Taiyuan City, the root of Hedong, the head of the three towns in the north of the Great Song Dynasty, the bridgehead of the Jurchen army to invade the Song Dynasty in the south, was immersed in a dark night at the moment.

The charcoal braziers on the city walls burned brightly, and the golden soldiers cruised back and forth on the city. By the light of the swaying fire, you can see that the city wall is covered with human heads, obscure and terrifying. The walls of the city were full of smoke and fire, swords and axes.

The moat was filled in when the Jinmen attacked Taiyuan in the first year of Jingkang, and traces of the trenches dug during the siege can still be seen. After the Jin people occupied Taiyuan City, they did not dredge the moat, which was conducive to the Jurchen iron cavalry galloping.

There is a dead silence in the city of Taiyuan, the original buildings in the city that were almost burned to the white ground have not been fully restored until now, and the ruins and broken walls can be seen everywhere, and the streets are the same as the city walls, and the lights are bright. Jurchen armies from all over Hedong gathered in Taiyuan City one after another, and the streets were full of patrolling sergeants, and Taiyuan City was overcrowded.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door in the dark night, and then the lights on the house left behind in Taiyuan were lit up one after another.

"Are you saying that tens of thousands of Song soldiers went north and are now surrounding Pantuo Pass, yes or no?"

Wanyan Yinshu sat on the chair in the main hall, his face full of shock.

In recent years, Wanyan Yinshu can attack the city and pull out the village, and it is almost invincible, but since the loyal army encountered the city under the city of Tokyo, and the city cannot be broken and returned, the battle behind it has become more and more difficult to fight. After Yan Zonghan sat in the clouds, he became a Taiyuan stayer, barely controlling the entire Hedong.

Except, of course, in the southeast of the river, in a few states and counties controlled by the Loyal Army.

Now the West Route Army of Wanyan Lou Room is about to attack Shaanxi, and the Hedong army is going south to invade the Song Dynasty, and they are tossing on the bodies of several Song women at night, but they didn't expect to be swept away Yaxing.

Hearing the messenger's message, Wanyan Yinshu was shocked, but he didn't expect that he hadn't sent troops to attack Song, but the other party took the initiative to find the door.

"Back to the deputy capital, the Song soldiers have about more than 1,000 cavalry and more than 30,000 infantry, and in the evening today, they surrounded Pantuo Pass, so Li Tong sent a small one to ask for help!"

The messenger said in trepidation, a look of trepidation on his face.

"The Song soldiers are coming, and they are defending the city, and they come to me to ask for rescue, which is really a wretch, and you still have a fart!"

Wanyan Yinshu snorted in his nose, stood up from his chair, and said disdainfully: "Pantuo Pass is easy to defend and difficult to attack, just let Li Siben defend the city, without ten days and half a month, the Song soldiers can't attack it at all."

He gathered his army and horses in Taiyuan City and was preparing for a large-scale southward invasion. The heavy grain and grass in Taiyuan City were piled up, and soldiers and horses from all walks of life were gathered, and there were already 30,000 or 40,000 people.

He never expected that at this time, Song Jun would actually knock on the door, and it was really timely.

"Deputy commander, please send troops earlier, Wang Song personally commands the troops, the stakes are very high, and I hope the commanders will understand!"

"It's okay, you go back and tell Samoulu and Li to keep the castle well. Early tomorrow morning, this official will send another 5,000 soldiers over!"

After speaking, Wan Yan Yinshu had already stood up and retreated into the back hall.

The messenger also wanted to step forward and explain the situation, but the deputy general Sha Guzhi stretched out his hand, blocked the messenger, and rolled his strange eyes and mocked: "There are only tens of thousands of Song soldiers, could it be that Li Siben and his six thousand people are rice buckets." Besides, there are still 2,000 cavalry of Samoulu in Guanli, and when the battle is engaged, as long as the horses rush, the Song soldiers will collapse without a fight! Li Siben has a rice bucket, and he still has the face to save the soldiers, so don't get out yet!"

The henchmen drove the messenger for help out of Wanyan Yinshuke's mansion. The messenger had no choice but to return to his life.

The weather is clear, the blue sky is spotless, and a few white clouds are lingering, overlooking the land. The Changyuan River is rolling south, and the waves are bursting, as if they have no intention of witnessing the fight in this world.

This Pantuo land, the throat of Shangdang to Taiyuan, has been a battlefield since ancient times, and a radius of hundreds of miles is a place of killing. Now this place has once again become the focus of contention for the Song army.

In the second year of Jingkang, Yao Gu's 40,000 army, afraid of cowardice, was defeated by the Jin people here, the corpses piled up like a mountain, and the blood flowed like a river. Now the Song people have fought back, but they don't know who killed the deer this time.

Along the Changyuan River to the east, a neat phalanx of foot soldiers moved forward. The sound of neat footsteps was shocking, and the front army, the left army, and the right army were lined up and forward, and the cavalry of the guerrilla army were separated and swept left and right.

The Chinese Army and the Xuanfu Division were personally commanded by Wang Song and commanded by Zhang Xian.

Wang Song's big tent of the Chinese army was set up on a high slope, five or six miles forward is Pantuo Pass, and the sour jujube trees on both sides of the official road were cut down and few were left, and many of them had withered and died. Most of the waist-high weeds in the fields have been burned at some point, and the remaining piles on the left and on the right have long since dried up. In the midst of the ashes, bones can be seen everywhere, and I don't know if they were burned or if they were like this before.

Wang Song couldn't help but roast the fish frantically, and shook his head. The Jin people invaded the Song Dynasty, and it was the common people who suffered. The fertile fields are barren, the corpses are everywhere, and countless people have died of starvation and disease, and sooner or later this blood debt will have to be repaid by these beasts.

When they reached the distance of three miles from Pantuo Pass, as the horn sounded, the brigade stopped, quickly formed a formation, and a square battle formation was quickly formed

"Cannon!"

Li Xiaochun urged loudly, and the gunners quickly put the cannon on the ground, waved their hammers, nailed the "Bangbang", and quickly lined up in three rows.

"Check the artillery, reload the ammunition!"

Li Xiaochun's voice sounded again, and the gunners hurriedly loaded up.

Liu Wei's hands trembled a little for the first time in actual combat, and he accidentally spilled the cannon body and a place.

"Be careful!"

Li Xiaochun glared and said: "I usually train well, as soon as I go to the battlefield, I will show my stuffing, hurry up and clean up!"

Liu Wei nodded yes, reloaded the primer, loaded the lead pill, and pressed the lead pill with two catties of iron pills.

Everything was correct, Liu Weicai stood up, stood beside the artillery in a proper manner, and formed a straight line with the other gunners.

On the wall, seeing that the Song army was so close to the formation, and there was no chariot to cover it, Samoulu couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Li Siben, you are sweeping the formation, and I will lead the cavalry to attack. Once Song Gou can't support it, you will lead your subordinates to attack. ”

Li Siben's face was pale, and he nodded: "I wish the general a victory, and the general is careful!"

The gate of the village was wide open, countless war horses roared out, and the knights were all in iron armor, with hideous faces, holding Zhangxu's riding spears. Behind these heavily armored knights, the lightly armored knights took their bows and arrows, ready to attack.

The Jurchen knights rode slowly, like a wall, the men and horses had protective gear, the iron armor was strong, the spears were thick and long, all of them were powerful, and the momentum was overwhelming, and the soldiers of the loyal army only felt an invisible huge force rushing towards them, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Behind these heavily armored cavalry, countless Jurchen knights in light armor were already slowly stretching their bows and arrows, eager to try. Some of the knights looked excited, apparently thinking that another hearty massacre was coming.

Li Xiaochun stood in the middle of the artillery position, his eyes fixed on the horses, the hideous and ugly Jurchen cavalry, his face was gloomy like water.

The Jurchen knights, who had been beating their horses, began to speed up, and rushed towards the Song army's position like a storm.

Wang Song stood on a small hillside and looked forward, the Jurchen cavalry was skilled and well-trained, and he couldn't help but secretly praise, such knights are rare in the army, these guys are born warriors on horseback.

It's just that the Jurchens are used to being arrogant, and they dare to attack their own army of 30,000 with only two or three thousand people, who gave them confidence?

Thousands of troops and horses roared in, smoke and dust rose, iron horses were horizontal, the earth trembled, the faces of the Song soldiers in front of them changed color, and many people became heavy and short of breath.

Half a year ago, they were just farmers with hoes in the countryside, men carrying goods in shops, boatmen rowing boats on the river, and teachers dancing and writing in the school, but now they are soldiers who charge first and fight on the battlefield, facing the fierce and invincible Jurchen cavalry of the other side.

In the large array of the front army, several Song soldiers were pale, their legs were trembling, they couldn't bear it anymore, threw down their spears, turned around and fled. Some of the other Song soldiers shivered, screaming and running backwards. The phalanx, which was still in order just now, instantly appeared with many vacancies.

As soon as the Song soldiers, who took the lead in escaping, ran a few steps, Yang Jin came on horseback, and cut off half of the man's arm with a single sword, blood splattered, and Song Bing fell to the ground, howling heartbreakingly.

Dozens of veterans rushed out, swords and guns were raised, bloody blades were one after another, and the deserters were cut down and stabbed to the ground, and the screams were endless, and soon there was no sound.

Yang Jin carried a bloody long knife and shouted angrily: "Those who escape from the battle will be killed!"

The bodies of the deserters were dragged out, and the rest of the soldiers immediately followed, and the phalanx was restored to its entirety.

"Escapee, die!"

The officers roared, and the recruits who watched were terrified, and quickly turned their heads to face ahead, not daring to look back again.

Seeing that the deserters in the crowd of the Song soldiers were quickly executed, and the corpses were piled up on a hill, there were as many as one hundred and ten people, and he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, the military discipline of the Song people was so strict, I am afraid it would not be easy to deal with.

Seeing that the Jin soldiers had already ridden down the slope of the walled gate, Zhang Xian waved the flag in his hand, and the soldiers quickly turned around and ran back.

When Samoulu saw the Song soldiers retreating backwards, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and sure enough, it was a local chicken and tile dog, and it was vulnerable.

"Kill Song Dog!"

He drew his sword, shouted loudly, and walked forward.

The Jin cavalry is still the old method of warfare, every fifty people are a team, the first twenty people are fully equipped with heavy armor, holding long riding spears, some are almost two zhang, are centurions and thousand-necks in the army. The last thirty men wielded their bows and arrows, and many had mounted armor on their horses.

Yang Jin's face was solemn, this was the regular cavalry of the Jin people, no wonder two or three thousand people dared to rush into the front army.

After the Song soldiers in the front row withdrew to the artillery position, the Song soldiers immediately assembled in formation, and the entire artillery position was relinquished.

Seeing the artillery position of the Song soldiers, Sa Moulu couldn't help but be stunned, but he had to send it. Only by quickly rushing through and dispersing the Song army's large array can we gain the first opportunity.

Yang Jin's palms were sweating. If these small cannons can't block the other party's thunderous blow, I am afraid that their front army will be scattered.

"Grenadier, prepare to attack!"

In desperation, once the artillery can't stop it, the grenadiers can only engage in battle.

On the high slope, Wang Song raised the clairvoyant mirror in his hand, and Ma Kuo, Yang Zaixing and others beside him also held their breath, and everyone looked towards the front line together.