Regardless of the casualties, the Liao army rushed straight to the artillery battalion and left. The Han cavalry also immediately responded, divided a thousand cavalry to deal with the Liao cavalry rushing over, and the other thousand cavalry rushed straight to the artillery battalion from another direction, the situation has reached this point, the purpose of the Han cavalry is no longer to prevent the Liao army from breaking the formation, but to save as many gunners as possible.

On Zhao Xingde's side, the core of the circle formation was more than two hundred artillery men who were protected by spearmen and archers. The essence of the entire Han army, however, because the Liao cavalry appeared too suddenly, the hastily formed artillery crews did not have the conditions to set up artillery at all, and the space was narrow, and if they wanted to open artillery, they had to let the spearmen on the periphery disperse. If it was the spearmen of the Xia Kingdom, they might be able to complete such a complex action under the threat of thousands of iron cavalry charging into formation. However, for the Han army, which tried their best to have all their courage not to turn around and flee, at this juncture, any gap in the spear array would be used by the Liao cavalry to break through.

Whether it is the Xia State, the Song State, or the Liao State or the Jin State, when the artillery army was first established, gunners were invariably selected from elite archers, and now, the gunners in the Han army's artillery battalions have also picked up bows and arrows and returned to the role of archers. Compared with the Jurchen archers, who were mostly deputy soldiers, the brawl and accuracy of the more than two hundred gunners were superior.

More than 4,000 iron cavalry opened the charge with great momentum, although there were nearly 4,000 foot soldiers in the circle, but they looked extremely small. The Liaoguo Iron Cavalry was getting closer and closer, and unlike the previous charge, it was really rampage. Thirty paces away, the cavalry not only did not cross their horses and release their arrows, but lowered the blindfolds on their horses' faces and drove their horses to speed up their charge. There were constantly war horses stumbling and falling, but the cavalry behind did not hesitate and continued to rush towards the circle, the sound of hooves roaring, and the smoke and dust brought up covered the sun.

"Are you going to draw your sword?" Guo Zidong felt his heart pounding, his ancestors were city fire gunners for two generations, he thought that he was going to die of old age in Chang'an in this life, he was unwilling to be mediocre, he was selected to enter the field artillery battalion, and followed Zhao Xingde to Liaodong. Maybe this is the last moment, Guo Zidong's mind is clear, "It's time to draw the knife." After releasing an arrow, he drew his saber and thrust it firmly into the ground.

In the eyes of the spearmen, only the overwhelming cavalry could be seen, the neighing of the horses, the roaring hooves puffing the eardrums, and even the sound of the last firing could not be heard. War horses and cavalry fill the entire field of view. Those war horses that fell down with an arrow were used to the ground with a huge momentum, and the strong war horses immediately broke their legs and necks, and screamed that they could no longer stand up, what a huge force.

"Steady!"

"Don't go back!"

The officer's loud reminder slightly offset some of the fears in their hearts, and more likely, most of them were frightened by the scene in front of them, and could only act according to the instincts of ordinary training, desperately clenching the shaft of the spear, and watching the boundless subway ride get closer and closer, twenty ,......, fifteen steps,......, ten steps,......, five steps,...... Just five steps away, a war horse that rushed to the front was shot into the face curtain, staggered and fell in front of the side, more than a thousand catties of weight with huge inertia, smashed two spears, next to four or five famous spearmen desperately stabbed the spear into the chest of the war horse, the front legs, the palace tent army on horseback was also stabbed with a spear.

"Hit!"

Zhang Lang, who had succeeded, didn't have time to rejoice, and then another war horse rushed up, and the cavalryman's spear leaned forward and shrank, Zhang Lang's smile froze on his face, and blood splattered out of his throat. The cavalry of the Liao State was stabbed by several spears at the same time, but the person rose into the air, and actually fell in the center of the circle by the inertia of the war horse, and before he could stand up, a big axe slashed next to him, and the body that lost his head fell to the ground, and his hand was still tightly holding the riding spear. With a huge sound, one after another war horses crashed straight into the spear array of the Han army, each of which would overwhelm several spears, at this time, some of the back row of spearmen and Tie Futu filled the gap caused by the cavalry impact in time, and some were a little slower because of hesitation and fear, a little slower, originally crumbling, but still a tight peripheral spear array, suddenly appeared several gaps, at this moment, the second horizontal team of the Liao cavalry to kill the horse, this time is no longer a collision without choice, The cavalry consciously drove their horses, choosing to rush into the circle through the gaps that had been opened.

The palace tent cavalry sat on a horse, half a body taller than the foot soldiers, dressed in armor, the scimitars in their hands were all sharp blades, slashing down with the momentum, the foot soldiers crowded around the war horse, the head was just at the height of the scimitar cut smoothly, in a short moment, they slashed several foot soldiers with thin armor, the cavalry who rushed into the circle was stabbed off the horse by several spears, the gap in the circle opened a little more, and more and more cavalry rushed into the circle one after another, everywhere was cold light flashing, blood splashed, blades rose one after another, The soldiers who were stabbed and slashed screamed repeatedly. In the place where the Liao cavalry rushed away, the Han spearmen were completely unable to stop the influx of more and more cavalry.

The cavalry who rushed into the circle and the Han army and the Jin soldiers fought in a melee, in the middle of the circle, the archers were still constantly firing arrows at the cavalry, at this time there was no need to aim, the target was close at hand, and the cavalry continued to fall off their horses, but after a while, the archers had to draw their swords to fight.

"Draw your sword!"

"Draw your sword!"

The Jurchen Mouke and the artillery centurion all issued military orders in a loud voice, and the Liao cavalry rushed through the round formation, some jumped off their horses and fought with Tiefutu, and some turned around their horses, trampling and slashing the spearmen from behind, the already fragile formation of the artillery battalion suddenly collapsed, and even the artillery men standing in the innermost part had to draw their swords to fight. They had already been targeted by the Liao cavalry, and several groups of cavalry forcibly rushed into the middle of the Jurchen archers regardless of casualties. These archers stabbed their knives and spears at the horses of the palace tent army, and some continued to shoot arrows until they were cut to the ground by the cavalry. The musketeers also protected each other in groups of three or five, some protecting each other back to back, and some stabbing close cavalry together.

There was a scuffle everywhere, and the palace tent army stuffed the ignited earth-shattering thunder into the muzzle of the cannon, and some Liao cavalry even slashed and stabbed the three-inch cannon body and gun carriage with sabers and spears. "Boom-", "boom-boom-" sounds from far and near from time to time. The place where Zhao Xingde stood became the target of the Liao army, he drew his horizontal knife to block the arrows that were fired, and rushed into the melee, but it was safe.

"Back to back!" Du Blowhorn shouted at him, he was the most proficient in melee tactics, including Zhao Xingde, Jian Cheng and several sergeants were all greeted by him, resisting the cavalry that appeared from time to time in all directions. "Grab the horse!" Jian Cheng said loudly, "We're going to grab the horse!" ”

"Be careful!" Zhao Xingde saw a Liao horse running not far away, bowed down, clenched the horizontal knife with both hands, and slashed on the shin bone of the horse, and suddenly the tiger's mouth burst out, the blood flowed, the war horse screamed, stumbled and fell to the ground, and the cavalry was about to drag down the scimitar, and at this time he also fell down with the war horse, and did not struggle to get up. "His grandmother's!" Jian Cheng scolded, slashed at his neck, blood sprayed all over his face, looking quite terrifying, he turned his head and shouted to everyone: "It's a pity! Before Zhao Xingde could react, Jian Cheng said loudly again: "Horse! It's a pity for the horses! ”

"You bastard!" Du Blowhorn scolded, "Don't die!" "The cavalryman sat on his horse, had a wide view, and with the help of horsepower, he was condescending. If you only think about slashing and killing the enemy without hurting the horse, you will not survive. Only the blade beckoned to the horse, and the cavalry sat on the horse and struck through the horse's neck, and the blade was always a little shorter than the footman. If it is a well-trained foot soldier, he will be somewhat sure of slashing and killing the war horse, and he will not blindly gamble on his life. This is the principle of shooting people and horses first, and Jian Cheng is bent on killing people and taking horses, that is to kill horses. However, the cavalry of the Liao State became more and more dominant, and if there were no war horses, if a few people were trapped in the middle of the battlefield, no matter how high their martial arts were, they would not be spared in the end.

"A bunch of stupid pigs, why don't you go to the rescue of the artillery battalion! If there is no artillery, what will we do to continue attacking the camps of the Liao State! Get me the artillery out at once! ”

Wanyan Aguda boarded the Liao army camp that had just been captured, and saw the scene of the 5,000 Liao army cavalry bows breaking through the artillery battalion circle, and immediately became furious, and immediately raised the horse whip, scolded in his mouth, and whipped the whip in his hand to his son. He is old, and he originally had the intention of admiring the customs of the Central Plains and passing on the throne to his son, but who knew that Zong Bi, who valued him the most, usually seemed to be shrewd, but he was so unconscious at a critical time.

"Yes, Father!" Wanyan Zongbi's face was left with bloody whip marks, he was indignant in his heart, but he didn't dare to slack off, and immediately ordered five thousand elite horsemen to go straight to the Han army in a melee. Wan Yan looked at a wisp of smoke and dust rushing straight away, in the artillery battalion, countless artillery men fell down every moment, his chest ached faintly, as if it was about to crack, he frowned, took a deep breath, and suppressed the pain.

The place where the artillery battalion was originally lined up has now become a slaughtering Shura field. Zhao Xingde and other sergeants were back to back, while dealing with the Liao soldiers, while constantly moving to a place where there were slightly more people on their side, when the situation was becoming more and more critical, a group of men and horses rushed out of the smoke and dust, and rushed straight over, Zhao Xingde took a deep breath, all the sergeants were going to make the last resistance, and suddenly someone shouted happily: "General Zhao, don't do it!" "Han Army, this is Han Army!"

The war horse rushed with heavy inertia, the people and horses were covered with blood, Han Ningshuang pulled the reins violently, the war horse neighed, and the four hooves stood beside Zhao Xingde, a choking smoke and dust came to his face, and Zhao Xingde had time to speak.

"Come on!"

The war horses ridden by the cavalry of the Han army were quite miraculous, and they could ride two people to gallop. Without thinking, the sergeant and the artilleryman jumped on the horse, and the horse bore the weight of the two, and its waist sank slightly, and then it was supported with all its strength. Zhao Xingde didn't have time to hesitate, jumped onto Han Ningshuang's mount, grabbed the back end of the saddle with both hands, and said in a low voice: "Thank you for saving me!" ”