The Jurchen cavalry on the left flank were all taken aback, and they couldn't imagine that the Song army could complete the change of formation in an instant. The Song cavalry retreated, and one artillery cannon after another aimed at the rolling Jurchen cavalry.

The power of artillery, although most of the Jurchen cavalry have not seen it, it is also familiar to them. Coupled with the fierce shelling of the Han army, everyone in the Jurchen cavalry was solemn and frightened.

The bow was on the string, and it had to be sent, and the Jurchen knight urged the war horse and galloped forward. Now there is no possibility of stopping, even if it is to sweep away the wings, it will cause a great chaos in the cavalry formation.

Moreover, without a military order, no one dared to act rashly. The Jurchen military orders were strict, and ordinary sergeants did not dare to take a single step.

The Jurchen cavalry quickly entered the distance of 300 paces in front of the formation, and was already within the range of the artillery.

Before the Jurchen cavalry could disperse to both sides, in the artillery position of the Song army, the red flag in the hands of the officers waved down heavily, and the gunners quickly lit the lead, and the 50 guns in the first row immediately began to bombard.

"Pong! Disheveled! Ponto!"

Plumes of smoke rose, 50 artillery pieces and 5,000 iron bullets shot out quickly, "poof" into the human body and the horse, bursts of blood mist rose in the Jurchen cavalry array, the Jurchen cavalry in the front row was basically swept away, and countless knights planted their horses.

People were screaming and groaning, horses were screaming in pools of blood, Jurchen warriors were tripped off their horses, and war horses trampled over them, turning into flesh in an instant.

The firing of 50 guns in the first row caused casualties among more than 100 Jurchen knights. Before they could react, the 40 guns in the second row began to roar again.

Small cannons are more powerful at close range. By the time the first round of 140 artillery pieces was fired, the position more than 200 paces ahead was densely packed, and five or six hundred Jurchen knights had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Dutong, this won't work, let the warriors withdraw! If you continue to fight like this, when you reach the opponent's position, there will be thousands of warrior casualties!"

Wan Yan Sali's eyes were slightly red, and he shouted loudly.

In today's battle, he has lost too many Jurchen warriors, and if he continues to fight, he doesn't know how much he will lose.

"Order the cavalry on the right flank, step up the attack, and destroy the Song cavalry as soon as possible!"

Wan Yan Lou Room bit his lips tightly, and said word by word: "No matter how big the casualties are, Wang Song must be left today, otherwise my Great Jin Dynasty will be destroyed!"

Endless Han'er rushed over, and endless arrows shot out, forming an exchange of fire with the soldiers of the loyal army. Nearly 2,000 pikemen took a few steps forward and set up a tight array of guns.

The artillery of the front army raised the artillery and ran back, withdrew into the battle formation, and quickly went to the high ground on the right flank, the artillery was quickly arranged, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the Jurchen cavalry on the right flank.

After the arrows took off, the cavalry of the loyal army on the right flank and the Jurchen cavalry on the left flank collided fiercely, and countless knights fell off their horses.

The Jurchen cavalry on the right flank was divided into two thousand-man teams, wanting to repeat the same old tricks as before, cruising out of the position, waiting for the opportunity to shoot the cavalry of the loyal army with bows and crossbows.

"Pong! Disheveled! Ponto!" The sound of artillery continued, dozens of artillery pieces opened fire together, shooting towards the two Jurchen thousand-man team, the Jurchen cavalry dropped hundreds of corpses, and hastily dodged into the distance, far away from the artillery of the loyal army.

"Pikemen, thorns!"

Seeing the men who were swarming up, Yang Jin's eyes were red.

"Brothers, kill! Song Jun can't hold it anymore! ”

Dong Cai brandished a long knife and commanded the Han'er forward.

Before he could engage with the Song army, he had already lost more than 2,000 soldiers, which also made Dong Cai's heart tremble. The minions are not so easy to be, and if they don't have the slightest military exploits, they will be kicked away mercilessly by the Jurchens.

If you want to get a better position and stay in a more comfortable place, you have to make more achievements. When the Jurchens use him, aren't they using these cannon fodder under him?

Wanyan Lou's face was even more ugly, seeing that the seven or eight thousand Han'er had already joined the Song army and started a white-knuckle battle, why couldn't he move forward, and he was stunned by the other party's two thousand people, stubbornly blocked in front of the position.

The Jurchen iron cavalry was rampant all over the world, and the murderous and ferocious people made the Song people terrifying. And these Song soldiers, cold and cruel, not afraid of casualties, like cold stones, are more terrible than the Jurchens.

The Jurchens also had to think about their own tribe, and if they suffered heavy losses, the tribe would likely be swallowed up by other large tribes.

And what are these Song soldiers trying to do, they are silent like this, stabbing out one shot at a time, and those who fall will be immediately replaced and continue to fight.

In front of such a cold steel beast, he felt cold and depressed, and he could not see any hope of defeating the other party.

Perhaps, the other party will be killed, but the other party will never give in, and you will never be able to conquer the other party.

Today, we must leave Wang Song here!

These cold and cruel Song soldiers were all concocted by this person. Kill Wang Song, break the Optimus Pillar of the Great Song Dynasty, and when the time comes, who else can stop Dajin's iron horse from going south!

In front of the pikemen position of the Song army, the fallen Jin soldiers had already lined up into a crooked mountain. Due to the large number of dead and wounded Jin soldiers and the high pile of corpses, the pikemen had to retreat dozens of steps, regroup into formation, and fight with the Han Er who pounced.

Some of the Song soldiers were already numb, they just moved forward hard, facing the Han who pounced, mechanically stabbing the spear in their hand, coming and going, and the movements were the same.

Every time a shot is stabbed, it brings up a blood flower, and the spear is like a forest, and when it is stabbed and collected, it is a blur of flesh and blood. Han'er fought alone, even if he was brave, he couldn't resist the assassination of two or three people at the same time, one by one, Han'er fell to the ground, and the pile of corpses in front of the pikemen gradually rose again.

"Spear, thorn!"

With the shout of the officer, the spear in Li Sanwa's hand stabbed out fiercely. The man on the opposite side was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, he was hit on the neck, and shot a stream of bloody arrows, spraying Li Sanwa everywhere. He clutched his neck and fell, his mouth squeaking, but he couldn't utter a word.

Seeing that dozens of comrades fell in front of him in an instant, they let out a terrible scream, and the death was extremely ugly. One of the men let out a scream, threw away the steel knife in his hand, and reflexively ran backwards, quickly breaking away from the battle formation.

"Poof!"

A feathered arrow shot in front of Han'er, and Han'er stumbled and slowly fell to the ground.

The Jurchen officer put down his bow and arrow, and there was no expression on his cruel face.

Wan Yancai's face changed, and he scolded Han'er loudly, urging them to move forward and continue to fight.

The sound of "killing" sounded loudly, and the pikemen of the Song army became more and more brave as they fought, and more and more Han'er were stabbed to death by them on the battlefield, and blood stained the ground red.

These pikemen constantly change positions, assassinate for a while, the front automatically retreats, and the rear automatically steps forward to restore strength.

The pikemen had several officers in each platoon, and even if one of the soldiers fell, the rest of the pikemen remained in formation under the command of the officer. Even if some rangers rode up, they were stabbed or stabbed by these people, and they were killed one by one, without the slightest fear.

Although the number of these people is constantly decreasing, and the formation is also constantly thinning, the number of Han'er who died under their hands is far greater than theirs.

The spear was stabbed out again and again, the sound of "poof" entering the body was endless, and the screams came and went, and the entire front army position had become a hell on earth, and thousands of dead people were piled higher and higher, and the piles were getting bigger and bigger.

The loyal army had less than 2,000 pikemen, blocking the attack of tens of thousands of infantry on the other side, and the killed and wounded Han'er was no longer below four or five thousand, and half of its own casualties were also lost.

On the right flank, the cavalry of both sides was engaged in a fierce battle. After paying nearly 2,000 casualties, the Jurchen cavalry on the left flank finally broke through the artillery range of the Loyal and Righteous Army and collided with the 1,000 Song heavy infantry in front.

The heavy armored cavalry held a two-zhang spear as thick as a goose egg, wearing more than 60 catties of foot armor, half-squatting on the ground, the spear against the deep pit in the ground, and the spear head was lined up, aiming at the Jurchen cavalry rushing over.

As soon as the two sides collided, the sound of spears entering the body was endless, countless war horses were stabbed to the ground, countless heavy infantry were knocked out, and some people shrank to the ground and could not get up again.

The spears in the front row pierced countless horses, forming a chaos in front of the right flank position, and the offensive of the Jurchen cavalry slowed down, and then, forty or fifty earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown out, covering the range of thirty or forty meters in front of the formation.

Countless pillars of smoke rose up, horses neighed, and hundreds of Jurchen cavalry fell into the smoke of earth-shattering thunder.

The hoplites marched forward, swords and axes, reaping the lives of the panicked Jurchen cavalry.

Wang Song stood on the high ground, and the soldiers next to him were all elated, but he seemed to be contemplative.

Judging from the sound of the earth-shattering thunder explosion just now, the soldiers are afraid that they will run out of ammunition and food.

Li Xiaochun hurriedly hit the horse to the front of the hillside, and immediately hugged his fists and said: "Xianggong, the cannonballs have run out, and there is not much medicine left, what should I do now?"

"The artillery was all converted into pikemen to support the pikemen. Collect all the primers and carefully wrap them into a medicine bag for later use!"

Li Xiaochun had just left, Xu Hu was covered in blood, and he came on horseback, and he also said urgently: "Xianggong, the earth-shaking thunder has been used up, the grenadiers are assembled and on standby, please give orders!"

Wang Song nodded and said loudly: "All the grenadiers have been replaced with pikemen, and the armor has been stripped off from the brothers who died in battle." The grenadiers support the heavy infantry, and they must hold the left flank!"

Xu Hu's face was heavy, and he clenched his fists and left, while Wang Song looked at the battlefield in front of him and was silent.

Watching the Jurchen knights get off their horses one by one, he couldn't hold back any longer, and knelt down on one knee and said, "Dutong, please order Mingjin to withdraw his troops!" If this continues, I am afraid that our army will be greatly damaged, and it will be difficult to recover!"

After Yan Sa left the drink, he cried even more, and he choked up: "Dutong, hurry up and collect the troops!" More than half of our army has already been killed and wounded, and if we continue to fight, it will be a bad thing! It's a pity that there are so many Jurchen warriors, they still have parents and wives, quickly order the withdrawal of the army! ”

Wanyan Lou Room's face was pale, his lips were biting blood, he stared at the fierce battle in front of him, and saw the Jurchen cavalry chiseled in step by step from the left and right flanks, and Han'er also began to press step by step, and couldn't help shouting.

"The Song army is already at the end of the crossbow, and it is trapping the beasts and fighting, as long as they rush for a while, the Song army will collapse. If you can't kill Wang Song today, you will suffer from it in the future!"

He pointed to the battlefield in front of him and said angrily: "Sang Yin, you and the two Mouke will go to the left flank and charge." Let's go and storm the left flank of the Song army and see if we can break through the Song army before it gets dark!"

Everyone was shocked, there were only 2,000 people left in the Chinese army, and as soon as the four Mouke came out, there were only 700 people left, and if the enemy attacked, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Before the generals could speak, Wan Yan Lou's face changed, and he said loudly: "Do you want to violate the military order?"

The generals left, each mobilized a soldier and horses, and left. Wan Yan Lou Room clenched his fists.

No matter what today, I have to cut off the head of Wang Song's guy.