The air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke and blood, the flames were still burning on the ground, the corpses were lying on the ground, and hysterical shouts, screams, running and even cries were mixed together.

The horse team, which no longer dared to go around the arc, rushed towards the human wall of the Huaxia Army, and in front of them, a whole row of smoke rose up.

The war horse rolled down in the run, the knight on the horse fell to the ground, and the thousand-pound war horse smashed the knight's body, the bones broke and squeezed the flesh, the blood rushed out of the exploding membrane, and the companions in the rear fell one after another.

At the moment of the all-out confrontation, Ning Yi was looking at everything around him on horseback.

If it is in the film and television works of later generations, at this time, perhaps there should be grand and tragic music, the music is either called "Twilight of the Empire", or "Ruthless History......

Hai Dongqing, who couldn't find his master, flew in the sky.

Winsa fell in a pool of blood.

He tripped indirectly over the second round of rockets, and his armor fell to the ground, causing him to faint for a moment, and when he woke up, a myriad of buzzing sounds were spinning in his head.

The war horse with a broken leg neighed and struggled on the side, and in the distance, there was a scene of the war horse being blackened, and the remaining flames were even burning on the ground, and the wounded war horse and the wounded man staggered to their feet...... He turned his head to look at the end of the battlefield, the surging horse team rushed to the position of the Huaxia army, and then it was like hitting the waves of the reef, and the war horses in front of him fell like a mountain, and more like scattered waves, rushing chaotically in different directions.

He didn't even have a specific reaction in his mind, and even the recognition of "it's over" didn't come down at this time.

As a Jurchen general, he has experienced countless battle formations, victories, and defeats, and has long had the experience of getting up from the corpses of his companions, but at this moment, the powerlessness that seems real and seems illusory, he has never experienced in his life.

The Han man named Ning Yi turned over his unbelievable hole cards, and Dajin's 30,000 elites were pressed under his palm.

This kind of cognition is actually mixed with more vaguely perceptible things, before the war, there is a possibility that Ning Yi will be cheated, and everyone in the army is not without cognition - but at most, they will only think of the appearance of 30,000 defeated and regrouped after retreating.

30,000 Jurchen elites were swallowed by 6,000 black flags, and even in the worst imagination, no one would discuss such a possibility with their companions.

But what if it's true?

The smoke and flames and the bloodshot vision had made it impossible for him to see the situation on the other side of the Huaxia Army's position, but he still remembered Ning Yi's indifferent gaze.

This Han man who killed the handsome man in the northwest turned it into reality on this day.

So what's next......

Something like this flashed through his mind, and then he let out a blood-stained roar of "ah-" in front of him. Since the Guardian Dagang passed, they have ravaged the world, and the same shouts have been heard many times by Wen Sa in the mouths of his opponents. Some of them came from the killing field of the opponent, some came from the prisoners who lost the war, and those who were covered in blood and had tears and despair in their eyes always made him feel strong.

This moment was the first time he uttered the same, hysterical cry.

……

The human wall advanced in front of the bullet and then turned into corpses and peeled away, and the flames of the bombardment formed a barrier for a while, clearing a burning ground in front of the crowd, and the shells blasted the human body into a twisted shape.

On this day's Wangyuan Bridge, it cannot be said that the Jurchen troops who participated in the war lacked courage or chose the wrong way to deal with it. If you look at it from the back to the front, it is certainly a wrong choice to cross the river and fight and let Ning Yi choose the fighter, but in the case of 30,000 against 6,000, this concession by Wanyan Xianbao can only be regarded as a non-war crime.

In the face of scientific and technological progress that has crossed a threshold, no matter who it is, someone will always be hit by this knife on the head. In the face of huge changes, the judgment and reaction of Xianbao at the first time are up to the standard of a famous general, and it is impossible for him to make an order to turn around 30,000 people at the first time of the war, and the only choice can only be to fight fast and break through the strange barrier formed by the other party.

And the middle and low-level generals in the vast majority of the golden soldiers also received such a sense of urgency as soon as the horn sounded.

At least at the first moment of the battlefield confrontation, what the Jin soldiers launched was a charge that could be called the unity of the people.

However, some people's fear was already felt moments after the second round of rocket bombardment.

The second round of saturation launches of rockets in groups of five. Seven groups of a total of 35 rockets in a short period of time shot into a long row and landed on the central axis of the 30,000 people rushing into the formation, the rising flames even once overwhelmed the sound of the Jurchen army rushing into formation, each group of rockets will almost draw a curve on the ground, the crowd is emptied, the human body is lifted away, and the crowd charging behind will suddenly stop, and then form a surging squeeze and stampede.

A group of rockets even landed in the Jin Man's artillery ammunition pile, forming an even more violent chain explosion.

The central axis of the charge suddenly formed chaos.

Some people were even subconsciously frightened and softened.

On the front line, a round of firing of more than 4,000 muskets absorbed a lot of blood, and in a short period of time, thousands of people were shot, and nearly 2,000 people fell and tumbled. Such a scene was accompanied by a huge amount of smoke and dust, and the people in the rear pushed over in the blink of an eye, but the entire charging front was actually distorted.

Generally speaking, people who have been in the field for a long time will get used to a saying. On the battlefield, an ordinary army will collapse if it loses one achievement, those who can withstand two percent of the damage are already elite soldiers, and those who can withstand more than three percent of the losses without collapsing are strong armies that can dominate the world. But such a statement actually has its scope of application.

The difference between one, two, and three percent damage mainly refers to the losses that an army can bear in a certain period of time in a battle. An ordinary army that has lost 10% of its losses can still continue to fight after it has been gathered, but such a ratio does not apply in the whole battle in a row. In terms of quality, the revenge army led by Xianbao is a strong army that can still fight if it can lose more than 30% in ordinary battles, but on the battlefield in front of it, such a measurement method cannot be applied.

The damage at the first time was too great.

The courage that is aroused at the first moment of battle will make people forget their fear for a moment and launch a charge desperately. But of course, there is a limit to such courage, and if something is slapped down at the peak of courage, or if the charging soldier suddenly reacts, the seemingly infinite courage will also fall to the bottom.

Three rows of muskets fired one round, and then another, and the surging army fell like a raging wheat. At this time, the 30,000 Jurchens carried out a charge of six or seven hundred meters, and when they reached the front line of 100 meters, the speed had actually slowed down, and the shouts were certainly spreading in the sky, and the soldiers who had not yet reacted still maintained their fighting spirit, but no one really entered the line that could engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Huaxia army.

The heavily armoured Jurchen generals may have been left behind, and the lightly armoured soldiers were practically unable to resist the penetration of muskets after crossing the hundred—or fifty—line.

The muskets were fired mechanically, with a small number of soldiers wounded by the flying arrows, and several muskets exploding during the shots, injuring the shooters themselves, but the rest of the queue simply loaded, aimed, and fired mechanically. After that, the third round of rockets was launched, and dozens of rockets drew a crooked line on the 100-meter line where the Jurchens charged.

Fear can no longer be suppressed.

Some of the soldiers who had rolled to the ground began to play dead, and some of the running soldiers in the crowd stopped limply, looking around, and even rear, and the chaos had begun to spread. Wanyan immediately slashed his sword and shouted to the surrounding generals: "Kill the enemy with me-"

Later, someone shouted: "Death to those who stop," although this kind of shouting played a certain role, but in fact, at this time, the charge was completely free of the constraints of the formation, and the military court corps had no room for law enforcement.

In the position of the Huaxia army, Ning Yi commanded the phalanx of rockets: "Prepare three groups, row to their back road, and tell them that they can't go-"

After that, some Jurchen generals and soldiers launched round after round of charges towards the positions of the Huaxia army, but to no avail.

Before noon, countless smoke and dust rose from the plain at the southern end of the Wangyuan Bridge, and the musketeers of the Huaxia Army began to march in formation, and the officers shouted "surrender and not kill" to the front. Rockets flew out from time to time and landed in the fleeing or attacking crowd, a large number of soldiers began to retreat towards the river, the location of the Wangyuan Bridge was set on fire by rockets one after another, and most of the Jurchen soldiers could not escape from the river because they did not know the nature of the water.

On the plain, groups of people threw down their weapons and knelt down, more people tried to scatter and flee around, and the horse team of more than a thousand people led by Han Jing had already reinforced, although the number was not large, but it was the most suitable thing to use to pursue the rout.

Wanyan Xianbao's heroic charge did not have much impact on the battle situation, in fact, the only chance for him to bet was only the choice of "attack" or "escape" at the beginning of the battle. And after seeing the situation collapse, he didn't choose to flee in the first place - he had to make an effort at least once.

Perhaps—he thought—there would be another chance.

Many years ago, the Jurchen army, which was still extremely weak, rose up against the Liao, and Aguda won the battle with 3,700 men against 7,000 men at Chuhedian, but in fact, they had to fight against more than those 7,000 people. After that, he won with 20,000 against 700,000 at Hubu Dagang, and the Jurchens at that time were not sure of victory.

"When you are not sure, you have to die."

Jurchen has been brilliant for many years, and she has come through this way.

He prayed to the war song in his heart, and the light shone on the charging army. In the process of charging, the slanted horse was first killed by the flying bullets, and he himself rolled to the ground, and then fainted. Quite a few of the guards tried to rush to his rescue, but many were shot in the middle of the charge.

……

Roar, my White Tiger Mountain God!

I am the one who overcomes ten thousand and is favored by heaven!

……

He then woke up once, broke free from the support of the people around him, waved his knife and shouted, "Rush-" and then fell to the ground after being hit by a flying bullet on his armor.

In a daze, he thought of his father, he remembered the country and ethnic group he was proud of, and he thought of his numbness......

……

O sun of the nine mountains in the south!

O upright and unyielding grandfather of the East!

Look at me—

……

The soldiers of the Huaxia Army came and grabbed him, and after a little examination, they dragged him forward, and the blood in Xiebao's heart faded slightly, and thinking of the possible consequences in this situation that he had never tried before, he struggled and began to shout hysterically. The soldiers of the Huaxia Army dragged him through the explosion points where black smoke rose from all over the place, and when he looked up, a man in a long military coat walked towards him.

This is Ning Yi.

This is also the first time he has faced this demon among the Han people. His face was like that of a scholar, but his eyes were piercing.

……

Look at me—

……

"I ......"

Slanted Bao roared!

“…… I'll kill you! Thou hast made evil spells! It's witchcraft—"

His hands were tied behind his back, his mouth was covered with blood, and he spurted out of his head, his face was already twisted and hideous, and his legs were so powerful that his head was about to pounce and bite at the other. At this moment, even if he died, he would have to scare the demon in front of him and let him understand the blood and courage of the Jurchens.

The White Tiger God and the Ancestors are singing for him. But the look on Ning Yi's face, which was coming towards him, did not change at all. His steps were still stepping, and his right hand was raised.

Almost at the next moment when the slanted guard pounced, Ning Yi's heavy punch roared out and slammed into the side of the slanted guard's face.

The humming of the song in my head stopped. Xianbao's body flipped in a circle in the air and slammed to the ground, half of the teeth in his mouth fell out, and his mind was in chaos.

Turning around with difficulty, Ning Yi was standing in front of him, looking at his face indifferently, when the soldiers of the Huaxia Army came over and dragged him up from the ground.

"Don't let him die, I will execute him on the spot in front of Wanyan Zonghan."

Before he could frantically struggle again, someone removed his chin and tied him up.

The battle at Wangyuan Bridge began at three o'clock in the afternoon on February 28, and before the time came, the battle of the main body had actually come to an end, and the subsequent clearing of the battlefield took an hour or two. After the time passed, Zong Han and the others received the first information from Wangyuan Bridge in the Shiling camp. Wan Yan Sheye Ma shouted: "This must be fake, tie up the messenger!" ”

It doesn't really take long to confirm the information.

Next, it's all a taste that has never been experienced before.