Wanyan Zongbi and the Jurchen generals were stunned, sitting on the war horses one by one, like fools.

Three thousand people, this artillery fire came down, and there were only six or seven hundred left, where did the rest go?

The war horses neighed, and the hundred and ten Jurchen knights who were lucky enough to pass through the artillery blockade had no way to retreat, and they stiffened their heads and galloped forward, wanting to break up the large array of the Song army.

More than 100 thick men ran out of the formation, and the smoking iron bumps in their hands were thrown forward, and the Jurchen knights who rode forward were shrouded in a cloud of gunsmoke.

The two Jurchen thousand-man teams that rolled in went straight to the right flank of the Song army. The foot archers of the Song army, the horse archers, and the Jin people's horse archers, the two sides have not yet touched, and the feather arrows cover the sky and the sun, and each has fallen countless times.

Fifty or sixty paces away, in an instant, countless Jurchen knights stepped forward and collided with the heavy infantry of the Song army, all kinds of insults, the sound of swords and guns entering the body sounded, and the two sides began to fight with their lives.

Feather arrows galloped, covering the sky and the sun, and in the Song army's formation, tall and sturdy grenadiers ran out of the formation, rounded their arms, and hundreds of smoking earth-shattering thunderbolts smashed over.

Smoke and dust flew, screams continued to sound, and the Jurchen knights who came from the brigade were shrouded in thick black smoke again.

Wanyan Zongbi's face was pale, seeing that the Jurchen warriors had rushed into the right flank of the Song army, this earth-shattering thunder bombardment, and the warriors' offensive was cut off again.

Hundreds of Jurchen knights rushed into the Song army's array, all of them fought on their own, and soon they were all stabbed down from their horses by the Song soldiers, and their spears were stabbed indiscriminately, and all the Jurchen knights were blurred in flesh and blood, and they were no longer human.

The sound of explosions in front of the right flank position was endless, the sword and shield hand held a shield to protect the grenadiers, the smoking earth-shattering thunder flew in the air, and soldiers on both sides continued to fall, and the Jurchen warriors were even more dead and wounded, and their hearts were pounding.

The cannon sound of "Pengpeng" sounded again, and the Song army began to attack the six or seven hundred Jurchen warriors remaining on the frontal position.

"Withdraw, hurry up and let the warriors in front withdraw!"

Wanyan Zongbi jumped like thunder, his heart was so anxious, and he roared loudly.

The desolate horn sounded, and the Jurchen cavalry interspersed on the flanks and the remaining Jurchen knights on the frontal position turned their horses' heads one after another and fled frantically towards their own positions.

"Come and go if you want, think this is a public toilet!"

Wang Song sneered: "Order the artillery to continue to attack, the grenadiers to follow, and be sure to leave all the fans in front of the position!"

"Grenadier forward, attack the flanks!"

Niu Tong shouted loudly, glanced coldly at the dumbfounded Xu Qing and the others, and beat the horse forward.

The Jurchen cavalry retreated desperately, followed by rumbling explosions. In the smoke of gunpowder, Jurchen knights continued to plant horses. On the battlefield, all the Jurchen cavalry sacrificed their lives to flee.

Wang Song sighed, this was the result of the Song army's cavalry being too weak. Even if it is victorious, there is no way to pursue it and carry out large-scale annihilation.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and seeing the large array of golden soldiers and infantry exposed in front of him, swords and guns like a forest, endless, Wang Song shouted loudly.

"The cavalry guards the flanks, and the whole army moves forward to storm the Jin people's infantry array!"

The military order was issued, but Chen Guang and the others had not yet come to their senses. In less than half an hour, the Jurchens left behind a corpse, and they were defeated in this way.

War, it turns out that this is how it was fought!

Yue Fei sighed secretly. Tens of thousands of troops, Wang Song's command is determined, like an arm, and his battlefield decisions are really skillful.

Looking at the Jurchen cavalry in front of him who fled back in a hurry, Wanyan Zongbi's eyes were blood-red, and his whole body was trembling.

Dare these Song dogs dug a pit for him, just waiting for him to jump into it, and he really jumped in!

So many Jurchen warriors, in such a small half an hour, fell under the opponent's artillery.

I'm afraid there aren't even a thousand Jurchen knights who have fled back!

The muscles on Wanyan Zongbi's face were distorted, and his heart was still dripping blood!

"Let Han'er form a formation!"

Having lost nearly half of the cavalry, Wanyan Zongbi's face was extremely cold, and his tone was shocking.

"Let the Song people out and let them attack the flanks of the Song army!"

In the face of the Song soldiers who came all over the mountains, countless Jin soldiers lined up in a large formation, spears were like forests, and archers stuck arrows on the ground one after another, ready to meet the attack of the Song army.

"Artillery, bombard these beasts who have forgotten their ancestors!"

Dong Xian chopped off a bloody golden general's head, didn't care about being excited, pointed to the large array of golden soldiers in front of him, and shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, it's up to your brother!"

Artillery commander Dong Qiang said with a smile. He shouted loudly, and the artillerymen set up their guns and began to reload their ammunition.

"Fire!"

Seeing that the gunners were ready, Dong Qiang shouted, and the gunners lit the wires one after another.

Everyone in the golden soldiers in the big array was frightened, and many of them trembled, their faces turned pale, and they barely clenched the weapons in their hands.

"Pong! Ponto!"

The sound of artillery sounded, countless iron pellets flew through the air, and they shot rapidly, and the blood arrows of the golden soldiers in the front row shot rapidly, weaving into a blood mist, countless people were knocked to the ground, and there were wounded people groaning in pain everywhere.

The artillery was endless, only two rounds were fired, and the large array of golden soldiers on the opposite side had collapsed, and the human body could not stand the destruction of firearms, and the golden soldiers were frightened and fled backwards with their lives.

"Those who flee from the battle will be killed!"

The officers of the Jin soldiers who supervised the battle shouted loudly and cut down countless deserters, but they could not stop the surging torrent of rout, and they were either carried away or knocked to the ground, unable to get up again.

Once the 30,000 Jin soldiers broke and fled, they would be like a flood that burst the embankment, unable to stop. They panicked and fled frantically, and countless people were squeezed over, knocked to the ground, and followed by countless tramples.

Dong Qiang was also dumbfounded, the artillery bombardment only caused two or three thousand casualties, these golden soldiers could no longer control it, and they did not attack or say anything, but scattered as birds and beasts.

"Keep firing and mess up these guys!"

Dong Qiang shouted, the gunners continued to reload ammunition, iron pellets flew, and the fleeing Jin soldiers fell to the ground one after another, aggravating their panic, and the rout was also unstoppable.

"Grenadier!"

The grenadiers ran wildly all the way, smashing into the crowd of fleeing golden soldiers like thunderstorms, the golden soldiers shouted wildly, and many people squatted down and threw their weapons on the ground.

"It's down, it's down!"

"Don't kill again, surrender!"

In just a moment, the fleeing Jin soldiers imitated one after another, and they descended.

"Withdraw your troops!"

Seeing that the infantry formation was defeated, with countless casualties, and seeing that a large number of deserters had already appeared, Wan Yan Zongbi was stunned and quickly made a decision.

If we do not withdraw our troops at this time, I am afraid that there will be more casualties.

As for those men, whether they surrendered or fled, and left to fend for themselves, he didn't care at all.

Wanyan Zongbi beat his horse and galloped wildly, and retreated to the east of the Daimyo's mansion.

The Jurchen cavalry behind him followed closely, and while sacrificing their lives to run wildly, they dealt with the Song cavalry that caught up.

Seeing the Song people rushing over desperately like headless flies, Yue Fei had no choice but to postpone the pursuit, lest the refugees break up the team, and the Jin people had a chance.

The soldiers lined up in a large formation and began to summarize the refugees and settle them properly.

Dong Xian and Zhang Sheng led the cavalry, followed behind the Jin soldiers, and pursued the Jin soldiers who were scattered and fled.

Zhang Jun came up immediately, glared at Xu Qing, Wang Gui and others, and said loudly: "Generals, why don't you go and intercept Jinren?"

The generals woke up like a dream, led the foot soldiers together, and went forward to cover the killing.

The sound of artillery rang out from time to time, and the explosions came and went, reaping the lives of the fleeing golden soldiers. The golden soldiers were frightened, and they all jerked their horses under their hips, or accelerated their pace, and they didn't even dare to turn their heads.

Wanyan Zongbi originally wanted to take the opportunity of the refugees to attack the Song army's big array, to see if there was a chance to turn back and rush for a while, and turn defeat into victory. Who knew that the Song army was well-trained, and it was assembled into a formation in an instant, and there was no gap at all.

The other party's cavalry pursued and killed their own foot soldiers, and those men were vulnerable, and Wanyan Zongbi's eyes were painful, but he was powerless.

As long as the Jurchen knights entered the range of the opponent's artillery, casualties were inevitable. If you don't leave, I'm afraid you'll lose everything.

Today's casualties are already heavy enough!

Knowing that the firepower of the Song army was so fierce, he should have driven the Song people to charge the battle at the beginning, and there might be a slight chance of victory.

It's too careless!

Wanyan Zongbi glanced at the panicked remnants of the defeated army behind him, and continued to beat his horse and head east.

Yue Fei reorganized his soldiers to move forward, chasing the Jin soldiers who were fleeing all over the mountains.

Wanyan Zongbi is really a hero among people. The attack was not effective, and the strong man immediately broke his wrist, and the decision on the battlefield was really stable and ruthless, which was impressive.

Seeing the Jin soldiers fleeing eastward in front of the moat, Guo Yong and the Song soldiers on the city wall were dumbfounded.

The soldier saw the banner of the reinforcements and shouted loudly: "Guo Tixing, it is Wang Xianggong's loyal army, it is Wang Xianggong's loyal army!"

Guo Yong's heart trembled and he looked north.

Sure enough, surrounded by thousands of troops, countless people and horses came, and a striking banner with the word "king" was waving in the wind, which looked particularly vigorous.

Guo Yong wiped a handful of fine sweat on his forehead, but his heart was put down, and he muttered in his mouth: "The Daimyo's Mansion is worry-free, and the people of the Daimyo's Mansion are worry-free."

Zhang Jun struck his horse forward, full of spirit, and under the protection of the soldiers, brandished his sword and cut down several Jin soldiers who fled in panic.

Bloody battlefield and happy killing, this is what the big husband does.

"Zhang Xianggong, the battlefield will be handed over to you, and the official will leave."

Zhang Jun couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then noticed that Wang Song was sitting upright on the horse, surrounded by a group of guards, saying goodbye to him on the side.

Looking into the distance again, the banner of the word "Wang" has been slowly falling, and it is obvious that the army has already put away the flag.

"Wang Xianggong, don't you go into the Daimyo's Mansion to drink a glass of water and wine?"

Zhang Jun was slightly disappointed, and involuntarily spoke.

"The siege of the Daimyo's Mansion is resolved, and the official still has to go to Taiyuan, so let's say goodbye."

Wang Song arched his hand and left, and Zhang Jun returned a salute, feeling stunned.

Xu Qing and Wang Song were about to cross by the wrong horse, and when they saw Wang Song hitting the horse to the west, they subconsciously stopped and stood beside the horse road.

"Xu Qing, on the battlefield, it is the most dangerous. The general of an army must be cautious in his grasp of the life and death of thousands of brothers, and he must know that people cannot be resurrected after death......"

Wang Song paused for a moment, sighed, and rode away.

Xu Qing took a deep look in the direction where Wang Song left.

Dong Xian led the troops to chase all the way, and was killing a big meal, and Niu Tong hurried up.

"Niu Tong, what are you pulling me to do, today I will go on a killing spree, so as not to let the prince be underestimated, and by the way, I will also get his reward!"

Niu Tong stopped him and handed over a box, his expression a little gloomy.

"This is given to you by the prince Wang, he has already left!"

"What, Wang Xianggong left!"

Dong Xian took the box and opened it to see that there were some gold ingots inside. He looked into the battlefield, and Wang Song, surrounded by dozens of guards, headed west.

"Wang Xianggong, why didn't you say a word, just leave!"

Dong Xian shed two lines of tears, and they fell on top of the box.

"Wang Xianggong, this is really sad!"

Niu Tong was listless, as if he had lost his soul.

Yue Fei was in the midst of the army, and when he saw Wang Song going west, he didn't even look back, and he couldn't help but be at a loss, and the scenes of the past couldn't help but come to mind.

After all the catastrophes, the brothers are here, and they meet with a smile and a grudge. Wang Songjing left by himself, but how did he deal with himself?

He was loyal to the Great Song Dynasty and deliberately kept his distance from Wang Song, could he really be at ease?