The sound of horses' hooves was earth-shattering, the Jurchen heavy armored cavalry was in front, holding heavy weapons such as riding spears and iron bones, and the light and heavy armored cavalry were behind with bows and arrows, and everyone opened their bows and arrows, viciously moving forward.

The Song soldiers withdrew about half a mile, stopped, and moved out of the way to both sides. The formation of the Song army behind was not chaotic at all, but the entire artillery position was exposed.

The guns were divided into two rows, crossed and staggered, and behind each gun stood three gunners, their torches already lit and ready to fire.

The Jurchen cavalry rolled in, and soon entered the range of three hundred steps, Liu Wei's palms were sweating, he couldn't hold it anymore, the red flag in his hand waved down heavily, and roared loudly.

"First row, fire!"

The gunners pressed their torches hard against the fire door, quickly crouched down and covered their ears.

Xu Huiyan on the city wall trembled in his heart, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Pong! Disheveled! Ponto!"

The 50 guns in the first row shook, and a wall of white smoke rose in front of the guns. The muzzle of the cannon flashed red, and countless shotguns burst out of the muzzle, tearing through the air, and roaring towards the Jurchen cavalry that rushed towards them.

50 guns were fired together, covering a range of three hundred meters ahead. The Jurchen knights on the horses fell down, dozens of war horses fell with a mournful roar, and the horses and the fallen knights tripped over many of the war horses behind, and for a time people turned on their backs, and screams and wails followed.

The guns of the first row were fired, and the guns of the second row were fired again. Countless iron pills shot out again, and in the Jurchen Iron Cavalry Array, there was another bloody storm.

At a distance of 300 paces, the gunner could fire the gun two or three times, and the gun was fired continuously, and the distance of the rear shot was getting closer and closer, and the lethality was increasing. The sound of artillery came and went, countless Jurchen knights were planted from their horses, many war horses were overturned, countless war horses were overturned, many Jurchen knights were beaten with blurred flesh and blood, not human, and many knights were trampled to death by the war horses of their comrades, which was miserable.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and in front of the entire position was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with corpses of people and horses layered on top of each other, and severed limbs, internal organs, and intestines could be seen everywhere, like hell on earth.

After firing three shots, the gunners turned around and ran backwards, ignoring the guns.

Boluhuo stared at the battlefield in front of him, stunned, his eyes blood-red, as if he was about to spurt blood. These warriors between the white mountains and black waters, in a blink of an eye, became the soul of the Song people's "cannon".

A Jurchen warrior, sitting in a pool of blood, holding his intestines in both hands, trying to stuff it back, makes people's hearts beat. The other warrior had a collapsed face, blurred flesh and blood, and his hands were groping, staggering on the battlefield. Countless warriors struggled, howled, and wept in pools of blood.

The warriors of the Jurchen tribe fought for thousands of miles and killed countless people, but they did not even touch the face of their opponents, and fell under the continuous artillery fire.

Xu Huiyan and the Song soldiers on the city wall were dumbfounded, and everyone was pale, staring at the battlefield silently.

Finally, about half of the Jurchen cavalry rushed through the firing range of the artillery. Seeing that the other party's gunners ran backwards with their lives, not even cannons, the Jurchen knights were all blood-red, brandishing weapons, shouting wildly, and moving forward viciously.

The casualties were so heavy that they were shocking, and they were ashamed to be ashamed to be human if they did not hold this revenge.

Boluhuo's eyes widened and he stared at the front, expecting the Jurchen warriors to break through the battle formation of the Song people and wantonly slaughter each other.

Despite the loss of half of the men, the wild spirit of the Jurchen knights remained untouched, and they were still unbeatable. They roared and rolled forward. Many Jurchen knights put their feather arrows on the strings and aimed at the Song soldiers in front, and as soon as they entered the firing range, they would kill the killer.

Suddenly, the sword and shield hands of the Song army erected a shield wall, and hundreds of Song soldiers who were tall and weight, dressed in leather armor, rushed out, each holding a smoking iron bump, and threw it out with all their strength behind the shield, raindrops, and fell on the path of the Jurchen knights.

The grenadiers were all strong men in the army, and many of them could throw the earth-shattering thunder sixty or seventy paces away. Jurchen knights generally don't shoot at fifty steps, just one or twenty steps, hundreds of heaven-shattering thunderbolts exploded one after another in the Jurchen riding array.

"Pass! Open! ”

The explosion of earth-shaking thunder was incessant, the smoke was filled, and the grenadiers threw out three rounds of sky-shaking thunder in a row, and quickly retreated.

Smoke billowed from the battlefield, and everywhere there were the screams and moans of people, the mournful screams of horses, and the sound of thunderous explosions. Whether it was the Song army or the Jin soldiers, their eyes widened, staring at the smoke on the battlefield.

"Look, don't hurry up and reload your ammunition!"

The men on their backs turned over on their backs, and the gunners came up and continued to reload their ammunition in preparation for the next attack.

The sword and shield men strode forward, erected their shields, and protected the front of the artillery array, the pikemen followed closely, and the cavalry slowly stepped forward and stood on both flanks of the artillery position.

A breeze blew, blowing away the gunsmoke, and the corpses on the battlefield were covered in a sea of blood, scattered with stumps and broken bodies, and the shallow blackened pits looked like they had just been burned.

The sound of artillery roared, the earth-shattering thunder explosion was endless, dense feathered arrows shot out from the Song army's position, and the Song army's cavalry also beat their horses and galloped wildly, rushing forward.

As soon as the cavalry on both sides met, they fell one by one, and the knights on horseback immediately thinned out, and a brutal white-knuckle battle followed.

The two sides fought viciously again and again, fighting to the death, with countless casualties, and the Song army suddenly sounded the sound of Mingjin collecting troops, and the Song soldiers who had lost more than 100 horsemen abandoned the battlefield and left on both sides.

The remaining Jurchen knights, who were less than five or six hundred horsemen, saw that the other party was leaving the battlefield, and they also hurriedly beat their horses and retreated, wanting to evacuate this bloody place as soon as possible.

The cavalry of the Song army dodged to both sides, and the sword and shield hands withdrew, and the artillery of the Song people rang out again.

The Jurchen knights were scattered, and they fled with their lives, leaving behind corpses in one place, and the survivors retreated back to their home camp in fear.

The Jurchen knights in the formation were extremely angry, and they all pointed to the Song army's position and scolded loudly, reprimanding the Song army for continuing to fire artillery after Mingjin withdrew his troops, causing them to lose more than a hundred Jurchen warriors.

Bharu Fire was pale and almost fell off his horse. In this bloody battle just now, I don't know how many girls and true warriors have been lost, and I am afraid that several tribes have disappeared again.

Dong Hu was stunned, the Song army's firepower was so fierce, how should this battle continue?

Li Wei and Shi Yun looked at each other, their faces pale.

The loyal army arrived sooner or later, just half an hour after the two of them opened the city and surrendered. God, is this deliberately difficult to get along with the two of you?

"Bo Lu Huo, whether to fight or withdraw, you hurry up and make a decision!"

Seeing the Song army in front of him slowly coming, the Jurchen generals next to Boluhuo changed color one by one.

In today's battle, the warriors of the tribe were killed and wounded, and after they returned, those weak tribes with heavy casualties would definitely be annexed by other Jurchen tribes.

"Withdraw your troops!"

Boluhuo resolutely gave a military order, and did not drag the mud and water in the slightest.

"After the Yisheng army is broken, each of them will evacuate to the south bank of the Jialu River, and the Song army cannot be allowed to form an encirclement!"

Seeing that the Jin soldiers were preparing to evacuate, Niu Gao nodded, and the rocket took off into the air, shining high in the sky.

The desolate horn sounded, and a group of Jurchen knights rushed towards the Jialu River with the Bolu fire, the dry and cracked riverbed was bare, the snowflakes on it had already melted, and the broken riverbed was the masterpiece of the Jurchens blocking the upper reaches of the Jialu River.

Thousands of Jurchen cavalry rushed to the river, heading towards the other side of the river, and in an instant the entire dry riverbed was already covered.

Dong Hu and the others came out of the south gate of Jialu Village, followed behind the Jurchen cavalry, and frantically headed towards the river.

Xu Huiyan slammed it the city wall. With such a good opportunity, it's a pity that the loyal and righteous army didn't pursue the Jin people!

Suddenly, the soldiers pointed to the direction of the upper reaches of the Jialu River and shouted loudly: "Xianggong, water, there is water!"

Not only did Xu Huiyan and others on the city wall notice it, but the Jin soldiers were also shocked. In the upper reaches of the Jialu River, the water rolls of white flowers, tumbling and rushing downstream.

Everyone was scattered, the Jurchen cavalry desperately beat their horses and galloped towards the opposite bank, the Han Er spread his steps and moved forward frantically, and for a while, the river was full of golden soldiers who fled like ants.

Shao Xing and the scouts stood at the mouth of the blocked weir in the upper reaches of the Jialu River, which had been completely blown open. A few oil-paper-wrapped explosives packets solved all the problems.

Behind everyone, hundreds of golden soldiers under the attack of earth-shaking thunder fled westward. The blockage was blown open, and they also knew that a catastrophe was coming, and they had long lost the courage to continue fighting.

Shao Xing followed the water trend and looked in the southeast direction, dizzy, and sighed at the great power of nature.

Li Wei and Shi Yun were sandwiched between thousands of Han'er who were running wildly, and they sacrificed their lives to run to the south bank of the Jialu River.

On the surface of the river, countless golden people were swept by the river, following the waves, shouting wildly, and tumbling away from the Yellow River in front of them.

The men who had not yet gone down the river were all pale. The Song army on the city wall released arrows together, and the arrows flew wildly, like locusts, venting their anger in their hearts.

Boluhuo boarded the other side of the Jialu River, and looked at the remnants of the Jurchen knights around him, but none of them crossed the river, and he couldn't help but look dark, and almost fell off his horse.

Before he could come to his senses, the voice of the head of the thousand households sounded again, full of fear, "Mother...... Lu Huo, Song ...... Army!"

Bo Luhuo's heart was shocked, and he raised his head, only to see a few miles in front of him, several neat phalanxes coming forward step by step, and the sound of neat footsteps was like a demon's amulet, which made people chill.

And in front of these phalanxes, hundreds of damned artillery guns appeared in front of them again.

Boluhuo slowly drew his long sword, and with his roar, the remnants of thousands of Jurchen warriors rushed forward resolutely.

"The barbarian clan is afraid of power and not virtue!"

Yang Zaixing's eyes were cold, and he waved his hand gently.

The artillery of the Song army let out an earth-shattering roar, and the grenadiers stepped forward one after another, and the sky-shaking thunder in their hands was frantically thrown out, and the Song cavalry on both sides slowly accelerated and headed forward.

Looking at the Jurchen Iron Rider who was constantly falling, Ma Kuo snorted coldly.

"Soldiers, ghosts, too, lure them with profit, and take them from chaos. In the north of the country, the cave dwelling brook drinks, the Ru Mao drinks blood, and the essence of Chinese millennium culture is known! ”

On a high dragon, Wang Song climbed high and looked to the west, the loess plateau criss-crossed in front of him, with thousands of ravines, was so hot, familiar and strange.

Although it is not like the yellow sand of later generations, full of sores, and there is no rough Xintianyou of the old man who stops the sheep, it is the same desolate and barren. In this quiet wasteland far from the hustle and bustle, there is a kind of passionate, high-pitched freedom, vigorous and enterprising primitive flood power, which makes people uneasy and always want to make earth-shattering shouts.

Oh, northern Shaanxi, my harp is so fiercely played for you, my steps are so hurried, do you perceive the throbbing of my heart? Do you see the tears hanging from my cheeks?

Wang Song burst into tears and couldn't help himself. This quiet, fragmented land, where various ethnic groups have fought for thousands of years, carries all sentient beings like ants, hoping for disappointment, disappointment and hope, and the cycle will never stop.