Xu Qing didn't dare to raise his head, his face swollen red. He suddenly realized that with Wang Song's martial arts and the elite of his subordinates, where did he need a few of them to save!

What's more, with a battlefield general like Wang Song, how could he fight such an uncertain vicious battle, bring humiliation on himself, and ignore the safety of the army?

Xu Qing quietly raised his head and saw that Wang Song had already turned his head, so he concentrated and looked towards the position that was about to be engaged.

Seeing that the opponent's cavalry had entered the range of five hundred steps, Wang Song nodded lightly, and the flag officer understood, and the red flag in his hand pointed diagonally.

"Reload your ammo!"

Artillery commander Dong Qiang shouted, and the gunners began to rush to reload their ammunition.

Zhang Jun saw that Wang Song was as stable as Mount Tai, issued military orders, and the soldiers were step-by-step, calm and calm, and couldn't help but feel a little more stable in his heart.

Wang Song's military exploits and ability to command troops are not in vain!

"Aim, fire!"

Three hundred paces, the flag in the hands of the flag officer waved down heavily, and the artillery officers almost roared in unison.

"Pong! Disheveled! Ponto!"

As if the sky was falling apart, the red light of the artillery cannon appeared, a wall of white smoke rose, and the 100 guns in the first row roared together.

The iron bullet tore through the air, slashed the head and covered the face, and the Jurchen knights in the front row fell down, raising smoke and dust on the ground, and tripped over the knights behind twenty or thirty, and there was a commotion in the Jurchen riding formation.

Wanyan Zongbi's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, this is the legendary Song army artillery?

Two hundred and fifty paces, the 100 guns in the second row roared, and about 100 Jurchen knights were killed or wounded, and screams and wails rang out one after another.

Two hundred paces, the 100 guns of the third row roared again, and the Jurchen knights were killed or wounded, and they fell to the ground, and the blood and flesh on the position were blurred, and blood was all over the ground.

Wanyan Zongbi's face was ugly, how could the opponent's artillery be so dense and endless?

150 steps, 100 steps, 50 steps, and by the time they reached 50 steps in front of the opponent's formation, there were already more than 1,000 Jurchen knights killed or wounded, and the remaining survivors could no longer break through.

"Dutong, why did Song Gou's cannon sound become denser, and the sound was different?"

The sound of explosions in front of the battle was completely different from the sound of artillery. Smoke billowed from the positions of the two armies in front of them, and it was completely impossible to see what was going on inside.

The autumn wind blew, the smoke dissipated, and the position between the two armies was densely packed with corpses of men and horses. Layer upon layer, a hill about a mile long was piled up.

Behind the hill, the five or six hundred Jurchen cavalry were pale and at a loss, not knowing whether to cross the hill on horseback, or avoid the hill, detour from both sides, and continue to attack.

Wang Song exhaled softly, this is the power of civilization, beyond the times.