"If it's the Central Plains, these thousands of horses are going to roam, and they are going to raise the sand in the sky, right?"

Wang Gui couldn't help but think of his hometown in Xiangzhou, his cheeks twitched slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at the overwhelming Liao soldiers without blinking, as calm as a hunter facing a pack of wild wolves.

This is the first time that the Zhenguo army has fought against the enemy with a sparse formation. A phalanx of more than 500 people in command looked very small on the vast battlefield. Even the battle-hardened soldiers showed a nervous look at this time. The view of the pawns is full of enemies, while the allies are far apart. The phalanx of the Song army was like an isolated island, and the oncoming cavalry seemed to be a surging tide of rage. Thousands of cavalry, the chaotic hooves were deafening, and the cavalry of the Liao army shouted loudly to trample the flesh and blood in front of them.

The enemy cavalry is getting closer and closer, forty steps away, the insolent demeanor of the Liao army makes a sneer rise at the corner of Wang Gui's mouth, and behind him, the centurion issued a military order in a loud voice: "Fire-" only to hear the roar of "bang bang" and "bang bang bang", hundreds of fire guns fired at the same time, bursts of green smoke rose up, and countless guns whistled out with a strong wind. Immediately after, several Liao war horses that rushed in front of them neighed and fell, and the cavalry also fell to the ground. The Liao army behind also had a few horses shot, although the fire gun could not reach far, but the gun could penetrate the iron armor within thirty or forty steps, and the power was better than ordinary arrows.

After the first row of soldiers emptied their guns, they quickly loaded the guns with the heads and handles, raised their iron guns up to a kilometer long, and stood side by side with the pikemen and axemen on the periphery of the phalanx, and the guns on the periphery of the phalanx became dense. The second row of musketeers set up their guns in front of them, and with the officer's command, "bang bang" and "bang bang bang" roared again, and several Liao soldiers were shot and died. The fire gun only sounded twice, the cavalry of the Liao army had rushed to the front of the Song army, and it was about to hit the tip of the spear of Rulin in a daze, the Liao cavalry only controlled the horse with two legs, the war horse suddenly turned, the four hooves flew over, and swept in front of the phalanx without permission, and there were splashing mud spots everywhere, taking advantage of the moment when the war horse turned, the cavalry of the Liao army bent the bow and set up the arrows, and there was the sound of "whooshing" arrows breaking through the air everywhere.

"Don't move, everyone will die!" Centurion Zhang Qu shouted loudly.

This is the old military number of the Hebei camp. Most of the backbone of Yue Fei's department were the elite soldiers who followed Wang Yan from the Hebei camp to the south, and many of the habits of the Hebei camp were also inherited. For a while, "everyone is dying!" The cries arose. Those who do not dare to exchange their lives for their lives can only be slaughtered. A horse is enough for several people, and only when the foot soldiers in the formation are side by side, can everyone be brave and strong enough to compete with the cavalry on the plains. One of the soldiers snorted, was stabbed in the throat by an arrow, and fell straight down. The gunners in the back row didn't have time to pick him up, so they could only take a step forward and quickly pick up the fallen gun. The tip of the spear must always be clearly rushed outside in order to stop the Liao army's iron cavalry from rushing into the formation. As soon as the soldiers of the second row finished firing, the third row of muskets immediately handed over the loaded muskets, and the officers immediately gave the order to open fire.

There were gaps of dozens of paces between the small phalanxes of the Song army, and thousands of Liao cavalry poured into the interior of the phalanx like mercury along these gaps, and the vanguard even went straight through the whole formation without hindrance. Each phalanx was surrounded by cavalry circling and firing arrows. Zhao Xingde stood on the fort and watched all this, his brows were furrowed, and in the narrow field of vision of the clairglass, almost all of them were the figures of the cavalry of the Liao army, and the lonely Song army formation was almost completely submerged in the sea of cavalry. Every command was surrounded by the Liao army, and they could only fight alone. Only the incessant sound of firearms, the bursts of green smoke rising from time to time, and the tragic cry of "everyone stand up to death" made people realize that the Zhenguo Army was still resisting and fighting to the death.

The cavalry of the Liao army also became more and more cunning, almost without a teacher, they learned to lure the firecrackers to fire in advance, they used superb horsemanship, quickly approached the outside of the Song army's phalanx, seeing that a large group of cavalry was about to rush straight into the range of the firearms, suddenly a whistle, many cavalry turned their horses in unison, and swept dangerously outside the range of the firecrackers, and after most of the Song army's firearms were fired, they approached the firecrackers array to release arrows.

"Open artillery and bombard the Liao army on both sides of the phalanx!" Zhao Xingde turned his head and said, "Report to the Privy Envoy Yue, our army is invited to fight!" ”

"Obey!" Gao Su quickly turned around and ran to the artillery position in front of him, and ordered loudly, "Adjust the muzzle of the cannon and bombard the enemy cavalry on both sides of the Zhenguo Army." ”

After Gao Su assigned the bombardment area of each gun position, the gunners immediately got busy. The artillery carriage made by Xia Guo is easier to use, you only need to turn the winch to adjust the direction and range of aiming, and after a short pause, the artillery brought from Shuzhong will fire again. However, most of the barrel guns still use the gun carriage made by the Song Dynasty, because there is no labor-saving gear and lead screw device, this kind of gun carriage requires a group of people to roll up their sleeves and move to turn the gun body slightly, or use the iron frame to support the gun body and adjust the height of the cushion block. The Zhenguo army and the Liao cavalry in front were fighting, and people were dying every moment. "Quick!" "Hurry!" The gun commander was so anxious that beads of sweat the size of soybeans hung on his forehead, and each artillery group went all out, but it still took a long time to complete the re-aiming.

"The Ezhou workshop imitates the gun mount, it seems that it is going to be accelerated." Zhao Xingde thought secretly.

"Each artillery group, take turns firing the cannon!" Gao Su ordered loudly.

"Fire—"

"Fire—"

After a period of tossing, dozens of artillery pieces were adjusted one after another, and they roared neatly again. A large group of cavalry was a moving target, and the cavalry of the Liao army, which was circling and shooting arrows on the left and right sides of the Zhenguo army at this moment, happened to expose the sides to the muzzles. One after another, the shells whistled straight towards the dense place where the Liao soldiers and horses were concentrated. The shells were more than a dozen paces away from the formation of the town army. Right in front of the soldiers of the Zhenguo Army, patches of blood rained down where the shells passed, and stumps and broken arms were everywhere on the ground. The heavy artillery bombardment forced the cavalry wandering around the perimeter to either flee far away or rush into the gap in the Zhenguo army's formation. The distance between the small phalanxes was sixty paces, and the range of the fire bolt piercing the iron armor was forty paces. In the gaps crisscrossed by the phalanx, bullets flew in all directions, and the Liao army's tactic of luring the musketeers to open fire was completely useless, because no matter how they dodged, they were always within the range of a certain phalanx firearms.

The more crowded cavalry, the higher the hit rate of the guns fired from each phalanx. At the same time, the pressure on each Song army was also increasing. The war horse was afraid of the tip of the spear, and the cavalry of the Liao army blindfolded the eyes of the war horse, and rushed hard at the expense of casualties. Several phalanxes were crushed. When the battle came to this point, both sides were red-eyed. It was impossible for the Song army to surrender, and even if the phalanx was scattered by cavalry, the musketeers would either grit their teeth in place until the end, or gather to move closer to the other phalanxes nearby.

Every musketeer seems to be in the whirlpool of flesh and blood, and his ears are filled with the neighing and screaming of war horses, and at any time and anywhere, there may be crazy and frightened war horses rushing over and crashing to death, or being killed by a stray arrow, or being stabbed by the Liao army's spear. The officers were still shouting "stand up to death", while the ordinary soldiers, whether they were frightened or panicked, numb or excited, gave their lives to God. In such a chaotic situation, there was no correct tactic, the pikemen, axemen and musketeers in the front row were desperately trying to maintain the line, and the musketeers in the back row had also broken away from the officer's command, and loaded it as fast as possible, and handed it to the hands of the comrades in the front row as quickly as possible, and the gunners in the front row immediately set up their guns and ignited the fuse. The pressure of being surrounded by enemy cavalry forced everyone to act as if they were a little slower, and they would be suddenly rushed into the enemy line by a large group of cavalry. The black smoke rising from the mouth of the fire gun blurred everyone's faces, and everyone seemed to be in hell, unable to distinguish who was a demon and who was a ghost.

"Stand up to death!" Yan Xi opened his mouth wide and shouted hoarsely: "Third capital, don't fire!" ”

The soldiers below looked at the centurion with fear, his blackened face stained with blood and white pulp, and just a quarter of an hour earlier, the emaciated centurion had smashed the head of a deserter with his own hands. "Ready—" Yan Xi stared at the Liao cavalry looming in the gap in the phalanx, his right eyelid throbbing a little nervously. Because of the countless firing, black smoke shrouded the surroundings of the phalanx, even the Liao cavalry more than a dozen steps away became faint and faint, Yan Xi listened carefully to the sound of hooves, but his ears were buzzing, but he still believed in himself: "The Liao people are very cunning, and they can't empty all the firecrackers!" ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up,......" Chen Wuyi looked at the impenetrable black smoke, his heart was panicked, and he couldn't help but want to quickly ignite the lead, "Fuck it." His palms holding the pole were soaked with sweat.

"His grandmother's, what's going on with the third team?" Centurion Ma Quan shouted dissatisfiedly, and waved his hand vigorously, "Boom me!" "If it weren't for Yan Xi having been a personal soldier of the great commander, Ma Quan would have put him on the spot. Legal.

With the military order of the centurion, clouds of smoke rose, and the soldiers opened fire one after another, only to see the noise of people and horses in the smoke, and they couldn't tell how many hits. After the fire was fired, suddenly, a cavalry of the Liao army rushed out of the thick smoke, and more than a dozen horsemen and horses in front of them were dressed in iron armor, and the eyes of the war horses were covered with black cloth, and it seemed that they were about to rush over. The battle was chaotic, and the gunners had long lost the order of their turns, and Ma Quan's heart was cold, and he scolded: "Fight with his grandmother, stab, stab!" At this point, it was too late to reload the ammunition, and the soldiers scrambled to stab their guns. Stuck in the mouth of the gun, it didn't even have time to attach the pole to the tail, the enemy cavalry was about to crash into the phalanx!

"It's over!" The soldiers turned pale, and they only had time to point their muskets in the direction of the enemy's cavalry.