Yang Lin gathered all around Yizhou

People shout and neigh, the spirit is as strong as a mountain, the flag is covered, and the sword is cold.

Yang Lin was dressed in a military uniform, tired and slightly hunched, and all the key positions on his body were covered with iron, according to Lu Qian's plan, he couldn't wait to block his eyes. If he hadn't been angry with a straight face, I'm afraid this armor would have been a little heavier.

This military village dragged on for a long time, so that he could finally calmly mobilize all the military horses near Yizhou to gallop to fight the Jin people in the field.

Before the war began, Yang Lin issued a clear order, this time it was to defend the territory, unlike the last time to expand the territory, what was wanted was to fight for every inch of land.

Before the war, everyone asked Yang Lin to watch the battle in the city and wait for the results of the battle, but this time no less than seventy or eighty thousand people gathered, and the Jurchen on the opposite side was half of their main force, and there were also sixty or seventy thousand.

In a big battle of this scale, it is not too much to say that it is a decisive battle, how can you wait in the city. After all, the young generals here do not have a strong commander, so it is difficult to cooperate tacitly and advance and retreat in a measured manner.

The Jin soldiers, who were attacking the walled city, retreated in an orderly manner with their shields, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Song soldier on the walled city raised his head to shoot arrows with great joy when he saw this.

The Jurchen soldiers below shot more than a dozen arrows in their backhands, and the young soldier was immediately nailed to the wall, Wu Jue shook his head lightly, and said loudly: "Don't act rashly." ”

Wu Xuan crawled over and wanted to probe his nose, but found that his neck had been shot through. A wave of hatred filled his chest, he lay on the ground and thumped hard, and slowly retreated.

Wu Jue took the opportunity to say: "Our battle is over, and it is already a miracle to stay in this bird village for three days, and no one can fuck it." The people who beat with iron can't fight anymore, and they all give me a good life, let's sit and watch Shaozai succeed in the first battle. ”

The remaining 100 people in the entire military village slowly gathered and looked down through the perforations in the wall.

The Song army in front of him was already very close, his face was faintly recognizable in the smoke and dust, and the sound of horses' hooves rolling shook the ground slightly.

The Jurchen soldiers and horses on the opposite side, holding their blades, imitated the shouts of the flying eagle wolves, which was deafening.

Such a spectacular scene, even in the camp of the two armies, few people can get a glimpse of the whole picture. Now Wu Jue and other hundred and ten people on the military village happen to have this vision, and the more clearly they see, the more shocking they are.

On the side of the Song army, there were no ghosts crying wolves, all the soldiers were surprisingly silent, only the sound of war drums and horns was desolate and distant.

Yang Lin waved his hand, and the three armies moved slightly, like the fall of Mount Tai. With a heavy step, the sonorous sound is in the ears. The cavalry was on both flanks, forming a wild goose formation, ready to surprise on both sides. Behind them, the phalanx of spearmen and archers was advancing "sonorously".

In a large group battle with thousands of troops, this kind of military parade is actually a sign of the imminent start of war. The scorching sun was in the sky, thousands of troops and horses on both sides of the open field under the military village, the sword halberd was cold, and the cold suppressed the scorching sun in the sky when the heat was scorching. The spearmen of the Song army were sonorous in iron armor, holding a shield spear in their hands, lined up in a dense formation, there were twenty rows, forty columns, the spears were held high, and they stepped forward like a woodland, and with a loud shout, all the staggered soldiers knelt on one knee, and the spears pointed forward, forming a three-dimensional defensive gun array.

At the forefront of the line were the Jurchen Tartars with heavy weapons such as hammers, maces, halberds, and fire forks hanging on the victory hooks, and their sturdy and sturdy bodies allowed them to keep their heavy weapons within reach. Looking further back, the scimitar is like grass, the road is reflected like the scale of the river, and in the middle of the Chinese army, a black dragon flag is erected straight.

This strong fighting spirit and gunsmoke inspired the man's spirit in Yang Lin's bones, no wonder ordinary people on weekdays can often fight unwillingly on the battlefield.

"Kill!" A voice roared out the turbidity of the entire chest cavity oppressed by the momentum of the Jurchen Tartars, the sound was like thunder, rolling too low, and with an order, ten thousand arrows were fired together, like dark clouds, and the sunlight in the sky was darkened.

Dozens of horns blew a desolate and agitated horn at the same time, and the Jurchen battle array was activated at the same time, and Wanyan Zongwang's eyes revealed a murderous aura, and he personally put on armor and charged forward. I saw that the arrows pierced the edges, covering the sky and the sun like flying locusts, and the Jurchen iron cavalry instigated, driving the Khitan vassal army to take the lead, the men and horses were like rolling floods, and the Song army on the opposite side was like a piece of standing still mountain peaks, seeing that this huge wave and the mountain peak were about to collide together.

Wu Jue and Wu Ling were fascinated by it, and watching a big battle from this perspective was too great for the improvement of the two talented young players, it was like suddenly pushing open a door. Maybe the experience that can be summed up after fighting dozens of times on the battle array, now you just need to watch and figure it out with your heart. In history, Wu Jue has been beaten by the Jurchens, defeated and fled from Shaanxi to Hanzhong, and then fled to the gate of Shuzhong. It wasn't until after Yan Lou's death that Wu Jue suddenly opened up, and Xianrenguan defeated Jin Bing in a battle. It can be said that without him, the Great Song Dynasty will inevitably lose Sichuan.

Arrows in the air, fighting and shaking the sky, surging like a surging giant wave of water, although it seems to be chaotic, in fact, each has its own rules.

The rise of a generation of famous generals requires luck, and the current battle is not a good thing for the soldiers on both sides, but it is really an opportunity for Wu Yu and Wu Lan.

In their eyes, there are countless Song soldiers and miscellaneous people of various ethnic groups in the Jin Kingdom who are fighting selflessly. The big battle that happened in front of them was cruel and tragic, making the mountains and rivers change color and make the wind sad and the sun.

In fact, the infantry-based arms may not be invincible against the cavalry-based troops, and if they are in the mountains, valleys, and swamps, they may be able to gain a big advantage. For example, the current valley is the battlefield carefully selected by Yang Lin, and the world-famous Liao extermination army did not take much advantage in front of the more than 70,000 Song army soldiers.

The large array of the Song army was immobile under the impact of the surging enemy cavalry like a tide, and the large and small battalions had their own rules, and they could slowly advance to launch a counterattack, but the Khitan iron cavalry, a vassal army of the Jin State, was surging back and forth like a flood in the gap left by the Song army's camp, and they could not rush in, but were shot many horses.

A big battle, at dusk, the two sides are still inseparable. The bowstring vibrated violently like a buzzer, and Wanyan Xiyin couldn't help but raise his head to look. I saw that above the mountain where the Song army was relying on it, hundreds of red tassels hunted and danced, and the Great Song archers who formed this iron wall also opened the strong bows and crossbows in their hands, raised the angle, and sent out another round of arrow rain.

"How many bows and arrows do the southerners have!" Wanyan Xiyin roared angrily, really a little aggrieved. The opponent is obviously not as brave as his son, and he is good at arching and riding and shooting, but he has never been able to slaughter this group of southerners like defeating the Khitans.

An irritable aura scurried back and forth in his body, and the denser rain of arrows in the distance fell overwhelmingly, and in front of the Khitan vassals' soldiers and horses, it was like a dark cloud suddenly falling.

Yang Lin in the distance, looking at the casualties of his soldiers, also forcibly endured the depression in his heart. Who would have thought that in the first large-scale confrontation between Song and Jin, the two sides would fight for their lives as if they were crazy.

After tonight, I'm afraid everyone will really understand that this is a never-ending war!

Like this battle, I don't know how many more will be in the future, maybe every day.

The national fortunes of Song Jin in the next hundred years will be seen after this great war that spread throughout Youyan.