On the battlefield on the slopes on both sides, the Jurchen soldiers and horses attacking the mountain had reached more than 100 steps away from the slope. The defenders on the slope were already firing with all their firepower, bows and arrows raining down, and a swarm of bazookas began to fire violently. The flames and smoke soared into the sky, the arrows whizzed like locusts, and the shouts of killing were deafening.

Yalu's pre-war prediction was verified, and the number of swarm of bazooka that the Jurchens feared most was clearly insufficient. Although the defenders kept adjusting the launch angle and shifting the launch position to make up for the lack of numbers, there were only four swarm rocket launchers in the cross-section of two or three miles of the hillside on one side, and it was obviously impossible to cope with the situation of the opponent's all-out attack in front of them. If it weren't for the assistance of the dense long-range attacks such as bows and arrows and bed crossbows, and the Jurchens were afraid of the firearms of the wild geese from the bottom of their hearts and did not dare to charge violently, I am afraid that the situation on the slope would be even worse than at the pass.

Above the pass, Gao Muqing stared coldly at the black-pressed Jurchen soldiers and horses who rushed up on the corpse of the war horse, her brows furrowed, and her lower lip was bitten. The current situation was beyond her expectations, the pass position was the position she thought was the most difficult to attack, but now the other party was close at hand. The blocking of bows and arrows could not fully block the opponent's charge, and the Jurchen soldiers who rushed up lined up with shields, and within this distance, the shields would effectively protect their formation. It is embarrassing that he has only recently mobilized 10,000 men to reinforce the slopes on both sides, and now he will face the problem of insufficient defensive forces.

"General Gao, do you want to ...... Bring the men back? Someone asked hurriedly. It's too late to transfer back. ”

Gao Muqing turned his head to look at the slopes on both sides, where the sound of shouting and killing shook the sky, and the Jurchen soldiers and horses attacking the mountain had rushed to within a hundred steps of the slope, and the situation was also not optimistic.

"No, now bring back the troops and horses, and the defenses on the hillsides will collapse. Here, it's up to us. Command me to get ready for hand-to-hand combat. The grenade team is ready, and when they get closer, let them taste the little melons first. Gao Muqing shouted coldly.

The generals shouted a promise, and thirty grenade throwers quickly arrived in front of the formation. In the leather pouch around everyone's waist, there are more than a dozen small melons stuffed with bulging bags. They shook one hand and prepared with full concentration.

Gao Muqing sighed and turned his head to look at Bai Bing who was standing beside him. Bai Bing held the green flute blade and looked indifferently at the Jurchen soldiers and horses rushing up in front of him, feeling Gao Muqing's gaze, Bai Bing also turned his head, just in time to meet Gao Muqing's nervous gaze.

"Sister Gao, what do you command?" Bai Bing bloomed with a beautiful smile.

Gao Muqing smiled and said softly: "Sister Bing'er, I'm afraid we are going to have a fight with the Jurchens." Hey, I lived up to my husband's expectations, and I don't know anything about this battle. If I die here today, Sister Bing'er, you must escape alive to protect the county lord, the other sisters and the children, and leave safely to find your husband. Tell my husband that I did my best. But I really don't have the talent to lead the army, and I have failed to live up to his trust. ”

Bai Bing was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "Sister Gao, what are you talking about?" How can you lose faith at this moment? As I told you, they were besieged by more than 300,000 enemy troops on top of the ten-mile long hill, and the situation was a hundred times worse than ours. But I have never seen my husband sigh and sigh, on the contrary, he always maintains the confidence of victory. You must not lose your fighting spirit, otherwise what will you do with the enemy? Don't think about anything else. I won't go, and I won't be able to leave. This battle can only be won, and if it is lost, we will all die. Including the county lord's sister, the green dance sister, and the children, they can't live ....... So, we have to win. Sister, don't worry, you and I will join hands to kill the enemy, for the sake of our husband, for our sisters, for our children, for so many brothers. ”

Gao Muqing woke up suddenly, nodded softly, and said, "What you said is, how can I have such a state of mind?" We have no way out, we can only fight to the death. Bing'er, you're much stronger than your sister. Our sisters have never joined forces on the battlefield to kill the enemy. Today, let them know that the women of the Lin family are not to be provoked. The Falling Goose Army is also unprovoked. ”

Bai Bing smiled: "This is it, I have long had itchy hands." ”

When the Jurchen soldiers rushed to within fifty paces of the pass, dozens of small melons fell into the crowd of Jurchen soldiers with green smoke. The roar of the whole ear sounded, black smoke rose, blood and flesh splashed, and the stump and severed arm flew into the air, and the scene was terrible. The top of the pass is already very narrow, and the width below the ramp is nearly two miles, but the further you go to the pass, the tighter it becomes, and the distance at the top of the pass is only half a mile wide. Therefore, the formation of the Jurchen soldiers is still quite dense, although Yalu Buhua knows that the other side has a firearm like a grenade, and the dense formation is not good for his side, but the attack method at the pass position and on the hillside is different, they can only rush in one go, and cannot think more about the formation. At this moment, the Jurchen soldiers' charging formation was dense, so the lethality of thirty small melons exploding in the crowd was extremely terrifying. The blast staggered the crowd, and the fragments in the grenade scattered in all directions, piercing countless flesh and blood, and erupting into countless blood-colored flowers.

Just one round of melon grenades caused more than 200 casualties. What's more, the melon grenades that burst in the crowd in the follow-up continuously caused more damage. Puffs of black smoke shrouded the position above the pass, and the fire of the melon grenade burst in the black smoke was as dazzling as lightning in the dark clouds, and the earth, rubble, and shrapnel debris flew in all directions, and the flesh and limbs flew into the sky, and fell to the ground with a clatter, like a torrential rain.

In less than a few dozen breaths, the throwers poured all the grenades from the leather bags they carried into the crowd of Jurchen soldiers and horses below. The formation of nearly 3,000 Jurchen soldiers who rushed to the front was all bombed. The Jurchen soldiers and horses in the rear also saw the opportunity and immediately distanced themselves to avoid being affected. The 3,000 people tried to run backwards, but they had already been blown to pieces, lost their direction in the sound of explosions and smoke, and crashed like headless flies.

After the black smoke cleared a little, through the smoke and dust, the ground could be seen covered with black corpses, wriggling wounded, miserable moans and screams of pain. There was not a single living person standing.

Yalu had witnessed the rage of grenades from above without spending a hundred paces below, so much so that he forgot to restrain his soldiers and horses when they retreated in panic. It wasn't until a general asked him in horror whether to retreat that Yalu Buhua woke up.

The fear finally became a reality, and the other side did have such explosive grenades in addition to rockets. That was the last obstacle in hand-to-hand combat. In addition to the rocket bow and arrow falling stone stabbing formation, this is the opponent's last killer weapon. Its lethality is so strong and powerful that it is good at winning with that kind of rocket.

However, Yalu Buhua calmed down at this moment. The last resort of the other party was used. After the boots hit the ground, they were relieved. It's like a knife hanging over your head, and you don't know if it will fall, but you will hesitate and be frightened. Now I know that the knife will definitely fall and hurt myself, although I am still afraid, but it is much better than the fear of the unknown. The limitations of the grenade were also obvious, they could only be thrown within fifty paces, which was actually quite close. Therefore, instead of feeling frustrated, Yalu Buhua believes that the hope of breaking through the opponent's defense is ahead. It is nothing more than paying more casualties, forcing a force through the distance of fifty paces, and the goal will be achieved.

"Whoever dares to take a step back will be killed." Yaru shouted loudly.

The panicked soldiers stared blankly at Yalu's hideous and distorted face, and their hearts were cold.

"Listen, they have a limited number of firearms, and I can say they don't have much left. Rush up for me, don't dare anything happen, don't retreat. Whoever is the first to rush to the pass, Lao Tzu will give him the title of general and reward him with gold and silver beauties. Whoever dares to retreat, Lao Tzu's mace does not have long eyes. Battle, give Lao Tzu the lead, kill! Yaru Buhua glared at blood-red eyes and roared like a vicious beast.

Hearing this, Battle spat out thick phlegm, turned around and raised the meniscus knife in his hand and shouted: "The general is right, they are all with Lao Tzu." Kill! ”

The soldiers had no choice, although they didn't believe what Yalu Buhua said that the other party had no grenades, but at this moment, they had no choice. Everyone turned around and mustered up the courage to follow Battle and charge upwards again.

Soon they set foot on the battlefield full of flesh and blood, filled with the smell of burnt and messy, and many of them had given up hope of life, bending their necks and waiting for the roar of the grenades thrown by the other party, waiting for the call of the immortal sky. However, they were surprised to find that the other party did not throw grenades, on the contrary, dozens of paces away, they actually drew their swords as if they were about to meet hand-to-hand combat.

"They really don't have firearms, what the general said is true." The thought flashed through everyone's hearts, and there was a rush of ecstasy in their hearts. It's as if there's a sense of the aftermath of the disaster, and I think I've picked up a life.

"Kill, Ulalalala. They have no firearms. The Jurchen soldiers shouted excitedly, full of strength all over their bodies, and rushed forward.

On the pass, Gao Muqing held a long sword, stood side by side with Bai Bing, and shouted coquettishly: "Brothers of the Luoyan Army, the time has come to kill the enemy." It's time for you to show what you really are. Kill! ”

Countless soldiers of the Luoyan Army let out an earth-shattering roar, following the backs of Gao Muqing and Bai Bing and rushing towards the Jurchen soldiers and horses that were surging like a tide. In the blink of an eye, the formations of the two sides collided together and a bloody battle began.