"Great Khan, the Song people have gone to trample on the iron barrel artillery team." The rider shouted.

The movement of the cavalry of the Song army can be seen clearly by the Erbo cavalry arrayed in the middle of the mountain. When the cavalry is fighting, no one can show their backs to the other party, and the Song army is not good at riding and shooting, even more so. The Erbo cavalry had a numerical advantage, and although the Liao infantry guarding the iron barrel artillery team was not elite, it was not paper-mâché, and if the Song cavalry was trapped in it, the end would be more auspicious. However, the cavalry of the Song army left behind the oncoming strong enemy and went straight to the iron barrel artillery team.

"Look for death!" The scar on Xiao Ta's cheek twitched, and it became very hideous. On the one hand, he knew that the barrel artillery was very important to the army, and on the other hand, the cavalry decisive battle was not over, and the other side ignored it, which was a naked contempt and humiliation for the Murbs.

"If you want to die, let you die!" Xiao Ta grunted a few times in his throat and made an inaudible oath.

He raised his right hand, divided into left and right gestures, when the horse galloped out, the two wings of the Erbo cavalry rushed down from the hillside, they did not just follow behind the Song cavalry, but more than 10,000 cavalry gradually divided into left and right teams, opened two large arcs, such as the eagle's wings spread, from the hill pounced down, this is the formation of hunting yellow sheep on the grassland.

On the other hand, the iron barrel artillery team suddenly encountered a large number of cavalry of the Song army, and the formation suddenly became chaotic. The cavalry of the Liao army was busy concentrating from both sides of the artillery team to one wing, barely forming a long snake formation. When the cavalry bent their bows and arrows, the Han army's infantry soldiers were also hurriedly forming formations, and the speed was much slower than that of the Song Dynasty's firecrackers. The Liao's iron barrel cannons were extremely heavy, and they were attacked by cavalry at short distances, and there was no time to prepare for the cannons, and only a few gunners untied their horses from the small cannon carts, and then hurriedly turned the muzzles of the guns to reload the ammunition. Most of the gunners could only lean against the artillery carriage with their swords and guns, and looked at the Song cavalry approaching with horror on their faces.

"Rush up - kill more gunners!"

Yang Zaixing's eyes showed a fierce light, and he crossed the Liao cavalry that was hastily arrayed, and stared directly at the gunners who were cowering behind. He raised the big gun with his right arm, shook his arm three times, and then clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and the war horse felt the master's awe-inspiring killing intent and galloped with all his might. A moment later, more than 4,000 cavalry of the Tabai Battalion completed the whole formation at a gallop, and the cavalry drove their horses close together, forming three horizontal formations in front and rear. At a distance of 200 paces from the Liao army, the first column of cavalry hung the big gun on the bird's wing victory hook, took out the winding crossbow, and the crosshair jumping up and down was aimed at the Liao cavalry in front.

The iron hooves flew like thunder, and the cavalry of the Song army was getting closer and closer...... The Liao gunners ignited the gunpowder primers.

"Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-" A cluster of black shadows roared across the sky. The shells partially landed in the open space between the two armies, and many still hit the tightly packed Song cavalry. The round iron cannonball, with great kinetic energy, penetrated the body that was straight when riding the horse, and the war horse neighed and screamed, and the flesh and blood flew sideways. However, the Song army's cavalry formation was not chaotic at all, and the rear cavalry quickly urged forward to fill the vacancy left by the victims.

"Rush forward!" Yang Zaixing hurriedly shouted, "Kill the gunner-Da Song Wansheng!" ”

"Kill - Great Song Wansheng!" The cavalry responded like a mountain and a sea, "Great Song Wansheng!" "Great Song Wansheng!"

In the Zhenguo Army, the Tabai Battalion can be called elite along with the Beiwei Battalion, with the highest status, the best treatment, and the most adequate military salary. Cavalry is the pride of the whole army. At this moment, the Liao army infantry artillery array in front and the Erbo cavalry in the back are already dead. But everyone's face was calm, and there was nothing else to think about except the resolute determination to see death as if they were home, and they were staring intently at the enemy army in front of them.

It was only seventy or eighty steps away from the cavalry of the Liao army, and at the same time that the Liao army bent its bow and arrows to the sky, the first column of cavalry pulled the trigger of the crossbow, quickly put the crossbow back into the leather bag, and then took off the big gun and pointed straight ahead. Countless crossbow arrows shot at the Khitan cavalry like flying locusts, and at the same time, the arrow feathers in the sky fell one after another, and the cavalry of both Song and Liao suffered some casualties.

"Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom Boom-" The Liao army's iron barrel cannon roared again.

Pieces of flying locust stones, iron thistles, iron sand sprayed out like a swarm, the Song army's countless bulleted war horses fell and rolled, some of the cavalry in the back row dodged at the critical moment, some also couldn't dodge, followed the people on their backs, the formation was a little chaotic for a while, at this time, the cavalry of the Liao army launched an impact, shouted loudly and launched a charge, the cavalry on both sides were desperately urging the horses, and the horse speed was urged to the extreme between a few breaths, and after an instant, the two armies had clashed. Everyone did not hesitate at all, only waved their arms and slashed hard, and the cavalry flashed in front of them, either you die or I die. Countless people fell from their horses, and the earth was once again filled with boiling blood.

"Kill-" Yang Zaixing looked at King Kong angrily, the white cherry blossoms on the head of the gun were already dyed red, and "Da Da" was dripping with blood.

In a few breaths, he picked two enemy horsemen in a row, and swept with the barrel of a gun, and with the staggered power of the two horses, he swept a knife-wielding Liao cavalry off the horse, at this time, the eyes were suddenly empty, more than ten steps away, was the Liao army artillery team with a group of hedgehogs, looking at the Song cavalry who had barely reduced their speed with a frightened face. The escort artillery team was only an ordinary cavalry of the North Courtyard, and the momentum was much weaker than that of stepping on the white camp to fight to the death. In this cavalry battle, the Liao army suffered heavy casualties, while the Song cavalry became more and more courageous.

"Rush—" Yang Zaixing shouted violently, urging the horse to rush towards the Liao army's artillery truck.

Facing the rain of arrows in the sky, the cavalry of the white battalion followed closely behind Yang Zaixing, and the war horses were spewing white gas, exerting their last strength and rushing towards the enemy camp. Yang Zaixing, who took the lead, was even more targeted, his war horse was hit by two arrows, and he was hit by seven or eight arrows on his body, but there was a bright light fish scale armor to protect the vital point. He didn't have time to break the shaft of the arrow, and he had already come to the front of the enemy formation, Yang Zaixing roared, faced the spear of Rulin, and rushed straight up.

The Khitans were the heaviest in cavalry warfare, and those who became foot soldiers, except for foreigners, were the least useful in their own tribe. Most of the officers who tried to drill into the camp and enter the barrel artillery team were reluctant to charge. These people's fear of cavalry is almost innate, and at this moment, it is the extreme to be able to form a formation with trembling. The momentum of thousands of iron horsemen rushing straight towards him was extremely amazing, and every Liao army foot soldier felt that there were dozens of horses rushing towards him. Even if the infantry spear could pierce the cavalry, the huge momentum of the mountain was enough to shock the first foot soldier to death.

No matter how much the officer's intimidation was, at the last moment, the fear of death overpowered, and just when the first war horse rushed up with great inertia, the Liao army infantry began to abandon their spears and scimitars, turned around and fled, and the originally impregnable formation collapsed in an instant.

"Immortal God!" Many of them cried and shouted, "Run-" and "Run-" The officers could not stop this avalanche of rout, and they were either hacked to death and trampled to death by the frightened and out-of-control soldiers, or fled with the flow of people. The artillerymen stood dumbfounded near the artillery carriage, watching as the Song cavalry broke the line in one fell swoop, driving a large number of foot soldiers as if driving a flock of sheep. "Run—" someone shouted, and the gunners fled.

Yang Zaixing pushed away the soft spears on both sides, rode into the Khitan infantry, handed the gun to his left hand, drew his saber with his right hand, and slashed indiscriminately with his sword. The cavalry of the white battalion is like a tiger entering the flock, and the scene can be described as chopping melons and vegetables. The Liao soldiers only cared about fleeing for their lives, and no one had the intention of resisting, and one after another fell to the ground in the blood light.

"Kill more gunners!" Yang Zaixing shouted loudly: "Kill the gunner!" "Kill the gunner!"

In order to facilitate movement, the Liao gunners did not wear armor, but only put a cowhide shoulder on the outside of the military robe, which was very different from the ordinary Liao soldiers, and was particularly conspicuous in the flow of fleeing people. In the shouts of "kill the gunner", the cavalry of the Song army rushed straight into the middle of the horse, and when they met the man who was not in armor and wore the gunner's shoulder, they chased after him and gave him a shot. The infantry soldiers mixed in the Liao army were in chaos, and many gunners died in this way. The cavalry of the Song army rushed left and right, and the formation was scattered, not to mention that the Murbo cavalry had already surrounded them.

"Kill—" Yang Zaixing shouted violently. The big gun stretched out like a poisonous snake and shrank as soon as it stretched out, piercing a Liao gunner to the ground, he took a deep breath, raised the big gun, and dozens of steps away, densely packed with Liao cavalry. There were also a few cavalry galloping from all directions, and there were only a few dozen horsemen around Yang Zaixing.

"Come on-" Yang Zaixing's eyes widened angrily and roared, "Great Song Wansheng!" "He shook his arms with a big gun, and while the Liao army's cavalry formation had not yet closed, he rushed straight towards the gap." Great Song Wansheng! The cavalry of the Tabai battalion shouted in unison, but the war horses were panting, covered with sweat, and some of them staggered. Many of the cavalrymen's arms were already sore, and they still had short broken arrow shafts inserted in their bodies, however, they followed behind Yang Zaixing without hesitation, and rode their horses to charge into battle until they died in battle. The Mlb cavalry surrounded layer by layer, like a pack of wolves fighting tigers, fighting, biting, retreating for the time being, rushing up again, firing arrows, and rushing to kill. The cavalry battle was fought to this point, and both sides did not have the slightest respite, and the battle was short and tragic, and it was not over until the cavalry of the Song army in the brigade was killed and wounded.

The north wind howled, corpses were everywhere, arrows and broken blades were everywhere, and broken military flags and armor could be seen everywhere.

The ownerless war horses are still nostalgically licking their masters. The wet tongue of a war horse kept licking a bloody face, which was slashed horizontally by a scimitar, and the flesh and skin on the face were rolled up, which was terrifying. Yang Zaixing only felt a sharp pain in his heart, and it was itchy and unbearable, he opened his eyes, only to see that the surroundings were already pitch black, I don't know if it was the world or hell. He was exhausted and weakened, and he was pressed against him by two or three corpses, unable to move, as if all that was left was a zombie-like shell.

"Is this battle won? Or defeated? There was only one question left in his mind. Whether he lives or dies, he doesn't care at all.