In the large camp on the mountain, Zong Wang kept staring at the battlefield below the mountain, and there were several Jurchen Mouke standing beside him.

"Zongwang, they can't defeat the southern army, if they don't send an order to let those men and horses under the mountain retreat, how many lives will they have to pay for going in?"

Wanyan Zongwang replied coldly: "How do you know if you don't bump into it?" What does it matter how many of these mouths die? When we destroy this group of military horses, the entire Southern Dynasties will be open in front of our Jurchen sons! At that time, there were as many people as there were, and there were so many southerners that I couldn't count them, and I heard Xiyin say that they had a large population of Wanyan in one state capital. ”

Pointing to a slightly flat foothill in the distance, Zong Wang said loudly: "Then our sons and daughters will be placed at that intersection and let the main Khitan barbarians in the camp make the final rush!" ”

After a burst of horns, the hoofs in the valley road were like thunder, the war horses neighed, and the main force of the Liao vassal army finally appeared. The smoke and dust rose chaotically, and they were forced by the Jurchens, and the Khitan cavalry that turned from the bend of the mountain for a while also had a rolling momentum!

They had no choice but to grit their teeth and rush forward, and the hope of survival was extremely slim at this moment. One by one, they were hideous-looking, crying wolves, not guarding against the rain of arrows at all, desperately stepping on the spurs, and putting on a posture of rushing regardless of the collision formation! This desperate effort was nothing more than to induce the Song army to launch arrows early. You must know that even if it is an elite soldier, you can't shoot three arrows at the enemy, and when you wind up, you may be able to rush into a dozen more steps, and then cross the formation at high speed and pass in front of the formation. Passing by. Thousands of arrows rained down into the enemy's array and reaped their lives.

However, the cavalry that followed the march would repeat this step. After more than ten rounds and dozens of rounds of arrow rain attacks, the defensive array in front of him was already in chaos. When the formation collapses, it is the time to urge the horses to step into the formation.

This is the routine that Huma has been using to this day, and ordinary generals can't hold their breath, especially when they are in battle, and it is easy for them to be nervous.

The cavalry charge was like thunder, and in the blink of an eye, a distance of a hundred paces became seventy paces. And the phalanx in front of them remained motionless. After the iron shackles, the soldiers faced the cavalry like wolves, and their expressions were as resolute as ever.

The Khitans who were forced to a distance of seventy paces in the sound of smoke and dust hoofs also had many who had gone south to plunder and fought with the Song army, but they did not wait for the expected rain of arrows. Getting closer and closer to the iron-walled phalanx, under the red tasseled fluttering military hats, the indifferent eyes of the Great Song Jiashi of the Southern Dynasty made the Khitan cavalry rushing in front of them scorch, and at the same time raised an ominous premonition!

Suddenly, the shields moved away, and ballistae full of arrows were facing them.

These ballistas are all small arrows, densely packed with "bullet holes", and a ballista can fire more than 30 arrows at once. In the early years of the Great Song Dynasty, there was a lack of war horses, and in order to deal with the foreign cavalry that came and went, the army could only use a large number of crossbowmen to fight, and the crossbow became the main weapon of the infantry of the Northern Song Dynasty.

The moment the shield was opened, there were thousands of arrows in unison, a dense rain of arrows, overwhelmingly falling, countless arrows and sharp feathered arrows fell on the people and horses, splashing blood and ten thousand points, and there was a scream of people shouting and neighing! The armor on the Liao soldiers has long been stripped off by the Jurchen Tartars, the Jurchens love armor like life, relying on their strong bodies and strength like oxen, and they often wear several layers of back armor when they are in battle.

Their own armor is thick, these Khitan soldiers who charge the battle can pour blood mold, these dense arrow rain is not very powerful, the Song people inevitably sacrifice some power in order to increase the number of shots to the extreme, but it is suitable to shoot the Khitan vassal army without armor.

The charging cavalry was stunned, and soon the familiar spear thrust, followed by the sword and shield slash. And the ballista in the formation has long been pushed down, replaced by a new type of mountain, and is ready for battle.

Zong Wang saw that they really couldn't break through the Song army's armor formation, and he was not annoyed, and waved his hand: "You guys go up!" ”

Three horns in a row, extremely desolate and long, the Jurchen Tartar wearing the back armor on the hot day tried his best to crouch down, urging the best Liao horses under the crotch to the fastest, and countless Khitan people were trampled into meat under the hooves.

Yang Lin wiped his sweat nervously, pounded the railing of the lookout car, and said, "Good come!" ”

Against the Jurchen cavalry, a special ballista finally appeared for the first time in front of the Tartars, which was specially prepared for the Jurchen field battle. After Xu Shuwei brought his group of fox friends to Youyan, this group of people liked to make inventions and creations in Bianliang, and even experimented with a glider in Kaifeng Mansion, and indirectly angered the originator of science. They are scattered together as a group of doers and scientists, and their hands-on ability is even stronger when they gather together, and the war is in full swing, so they brainstorm and bury their heads in making such sharp weapons.

On each of these ballistas, there are about three crossbow arrows, the ballista is the gate of the formation, and the crossbow on the bed is as big as a ballista chisel, and one arrow can shoot several people, and three arrows can be hundreds of steps.

The launch scale of this crossbow bed is not good, but the three thick and long crossbow arrows are even the size of ordinary red tassel guns, and the Song army, which has been prepared for a long time, kicked the stomping launch mechanism under the crossbow bed together.

These huge "arrows" even made a sharp sound of breaking the air when they flew in the air, the thick wooden pole was slightly twisted, and the distance of seventy paces, the Jurchen Tartars who shot through the heavy armor still had the strength to spare. The Jurchen Mouke, who was in the lead, opened his mouth and shouted in horror, an arrow as thick as a spear that he had never seen before was inserted into his mouth, and the three-edged arrow cluster with blood flowers bulged out from the back of his head, and the red and white brain blood splashed! In the smoke and dust, a group of people shouted and neighed. For a time, the strongest Jurchen heavy cavalry in the world, I don't know how many people were shot off their horses.

Rao is casualties were heavy, and the remaining Jurchen elite cavalry still ran with a fierce attitude of not fearing death.

The ballista was left unattended, and the soldiers picked up their blades and went up one after another. Although the battle was bloody, everyone knew that the real battle had only begun at this time.

Wanyan Zongwang stood on the mountain on a horseback with ease, with an iron armor in a mink hat, four small tail braids hanging down on his temples, and a pair of cold little eyes on his big cake face staring at the battlefield expressionlessly.

The Jurchen iron horse, more than 100 horsemen who rushed over scattered, is already a remarkable scale. Generally, the Jurchens don't need these soldiers and horses to fight, and when they start an army to attack Liao, the women who were shot and killed on the way to the battle today can capture a large Khitan state alone. If it had been placed in the past, the Song people would have laughed at their old rival Khitan, but when the news of the Hebei war came, the resistance of the Song people was obviously not as good as that of the Great Khitan.

The heavy cavalry that rushed over collided with the sword and shield hand, and the strongest spear in the world pierced the thickest shield, and the Song army's armor array was in chaos.

It only took one round to break up my armor formation? Yang Lin clenched his fists, and he didn't feel when his nails pierced into the flesh. It's a pity that you broke through my armor formation, and you can't beat it! Yang Lin was very confident and waited for the next hand-to-hand fight.

At this time, a long horn sounded in the valley. Yang Lin was shocked and turned to look. In the smoke and dust, a team of heavy-armored infantry fighters had already opened the gate of the wall. Along the charging path of the cavalry, there was a queue of long spears, halberds, strong bows and crossbows, all of which stood out. Under the black banner, such an array of Jurchen heavy-armored infantry warriors also slowly moved down like an iron wall.

The fishing and hunting peoples who are good at fighting in the field are also different from the nomads of the steppes, and their foot soldiers are never weaker than people.

They have always followed behind the cavalry, and it is not until now that the cavalry has dispersed and the Song army has been able to get a glimpse of it. These Jurchen armorers are stout and sturdy, their eyes are fierce, and they are covered with Liaoren iron armor, which makes these Jurchen armorers like iron cans.

"Huyantong!" Yang Lin shouted.

Hu Yantong, the only fierce general sent by Han Shizhong, pulled the reins violently, and the war horse stood tall, neighed loudly, and raised his gun under the lookout car and said loudly: "The last general." ”

"The cavalry on both wings, don't charge the battle yet, but when!"

"Today he is also a Jurchen Tartar, tomorrow he is a Jurchen Tartar, the ears of those who listen are blocked, no one in the world dares to fight, I call Yantong, dare to fight!"

Hu Yantong's teeth creaked, he raised his spear to the sky, and rushed up from both flanks of the battlefield with the 30,000 soldiers from the northwest brought from Han Shizhong. They have been in battle for a long time, and they are difficult to move, and even in the Western Army, which is known for its lax military discipline, they are also a group of thorns. But there is no denying that they can fight, a hundred daring soldiers under the city of Zhuozhou, and 30,000 soldiers under the Taining Mountain. What about overturning Da Liao, with one enemy and one hundred? I just want you to know today that in addition to the thickest shield, my Great Song also has a sharp knife that can attack.

The sound of the fight made his ears buzz, and Yang Lin wanted to close his eyes for a while, but he stared at him and couldn't close them.

Zong Wang finally put away the indifference and disdain on his face, and stepped forward to raise his body slightly, raising his eyes to look at the battlefield below the mountain.

The Jurchen armor formation, although it is not as changeable as the Great Song Dynasty, is really as hard as a city wall. Hu Yantong led the troops to kill left and right, and he couldn't take the slightest advantage, the sweat on his body was desperately oozing, and the spear in his hand was no longer as handy as before.

Finally, a Jurchen soldier showed a flaw in his throat, Hu Yantong stabbed a bloody hole with a shot, and the mount under his crotch gasped violently and flew with his hooves.

Hu Yantong only felt a mouthful of blood rolling in his chest, and couldn't help roaring angrily, and a Jurchen general in front of him looked coldly at this Song general who had overturned several people.

"Bird Tartar!" Hu Yantong stepped forward with a gun, his eyes were split, and his body was fighting with instinctive inertia.

This Jurchen general Pu Jianu, with a pair of eyes that is very terrifying, has made many great contributions when he was fighting Liao, and he is afraid that the power in the Jin State is still above Xiyin for the time being. Holding a meteor hammer in his hand, he smashed open a sneak attack Song Jun, and the mount under his crotch was also a divine horse, with a long hiss, his four hooves took off in the air, and jumped to this side.

Hu Yantong didn't know what was wrong, he picked up the gun, his throat was hot, and he only felt a mouthful of blood gushing up, but he gritted his teeth and only let the blood come out of the corners of his mouth. The spear broke into two, and Hu Yantong took the opportunity to dodge this fatal blow, and Pu Jianu only thought that he was the same as the previous enemy general, and it was difficult to withstand the power of this blow. Since the beginning of the war, his strong force has made him rarely encounter opponents. The extremely cold land produces all the great supplements, plus these Jurchen nobles can eat venison, since childhood tempering their bodies, at the beginning of the founding of the Jin Kingdom, several generals were brave.

Seeing that everyone was a one-hammer Pu family slave, this time he was careless, and he didn't call Yantong from the horseback and turned around and stabbed him in the ribs with two severed spears in his hand.

"You still want to beat me to death?" Hu Yantong tried his best to straighten up on the horse's back and laughed loudly, but all that spurted out with the laughter was blood foam.

The angry Jurchen Tartars in the distance, with a bow and arrows, this Song general killed Pu Jianu, making the Jurchens roar like crazy.

Hu Yantong waved two severed guns to block, and hastily hid to the side of the horse, and landed with an arrow in the calf. Several Song soldiers raised their shields, protected him with a cat's waist, and fought and retreated.

Zong Wang's face turned pale, and he ordered fiercely: "Collect the troops!" ”

A tight horn sounded, and the Jurchen hoplites slowly gathered their ranks, still maintaining a phalanx like a wall, and took them down the mountain without any disorder. One by one, the military horses rushed out and returned to the array.

There were Song soldiers who bit the pursuit, but when they chased too close, they showed a flaw and were shot over by their arrow rain.

Wanyan Zongwang was full of hatred, his troops were too small, and Xi Yin went south to divide more than half of his soldiers and horses. Although the defeat is not obvious at this moment, he can't afford to die when he dies on the other side.

He originally thought that one Jurchen soldier could exchange ten Song soldiers, but as a result, after fighting for so long, the loss was only slightly advantageous, and Zong Wang could only withdraw his troops and return to the camp. He didn't feel distressed at all when the Khitan vassal soldiers died 10,000 people, but the Jurchen soldiers died less than 1,000 people, which had already touched the bottom line of Zongwang. On the mountain road, there were blood marks of corpses everywhere. All kinds of dead and twisted corpses are almost all Khitan vassal soldiers and horses, as well as miscellaneous servants of various ethnic groups.

"Want to quit?" Yang Lin turned his head and shouted to the standard-bearer: "Outflank, surround the camp, and trap this mountain for me!" I asked him to see what it means to have a lot of people. ”

Surging Zong Wang and forcing Xi Yin to come back was already the only way Yang Lin could think of. He didn't know that the wild horses were uncontrollable, and Xi Yin, who couldn't stop the car, was too late to come back.

When the Great Song Dynasty arrived in Huizong, the splendid era of cooking oil with fire was like a ball that was blown to be fried, and it was poked by Wanyan Xiyin, and it was even inferior to Da Liao...

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