Tens of thousands of fire battalions were arranged around the central artillery fort to protect it, and the defense line should have been impregnable, but it collapsed in an instant.

The Mulbo cavalry of the brigade poured into the Song army's main array, and the panicked firecrackers fled one after another, and they became like tigers driving sheep.

The arrows flew sideways, falling more and more densely on the heads of the Song troops who were still resisting.

Most of the Song gunners were unable to fight back, and as more and more cavalry rushed into the Song army's array, the gunners scattered and fled. However, in the situation of defeat, there are still many people fighting desperately. On the battlefield of 'chaos' and 'chaos', someone was shouting: "Thunder thrower!" Thunder thrower! "No backwards! Each in the array! Array! The young officer drew his sword, some angrily scolded the fleeers, and some stopped the retreat of the army with their own soldiers.

The Raozhou battalion is an old battalion that has participated in the Northern Expedition, because there was no accident of fire and explosion. Although the front line was lost, under the leadership of the battalion commander Zhang Jiurong, the firecrackers formed a phalanx, the firecrackers outside were spearheaded, and the inside kept releasing guns, although they were surrounded by barbarian cavalry, they had always held on to the 'chaos'. The officers were shouting orders, and the soldiers were talking loudly as they fought.

"***, fight with them!"

"Mom!" A firecracker covered his big 'legs' and screamed, but it caused a burst of laughter from the people next to him: "It's red!" ”

"Ouch, I almost 'shot' my lord's neck." A red-faced captain tore his throat and grinned with his teeth.

The arrow almost killed him just now, but he didn't care, and spat at a recruit next to him with a pale face: "Phew, bastard!" Anyway, it's all dead balls, you have to be like a man! He pointed to the routs outside the phalanx who were being pursued by the cavalry and said, "Are these bastards as small as crows, and as fast as rabbits, faster than horses?" His words caused an even louder laugh among the firefighters: "Ouch! "Early death, early reincarnation!" "The faster you escape, the sooner you die!" After the end of the Northern Expedition, the Raozhou battalion was weak and strong, and they all paid their travel expenses if they wanted to go home to live, and the veterans who stayed behind were all people who tied their heads to the belt of their 'trousers'. Now that they are in a desperate situation, the greater the casualties, the less upright these soldiers are, and even the usually feared official authority doesn't care too much.

"No noise!" Zhang Jiurong waved his waist knife and shouted: "Hurry up and stab!" ”

"Yes, Lord Zhang!" The veterans laughed and replied loudly, with no respect.

Zhang Jiurong frowned, but he couldn't help but not reprimand them. He understood that these people were not so stupid as to be unaware of the dangers of the war, but that they were just trying to drive away the fear in their hearts. People's hearts are all 'meat', although Zhang Jiurong was born in a state school, but in this battlefield that devours human life, every life is the same. The musketeers were fighting in a desperate situation, and there were more and more cavalry on the periphery, and the battle was also death, and the escape was also death, and they were also 'excited' and 'excited', and the more arrows fell on their heads, the more 'excited' they became. The mouth of the gun spewed out a series of fire, and everyone's eyes seemed to be spewing fire, as if it was lightning flashing in the dark clouds in the sky. Zhang Jiurong felt as if his studies were about to burn, although he usually tried his best to be kind, but he still looked down on these rough people in his heart. And at this time, the normality shown by the veterans at the moment of life and death made him can't help but praise them.

The soldiers of the Raozhou battalion continued to fall, and the more they fought, the fewer they fought, and the more and more Murb cavalry came around.

On all sides were the whistles of barbarians and the sound of horses' hooves. One arrow, two arrows, three arrows grazed the top of Zhang Jiurong's head, beside him, the red-faced captain who was laughing loudly just now had been killed, he was lying on the ground with his back to Zhang Jiurong, and at the last moment, this person was still shouting "Brothers! "He stabbed his gun into the big 'leg' of a Mlb cavalryman, and then he was stabbed in the back by another mounted spear. The Murbs also tried to cut off his head, but several yellow, thin, blood-stained firecrackers tried desperately to block it, keeping the captain's head, and later, the soldiers were also killed in battle.

There are fewer and fewer fire guns alive, and the phalanx of the Raozhou battalion, which is full of leaks, is also in danger.

A Smelb cavalryman, wielding a scimitar, screamed and ran into him.

Zhang Jiurong is no longer a weak scholar who has just put pen to paper, he gave up half a step, let go of the enemy's scimitar, but did not let the raging war horse. The horse passed by, and the war horse knocked Zhang Jiurong's knife to the ground with a huge inertia, and he was almost knocked unconscious, his eyes were dark, and his blood was surging. At the last moment, Zhang Jiurong did not fall, but instinctively jumped up, dragged the galloping Erbo cavalry off the horse, and the two fell heavily to the ground, the Erbo man looked panicked, struggled to grab his throat with one hand, and grabbed his neck with the other, but Zhang Jiurong hit his head before the other party exerted his strength, lifted the man's chin high, and bit under the erection neck without hesitation, and a stream of fishy blood spurted out. It wasn't until the Murbo man stopped struggling that Zhang Jiurong let go of his mouth, and before he could stand up, a large group of Khitan cavalry rushed in front of him.

The dozen or so remaining firecrackers in the Raozhou battalion all stood like reefs, and everyone was stabbed and close to each other......

Behind the central fort of the Song army, where the marshal Wang Gui's tent was, the soldiers who retreated from the fort were like sheep, and the original complete battalion was scattered, the soldiers did not know the generals, the generals did not know the soldiers, and many people lost their weapons. There were many wounded soldiers around the tent, they walked, crawled, and were helped, and in the severe cold weather, the slightest bit of serious injuries would definitely die, and the defeat was like a mountain, and no one cared about their life or death. Some of the wounded soldiers were lying on the snow, and the blood from the wounds had turned to ice. Lang Zhong was sweating profusely to treat the wounded officers who had just been sent over, but the wounded could only let out low screams while 'convulsing', and many of them died of pain before the operation was completed. Their bodies were left where they were, and no one was taken away.

Wang Gui sat bent down behind the half-section of the earthen wall, his face was 'pale' yellow, and he was not at all as calm as he had been at the beginning of the battle.

The smoke of the battlefield still obscured the sun, but the sound of artillery and fire was much weaker. Especially in the center of the Song army's defensive line, when the brigade of 'female' real soldiers and Khitan cavalry rushed in, the entire central artillery fortress had been lost. The smoke covered the entire fort, and there were black shadows constantly shaking in the smoke, flashes of curves and spear tips, the sound of horses' hooves like thunder, the arrogant shouts of the Tartars, and the Song soldiers who shouted with all their might when they finally resisted, "Great Song Wansheng!" "Voice, they fought for the Great Song Dynasty until the last moment.

Before the battle began, Wang Gui made many preparations, however, he did not expect this result in any case.

The sun hung high in the sky, like the damned sun flag of the Khitans, and the oblique sunlight shone on Wang Gui's face and stung him.

The battle went smoothly at the beginning, and the left and right flanks easily repelled the attack of the Liao army, however, just when he thought that the victory was in hand, and the Liao army finally attacked desperately, the defense line of tens of thousands of fire battalions in front of the central artillery base actually collapsed in an instant. The two armies fought only on the first line, and the real defeat was like a mountain. After the large-scale explosion of the front firearm battalion, the same situation also appeared in the rear firearm battalion, although the Chinese army was strong, most of the firearm battalions were new battalions transferred from the south. No one could understand why they were still good guns during live-fire training in the south, but suddenly exploded one after another at the decisive juncture of the 'sexual' life-threatening decisive battle. Before the Liao army rushed up, the soldiers were killed and wounded, some were frightened, and some went crazy, and the officers of the new battalion were inexperienced and did not take control of the situation immediately, and even there was a battalion roar, and the soldiers shouted in panic and dropped the guns that would explode at any time, turned around and fled.

The pale-faced envoys and leading officers kept retreating from the artillery fort and reported to Wang Gui the collapse of the army's front.

Some of these reports are true and some are false. At the beginning of the breakthrough of the Mlb cavalry, the Song army suffered the heaviest casualties in the section of the defensive line, and most of the leading officers and escorts of the fire battalion were killed, and the officers who fled only relayed the news they had heard from others. Even if the news is true, fleeing from the front to the tent, the military situation has changed rapidly. And Wang Gui had to rely on these news to mobilize the only reserves in his hand in an attempt to recapture the fortification. Because the cavalry of the Liao army broke through too quickly, before the Song army reacted, the connection between the central camp and the old battalions on the left and right flanks was severed, and Wang Gui could use it to counterattack the Liao army's 'elite' elite battalion head was extremely limited, Zhang Xian's cavalry rushed up, but soon entangled with the Khitan cavalry, and the cavalry on both sides fought for more than an hour, Zhang Xian's department suffered heavy losses and had to withdraw from the battlefield before being surrounded by the Liao army. Because the cavalry of the Liao army severed the connection between the various parts of the Song army, Wang Gui got the news that Zhang Xian had died in battle, and the chances of the Song army turning defeat into victory had become extremely slim.

Some of the staff officers on the left and right looked panicked, and some had pale faces, and they didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"It's dangerous here, I'll wait for the commander to retreat?" Tooth General Hu Qing said in a low voice.

As soon as he waved his hand, several tooth soldiers with big shoulders and round waists surrounded him, and as long as Wang Gui nodded, they surrounded him and exited the dangerous place.

"Presumptuous!" Wang Gui not only did not accept it, but reprimanded, "I am so blessed by the imperial court, how can I be afraid of death?" Retreating? ”

He pressed the treasure knife in his hand, coldly 'forced' at the generals around him, and some people just jumped to 'want' to try, wanting to retreat with the big handsome, but at this time they couldn't help but avoid his gaze. "Dashuai, Hu is not afraid of death!" The tooth general Hu Qing was extremely angry, he pulled out his waist knife, knelt on one knee, and said with grief and indignation, "Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and the matter has come to this point, the commander should take care of his body first, gather his subordinates and wait for the future, please allow the end of the general to take people out to rush out to kill for a while, and break the queen for the commander!" "Several of the other generals also knelt down on one knee or 'raised' their swords to fight. These are all generals who have been born and died for many years, and at this point, life and death are put aside, and they have to protect Wang Gui's 'life' even if they die. However, Wang Gui did not appreciate it, he looked around at the generals, his tiger eyes were awe-inspiring, and he pressed the knife and said slowly: "Prime Minister Yue often said that civil officials do not love money, and military generals do not hesitate to die, then the world of the Great Song Dynasty is peaceful." In today's war, you are immoral and incompetent, and you will be affected by the three armies, so you can be greedy and humiliated again. ”

"Today, let the thieves know!" Wang Gui's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "There are generals in the Great Song Dynasty who have severed their heads, and they do not hesitate to die." ”