The desolate trumpet sounded between heaven and earth, and the army of the golden people finally came from the east, and the black pressure was overwhelming, like a torrent, and flowed straight over.

About a mile before the Loyal Army's main array, the Jin soldiers stopped.

Wanyan Zonghan sat on his horse and carefully looked at the battle situation in front of him.

There was a scuffle in the camp of Wanyan Zongwang, and the two armies were fighting fiercely. It seems that there is not much danger in the Wanyan Sect.

There were dense barracks on both sides of the camp, and the army could not pass the attack, and the Song army in front of them was already in full array.

Wanyan Zonghan couldn't help sneering in his heart, this Song army is really beyond its strength, even with their only 10,000 or 20,000 people, they dare to attack Wanyan Zongwang's big array, there are 50,000 or 60,000 elite soldiers there.

He waved his hand, the horn sounded, and countless Han'er foot soldiers walked out of the front of the formation, staring at the Jin people in front of the foot soldiers and the cavalry behind, densely packed, advancing layer by layer, like a sea of mountains, coming towards Li Yanxian's big array.

Seeing the torrent of steel rolling in front of them, many Song soldiers changed their faces, and Li Yanxian also had a solemn face, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The drumming on the city walls has been replaced by soldiers. Seeing the Jurchen iron cavalry all over the mountains coming towards the Song army's position, the drummers stopped one by one and stared straight out of the city.

Zhao Huan and a kind of minister looked at the battle array outside the city, and saw that the Jurchen soldiers were so overwhelming, fierce and vicious, and everyone was pale and stunned.

"All, raise your shield! First use the bow and arrow, then use the "ten thousand enemies", and the bed crossbow only shoots the Jurchen cavalry!"

Seeing the panicked looks on the soldiers' faces, Li Yanxian roared loudly.

"All of you listen, at least half of you will die today, whether it is you or not, resign yourself to fate! But if anyone dares to escape, I will immediately cut off his dog's head and feed it to the dog!"

Sure enough, the fear and haste on the faces of the soldiers disappeared a lot.

Li Yanxian said angrily: "The Jurchen Fanzi is also a human being, if you stab it with a shot, there is also a hole in your body, and if you cut it down with a knife, your head will still fall off!" If you throw out a "10,000 enemies", the Jurchen fans will have to fart!"

He pointed to the battlefield in front of him, shook his head and said, "Our commander Wang Daguan, outside the Xuanhua Gate, one person has killed hundreds of people. Follow Wang Daguan, what are you afraid of!"

If they were all veterans of the Loyal and Righteous Army, even if it was only for a month or two, he didn't care about the combat strength of these people, and he wouldn't talk like this. Now there are quite a few reorganized recruits, and it is necessary to boost their morale.

Some officers also shouted in the ranks: "Brothers, don't be afraid! Outside the Xuanhua Gate, I have also died several times, and just by giving a reward, I can marry a few little ladies! Follow me for a while, it's okay to keep it, everyone can kill a few fans!"

Sure enough, hearing the word "reward", the eyes of many recruits lit up at once, and some of them were ready to move.

"Prepare for Shoot!"

Seeing that the opponent's foot soldiers had entered the range of the attack, the red flag in the flag officer's hand fell heavily, and the officers roared out one after another.

The crossbowmen stood in a row, and the crossbowmen in the first row bowed upwards one after another, pulling the trigger, and countless feathered arrows came out of the string, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless.

After shooting for the first time, the crossbowman in the first row handed the crossbow to the crossbowman in the second row, and at the same time took the crossbow in his hand, which was already full of crossbow arrows, and continued to shoot.

This is a continuous crossbow attack that repeats itself and changes lines and fires at short intervals. Crossbowmen work in groups of three, with the last person in charge of stretching the strings, the middle one in charge of passing, and the one in the front row being shot by the more skilled crossbowmen in order to achieve the fastest and best shooting results.

There were thousands of bows and crossbows piled up in the ordnance prison, and there were countless feather arrows, all of which were turned over by Wang Song. Even in peacetime, the Great Song Dynasty had to make more than 50 million feather arrows every year, not to mention that this was wartime.

If the Song people were a little more heroic in history, just by virtue of the progress of science and technology, they would not make the Jin people much cheaper, so bullied!

In the final analysis, it is still the lack of martial spirit and flesh.

Both sides are flying with feathers and arrows, Jin Renqiang is strong in the number of people, and Song Renqiang is in the long range and shoots quickly. Even with shields in the way, soldiers on both sides continued to fall to the ground, screaming incessantly.

Seeing that the Song soldier next to him was shot through the neck by a feather arrow and fell to the ground, the Song soldier next to him threw away the weapon in his hand and turned his head and ran.

Before he could take two steps, an iron spear pierced directly from his neck, and his running figure suddenly stopped.

Li Yanxian pulled out the iron spear, and the blood on the man's neck splattered, and the corpse slowly fell to the ground.

In the big array, the officers slashed their knives and stabbed their guns, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the screams were endless, and dozens of Song soldiers who escaped from the battle were killed one by one in the formation.

The officers, covered in blood, stood in the middle of the formation, glaring angrily, like butchers.

"Throwing these people's corpses out, good or bad can also play a role in repelling horses!"

Dozens of deserters' corpses were thrown out in front of the horses and chariots, all of them with hateful faces, horrible deaths, and blurred flesh and blood.

Seeing Li Yanxian and the cold eyes of the officers sweeping over, those who were not determined quickly turned their heads, clenched the weapons in their hands, and stared closely ahead.

Li Yanxian secretly got lucky. The Jurchens did not use cavalry to take the lead in the attack, but let the Han army infantry fight in the front, which is also their consistent practice, using the Han people as cannon fodder. Only this time, they miscalculated.

If the Jurchen cavalry is galloping in thousands of horses, there are more than 4,000 recruits here, and they will definitely be defeated with one blow.

On the contrary, Yan Zonghan cherished himself, these Han men walked in front, and the army avoided the danger of collapse.

Li Yanxian wiped the sweat from his forehead, saw that the cavalry of the Jin people had entered the firing range, regained his face, and shouted: "Bed crossbowmen ready!"

Zhao Huan and the ministers watched in horror. The brutal battlefield duel is bloody, not only to deal with the wolf-like strength and low on the opposite side, but also to deal with these unstable elements in their own team.

There is no benevolence, righteousness and morality, there is no gentle words, there are just bloody massacres, life and death.

When they saw that some soldiers in the Song army were fleeing in battle, Wanyan Zonghan, Wanyan Xiyin and others were all smiling. Then, seeing these deserters being killed one by one in front of the battle, the smiles on their faces suddenly froze.

"This must be Wang Song's subordinates!"

Wanyan Xiyin's face turned pale, and he said categorically: "Sticky Han, you must keep this person today, otherwise it will be a problem for my Dajin Kingdom in the future!"

Wanyan Zonghan nodded, and said loudly: "Order the three armies, step forward together, and you must take down the Song army in front of you!" If anyone can kill Wang Song, he will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of gold!"

Wan Yan Lou's face was hideous, and he said hatefully: "Today I must kill Wang Song to avenge the living girl!"

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men.

After Yan Zonghan's military order was issued, the Jurchen knights in the formation shouted one after another, and several Meng'an cavalry arrays, iron cavalry rolled, and roared towards the Song army in front of them.

"Leave half of the people to hold on!"

Seeing that there were no Jin soldiers coming from the west, Wanyan Zonghan from the east was very fierce and full of mountains. Zhang Heng knew that the situation was urgent and immediately issued a military order.

"All the rest of the sergeants, all of them, keep in line, support the left flank!"

Half of the sergeants were pulled out and quickly moved to Li Yanxian's large array on the left flank.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"

The crossbowman, who couldn't wait, raised his sledgehammer and smashed it into the board machine with all his strength.

The trigger fell, and the huge crossbow bolt tore through the air, roaring out, and flying towards the rolling Jurchen Iron Horseman.

The crossbow arrows are thick, straight as spears, and can reach a range of one hundred and twenty or thirty paces. The Jurchen knights roaring in front of them were immediately knocked off their horses.

The Jurchen knights fell off their horses, and many of the knights behind them were immediately knocked over, and these people fell to the ground, and many of the horses were knocked over, and the knights were thrown out of their horses. The war horse behind rolled and trampled, and the knight who fell to the ground instantly became a dead body.

Although the power of the bed crossbow is huge, it is invincible, and it is either dead or wounded. However, the bed crossbow had to be put on a winch, and the process was very cumbersome and time-consuming, and often only one or two fires were made, and the opposing cavalry had already arrived in front of them, so they were generally used in the city.

Seeing that the crossbowmen and winch hands were at a loss, Zhang Heng shouted angrily: "What are you stunned, hurry up and get on the winch, there are brothers in front of you!"

The winch men woke up from a dream, hurriedly loaded their crossbow arrows, and hurriedly wrenched the winch.

Ten thousand horses galloped, people rode together, feathered arrows galloped, covering the sky and the sun. At a distance of 100 paces, the corpses of Han'er foot soldiers and Jurchen knights were all over the field, and the corpses were stacked on top of each other.

The lost foot soldiers in the Song people's formation were carried back one after another, occupying a large open space behind the soldiers.

The Jurchen knights were fierce and vicious, shouting wildly, one after another, and the knights kept falling under their horses, but they still couldn't stop the torrent forward. At last, the torrent roared forward, unstoppable, to the horses and chariots.

Countless Han'er soldiers stepped forward, holding shields in their hands, driven by the roar of the Jurchen officers, fearless of death, wanting to move the chariot and reject the horse in front of them, and enlarge the Jurchen knights forward.

"How can this be?"

Sun Fu felt like he had been hit hard in the chest, his face was pale, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

Wu Ge shook his head and sighed in a low voice, the new army is a new army after all, although it is not a rabble, but it is not a strong army in a hundred battles.

On the city wall, Zhao Huan's face was like ashes, and he was suddenly lost. Among the ministers of civil and military affairs, some bowed their heads and let out a long sigh; Someone closed their eyes, not wanting to see the familiar and tragic scene in front of them again.

A smile appeared on Wanyan Zonghan's face. In front of tens of thousands of Jurchen knights, plus tens of thousands of Han'er foot soldiers, the more than 10,000 Song foot soldiers in front of him can only resist!

defeated the more than 10,000 Song infantry in front of him, and Wanyan Zongwang attacked back and forth, Wang Song's infantry and cavalry front army were not turtles in the urn, and they were slaughtered.

Swords and swords, flesh and blood, on the vast snowfield, hundreds of thousands of Song and Jin soldiers fought bloodily. One side is just for plundering and insatiable greed, and the other side is for the survival of the nation and the continuation of civilization.

Suddenly, the war drums on the city walls began to sound again. A weak woman picked up the drumstick and fought with all her might.

The other drummers woke up from a dream and picked up their drumsticks and followed suit.

The sound of drums sounded, and the sound entered the hearts and lungs of the people, which was the roar of the nation with no way out, the last counterattack in a desperate situation......