"Boom-" "Boom-"

"Boom, boom—"

After the sound of the cannon, a black shadow flew up from the bottom of the mountain, the Liao army on the hill almost raised their heads in unison, and the foot soldiers in front of them dodged in both directions, and they couldn't dodge, and the people who were hit by the cannonballs all broke their tendons and fractures, and even more were broken in half by the cannonballs through the fire, and the terrible screams spread the emotions of fear. Because the 'shooting' range of the iron barrel cannon was not as good as that of the Song army, and because of the lack of anti-artillery fortifications, the originally condescending Liao soldiers, like live targets, were like live targets, and they were hard to bombard the Song army's iron barrel guns on the hills. Although the Liao soldiers killed by the shelling accounted for only a small part of the tens of thousands, the blow to morale was extremely huge. This kind of dilemma of being beaten but not being able to fight back is something that the Khitan warriors who are good at riding and 'shooting' have never experienced.

"Lord Beiyuan," Xiao Mahuai, the commander of the Xi army, pleaded loudly, "please let the cavalry storm the Song army's array!" ”

"Wait, wait!" Yelu Tiege's face was blue and black, and he stared coldly at the bottom of the mountain, just like this, Song Jiang thought he had a plan, and when he stayed behind, he cried. Yelu Tiege is in charge of the Northern Courtyard, and he is under one person and above ten thousand people in the Liao State. Xiao Mahuai didn't dare to be strong, so he mentioned it angrily and shouted loudly: "'Hold on'!" ”

"Hold on!" "'Hold on', you must 'hold on'!"

Khitan dialect, 'female' truth, and Han dialect rise and fall on the hills. The iron barrel cannons set up by the Liao army on the hills were also constantly counterattacking, however, the shells were either too close or too biased, except for creating large earth pits, few of them fell into the Song army's large array two miles away. The faces of the generals are pale, and most of the soldiers at the lower levels are pale with fear, not knowing who the next unlucky person to be hit by a cannonball is? After bombarding the Liao army's artillery fort on the hill for about half an hour, the shells gradually turned to the side of the hill, bombarding the 'Nu' Zhen army and the Xi army's infantry formation, and at the same time conducting test 'shooting' to stop the Khitan cavalry. Seeing that the shelling had already had an effect, Zhao Xingde issued a banner for attack.

"Left Army - Stand Up!" "Stand up-" "All stand up-"

A military order was issued loudly, and the soldiers of the battalions of the left army, who were sitting cross-legged near the Chinese army, quickly stood up. The 'medicine' of the musket gun ammunition has been applied a long time ago. The soldiers around the army formation put the muskets on the guns, and the soldiers in the middle still had their spears hanging on their waists, and they took out the fire crackers from their waists, holding the rear end of the fire guns and the fire crackers at the same time in their right hands, and holding the front of the barrel of the fire guns in their left hands. The two poles of the firebolt are tied together with a straw stem and a barrel to prevent it from swaying when traveling, and when it is used, it will break when it is pulled. The tight wrapping of the 'legs' made the soldiers look particularly 'energetic', and after a while, the twenty-one battalion phalanx had been formed and moved to the front through the gap between the right army formation, which was responsible for defense and vigilance.

"Quick!" Artillery Commander Du Chun wiped his sweat and shouted loudly, "Work harder!" ”

A group of gunners, under the protection of the musketeers on all sides, drove the mules to pull the three-inch cannons, accompanying the attacking army.

The four-inch cannon weighed 1,000 catties, and the weight was reduced by various methods, and the three-inch cannon also weighed more than 700 catties. The gunners were all sweating, some were holding on to the gun carriages, wheels, and some were desperately clinging to the reins of the mule to prevent it from suddenly being frightened. "It would be nice if Liu was in charge." Du Chun thought with some regret that it was Liu Zhijian's idea to attack with light barrel cannons and gunners, but unfortunately before the Northern Expedition, Liu Zhijian was assigned to the westward army led by Han Shizhong. Sent to Han Shizhong's command with Liu Zhijian, there are also a large number of capable old firearms officers, although Zhao Xingde immediately promoted a large number of new officers, and supplemented the experienced Han army firearms officers, but the former comrades could not fight side by side, which is always regrettable.

Zhang Jiurong looked left and right, and the military flags of the twenty-one phalanx were in full view. The queue of the firecracker battalion under Zhao Xingde was second to none in the entire Song army, and tens of thousands of firecrackers were ready to attack the enemy formation at the same time, and the scene was so solemn in the vastness that it even made Zhang Jiurong feel like tears in his eyes.

"Zhongxing Daye," Zhang Jiurong shouted loudly in his heart, "Fight here!" ”

The commander of the left army had already issued the order to advance, he shook his head violently, shook the scholarly anger out of his mind, pulled out the Yanling knife, and shouted loudly: "Forward-" "Forward-" Accompanied by the orders of the battalion commanders at all levels and the envoys of the guards, twenty-one phalanxes, each seven battalions were a 'wave', and the rear battalion was facing the gap between the front battalions, and 10,000 firecrackers marched towards the Liao army formation on the hill with neat and firm steps. The musketeers passed through the flat wilderness, and when they encountered a crater in the middle of their march, they jumped over without hesitation, and then continued on their way, and came to the bottom of the hill, and after a little formation, they continued to 'advance' forward against the oncoming shells, and the mountain wind blew their fiery red banners and gray and white 'colored' military robes.

"Forward—"

"Forward-" "Forward-"

The left battalion of tooth soldiers and miners marched at the forefront of the whole army. The tall and sturdy thunder throwers were heavily armoured, and a round basket made of rattan hung from their 'chests', which was filled with grenades. Qian Shen held a small square shield in his left hand and a short-handled mace 'stick' in his right hand, and through the gap in the helmet, Qian Shen saw that the front of the Liao army was getting closer and closer.

Because of the haste, the Liao army did not have time to dig trenches, but like the Song army, they 'inserted' a lot of antlers in front of the formation, but they were a little more humble than the Song army. "Whew-" A swarthy projectile roared in, Qian Shen blinked subconsciously, tilted his head to the side, only to feel that the cannonball seemed to fly past his ears, his mouth was full of bitter taste, and he couldn't hear any screams behind him at all. "Bastard!" The nearby cannonball seemed to ignite his anger, and Qian looked indignantly towards the hill. "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The higher they went, the more fierce the artillery fire of the Liao army became, and no matter how many people fell, the mine-throwers kept moving forward without looking back. The cannonballs passed through the thin line of the mine-throwers, and smashed into the Song army's arms battalion that followed closely behind, and almost every shell that fell into the Song army's array could knock down several people.

"Forward—"

"Forward!" Zhang Jiurong and other escort envoys kept shouting 'exciting' to encourage the soldiers.

"'Stand up' to death!" He Jin, the old commander of the Hebei camp, shouted, "'Die' to death!" ”

"Forward!" "Forward—"

Amid the shouts and shouts of the officers above the rank of commander, most of the musketeers were silent, gritting their teeth and holding on to this tenacious and terrifying march. Many people screamed and fell on the way forward, and the people behind took a few quick steps, stepping past the motionless corpses, past the wounded who were struggling and wailing, the places of the dead and wounded were filled in time, and the living staggered on. Arriving at a place about thirty-four steps away from the Liao army, the fire battalion stopped, the second soldier in line propped up the stick, and the arrows of the Liao army rushed to the face like a swarm of bees, which was within the range of most Liao army's bows and arrows, and the arrows were as dense as rain, and the gray-white 'colored' tail feathers were instantly 'inserted' all over the hillside.

Almost every thunder thrower had several arrows stuck in his body, and Qian Shen quickly 'inserted' the tip of the shield into the ground, and the arrows 'shot' in front of the shield, crackling like rain hitting lotus leaves, sweat trickled down the bridge of his nose, dripped on his chin, and flowed down his chin into the collar, soaking through the leather armor and close-fitting silk robe.

"One, two, three...... Qian Shen didn't care about these, he took out five grenades from the basket, arranged them in a row behind the shield, took out the fire fold from his waist, lit several grenades in turn, and began to count in a low voice, "eight, nine, ten", he stood up suddenly, threw the grenade towards the Liao army, and after quickly retracting back, he immediately threw another grenade on the ground, one, two, three, four, five. In a very short period of time, thousands of black shadows were drawn in front of the Song army's formation, and grenades fell into the Liao army's formation, and the violent explosions of "boom", "boom, boom", and "boom" made a loud noise, and the dust flew up, and the choking smoke rose up, and the power even exceeded the bombardment of artillery. There were also some grenades that exploded on the spot due to the mistake of the mine throwers or the death of the mine throwers, and there were puffs of smoke and dirt, but because the formation of the front row of the mine throwers was loose, there was still some distance from the main formation of the fire gun battalion, and the casualties caused were negligible except for the casualties of the mine throwers.

"Bang bang—"

"Bang bang bang-" "Bang bang bang-"

Almost at the same time, the fire bolt in front of the battle exploded like fried beans. In accordance with the requirements of the two regulations of "the shortest time interval" and "the most intense combined firepower delivery", after countless exercises, the coordination between the Northern Expeditionary Arms Battalion and the mine-throwers has been perfected. Countless guns were like torrential rain after a strong wind, whistling through the smoke and 'shooting' into the Liao army's formation, the iron projectiles had a huge penetrating power, and those who were hit were either killed or injured, and caused a huge 'chaos' and 'chaos'.

"Rush!" Qian Shen burst into a shout, tore the basket off his chest, abandoned his shield, and jumped out with his hands clenched to the mace.

"Kill!" "Kill!"

The thunder throwers who threw out the grenades shouted, brandishing iron axes, maces, iron spears and other heavy blades and jumped into the Liao army formation, followed by the 'tide' of fire guns, they had just 'fired' a round of firearms, and rushed to the Liao army with good spears. Thousands of grenades exploded and firecrackers, and the resolute charge destroyed the Liao army's front almost instantly. Countless 'female' Zhen army and Xi army soldiers, just under the bombardment can still hold on, but at this time they lost the last trace of courage, turned around and fled, the defeat is like a mountain, countless routs converged into a huge torrent, avoiding the tightly fortified iron barrel artillery position on the top of the hill, and fled to both sides, if it is not stopped, the Song army can take the Liao army's position to lay iron barrel artillery this time.

"Lord Beiyuan, cavalry! Cavalry rampage! Xiao Mahuai shouted at Brother Yelu Tie.

These Song troops who are not afraid of death are simply possessed by the devil, the 'female' real battalion in front has completely collapsed, the Xi military camp can't be sent to death in vain like the 'female' real battalion, what about the cavalry that the Khitans are most proud of?

"Lord Beiyuan, let the cavalry rampage Song soldiers!" Xiao Mahuai's face was full of bruises, he was also a close relative of the descendants, and when it was really fatal, he couldn't care about Brother Yelu Tie's precious identity.

At this point, every general of the Liao army understood that the iron barrel cannon was an indispensable thing for the two armies to 'engage', and if the Song army captured the hill and captured all the artillery of the Liao army, then there was no choice but to retreat, and the battle would be considered a failure. Yelu Tiege glanced at him, did not speak, raised his horsewhip and ordered the banner, and let the five thousand palace tent cavalry standing by behind the hill go out and rampage the Song army in front of the infantry formation.

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