Black smoke billowed and the flames soared into the sky, and the lively town was shrouded in black smoke and firelight. The helpless people panicked, screaming and screaming, fleeing in all directions. The murderous golden soldiers are all hideous, and the devil in their hearts is indulged in unleashing.

"Slaughter all these Song dogs, not a single one will be left!"

The unbridled killing, the atrocities raged in the daylight, the corpses all over the ground, the blood all over the ground, the houses and dwellings of the past, burning in the smoke and fire, weeping silently.

Finally, the happy killing ended, and the looted booty was carried on the shoulders, of course, including the countless plundered Song women.

"Let's go, go to Guzhen, and loot again!"

The Jurchen generals immediately set up a bound Song woman, full of ambition.

"General, if we don't go back to Handan, we're almost done looting today."

The general Han'er next to him was full of smiles. Looking at his big bags and small bags, it is obvious that he has gained a lot.

"Lu Hu, you don't understand this. This is the military order above, saying that there is a glass and firearms workshop in Guzhen, let us explore. ”

Lu Hu smiled: "Glass and firearms, this is a good thing." Presumably, the solid town, the gold and silver are much softer. We're going to have a good plunder!"

The Jurchen generals also laughed and shouted loudly to restrain the soldiers. Everyone rode up, with great momentum, and went straight to the northwest.

The sound of horses' hooves rolled and kicked up a trail of dust.

Several knights galloped along the official road, and when they saw Wang Song watching by the river, the knights reined in their horses, rolled their saddles and dismounted, and were agile.

In front of Wang Song, the leading knight knelt on one knee, hugged his fists and said: "Xianggong, on the south bank of the Lishui River, there is a large team of fans coming, and it is less than ten miles away from here!"

Wang Song was stunned for a moment, the Jin people appeared on the south bank of the Xushui River, and they had already arrived in the hinterland of Zhaozhou, and it seemed that the Song army in Zhaozhou was also not good.

"Xianggong, the number of fans is about 3,000, the cavalry is thousand, and the rest are foot soldiers."

"Let's go down and explore!"

The scouts got on their horses and roared away. Wang Song saw that they were vigorous and light on the horse, and nodded secretly. After a lot of hard work, he finally became such a tiger and wolf man.

"Ma Xuanzan, let all the people retreat to Xishan."

Wang Song shook his head and said: "It's better to meet by chance, all the fans are killed at the door, we can't watch from the wall!"

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. Since he recovered from his injuries, he has been in obscurity, and now he is probably on a certain scale, and it is time to shine his sword.

Cizhen is only more than ten miles away from Guzhen, and the cavalry is coming, and it will arrive in an instant. With so many refugees in the West Bank, they cannot afford to be harmed.

The military order was issued, the refugees were in a mess, and everyone panicked. The soldiers stepped forward to appease, helped the old and the young, and led the people to the mountains to the west.

"Xianggong, whether you want to defend the city or not, it is much easier."

"With so many people, let's still fight in the field, otherwise they will do something!"

The drums were dense, and countless Song troops lined up, and soon, along the river, a huge army array was formed.

There were more than 30 swarthy guns, of two sizes, 17 or 8 pieces of 400 jin and 300 jin each. In front of the heavy artillery, hundreds of small cannons were neatly arranged. The gunners sat on the ground, calm and ready for battle.

In front of the heavy artillery array, the tall and fair-skinned Liu Hongjin was holding a clairvoyant mirror and looking nervously to the south.

On the small artillery position in front of the heavy artillery, the dark and short Zhang Xuezhi also had a serious expression, and he was also holding a clairvoyant mirror in his hand, watching intently.

In the first battle of Yangjiagou, the loyal and righteous army lost too many elites, especially the middle and grassroots officers, and many backbone forces such as Li Xiaochun and Xu Hu also died in battle, so that there was a fault in the officers of the loyal and righteous army.

Liu Hongjin and Zhang Xuezhi were proficient in artillery operation, trained gunners, and commanded artillery.

The importance of officers to the military is self-evident. Wang Song also spared no effort in training officers. In the Loyal and Righteous Army, the grassroots officers are basically battle-hardened soldiers, and the promotion of Liu Hongjin and Zhang Xuezhi for such technical arms as artillery is somewhat different from before.

Anything new must not follow the rules, and this is exactly what artillery officers do.

Behind the artillery array, spears are like forests, shields are like walls, and several neat rectangular huge arrays are like axes and machetes. The sergeants were iron-clad and straight, straight and solemn, and from a distance, they looked like sculptures.

Five or six hundred black-clad and lightly armoured, neat and solemn knights, lined up along the banks of the river, were ready.

Smoke and dust rose from the dust, and the scouts of the Loyal Army galloped wildly, coming from the south to the north from a distance, heading straight for both sides of the great array.

The smoke and dust are billowing out, the sound of horses' hooves is bursting, the strange whistling is endless, and the horse team comes from the south, and the momentum is quite terrifying.

When they got closer, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the hideous face of the Jin army came into the eyes of the army.

Iron armor runs through, and almost all the war horses are covered with light and heavy armor, and they are equipped with spears and hard bows on their horses, and there are feathered arrows in the leather bags on their shoulders. These people are all brave and brave, with stout figures, and a pair of fierce eyes that are shining brightly, and they can't hide their anger.

In the middle of the Jurchen cavalry array, the black pressed a group of men with guns and knives. The Han children had large bags and small bags on their bodies, carrying grain, holding pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks and other poultry in their hands, and returned with a full load after robbing the house.

On the horses of the Jurchen knights, in addition to the different colors of the big and small baggage, there are also some young women, who are also tied up on them.

On the sharp blade in the hands of the Jurchen knights, the blood stains had not dried, and it was obvious that they had just gone through a bloody killing.

A desolate horn sounded, and the Jurchen cavalry came slowly. The Han'er were also brandishing knives and guns, making strange screams that shook the sky, and rushed towards the Song army's position.

Wang Song is dead, and these guys are still pretending to be ghosts here, which is simply unreasonable.

If you don't kill happily today, I'm sorry for going out on a hot day.

What's more, there are mountains of gold, silver and jewelry in the iron workshop, and even women like flowers and jade.

"Straight sissy thief!"

Liang Xing scolded fiercely. These golden soldiers use Han'er as cannon fodder to preserve their strength.

Poor people will have something to hate. If you want to follow the Jurchens to get a piece of the pie, I'm afraid I played three wrong sets this time.

"Steady, fucking hold it for me!"

Li Jin's face was hideous, and he shouted angrily.

"Fanzi is also two-legged, a human head, what's so scary! Fighting with Fanzi is not necessarily dead, if you escape from the battle, you will definitely die!"

"The military order is like a mountain. Killing the enemy is meritorious, and there are many rewards. If you run away, you will not be killed, and your family will be implicated!"

The Song army was in a large array and soon quieted down.

In the land of two rivers, the people are fierce, and these recruits are also grown up, unruly, and strong-blooded, compared to the straw bale forbidden army in Tokyo City, I don't know how much stronger.

After continuous high-intensity training, the imprint of obedience is deeply rooted in the heart, and there are officers who have been in a hundred battles to press the formation, and the psychological endurance is naturally much stronger.

"Archers prepare! Grenadier ready!"

Seeing that the opponent was about to shoot with his bow ready to shoot, Li Jin shouted loudly: "Raise your shield!"

The feather arrows that covered the sky and the sun were whistling and galloping, densely covering the sky, and the sound of "poof" was endless, and there were many soldiers on both sides, screaming and falling.

The Song army was fully armored, and he didn't dare to take it off on a hot day. Unlike the Jurchen knights, the Han'er was not fully armoured, and the casualties suffered were far greater than those of the Song army.

The Jin people's military orders were strict, and there was no Ming Jin to withdraw the troops, so the Han people could only continue to move forward.

The earth-shattering drums sounded, and more than 3,000 foot soldiers of the loyal and righteous army under the command of the six commands were neatly aligned, stepping on the steps, and went straight to the howling men.

The sword and shield hand is in front, the grenadier is in the center, and the pikeman is behind, each with different complexions, but they are neatly arranged, their steps are the same, and the temperament of the strong army is undoubtedly revealed.

The Han'er came all over the field, getting closer and closer to the position of the Song soldiers. The Song army marched like a wall, calmly and unhurriedly, and the pace was the same.

The Jurchen generals on the horse were taken aback. He never imagined that in the remote place on the west bank of the river, there would be such a strong Song army.

The Jurchen knights had long swords and bright swords, riding spears like forests, and they opened their bows and arrows, staring at each other. If the men hesitate, their feathered arrows will whizz out without mercy.

The Han'er stiffened their heads, shouted and continued to step forward, and soon collided with the Song soldiers who came.

"Pong! Ponto!"

The continuous sound of artillery sounded, a pungent smoke rose in front of the heavy artillery position, and more than 30 solid iron balls roared out, heading straight for the galloping Jurchen cavalry.

The iron ball roared and flew into the Jurchen cavalry array, or smashed directly on the centaurs, piercing the bloody holes, or smashed on the ground and bounced forward, I don't know how many war horses were injured. In the Jurchen cavalry array, the screams of people and the mournful screams of horses sounded one after another, and countless knights fell from their horses.

The war horse rolled to the ground with a mournful roar, and a group of people turned on their backs, and flesh and blood flew sideways. The Jurchen heavy-armored knights in the front row were either killed or wounded, their flesh and blood blurred, and they fell to the ground.

Liang Xing was dumbfounded. The sun was high, but a chill ran through his heart. If this iron ball hits himself, he won't break his muscles and bones?

The Jurchen cavalry were also terrified. These men were very brave, hid themselves in their horses, clung to their backs, and galloped forward.

The sound of artillery sounded one after another, and at a distance of two miles, the heavy artillery fought four rounds, and the heavy artillery bombardment stopped only when the Jurchen knights reached two or three hundred steps in front of the formation.

"Pong! Ponto!"

The sound of small cannons rang out one after another. Although the sound was not as loud as that of heavy artillery, it was also continuous, and the pungent smoke of gunpowder filled the artillery positions.

The Jurchen knights planted their horses one by one, the cavalry in the front was almost swept away, countless knights and war horses fell to the ground, and the screams of pain were heart-rending and terrifying.

With such a close distance and such a powerful impact, every time 100 small cannons were fired, it was 50,000 rounds of iron bullets, densely packed, covering the entire forward position.

Even if the Jurchen knights hid behind their horses, trying to disperse as much as possible to reduce casualties, they were still knocked down from their horses piece by piece.

300 small cannons, divided into three times, fired and bombarded uninterruptedly, continuously. Each gun fired three or four rounds before it stopped.

Immediately afterwards, more than 30 heavy guns that had been adjusted to the angle followed and roared angrily.

Seven-pound solid iron balls roared out, smashing over some of the remaining Jurchen heavy armored cavalry in front, and fell to the ground one after another.

The horses screamed in pools of blood, and the corpses of the Jurchen knights wriggled on the ground, screaming. The severed limbs, the internal organs and intestines of people and horses were everywhere, and the corpses were overlapped, and the entire river became a hell on earth.

The faces of the remnant Jurchen knights on the battlefield were as earthy as earth, Zhao Yun shook his head, and rushed forward with the cavalry.

When the whistle sounded, the loyal soldiers roared wildly and pounced on the panicked men.

The roar of heavy artillery and small artillery was continuous, endless, and everywhere there were panicked and panicked golden soldiers.

The sound of artillery outside finally stopped, and Wang Song stood up and shook his head gently.

"The war is coming to an end, and it seems that the soldiers will still be able to catch lunch."

Liang Xing walked in, his face solemn.

"Xianggong, the prisoners were tried, Wu'an and Handan were occupied by Fanzi, and the city of Zhaozhou was also in danger. Fanzi went to Guzhen, and it seemed that he came prepared. ”