In the early morning, the sky and the earth are hazy, and the rain has stopped in the middle of the night, and the northwest plateau, the winter rain is scarce, and it has rained for almost a day and a night, which is extremely rare.

Wang Song lay behind a slope, ignoring the mud and dampness on the ground. The slopes are full of dry weeds, and it is expected that in the coming year, when the spring flowers are in full bloom, it will also be green and full of spring.

The soldiers set up small cannons one after another, boxes of shells wrapped in layers of oil paper were also full, and the sealed powder kegs were checked one by one to ensure that there was no moisture. Even the earth-shattering thunder and fire folds on the soldiers' bodies were carefully taken so as not to affect the big battle.

Looking forward along the field, several Jurchen camps in the distance are built on the terrain, most of them are flat, several highlands are very abrupt, and one of them is also set up as a camp, which should be the southern camp of the Jurchen army.

As for the North Daying, it was naturally followed by Yan Lou's room to attack Fuzhou City. And he has not yet returned with the army, which shows that Fuzhou is still safe.

Wang Song secretly said that it was a pity, Wanyan Lou Room was not there, and he couldn't break through the Jurchen camp in one fell swoop, and now he had to fight a quick battle, solve the Nanda Camp first, and then confront the Lou Room army of Wanyan Lou Room.

"Xianggong, something went wrong, some gunpowder was wet, and some shells were also damp, I'm afraid I won't be able to use it."

Wang Song's heart sank. Gunpowder shells are missing, and I don't know how many soldiers' lives will be needed to fill them.

The generals were speechless for a moment and looked forward together.

The Zhaipan of the Jurchen Southern Camp is quite solid. Since the southern invasion, the Jurchens have absorbed many Han people's practice of camping, and now they have also become decent, painting gourds like scoops.

As reported by the scouts, the western side is flatter, with all but a few prominent highlands on the other side. Several Jurchen cavalry battalions were divided into two from the middle from south to north, each with three camps. In terms of numbers, the Western Cavalry battalion is about three Meng'an, plus the ranger scouts, about 10,000 people.

The Han military camp in the east is built on an unknown low mountain, and the size of the camp is about twice that of the six Jurchen camps, and the number of people should be about 15,000.

Between the Jurchen cavalry camp and the Han army camp, there is a high ground, about 100 meters in a radius, and there are five or six yurts on it, which is supposed to be used by the Jurchen knights to do reconnaissance arrow towers. In a heavy rain, all the golden soldiers hid in the yurt, and there was no one outside.

It had been raining heavily all day, and the trenches were full of rain, and the fences were stuck in the mud, and they were already staggering, and many of them were also erected on the trenches, and the soldiers of the front army were ready to take advantage of the heavy rain.

Other fences were crumbling, as if they could collapse at the slightest touch. When the time comes, you can easily cross the short ladder.

Seeing that the Jin soldiers had not yet gotten up, they were all hiding in the felt tents to avoid the rain and sleep wildly, Wang Song waved his hand, and the surprise attack of the Song army was immediately launched.

Wang Song secretly called it a fluke. The rain cleared in the middle of the night last night, and if it continues to rain and firearms cannot be used, it will be a white-knuckle battle.

It can only be said that God bless the loyal army, and God bless the Great Song Dynasty.

"First seize a few high grounds, mount the artillery, concentrate firepower, and deal with the Jurchen cavalry. If Han'er makes any changes, he doesn't have to show mercy!"

Li Xiaochun and Xu Hu led the order, the soldiers stepped forward, ladders were set up on the ditch, and countless loyal soldiers crossed the trench like a tide and headed for the camp tent of the Jin people.

A battalion of artillerymen and a battalion of sword and shield bearers followed behind Xu Hu and quickly headed towards the heights of the yurt.

As soon as they had climbed the heights, a bald and pigtailed golden soldier in a sheepskin jacket came out of a tent. Jin Bing yawned, and when he saw Song Bing in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Jin Bing was about to shout, but the short axe in Xu Hu's hand was thrown out fiercely, hitting him in the chest. The golden soldier fell backwards, mud splattering everywhere, and there was a heavy falling sound.

A soldier rushed forward and stabbed the golden soldier in the neck with a short knife, blood splattering to ensure that nothing was lost.

The golden soldier in the felt tent was still sleeping wildly, and he was not awakened by the noise outside.

Everyone quickly separated, each guarding a felt tent, when Xu Hu passed by a felt tent, there was a earth-shattering snoring sound inside, it seemed that the golden soldiers were sleeping soundly.

Lao Tzu is affected by the cold, but you sleep comfortably. Xu Hu made a gesture, and the troops took out the earth-shattering thunder wrapped in oil-paper in their backpacks, crushed the wax seal, lit the fire, counted them a few times, and threw them into the camp tent together.

The earth-shattering explosions resounded in the Jurchen camp, which was extremely harsh, breaking the silence of the early morning.

The Song army quickly broke into the Jurchen camp, and the grenadiers bore the brunt of it, they quickly moved forward, throwing out thunderbolts one after another, and went straight to the camp tents everywhere.

The explosions of "Tongtong" came and went, and the western battalion of the Jurchen cavalry immediately fell into billowing smoke.

Yang Jin and Niu Gao, one left and one right, an army of 10,000 people, directly crushed the Jurchen cavalry camp.

The loyal army is still the same as before, and it has put on a hard posture. Outnumbered by the enemy, the enemy will be killed and wounded on the greatest scale, and strive to be defeated with one blow.

The earth-shattering thunder explosions came and went, and countless golden soldiers ran out of the barracks, and met the soldiers of the loyal and righteous army head-on, and in the blink of an eye, it was a fierce fight.

Li Sanwa's spear stabbed out and stabbed a golden soldier who had come out of the camp tent. With a successful blow, Li Sanwa's morale was greatly boosted, and when he saw a golden soldier running over, he shouted, and the spear was as fast as lightning, stabbing at the man.

Jin Bing didn't care about it, he slashed it with a knife, brought up the wind, and came straight to the top of Li Sanwa's head.

Li Sanwa's spear did not dodge or dodge, and stabbed Jin Bing's throat, which was also a lose-lose style.

Jin Bing was stunned, he couldn't imagine that Song Jun was so brave. Before his long knife could be cut off, it had already been smashed away by an iron shovel, and Li Sanwa's spear "poofed" and stabbed into his throat.

Li Sanwa pulled out her spear, and the tall cow Gao had already hit the horse forward, and the iron shovel in his hand smashed over a bald golden soldier.

Niu Gao didn't look back at Li Sanwa, but just said loudly: "Good brother, this is the hero of my Great Song Dynasty, the warrior of my loyal army!"

Li Sanwa's blood was boiling, and together with the soldiers of the loyal and righteous army who were flocking forward, she shouted "kill the captives" and went straight to kill the golden soldiers who were in a hurry on the opposite side.

The Jurchen knights were caught off guard, and the grenadiers of the Song army rushed all the way, and the ignited earth-shattering thunder was thrown towards the tent and the pile of golden soldiers.

Suddenly attacked, the western camp was instantly chaotic, and countless golden soldiers were disheveled, panicked, and rushed out of the camp.

The Jurchen cavalry returned fire on the spot, crossbow arrows flew together, and the loyal and righteous army also fell down with screams. The loyal and righteous army also roared with arrows, and most of the golden soldiers were not fully armored, and under the rain of fire from the opponent, they fell one by one in the camp tent and on the position.

A team of 100 golden soldiers with iron armor and feathered arrows galloping, extremely strong. Under their attack, the loyal soldiers fell to the ground one after another, suffering heavy casualties. Li Xiaochun was furious and commanded the artillery to step forward.

"Pong! Disheveled! Ponto!"

The continuous sound of artillery rang out, more than 20 cannons, less than a hundred paces away, even if the Jurchen knights were wearing iron armor, they were beaten into a sieve one by one, they fell to the ground, and countless people howled in pain.

The power of the earth-shattering thunder had already terrified the Jurchen cavalry, and the killing of the artillery made them even more miserable. Once encountered, the flesh and blood were blurred, the arms and legs were broken, and the casualties were unbearable.

"Pass! Pass!"

The explosions continued to sound, and the Jurchen cavalry camp was full of rising pillars of smoke. Although the Jurchen warriors were brave and disregarded life and death, the other party's blows were too cruel, and under the rounds of artillery bombardment, bursts of thunder and thunder bombarded indiscriminately, and the large and small battle formations of the golden soldiers were crippled and defeated one after another, and the wolves ran away.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, flesh and blood were flying, and every earth-shattering thunder could bring two or three casualties, and each round of artillery fire was dozens or hundreds of casualties. It took less than half an hour to break through the first two camps of the Jurchen cavalry western battalion, causing casualties among at least thousands of Jurchen knights.

When they arrived at the third and fourth camps of the Western Battalion, many Jin soldiers hid behind a high ground and frantically attacked with feather arrows and crossbow arrows, suppressing the Song army a hundred paces away. The soldiers of the loyal army attacked for a while, but they left hundreds of corpses in front of the high slope.

Countless Jurchen cavalry mounted their horses one after another, with heavy armor in front and light armor behind, surging towards the high ground.

Watching the soldiers fall one after another, Xu Hu's blood poured into his pupils, and his heart was like a knife. He shouted: "Sword and shield hand, artillery cover!"

Dozens of huge long shields stood up, forming a long wall. Xu Hu and a dozen grenadiers hid behind their shields and moved forward.

The Jin soldiers wanted to shoot again, and the artillery of the loyal and righteous army immediately rang out, bombarding the high ground indiscriminately, some of the Jin soldiers were beaten to a blur of flesh and blood, and others lay on the ground tightly, not daring to raise their heads.

The artillery roared angrily, firing at the Jurchen cavalry frantically surging on the side of the high ground, and at a distance of several hundred paces, countless Jurchen cavalry fell off their horses one after another, and the corpses were jammed on the way, and the blood was all over the ground, and the tragic situation was unbearable.

The grenadiers, under the cover of the sword and shield hands, finally approached the high ground, and they threw the earth-shattering thunder ignited in their hands towards the Jurchen cavalry rushing over.

The explosion of "Tongtong" sounded, and columns of smoke rose from the Jurchen cavalry array, and terrible screams rang out one after another, and their offensive was frustrated.

Xu Hu and others took advantage of the gap when the Jurchen cavalry's offensive was blocked, ignited the earth-shattering thunder, counted to three, and threw them on the high ground together.

One of the grenadiers was about to throw a thunderbolt when the arrows whistled, and the grenadier fell to the ground with a bang, and the smoking thunderbolt fell to the ground.

Xu Hu was sweating profusely, kicked and flew away the earth-shattering thunder, and the sound of an explosion in the mud ditch in the distance came, blowing up the mud all over the sky.

The sound of "all-passing" explosions sounded on the high ground, and the screams were incessant, and many severed limbs flew out, and blood and flesh were splashed everywhere.

Xu Hu removed the minced meat and a pile of slimy internal organs from his body, and led people up to occupy the high ground. The shields of the soldiers were erected, and the feathered arrows of the Jurchen knights were shot at them, and the "Bang Bang" sounded.

More than a dozen earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown, a puff of smoke was raised, and the Jurchen knights' arrows were significantly reduced, and Li Xiaochun took the opportunity to lead people to mount one cannon after another.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and load your ammunition, and bang the damn thing!"

Seeing the gunners stunned at the dense flow of golden soldiers, Li Xiaochun's eyes widened angrily and roared loudly.

The artillerymen stabilized their minds and began to reload their ammunition, while the shield-bearers erected their shields around and over the heads of the gunners and grenadiers.

"Commander Xu, your hand!"

A grenadier shouted.

Xu Hu looked down and saw that the little finger and ring finger of his left hand were broken together, and only a layer of skin was left in the middle.

I was nervous just now, but I didn't feel it, but now I feel the pain in my heart. Xu Hu was ruthless, the long knife stretched out, and cut off the little finger and ring finger. He tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped his fingers around it.

"Xu Hu, your hand is injured, you have to go down and rest, leave it to me here, I promise to cry my father and mother!"

Li Xiaochun said loudly, his eyes full of concern.

"Straight sitch thief's less nonsense!"

Xu Hu widened his eyes and said loudly: "Li Datou, even if he has a broken hand, Lao Tzu will still kill the gold thief, let alone two fingers!" You bomb you, Lao Tzu is going down to take revenge!"

Li Xiaochun shook his head, what a stubborn donkey.

Li Xiaochun commanded the artillery, and the Jurchen infantry cavalry frantically surging in front of the high slope, round after round of shelling.

With such a dense crowd, fifty artillery pieces bombarded in turn, coupled with the thrust of earth-shattering thunder, dozens of Jin soldiers were killed and wounded each time, and the gunners fired five or six times, which had already caused casualties among six or seven hundred Jurchen knights.