"Hurry back, just stay in the camp, no one is allowed to move without a military order!"

The sky was numb, and the Jin soldiers who had just left went and returned, but they had already got on a war horse with protective gear, and the spear in his hand was thick and shiny.

Huang Qianshan and the slaves around him were stunned, and they hadn't reacted yet, what had happened.

Jin Bing raised the spear in his hand and shouted, "Don't hurry back!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already mounted his horse, and the riding spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out, directly into the chest of a Han slave in front of him.

Blood splattered, and the Han slave screamed and was stabbed to the ground.

Huang Qianshan was so frightened that he screamed in fright, and together with the other panicked Song slaves, he turned around and fled in the direction of his camp.

The Jin soldier pulled back his spear, and the corpse of the Han slave kept twitching, and blood gushed out from his chest like a fountain, instantly staining half of his body and the ground.

Jin Bing snorted coldly, and was about to beat his horse and leave, when there was an explosion of "Pengpeng" in the distance, followed by a sound from far and near, and he arrived in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Jin Bing couldn't help but be stunned, and looked up in the direction where the sound came from.

Suddenly, the air seemed to be torn apart, and there was a terrible cry, like a cold wind outside the plug, when it was blowing the hardest.

Jin Bing sat on his horse and looked into the air in front of him, only to see an iron ball smashing towards his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as he subconsciously swung his spear, the iron ball had already smashed into his chest.

The sound of bones cracking sounded, and the incomparable pain came, and the golden soldier flew off his horse and fell to the ground. Blood was gushing from his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he lay quietly on the ground, unable to move any longer.

The artillery of the Song army!

The slaves scattered and fled to their barracks. Huang Qianshan ran wildly while holding his head and legs, and these words flashed in his mind.

His mind was chaotic, and he was in a trance for a while, but his body still ran forward like a duck, and he completely lost the image of a scholar.

Song Jun, when will he be able to fight against the Jurchens?

He looked behind nervously, only to see the iron balls flying in the air, and the iron balls in one place were running wildly, heading straight for the Jurchen cavalry camp, but there were very few who flew to his side.

Huang Qianshan was a little puzzled, why did this iron ball hit so fiercely?

The Jurchens chose to set up camp, generally in an open and flat place, and the camp was empty, so as to facilitate the iron cavalry. It's just that in this way, the hard and flat ground is conducive to the iron ball bouncing back and forth to kill people.

As soon as a group of Jurchen cavalry assembled, more than a dozen iron balls flew wildly and smashed into the crowd of men and horses, flesh and blood flew sideways, people turned over on their backs, and earth-shattering screams rang out.

Another iron ball flew into a tent, screaming everywhere it passed, and everyone who touched it was injured or killed.

Flesh and blood flew in the stables, horses howled and fell, beams and pillars were broken, and roofs collapsed. Countless horses broke free from their reins and began to flee desperately, causing a commotion in the camp.

The iron balls were like meteors outside the sky, tents were smashed and broken, and knights who were in a hurry fell off their horses. Before many people figure out what's going on, they become ghosts at the bottom of the cannon in a daze.

Many Han Chinese slaves turned their heads and looked in the direction the shells were flying. I saw bursts of smoke rising from the river bank from time to time, the explosion of "Pengpeng" continued to sound, the Jurchen camp was full of chickens and dogs barking, countless camp tents were smashed, countless men and horses were killed and injured, and the entire camp was in a mess.

Huang Qianshan ran wildly all the way, and while no one was paying attention, he picked up a short knife and hid it. When he reached his tent, he quickly hid in a corner, and covered himself with straw and tattered clothes in front of him, and then he gasped loudly.

As far as the eye could see, in the tent, all the Han slaves were desperately hiding, and everyone was pale and frightened.

Some people are afraid with excitement and anxious with a hint of expectation.

The earth-shattering thunder woke the golden soldiers in the camp from their sleep. With the loud sound, the endless sound of fighting and horns sounded, and more and more golden soldiers poured out of the camp.

In the big tent, Wanyan Zongfu woke up from his sleep, and he sat up from the couch with a "vacancy".

"What's going on out there, how can there be such a loud noise?"

These days, his heart has been up and down, and he is uneasy. Song Jun said that he would withdraw from the Daimyo's Mansion, which dragged on for half a month.

He had always been worried that Song Jun was deliberately delaying and had some tricks, but now it seems that it is really not groundless.

Several Song women didn't care about dressing, nor did they care about the shame of being bare-chested, so they hurriedly got up to help Yan Zongfu put on his clothes and armor.

The guard hurriedly walked in, knelt down on one knee and said, "Marshal, the ships of the Song army have been found on the canal, there are about hundred. The ship's artillery was shelling the cavalry battalion of our troops. The warriors suffered numerous casualties, and the camp was in chaos. ”

Wanyan Zongfu said angrily: "These Song dogs, as expected, are duplicitous, and they are attacking our army while saying that they want to withdraw their troops. If he captures the Daimyo's Mansion, Ben Shuai must slaughter all the Song people in the city, and let these Song dogs know that the blades of my Jurchen warriors are not sharp!"

He looked at a few frightened Song women next to him, suddenly pulled out his knife, and slashed a few times. Several Song women screamed a few times, and before they could put on their clothes, they fell in a pool of blood.

"If they are not of my race, their hearts will be different! Don't look at these Song women all day long, it's a knife in the back, and you don't even know how to die. ”

Wanyan Zongfu inserted the knife back into the sheath and said loudly: "Let's go, go out and have a look!"

The guard secretly looked at a few Song women who were lying in a pool of blood, and secretly screamed in his heart that it was a pity.

It's a pity that such a flower-like and infinitely charming little lady was killed like this.

"Pong! Disheveled! Ponto!"

On the surface of the river, the sound of artillery was constantly sounding, continuous, and the entire river was shrouded in a cloud of smoke. Da Niu and Erhu and the others all covered their ears tightly, letting the sweat continue to fall, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

Iron balls tear through the air, shocking people's hearts. Every shell flew across the camp, and along the way, one by one the Jurchen warriors were killed or wounded, and the rest were scattered, completely unaware of what to do.

Blood flowed all over the ground, mutilated limbs, dead bodies scattered all over the place, wounded people who fell to the ground and groaned, and most of the camp accounts were damaged and in a mess.

Wanyan Zongfu was stunned at first, and then he was furious. Looking at the direction of these shells, all of them rushed to their own cavalry camp, and there were very few that flew towards Han'er's camp.

Several of the stone throwers were hit by the iron balls, "creaked", then slowly tilted, and then fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. A few golden soldiers who didn't have time to dodge were pressed underneath.

The arrow tower in the west corner of the cavalry camp was hit by several iron balls in succession and was crumbling. An iron ball smashed, sawdust flew wildly, and the high arrow tower fell into the camp, smashing several camp tents, causing an exclamation.

An iron ball roared, and the guard next to him subconsciously pounced, and Wanyan Sosuke was blocked behind, and was knocked to the ground by the guard.

The guard's back was smacked, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Wanyan Sosuke covered his face.

Wanyan Sosuke pushed the guard to the side with all his might, and the guard's body was limp, his eyes were dull, and he was already dying.

Wanyan Zongfu's face turned pale, and he stood up in fright, and the surrounding Jurchen knights formed a circle and protected him.

Seeing that the Jurchen warriors, who were usually invincible, fled in a hurry like a lost dog, Wanyan Zongfu was shocked and angry, and he shouted loudly.

"Wu Gu Nai, Xianbao, take your Meng'an, strike left and right, and destroy the Song Dog on the ship for me!"

Ugunai and Slanpo took the order and left, gathering a group of men and horses. The crowd galloped wildly and rushed straight to the canal.

The artillery on the river stopped bombarding, and Wanyan Zongfu looked at the tragic situation of dead and wounded everywhere in the camp, frowned and said loudly: "Hurry down and count the casualties, and report it quickly!"

"Stop the heavy artillery and fire it later."

Seeing that ten rounds had been fired, Li Yanxian passed down the military order, and all the artillery on the ship stopped.

"General, why don't you continue firing, the artillery is not heating up, and it will not be a problem to fight a few more rounds."

Liu Hongjin was puzzled and asked Li Yanxian on the deck.

"It's a relative bus generation. The Jurchens are arrogant, and they will be retribution, and they will not suffer losses. If they don't show weakness, they won't take the initiative to attack. The order went down, and the brothers were asked to load their ammunition and wait for Fanzi to come to their deaths. ”

Hearing Li Yanxian's answer, Liu Hongjin scratched his head and smiled.

"Xianggong still thinks carefully. These 10 rounds of shelling, 1,000 iron pellets, are enough to bear!"

Dong Cai rushed over with a horse. Seeing that Yan Zongfu was in front, he quickly dismounted and stepped forward to see.

"Dong Tongzhi, why are you only here now, and what are the casualties of the Han'er in the camp?"

Dong looked at the blood stains and messes all over the ground, sweating profusely, and a sense of ominousness rose in his heart.

This scene was too familiar, and the tragic situation of death and injury seemed familiar, which made him a little creepy for a while.

Could it be that Wang Song did not die, and the loyal army returned?

Otherwise, how could the Song army have such a powerful firearm?

Dong Cai pressed the wild beat in his heart, stepped forward cautiously, respectfully.

"Returning to the marshal, Han'er suffered about 200 casualties. The last general noticed that there was a change in the cavalry camp and did not delay, so he rushed over. ”

It turned out that a group of Han'er happened to be patrolling the battalion, and some of the Song army's artillery shells were missed, which caused some Han'er to be killed and wounded.

"Dong Cai, I think you're afraid of death! Do you want to wait for the army to be defeated so that you can surrender to Song Gou!"

"The Jurchen warriors suffered thousands of casualties, and the Han'er only suffered 200 injuries, do you dare to say that you did not collude with the Song people?"

There were Jurchen generals on the side, and they rebuked one after another.

Dong Cai smiled bitterly: "Even if the marshal asks me to return to the Song court, I don't dare, and the Song Dynasty will not take me in." The marshal said yes or no?"

"If only you knew."

Wanyan Zongfu sneered: "Wu Gu Nai and Xian Bao went to pursue the Song soldiers on the canal, and your front army went to answer it, so as not to make any mistakes and fail."

Dong Cai hurriedly took the order to leave. These dogs are going to be cannon fodder again.

Looking at Dong Cai's departing figure, Wanyan Zongfu's guard sneered: "This Dong Cai, he knows all day long that he has no talent. I heard that he was also a warrior of the Han people before, how could he be so virtuous?"

Another said: "No matter how powerful the Song warriors are, when they come to our Jurchen warriors, it is a lump of mud, and they will crush him."

The officer wept with a sad face. Wanyan Zongfu saw the statistics of casualties, and his face couldn't help but stiffen, and the fierceness in his eyes made the Jurchen generals who spoke shut their mouths.

632 people were killed, 276 were seriously injured and 342 were lightly injured. There were also 342 casualties on horses. Together with the 221 people killed and the 45 seriously injured by Han'er, the death toll will be more than 1,000......

Wanyan Zongsuke's face turned pale, he suddenly raised his head, pointed in the direction of the canal, and roared loudly.

"Tell Dong Cai, pull our artillery up, and the grenadiers too, and we must destroy this group of Song dogs on the canal!"