"Help! - Song Pig! ”

"Do you want to die?"

With a sharp scolding, the leather whip "snapped" and "snapped" and kept whipping on the signing army. The raw cowhide whip had already torn the clothes on the back of the signing army, revealing a barren body, and the back was covered with whip marks and shocking blood scabs. The signing army could only desperately push the thousands of pounds of iron bucket cannons. At the same time, the Khitans waved their whips and drove dozens of horses to pull the artillery wagons vigorously.

Yelu Baoyi, the commander of the Han army, was sweating profusely, his armor was also taken off, and his military robe was pulled up to his arms, looking like he was eager to push the artillery cart himself, and shouted loudly: "One, two, three—up!" The heavy gun carriage shook a few times, and the wide wheels rolled up the mud pit, and it looked like it was about to come out, but finally it fell back with a "boom". The huge pull generated by the back seat of the gun carriage, the horse neighed loudly, the iron hooves stepped on the dirt and made deep hoof prints, step by step, the rope strangled the shoulders of the signing army with blood marks, some people staggered and couldn't stabilize their bodies, some people couldn't eat, after that, more people were taken by the rope, and the signing soldiers fell down. Many of them sprained their muscles and bones and couldn't get up on the ground.

"Bastard!" Yelubao scolded angrily, took out the leather whip, rode over, and whipped it on the sign army who was still standing, pointed the whip handle at the sign army who was still lying on the ground, and said: "Kill all these lazy people to set an example!" ”

This trip to intercept the Song army, although the Liao army's artillery battalion had already calculated several routes, but when the war started, it could only temporarily decide where to open artillery bombardment according to the speed of the Song army. Because the artillery moved very slowly, Yelu Dashi ordered all units of the Liao army to desperately drag down the Song army. It was not easy for the barrel gun carriage to turn its direction, so even if the speed was fast enough, there was only one suitable location for the artillery battalion to stop the Song army for Yelu Baoyi. Once left behind by the Song army, it can be regarded as a return to the mountain.

Yelu Baoyi was originally a Han with the surname Guo and spoke Chinese, although the accent was different from Hebei, but the signatories could hear it clearly. As soon as the words fell, the fallen signing army begged for mercy loudly: "My lord, spare your life!" "The small ones are still useful!" "Pity me for waiting for a high hall and a young son below!"

The cavalry of the Liao army came over on horseback, bending bows and arrows, and the swords flashed, and some of the soldiers desperately struggled to get up from the ground, while others were so frightened that they couldn't move on the ground. However, the Khitan cavalry didn't care about this, shooting arrows from afar, slashing with knives at close range, and in an instant, they killed this piece of signing army cleanly, leaving only a corpse, and blood flowed all over the ground. The signing army not far away watched this scene in horror, and the cavalry of the Liao army selected dozens of young and strong men to fill the vacancy, and the high-pitched trumpet sounded again, trying to pull the iron barrel gun car out of the mud pit.

"Song Pig!" Yelu Baoyi scolded in Khitan language, full of disdainful disdain.

Although Yelu Dashi himself also reads Han books and speaks Chinese, but he vigorously advocates the Liao courtiers to use Khitan characters and speak Khitan language, Yelu Baoyi is a Han, and he is even more afraid of falling behind, he shaved his hair a few years ago, with Khitan braids, before the southern expedition, he finally got his wish and was rewarded with the surname of Yelu by Yelu Dashi, and he has completely regarded himself as a Khitan. Yelu Baoyi was deeply proud of himself to be a Khitan.

This southern expedition entered the territory of the Song State, and the road for transporting artillery was excellent, even wider and smoother than the road built by the Liao State specifically for transporting iron barrel cannons. Yelu Tiege, the privy envoy of the Northern Court, vaguely revealed to him that there were important ministers of the center of the Southern Dynasty who were loyal to His Majesty, and in the past ten years, they used the excuses of transporting grain and grass to the border towns, transporting Bianliang with Hebei tribute, and giving relief to the people, etc., to repair bridges and pave roads section by section. On this southward journey, Yelu Baoyi and the Han artillery battalion became more and more frightened, and there were suitable roads and bridges almost everywhere where the heavy barrel guns of the Liao army might pass. It was like divine help, and Yelu Baoyi was full of inexplicable awe of His Majesty. However, this trip to block the Hebei camp, because the Song army's route to return to the reinforcement was uncertain, so the Han artillery battalion did not have a ready-made road. Even if the severe cold makes the land of Hebei extremely hard, it cannot carry the heaviest 10,000-pound iron barrel cannon in Liao. The Han artillery battalion used widened wheels to barely allow thousands of pounds of heavy artillery to move on ordinary roads, but from time to time they fell into unpredictable pits and delayed a lot of time.

"One, two, three-" The horse and the man finally got together, and with a "boom-" sound, the heavy gun carriage was dragged out of the pothole and staggered on. Behind the bulky artillery carriage, dozens of corpses of the signed army were left. For every mile advanced by the heavy barrel cannons, hundreds of unjust souls were left behind.

The Khitan cavalry continued to shout loudly, and the sound of "snapping" whips was endless. Yelu Baoyi breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Soon, soon—" he muttered to himself. In just one hour, Yelu Dashi sent the palace tent cavalry to urge three times. The cavalry of the Han artillery battalion, which was responsible for surveying the terrain, also came and went more frequently. Finally, there was a faint sound of roaring firecrackers, the neighing of war horses, and the shouts of the Liao and Song armies in the distance.

After much hardship, thirteen heavy iron barrel cannons were finally dragged to the open battlefield where Song Liao fought his troops. In order to prevent the Song army from sneaking attack, Yelu Dashi sent 5,000 Xi troops and 10,000 palace tent cavalry stationed in the rear of the artillery battalion. These thirteen iron barrel cannons were cast by the Liao State in imitation of the new artillery of the Xia State, although they were still extremely heavy, but they were still much lighter than before, and the projectiles fired were not rough stone bullets, but relatively smooth round iron bullets. With the same weight of gunpowder, it was possible to hit farther than the old barrel cannon.

The gunners quickly untied the thick gun jackets, urged the horses, and carefully placed the heavy iron barrel guns into the gun emplacements, and the thirteen guns in the black hole were lined up. The Han artillerymen only adjusted the height of the muzzle, but the direction did not care. The marching columns of the Song army stretched long and narrowly in front, like a dragon trapped in the shallows. As long as the Liao army's iron barrel artillery shoots the shells head-on, it is difficult not to hit. Because the distance was not far, it was necessary to fire as many shots as possible without exploding, and Yelu Baoyi instructed the gunners to be careful not to load up the powder.

"Lord Tutong, the ammunition is loaded, can you open fire?" Wu Jin, the capital supervisor of the artillery battalion, looked at Yelu Baoyi with a flattering expression. If Yelu Dashi is the heaven of Yelu Baoyi, then Yelu Baoyi is the heaven of Wujin. His net worth and life are all in the hands of Yelu Baoyi. "Wait," Yelu Baoyi frowned, and looked at the hill where Yelu Dashi was stationed with a clairvoyant mirror, and after a while, he saw the Lingqi waving, which was His Majesty's will, and the artillery battalion opened fire with iron barrel guns.

"Fire!" Jelu Baoyi ordered. He was relieved, the artillery fire was eyeless, and there was an emperor's order, and if he killed the Khitans, his responsibility would not be very great. At most, hand over the gunners of Wu Jin. Thinking of this, Yelu Baoyi looked at Wu Jin with a little kindness. Wu Jin didn't expect that he was made a scapegoat, and when he saw Yelu Baoyi's strange eyes, he shivered in his heart, and he was too busy to give the order to fire.

"Boom-"

"Boom-" "Boom-"

The cast-iron projectiles flew over the battlefield with a sharp whistling, most of them landed in the long array of Song troops, a few projectiles hit the Liao army on the periphery of the Song army, and a round iron projectile flew over the heads of the two armies, smashing a large crater in the distant wilderness. Judging from the battlefield where tens of thousands of soldiers and horses were fighting, more than a dozen cannonballs seemed to fall into a few dead branches and leaves in the huge whirlpool, and the waves of flesh and blood stirred up by the cannonballs were instantly submerged in the battlefield that was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The appearance of artillery only seemed to have made the chaotic Liao and Song armies even more confused. The wounded Khitan cavalry scolded loudly, trying to calm the frightened horses.

However, the rampage of the cannonballs obviously hurt the dense Song army more, neither the shield car, nor the iron armor could stop its raging slaughter, and each shell passed through the array of the Song army, and it was a piece of flesh and blood. With the continuous roar of artillery, the originally tight Song army formation was opened up piece by piece, and the Khitan cavalry was extremely good at finding gaps in the infantry formation, taking advantage of the momentum to rush in. All units of the Song army resisted desperately, and they must not allow the Liao army to disrupt the formation. Long knives, iron spears, long axes, scimitars and maces were waved in all directions, and the two armies of the Liao and Song dynasties were once again mixed together. The artillery in the distance was still roaring, opening gaps in the Song army's formation, and more and more Liao cavalry, Xi army, and Jurchen infantry army poured into the Song army's formation. The Liao army was originally twice as numerous as the Song army, and there were more cavalry, and after the Song army lost its strict formation and fell into a melee situation, the balance of victory began to tilt in favor of the Liao army little by little. Because the Daimyo's Mansion was much closer to Liyangjin, there were already a few Song generals who led their troops to retreat along the way they came. And the Liao army seems to have deliberately left this way of life in order to dissipate the Song army's will to resist.

Zhang Yi, the commander of the Jingsai Army, was already covered in blood, and he said loudly to Wang Yan: "Wang Jieshuai, let the last general protect you and break through to the death!" By the way, he glared at Qin Hui viciously. If he hadn't seized the power of the army and forcibly returned to the army, he would not have suffered today's defeat. Wang Yan's arrangement of the deployment of the march was just a matter of knowing that he could not do it.

Qin Hui faced the situation of defeat like a mountain, and he was also the six gods without a master, looking at Wang Yan in fear, hoping that he would take a plan. Li Ruoxu also looked at Wang Yan nervously, the heroism of the original pen from Rong had already been out of the clouds. After this battle, he had seen more blood and dead bodies than ordinary border soldiers had seen in a lifetime.

"The Liao army is so easy to lure us out of the Daimyo's mansion, how can they let us leave." Wang Yan smiled indifferently, straightened his helmet, and said in a deep voice: "I am in charge of an army, how can I abandon my subordinates." Hang up the handsome flag and beat the drums! We, Hebei boys, are going to die a dignified death! The Chinese army personally hung Wang Yan's handsome flag on a three-zhang long flagpole. The flag officer beat the drum vigorously to motivate the soldiers to fight to the death. Wang Yan turned to Qin Hui and said: "Zhang Yi is a fierce general in Hebei, and he will escort the prime minister back to the court." Wang previously defended the city without fighting, not because he was afraid of death and cowardice, but originally planned to leave an elite army for the imperial court to strangle the back of the Liao army, so that they did not dare to go south presumptuously. The matter has come to this, I want to repay the country with death, and I also hope that Qin Xianggong will report the heroism of my Hebei boy to the saint! ”

Although Wang Yan's voice was not loud, word by word, it provoked Li Ruoxu's eyes to split, and he only felt that his blood was surging, and he was only willing to stay and fight to the death with tens of thousands of Song troops. "Wang Jiedu," he shouted, Wang Yan turned his eyes and seemed to see through his thoughts, smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Li Zhuangyuan is a young man, and he should serve the court with a useful body." The world of the Great Song Dynasty depends on you. After he said this, he turned his face away, no longer looked at these ministers, and shouted at the flag officer: "The drum sound is too small! Fuck, harder! ”