On the battlefield, there are more mosquitoes and flies than people, and the smell is pervasive, even if people take a few breaths after exercise, they can't help but feel nauseous and vomiting.

But these small problems can never stop those in power from pursuing victory. So it was with Jeluhonki, and so it was with Ganch.

The cavalry of the Liao people came up, the ironclad cavalry, the most elite of the leather room army, and the last reliance of the Khitans.

The horse's hooves went straight up the slope, throwing bags of sand directly under the city wall, and the Song army and the Liao army were already close at hand at this moment.

The spears on the head of the city continued to stab the Liao army on the horses, and the feathered arrows in the air shot down countless mosquitoes and flies in the air, and finally shot on the iron armor, mostly clanging, if the giant crossbow came out, it would also shoot a person on his back and turn over.

The height was too low, so after the Song soldiers picked up the stones, they would often hold them high, so as to ensure that the stones they fell down were powerful, but they were often shot by the crossbow arrows of the Liao army.

Iron armor is the only reliance on human life.

The oil poured out, and the black smoke was filled with it, which was particularly choking, but there were still many soldiers who liked the choking smell in the black smoke, because at least they could no longer smell the incomparable fishy smell in the black smoke.

The city tower is very high, one by one the shooting port, the lookout, the huge ballista is next to Ganqi, from the Ganqi looking at the battlefield lookout hole, the military Han made a sound of snorting, with all his strength to do everything.

Ganchi came and went from the many firing ports, keeping an intently eye on all the situation on the battlefield.

Datong this battle, must not be defeated, this is Gan Qi's most advantageous battle, once Datong falls, and then want to rely on Yanjing City to stabilize the position, Gan Qi himself has no confidence, the defeat is like a mountain, for the Liao people, for Gan Qi is the same, once Datong is defeated, want to stabilize the situation in Yanjing City, it is almost unrealistic.

Both sides bet all their main forces on Datong City, that is to say, Datong will determine the historical direction of Yanyun, if Gan Qi is defeated, it is not Yanjing City that can be counted on, but Yanmen Pass and Juma River.

No one can accept defeat in this battle, so everyone is doing their best.

"It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up!"

The excited shouts were reminding Ganqi of the changes in the situation, and the Liao army's progress on the last section of the ramp exceeded Ganqi's expectations, and in just a moment, the height of the sand and gravel was already close to the battlement.

Gan Qi could see the situation, but he was waiting, waiting for the first wave of cavalry of the Liao people to complete the task and turn back to re-line the charge, just waiting for the Liao people to retreat, Gan Qi immediately shouted: "Lower the yellow flag, lower the yellow flag!" ”

The soldier's hand, trembling, drew his sword and cut the rope, and the yellow flag on the flagpole fell directly.

In an instant, all I could hear was the crackling of drums, followed by shouts.

Countless Song soldiers jumped down from the battlements, spears and shields, and then rejected horses.

Rush, kill......

On the high platform in the distance, under the canopy, Yelu Hongji stood up suddenly, his face changed slightly.

Yeluren next to him was also shouting: "Song people rushed out? How could the Song people rush out? ”

The Liao army's military plan has obviously been brewed for many days, and it is no simpler than Gan Qi's, and all the details of the battlefield are considered clearly.

But it seems that they did not take into account that the Song people would rush down the slope, and the Song people would leave the high ground undefended, and rush down the low ground to confront the Liao cavalry?

Yelu Yixin immediately said: "It's okay, according to the plan, the second wave of cavalry has already gone up, and it will inevitably scatter the Song people." Gan Daojian's hand is just a battle of trapped beasts. ”

Yelu Hongji no longer sat down, stood high, looking at the battlefield in the distance, the cavalry rushed up, in front of the rejection of the horse, the people turned on their horses, but they went forward one after another, many war horses jumped high, rushed into the Song soldiers, and the white-knives battle had begun.

"Thorn, stab, stab!"

"The one on the ground, stab him to death."

The heads of the mighty army shouted with all their strength.

"Resist, resist, as long as you resist, the trick will be successful."

"Kill!"

"Don't retreat, don't retreat! Raise your shield. ”

"Pick up the man on the horse!"

"Go forward, go forward, take back the rejected horse."

They all shouted, and suddenly the sound stopped abruptly, and a spear pierced his face, and the man fell straight to the ground, trampled on the ground by the footsteps of countless people.

The Song army, which had just rushed down, was hit by the Liao cavalry after a while, and retreated again and again. This is not a soldier who does not serve to die, but a time when manpower is poor.

Ganchi was already in a hurry, and all the eagerness was written on his face.

"Xianggong, do you want to go down the red flag?" Someone around me was asking.

Gan Qi settled down: "If you don't go down the red flag, before the time comes, the first day of the new year, under the impact of horse speed, it is normal to retreat, not for a moment, you will be able to stabilize." ”

What Gan Qi said, in fact, is not the determination of the heart, but there is no way to do it, if it really makes the Liao army rush up in a wave, it is too late to open the artillery, and the cannon is not the Liao forward, the angle of the muzzle of the cannon, the firing boundary is not right, and it can not hit the Liao striker, and can only hit one or two hundred steps outside the ramp. The cannon was not originally designed to hit a close enemy, even if the muzzle of the gun was directly opposite, it would not be able to hit a close enemy.

At this time, the effect of firing artillery will not be so good, only when the scene is stalemate, and the enemy and us are in a dilemma, and when the Liao people continue to gather in front of the ramp and are in a dilemma, is the time to really open artillery.

Only in this way can the morale of the Liao people be broken in one fell swoop.

At this time, Gan Qi was only anxious, and only hoped that the battle line could be stabilized.

The situation became more and more dangerous, and the Liao people were getting more and more advanced, and they had already rushed to the bottom of the ramp, and the battle line could not be stabilized.

He was so anxious that Gan Qi paced non-stop, shouting in his mouth: "Reserves, 10,000 people, rush down, squeeze down!" ”

This is a cruel method, which is to let the people in the back block the people in front, so that the people in front have no way back, either huddle together and squeeze into sardines, or go forward. Even if he is dead, falling to the ground is an obstacle, and it is also a rejection of the horse, and the human flesh is a rejection of the horse.

Ganchi gave the order, his teeth clenched together, the muscles in his cheeks bulging, and his eyes lit up.

"Ordered. Under the purple flag, under the purple flag. ”

Block, block. Gan Qi didn't shout out of his mouth, but he had shouted countless times in his heart to "block".

"Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

"Brothers, the service death is today, serve the public to death!!"

The leader of the team shouted like this, the head of the whole shouted like this, the commander of the army shouted like this, and the commander of the battalion shouted like this.

On the city wall, on the slope, people are closely attached to each other, there is no place to toss, and the horses of the Liao people come one after another.

Di Yong has been staring at the cyan flag on the side of the city tower, the big flag that belongs to him, he is nervous, he doesn't want to show the nervousness in his heart, but he is still sweating like rain.

The flag, still no order.

There were 20,000 ironclad knights in the audience, all watching everywhere.

"General, did Xianggong forget to give us an order?"

"Bullshit, fucking wait." Di Yong scolded, his hands kept sliding the barrel of the gun, so that the sweat on it quickly evaporated.

The horses of the Liao people began to violently rear-end each other, like the scene of a serial car accident. The Liao people also began to fit closely, squeezing in front, pushing in the back, rushing, killing, and shouting.

For them, this is a war that represents humiliation, it is they who have buried the inheritance left by their ancestors for more than 100 years, and today they are mourning soldiers, and they want to take back the inheritance of their ancestors. They want to recover the mountains and rivers, so that they can have the face to face the Liezong, and there are countless Khitan compatriots of Yanyun waiting for them to save. Of course, the victory in this battle, the fertile land was the promised reward of His Majesty the Emperor.

And His Majesty the Emperor is clenching his fists, and his fists are constantly waving in the air, gritting his teeth in his mouth: "Rush up, rush up." ”

The situation was stalemate, the speed inertia of the horses was stopped, and halfway up the ramp, in the mud, no one on either side could help anyone, only the dead people, the Liao and the Song, dyed the mud red.

In the dilated pupils, the last thing I saw was a pair of feet and horseshoes.

Gan Qi of the city tower muttered to himself: "More more, more dense......"

He was waiting for the endless Liao people to be completely huddled together, and this was the meaning of the Song soldiers rushing down the slope. The Liao people could not get on the city wall, which was the basis for the collapse of the Liao people, and artillery was a fatal blow.

I am afraid that the Liao people really rushed to the city wall, and their morale is greatly boosted, thinking that the city is broken at hand, and I am afraid that the artillery will not be enough to reduce the confidence of the Liao people to win at that moment.

Artillery, it's not something that the Liao people have never seen, tiger squat cannons, assault muskets, fire thistles, rockets, the Liao people have seen it, and a few explosions on the battlefield will not really scare the Liao people.

If Gan Qi thought that as soon as the artillery was fired, the Liao people would tremble with fear from the loud noise, it would really be a fool's dream.

That's why Gan Qi uses his artillery so well-intentioned, to really let the artillery bring enough lethality, to let the artillery come out, the enemy's formation is chaotic. That can only make the Liao people close enough together.

At this time, all the Liao people were crowded under the ramp, thirty or forty thousand cavalry, and the time came.

"Under the red flag, under the red flag." Gan Qi shouted, and even jumped to his feet and shouted, it was not that Gan Qi didn't know how to maintain his majesty, it was that Gan Qi really couldn't help but make such a move, he jumped up and shouted, pointing to the battlefield, shouting hoarsely, a little out of shape. It's like being suppressed for so long, completely released at this moment.

This is a colosseum, not a place for people.

Gan Qi is the most cruel, bloodthirsty and terrifying beast. He even gambled his life here, he never thought about where he would run once the city was broken. Because once the city is really broken, whether or not he can live can only be left to God, and it is not up to Gan Qi to decide again. The cavalry of the Liao people is no worse than the cavalry of Ganqi, and the horses of the Liao people do not have to be worse than Ganqi's horses.

"Fire, fire!"

There were loud noises in the air, black and white smoke was angry, with the smell of gunsmoke, and the word "gunsmoke" was used to refer to the battlefield, in fact, it was a very late thing, at least until the Ming and Qing dynasties, the battlefield would really be filled with gunsmoke, and gunsmoke could also represent the battlefield.

The loud noise broke through the sky, reverberating back and forth in the sky, and Yelu Hongji looked up and looked at it, slightly distracted.

Yelu Yixin said: "Your Majesty, it's okay, the Song people just brought firearms, and the horses are okay, but the damage is insufficient, as long as the horses are stabilized." ”

Controlling horses is an easy skill for the Khitans.

It's just that as soon as Yelu Yixin's voice fell, the reality was a little wrong, even if it was so far away, he could still clearly see the soldiers in front of him, falling to the ground one by one.

Solid projectiles do not explode, but they jump and roll, and the projectiles that are fired, like footballs, gallop forward with strong kinetic energy, knocking down all the people and horses they encounter in a tight formation until the kinetic energy is exhausted.

Yelu Hongji pointed ahead, turned his head and asked, "Yixin, this is ......?"

Yelu Yixin couldn't answer, and was a little dumbfounded.

Yeluren replied first: "This is a tiger squatting cannon, a big tiger squatting cannon." ”

"How big is this? How could the Song people make such a big tiger squat cannon? How could gunpowder be so powerful? Yelu Hongji obviously knew what the tiger squat cannon was, and he asked questions again and again, and his wheezing voice became louder.

Yelu Yixin no longer cares about any artillery or cannons, the eagerness in his heart does not need to be less, and he said straightly: "Your Majesty, if the cavalry stalls, it will be difficult to enter the city, and when you send foot soldiers to go forward, the foot soldiers are conducive to climbing, and you must rush to the city no matter what." ”

Yelu Yixin hurriedly turned his head: "Beat the drum and order, press the foot soldiers, rush up, you must rush up, otherwise you will come to see you." ”

It's messed up, the plan is at this moment, it's messed up......

From the time when the first wave of cavalry did not quickly enter the city, the plan was bound to be chaotic, unless Ming Jin collected his troops and came all over again. But the matter has come to this point, and it is obvious that there is no room for the collection of troops in Mingjin to come again.

After building the slope, he didn't go up to the city quickly, this is what Yelu Hongji didn't expect anyway, the ramp that cost hundreds of thousands of people's lives to build out, everything was pressed on this ramp, almost desperate, didn't go up? If you can't even go up the ramp to Datong City, what else can you do to break the city?

A round of artillery has been released, and the gunners are very busy, cleaning the chamber, recharging and projectiles, and adjusting the angle of the muzzle slightly.

"Quick, quick, ignite!"

The interval between the shelling was not very long, but Gan Qi felt that the days were as long as years, and he stood at the firing port and shouted, and sent the leader to urge again.

The second round of artillery rose again, and a hundred hot projectiles flew out, harvesting columns of human lives, and the iron armor was like paper paste in front of the projectiles, and the only thing that could stop the projectiles from rolling continuously was the weight of people and iron armor.

Yelu Yixin, who was in the distance, heard the second round of shelling, and there was only one sentence in his mouth: "Such a sharp weapon will not last long, it will not last long, it will not hurt, it will not hurt......

Yelu Yixin comforted himself and the emperor, it doesn't matter whether he is sure or not, he just asks for God's favor.

The roar that echoed in the sky did not disperse for a long time, coming and going.

The iron ball was huge on the flesh, and the shattering it brought was like pounding garlic, which was extremely tragic.

The fear of the soldiers on the battlefield was already spreading, and countless people began to look around, wanting to see where the roar was coming from.

Ganchi was still shouting hoarsely, "Hurry up." ”

The towering banner of the city tower was lowered again, and another 10,000 reserve troops pressed up, even if they couldn't press it, they struggled to squeeze up.

The ramp was built by the Liao people at the cost of countless lives, and it is also the only sustenance of the Liao people for victory. This ramp must not be allowed to go up to the Liao.

As long as this is the case, the Liao people will be defeated. Therefore, no matter what the cost, Gan Qi is willing to do it, and he can't help it. People's iron and blood are ruthless, and they are all forced out.

Yelu Yixin also muttered to himself: "It will not last long, it will not last long, it will stop ...... soon"