"It is said that the people of the Southern Dynasty are weak, why are they beaten and retreated?" Xiao Tachi sneered, he waved his horsewhip, and ordered the cavalry on both wings to copy the Song army in front. The Hedong army captured the fort, the Xi army and the Jurchen army were defeated and retreated, tens of thousands of heavily armored foot soldiers crowded together to fight, and the charging Song army's own formation was also chaotic, and the slowly moving Chinese army opened a distance. At this time, if the rangers copied and cut off the connection between the front of the Song army and the Chinese army, they might be able to defeat the Song army.

This kind of tactic of copying and partitioning, the Khitan cavalry is the best at. Suddenly, more than 10,000 cavalry galloped out, "Duh! "Duh!" The sound of urging horses was endless, the horses galloped wildly, and the Khitan cavalry raised a cloud of dust, bypassing the battlefield of the melee between the two armies, and rushed straight to the gap between the front army of the Song State and the Chinese army. The large array of the Song Guobu army moved slowly, and it was too late to press it at this time.

"Be smart." Yang Yanqing sneered and said in a deep voice, "The left-handed horse entangled the enemy horse, and the Chinese army pressed up." ”

Said that it was too late and that it was fast, the left wing of the Song army rushed out of more than 5,000 horses, divided into three waves to meet the Khitan cavalry, the cavalry on both sides met in a narrow way, the sand and dust were everywhere, the war horses neighed, the blades were exchanged, the cavalry fell from their horses one after another, and the war horses that lost their owners ran wildly, and under the interception of the Song cavalry, the Liao cavalry was also forced to slow down. As soon as the Liao army slowed down, the Song army's infantry formation accelerated its movement forward, not only making up for the gap between the front armies, but also rushing into the Liao and Song cavalry regiments in the battlefield with heavy armor and foot soldiers. "Kill-" Although the cavalry of the Liao army was twice as large as the cavalry of the Song army, they lost their speed and were forced to fight with more Song army foot soldiers, the front and rear of the cavalry were heavy armored foot soldiers, and the pikemen, long axes, swords, and shields were seven or eight people, and the horses were cut down and the cavalry were cut up, and many Liao troops were overwhelmed and were killed and dismounted.

The forward Song army was greatly boosted and continued to rush forward to kill. The crossbowmen behind drew their swords one after another, and followed the heavily armored foot soldiers into the Liao army's formation. The Liao army, like the Song army, engaged in the battle, the heavy armor soldiers in front, the lightly armed soldiers in the back, as the light soldiers successively into the hand-to-hand melee, the battle scene was much bloodier than the heavy armor infantry fighting. A knife and a shot often bring a large area of blood, and the battlefield is full of miserable howls, and in this Shura field, serious injuries are equal to death. The Liao army was killed step by step, the wounded were abandoned, and they were soon beheaded by the Song army behind, and the wounded soldiers of the Song army could only stay on the battlefield full of dangers, curling up as much as possible, so as not to collide with the war horses that galloped past from time to time.

The Song army became more and more courageous, as unstoppable as a mountain falling rock. If it weren't for the Liao army's adoption of the tactics of overlapping formations, constantly gathering the defeated soldiers, rectifying a little, and forming a formation again after the front formation, resisting step by step, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago. Rao is like this, the Song army is like Mount Tai's overwhelming offensive, defeating the resistance of the Liao army's infantry again and again, and advancing step by step to force the main position of the Chinese army where Xiao Tachi is located. In order to resist the offensive of the Song army, Xiao Tachi had to throw his cavalry into the melee.

The Liao army's refueling tactics hit Yang Yanqing's heart, he controlled the rhythm of the Song army's attack, and again and again tempted Xiao Tachi to think that sending another Liao cavalry to copy the flank would be able to defeat the Song army, but again and again he was entangled by the Song army's abducted horses and heavy armored foot soldiers who came at any time. Gradually, more than 20,000 Jurchen soldiers of the Xi army, and more than 40,000 cavalry of the Liao army were trapped in the chaotic battlefield.

All the Liao troops were caught in a bitter battle, except for a few troops who were able to temporarily retreat the Song army, most of them were struggling to support under the attack of the Song army. Xiao Ta frowned, staring at the battlefield, and suddenly his eyes lit up. The horse whip pointed to the rear of the Song army's large array, and said in a deep voice: "Five thousand horsemen copied their back road. "Unconsciously, the Song army attacked a long distance forward, and the entire large array left the cover range of the city's artillery. Xiao Ta's red eyes showed ecstasy, as if a gambler who had lost the performance, opened his hole cards, and found that he could turn the tables around. But after a while, the cavalry of the Liao army still did not rush out, Xiao Ta frowned and said: "The Song people are getting farther and farther away from the city wall, and the cavalry is quickly copying their back road. There was still no response.

Xiao Ta's red forehead was bruised, he pulled out his scimitar, and shouted angrily: "Quick-" Before the words fell, he said beside him: "Xiao Dutong, except for the White Eagle Battalion and the Death Battalion, there are no other soldiers and horses to send." Xiao Ping forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to send the White Eagle Battalion and the Death Battalion?" Just now he reminded Xiao Tachi several times not to fall for the Song army's plan to lure the enemy, but Xiao Tachi was full of thought that he could defeat the Hedong army with more strength, and constantly sent out one Khitan cavalry after another.

Xiao Tachi's face was pale, and he looked around, except for the more than 2,000 cavalry of the White Eagle Battalion and hundreds of foot soldiers of the Death Battalion, there were no other Liao troops around, at this time, a chill came up from his heart, "Oops," he said secretly, "They all say that the southerners are cunning, and I have fallen for Yang Yanqing's strategy." "The Khitan cavalry is known for its swiftness and coming and going like the wind, and it is difficult for the Song army to win much even if it is defeated, but under the temptation of Yang Yanqing step by step, tens of thousands of cavalry have fallen into a melee, even if they want to escape, it is too late.

"Yang Yanqing," Xiao Tachi only felt cold in his hands and feet, "what a cunning Southern Dynasty person." He felt a fishy smell go straight to his throat, and his eyes went black, and he almost fell from his war horse to the ground. Seeing this, the deputy general Xiao Ping did not help him, his face was cloudy, looking at this situation, 70,000 troops, it would be good to bring back 10,000 or 20,000 soldiers.

"Shoot the trumpet!" Yang Yanqing said in a deep voice: "Let Wang Lin flank the enemy formation." ”

"Bang-" "Bang-" "Bang-"

The cannon shot three times into the air, and three fireworks bloomed in the blue sky, which was particularly eye-catching.

The formation of Yang Yanqing's Chinese army formation is still stable. Hundreds of thousands of foot cavalry melee In this narrow battlefield, the Song army has gained the upper hand. Only Wang Lin's 5,000 iron cavalry came out to complete the final blow, and the Liao army that was struggling to support it would inevitably collapse. At this time, the commander of the Liao army only had more than 2,000 horsemen left, and he could no longer stop the actions of Wang Lin's troops.

On the battlefield, many soldiers and generals in the battle looked up and watched, and the Song generals such as Zhi Kecun and Guo Xian knew the inside story and their spirits were greatly boosted. "Kill" Guo Xian shouted angrily, he was covered in blood, and he had already cut off two knives, and for each broken one, his subordinates handed him one. Hundreds of Song soldiers surrounded Guo Xian and fought deep into the Liao array. From time to time someone falls in a scuffle, and from time to time someone joins the warband from elsewhere. Xiao Tachi and Xiao Ping saw Song Jun release the cannon, and their faces suddenly changed greatly. Seeing this, the Liao army on the battlefield also knew that something was wrong, but they were still fighting desperately.

About a stick of incense kung fu passed, there was no movement in the north, hundreds of thousands of Song Liao soldiers on the battlefield were fighting desperately, the two pillars of incense kung fu passed, and the cavalry led by Wang Lin still did not appear. Yang Yanqing had an ominous premonition in his heart, his eyes became more and more solemn, and suddenly, a puff of smoke and dust rose in the northern sky, and a group of Hedong cavalry galloping at full speed appeared on the horizon. Yang Yanqing's face moved slightly, and then became even more gloomy. The more than 1,000 Hedong cavalry not only formed a loose formation, but rushed to the front, full of blood-stained robes, and many of them also carried arrows that they had not had time to pull out.

"Not good, immediately - retire!"

Yang Yanqing said in a deep voice. The generals around him all looked at him in surprise. At this time, more cavalry appeared on the low hills in the distance. Groups of barbarian cavalry shouted loudly, brandishing scimitars, although the formation was scattered, but the number was extremely large, small hundreds of cavalry in a group, more than thousands of cavalry, one after another poured out from behind the horizon, quickly towards the battlefield of the Liao and Song armies melee. Dark clouds blown by the wind will appear on the battlefield in an instant, and they will cover the entire sky.

"When—dang—" The golden gong sounded, and the large array of the Song army began to slowly retreat. However, the Song army was already entangled with the Liao army, and it was not easy to retreat at this time. Guo Xian'er, the former commander of the army, heard that Mingjin had withdrawn his troops, and looked back with anger on his face, only to see the flag of the Chinese army slowly retreating. "What's going on?" He shouted angrily, "How can the marshal retreat? He easily cut down a Liao army who took advantage of the situation to kill, and roared like a mad tiger: "How can the marshal retreat!" The elite of the front army led by him are all foot soldiers, so the field of vision on the battlefield is not wide, the generals and deputy generals can only act according to the golden drum orders, and lead the soldiers who can still grasp it slowly retreat, and the Liao army was killed and injured too badly by the Song army, and did not dare to chase the Song army for a while, and only surrounded many scattered Song troops who fell behind.

"Xiao Dutong, Lord Xiao," the soldiers shouted loudly, "our people are the banner of the Great Khan, and the Great Khan has killed him!" ”

Xiao Tachi raised his head suddenly, and those cavalrymen in the distance who had obviously just trekked from the grassland, he finally saw the totem banner of the Murbo tribe clearly, and at this moment, it was as if he had returned to heaven from hell. "Immortal Heaven," Xiao Tachi said in ecstasy, "blowing flutes, beating drums, you must entangle the Song army!" The soldiers below beat their drums vigorously. When all the units of the Liao army saw that the reinforcements came, they were also in great spirits, and they turned the defense into an attack, biting the Song army brigade and not letting go.

"Damn," Guo Xian also saw the Murb cavalry at this time, "Heaven will not kill Liao dogs." He spat a mouthful of bloody spit, and looked back at the Chinese army that was slowly retreating, at this time the front army had been deeply trapped in the Liao army formation, farther away from Yunzhou City, retreating at this time, there must be very few survivors of the thousands of soldiers left in the front army. Tens of thousands of Mulbo cavalry were desperately beating horses to arrive, and even the preservation of the headquarters of the Chinese army led by Yang Yanqing was a problem. The momentum of victory and defeat was reversed in an instant, and he was in a desperate situation, and the face of the elite soldiers couldn't help but show a look of horror, and his morale was about to collapse.

"It's done," Guo Xian looked around and said loudly, "I'd rather die than be a bad seed!" He wiped his face, raised the long knife with a sharp edge, and pointed forward vigorously, "The man with the seed, rush forward with me!" Kill one is one! Hundreds of soldiers shouted: "Die for General Guo!" These pro-followers were brave and strong, and the power of hundreds of people shouted so much that the Liao army in front did not dare to approach. The front army began to fight from the beginning of the battle, many soldiers were extremely tired, and they were deeply trapped in the enemy's formation, seeing that there was no hope of escaping backwards, they simply approached Guo Xian's regiment of hundreds of soldiers, and when the Liao army's formation was still sparse, it didn't take long to gather three or four thousand people.

Guo Xian raised his steel knife and took this army that was going to die, in the opposite direction of the retreat of the army, and rushed towards the Liao army commander's banner. "Kill the Liao dog-" "Kill-" "Fucking fight!" "Thousands of bloodstained and exhausted Song troops lost their hope of survival, and desperately killed the Liao army, which was dozens of times their size.