The scouts on both sides are constantly fighting each other on the front line, and the so-called scouts are all elite scouts in the army. These scouts had to find out the opponent's actions before the main armies of the two sides officially fought a decisive battle, and the crossbow arrows and sharp daggers in their hands were the weapons to harvest life.

"The enemy of the Lord has slowly approached, and the information from the scouts indicates that the Song army has deployed cavalry on both flanks." Chen Zhuang rode on his horse and looked at Lu Zhan, who was expressionless beside him, and reported.

It was getting dark, as if to signal a light rain to come. This was not good news, as the gunpowder needed for muskets would not ignite if it got wet, as happened during the Battle of Sarhu.

It seems that some luck is needed in the war, and it will be dangerous if the other side drags on all the time.

"In addition to strength, luck is needed in war, but depending on the weather, the god of luck will not befall us this time. So we have to force the enemy to attack first. ”

Lu Zhan took a deep breath and said slowly to Chen Zhuang, all this was like a dream. As a defender, he actually wants to force the enemy to attack.

"My lord, I see." Chen Zhuang then rode his horse to the front of the formation, and led hundreds of cavalry out of the battle to the range of the Song archers.

The cavalry led by Chen Zhuang was like a fly, and if they couldn't be killed, they could only be rushed.

And many soldiers on the Song army side were in an uproar, after all, this was really too much.

Ji Qingquan looked at Chen Zhuang who looked at the small black dot in the distance with a calm face, "Tell the soldiers to attack today and defeat the enemy in front of you before it rains." ”

At this juncture, the main generals who can take command of the expedition are all battle-hardened veterans, and it is difficult for such people to be provoked. However, now that the Song State has such an obvious military strength, it is inevitable that it will despise the Yanzhou army led by Lu Zhan.

In addition, Chen Zhuang made such a fuss, so this Ji Qingquan decided to send troops to defeat the enemy army in front of him in one fell swoop.

"Xiaohan, look at this Song Jun's trick." Lu Zhan laughed when he saw Song Jun get his wish. The enemy followed his own ideas, and then the odds of victory were undoubtedly much greater.

The war horse under Duan Xiaohan kept sneezing, looking a little restless, and Duan Xiaohan also seemed uneasy. The army in front of him is his enemy, but this disparity in strength is real

"Then let the musketeers play."

"You see, our musketeers are hiding behind the second platoon, and when the enemy is within range, the musketeers can do it."

The musketeer stood behind his comrades and hidden, and many of the musketeers had sweat on their hands. Training is training, but this is the first time that real combat has been conducted. No one knows whether this Song army can resist the attack of the musket and kill in front of them.

The infantry on the Song side had slowly pressed up, and nothing could be heard on the silent battlefield except for the sound of the wind, footsteps, and armor colliding with each other.

The season of late winter and early spring still carries a lot of chill, and when it is about to rain, both sides want to end the battle before it rains, and the pace of the Song army, which had been slowly and neatly advancing, suddenly began to slowly accelerate, and after walking a distance forward, they could start to run and rush towards the enemy formation.

After the horn sounded, the Yanzhou army in the first row suddenly ran to the rear, which made the Song soldiers dumbfounded.

Is this a scared person who didn't dare to fight so he retreated, what is the black iron pipe in the hands of the soldiers standing in the second row?

Although the soldiers of the Song army were suspicious, they continued to approach under the urging of the commander.

"Ready, put!" As Lu Zhan shouted out, the herald beside him blew a bamboo whistle.

The soldiers of the first row half-knelt down, the muskets in their hands made a thudming sound, accompanied by white smoke rising, and the soldiers of the first row of the Song army suddenly fell.

Before the other Song soldiers could react, there was another volley.

"What kind of demon magic is this! This, this, this"

"The Yanzhou army has ghosts and gods to help, let's escape."

"What they have in their hands must be magic weapons, what should we do."

All this happened so suddenly, this thing is really beyond my own cognition, and in the face of such a situation, it can only be attributed to the theory of ghosts and gods.

Not only were the soldiers who launched the attack dumbfounded, but even Ji Qingquan was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a situation in so many years of marching and fighting.

The original marching procession stopped, and the firearms in the hands of the Yanzhou soldiers continued to make terrifying noises and strange white smoke, and then the comrades beside him fell down one by one.

Looking at the appearance of the fallen comrades, it seems that something invisible has hit.

"Erzhuzi, are you okay, let's stop fighting, let's go home."

"Brother, I'm in so much pain."

Screams spread through the ranks of the Song army, but more terrifying things were yet to come.

The cannons began to roar as soon as they were aligned, and the four cannons resounded in the sky like the god of thunder.

If Lu Zhan hadn't told the soldiers before the battle began, no matter what noise was made in his military formation, it was made by his own people, otherwise his team might collapse first.

Accompanied by the roar of artillery like a god of thunder, it was like a mythical hellish scene, and the solid iron ball ploughed through the ranks of the Song army.

Everywhere the shells went, there were stumps and severed arms, and the smell of blood filled the air. Finally, some Song soldiers still couldn't stand the pressure and began to vomit, and many began to slowly retreat.

"No matter what demon method Lu Zhan used, he ordered the soldiers to attack it, and those who took a step back were killed! Hundreds of people were defeated and hundreds of households were killed, thousands of people retreated and thousands of households were killed, and 10,000 people were defeated and killed generals! As Ji Qingquan began to issue an order not to retreat even a single step, the Song army also began to slowly regroup.

Seeing that Song Jun was still approaching Lu Zhan, he also pinched a sweat, once the musket was overheated, it would not be able to fire, not to mention that if Song Jun resisted the pressure and rushed up, he would be invincible with two fists and four hands.

Fortunately, the soldiers in the first wave still couldn't withstand the pressure, and in the Cold Weapon Era, a force would be defeated after being reduced by more than 30 percent, not to mention that these Song soldiers thought that Lu Zhan's Yanzhou army still had ghosts and gods to help.

After repelling the first wave of the Song army, the rest of the Song army did not dare to take the initiative to ask Ying to go into battle, after all, what they got after rushing forward was not credit but death.

Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder in the silent sky, and after the lightning streaked across the sky, a cold spring rain began to fall slowly.

"It's raining, let's call it off."

With Ji Qingquan's order, the Song army began to retreat slowly, and a big battle finally came to an end.

After seeing the Song army slowly retreating, Lu Zhan also breathed a sigh of relief, if the Song army withstood the pressure and pressed all the soldiers in one go, the outcome would be unpredictable.