"Boom-boom-boom-"

Countless grenades exploded to produce clusters of fire, and shrapnel flew in all directions, blowing up the Liao army under the fort and screaming. However, not long after, another group of Liao cavalry rushed to the front of the fort. "Why is the thief suddenly not afraid of death?" Du Blowhorn waved his hand and shouted, "Quick, throw it down!" "Hundreds of smoking grenades followed suit......

"General Zhao!"

Zhao Xingde shook his head and once again refused the request of his own soldiers to retreat to the camp.

He had been listening to the sounds everywhere, and he was constantly making guesses in his mind, and he corroborated with the heralds who came from time to time to report them. However, the black haze on the battlefield has been getting heavier and heavier. In the darkness, the cavalry of the Liao army seemed to be endless, and in the dark night sky, smoke and dust were mixed together, and the situation of the battle could not be seen clearly. From time to time, groups of Liao cavalry rushed to the front, and the gunners guarding the Chinese army fought in a row. The battalions of the Song army guarded the camp tightly, but in the dark night, except for the tooth barracks, they did not dare to go out of the camp to investigate. Between the camps, there was also a chaotic sound of horses' hooves from time to time. Whenever this time, the Song army guarding the low walled wall is a row of guns released, the state and county soldiers are even more unbearable, there is little wind and grass, so they put a good fire gun for a while, the whole hill fort is as lively as the New Year, from time to time there are pieces of dense fire guns.

There was a roar of artillery from the hill fort, the sound of fire guns was sparse and dense, and the sound of horses' hooves was also one after another. On the north side of the camp of the Zhenguo Army, the generals surrounded Yue Fei, looking at the north with solemn faces, and the flash of the cannon muzzle in the darkness was particularly obvious even in the beating firelight all over the mountains.

"Dashuai, what should we do?" Yang Zaixing couldn't hold it back, his fists clenched tightly.

Zhang Xian and Wang Gui glanced at each other and did not speak. The faces of the other Zhenguo army generals also became solemn. At night, the enemy's situation is unknown, and it is easy to send troops, and the cavalry is not useful, and the infantry is most afraid of being ambushed by the enemy cavalry, and I am afraid that the nineteenth will not return.

"Zaixing led the white camp out to explore the reality of the enemy army," Yue Fei said in a deep voice, "The rest of the men and horses are guarding the camp and are not allowed to fight without the orders of the generals!" He pondered for a moment, and then said, "Prepare the horses for the camp and wait for the lights to go out to battle." "This is the greatest support that the Zhenguo Army can give. Night battles are the easiest to mess up with their own formations, and the large array of foot soldiers gallops to help at night, and encountering cavalry harassment and iron cavalry rampage, which is no different from sending them to death.

"Obey!" Zhang Xian and Yang Zaixing led the order loudly. Hundreds of cavalry of the White Battalion galloped out of the camp, and it didn't take long for them to disappear into darkness. In the distance, the firelight flickered and dimmed, the sound of artillery and the sound of killing, suddenly dense, suddenly silent, and even the military situation reported back by the white envoy was also changing rapidly, sometimes it was said that the Liao soldiers were in a big group of cavalry, sometimes they said that the Liao soldiers were bluffing, sometimes they said that the Liao soldiers were defeated and retreated, and sometimes they said that the Liao soldiers made a comeback. Yue Fei only ordered the Beiwei battalion to rampage the enemy army outside the range of the hill fort and interfered with the Liao army's attack on the fort, while the Zhenguo army brigade remained heavy.

"Fuck, you can't see anything?" On the northwest side of the fort, someone complained loudly, "This is blind fighting!" ”

"Less nonsense!" Liu Zhijian said loudly, "Hurry up!" ”

"Boom-boom-"

"Boom, boom—"

The sound of the cannon shook the sky, and the thin iron sheets of the shotguns were torn apart in the air, and the shotguns shot into the darkness like a swarm. The gunners complained that they did not dare to slack off at all. After all, firing a cannon can also strengthen courage. The nervousness of the enemy could not be seen clearly, more like an invisible whip, forcing the crowd to reload and fire quickly and quickly. Sweat and gunpowder smoke were mixed together, and the fire light was bright and dark, everyone was with a big flower face, and most of them were panting and sweating. Under the fort, the gunners stepped forward in a row, handed the loaded gunners to the people in front, and fired them downwards with a "bang, bang, bang", and the officers constantly issued the command to "fire", completely contrary to the habit of saving ammunition.

The attacking cavalry of the Liao army was also not comfortable, although the Song army could not see the enemy's coming, but the original artillery positions were mostly cross-covered according to the side-firing firepower, every Song army camp was defending to the death, and every soldier was using the greatest strength to fire the artillery with all his might. The cavalry of the Liao army did not worry about being bombarded by artillery from a distance, and once they entered the narrow area in front of the barracks, they suddenly felt that the bullets flew sideways, and the density was not weaker than that of the daytime, and many cavalry just rushed into the artillery fort twenty or thirty paces before they fell to the ground with men and horses. The dark night covered up the heavy casualties in front, and under the pride of the Khitans and their eagerness to turn defeat into victory, one by one the commanders led the troops to charge into battle, and the cavalry rushed towards the Song artillery fortress like a tide.

"Bang bang—"

"Bang bang bang-"

After the Song military guns exploded like popping beans, Subutai pulled out his scimitar and shouted: "Rush up!" The first rode forward, "Kill-" "Cut off Song Zhu's head!" Hundreds of Khitan cavalry shouted loudly and drew their scimitars, urging the horses to follow, countless blades glittering in the firelight. This is the experience of countless warriors' lives in exchange, and there is an interval between the firing of the Song army's artillery firearms, and this short interval is an excellent opportunity for the cavalry to attack. The low walls of the outer camp have all gone, and there is only a gentle slope with a small slope in front of the charging Liao army, and behind the low antler camp is the artillery fortress of the Song army.

The iron hooves of the war horses were chaotic, the Liao soldiers desperately approached the fort, behind the low wall, it was dark and gloomy, and the figure of the defenders looked as messy as weeds, and they were forced to retreat by the cavalry like a hurricane. "Rush!" Su Butai shouted loudly, and the blood and qi all over his body surged up. The ground was soft, and it was impossible to distinguish which was dirt and which was the corpse of a man and horse who was lodging, so Su Butai rushed over without hesitation. In a short distance, the war horse only needed a few breaths to rush through, and the Liao soldiers brandished their scimitars and shouted to kill the sky.

Suddenly, "Boom-" "Boom-" There were several loud noises under the horse's belly, and the fireworks were mixed with shrapnel, which was the explosion of the earth-shattering thunder thrown by the thunder thrower, Su Butai only felt that he was smashed on his back by something, and half of his body was stiff in pain, and he had green tendons on his forehead, and shouted in the direction of the Song army's fort: "Kill!" But the horse fell, and pressed the speed down the platform. He vaguely felt that countless cavalry rushed up from his side, rushing to the Song army's camp, and those messy weed-like foot soldiers were killed together.

"Get on the gun!"

"Get on the gun!"

A shout sounded on the Song military camp, and Lu Mingyu "snorted" and grabbed a big axe with both hands. The left battalion, against the retreating musketeers, rushed forward, and almost as soon as the formation was formed, it collided with the enemy cavalry. The long-handled axe slashed heavily on the front chest of the war horse, the war horse screamed sadly, Lu Mingyu was so shocked that his arms were numb, he threw the axe away, and the two personal soldiers rushed up, guarding him on the left and right, Lu Mingyu said loudly: "What are you doing!" Kill the enemy! Like a mad tiger, he drew his horizontal knife again, roared, and rushed towards a fallen Liao cavalry. There was a shout of killing on the barracks, and there were figures of the Song army and the Liao soldiers fighting everywhere. The cavalry seemed endless, rushing forward and onward, and it was not until the cannon fire sounded again that the momentum of the attack weakened slightly.

As soon as the gunners hurriedly came to reinforce him, Lu Mingyu frowned and said, "That's it, what about the others?" ”

There should have been five hundred soldiers in the first command, but there were only a few more than two hundred people, and the officer who led the troops said with a calm face: "When you encounter Liao thieves on the road, as soon as the cavalry rushes down, there are only so many brothers left." "Maybe it was just after a bloody battle, and the officers didn't have much awe for the left army.

"I see, it's hard work." Lu Mingyu's tone softened. In the face of the surprise attack of the cavalry of the Liao army, it is rare to be able to keep half of the subordinates alive. He pointed to the walled wall with large and small gaps, and ordered: "Replenish it first!" "The gunners who originally guarded the artillery fort have suffered heavy losses, and the tooth barracks has just fought a fierce battle and needs to rest, although there are few reinforcements, it is time to get them." Be! The officer didn't say a word, but stepped forward with his men, very neatly. Lu Mingyu's heart moved, and he asked, "What's your name?" ”

"The last general, Xu Guodong."

"Oh," Lu Mingyu nodded and said, "Go ahead, after this battle, I will ask for credit for you in front of General Zhao." ”

"Master Xie." Xu Guodong left without looking back, and was busy directing more than 200 soldiers to fill the gap in the weak wall. This was a bit of a faux pas, but it made Lu Mingyu look at him higher. "There are many talents around the general, so why worry about big things!" Lu Mingyu's mind flashed through his mind, and he turned around and arranged for the dispatch subordinates to guard the camp steadily. After a series of bloody battles, the shock brought by the Liao cavalry gradually passed, and the Song army defended it with some rules.

Another hour passed, the sound of horses' hooves outside gradually decreased, and the Liao army seemed to be unable to overcome the artillery forts, so they left again.

The cavalry of the Liao army retreated like a tide, and the fierce battle lasted for nearly two hours, and many soldiers were tired and sleepy, and their eyelids seemed to be glued together, and they were so sleepy that they did not dare to fall asleep. Zhao Xingde ordered his subordinates to take turns to rest, while on duty, while filling the gap in the camp with earth, stone and wood, after this night's tossing, all the soldiers realized the importance of the camp, any gap in the wall, the battlefield may have to be added with life. There is no need for the Chinese army to supervise, even if they are sleepy and want to die, the armies are desperately rushing to repair the wall, adding and arranging antler stakes, for fear that the Khitan cavalry will make a comeback again.

The cavalry of the Liao army did not appear again, and a line of fish belly white was gradually revealed in the east.

Zhang Jiurong looked at the clear light in the distance. "It's finally dawn." He exhaled and sat down on the floor. At dawn, the gunners were able to block and fire at a large force of cavalry two or three miles away, and the defenders were much more calm. In this night battle, most of the bloody battles around the critical artillery forts were the men and horses of the Baoyi Army headquarters. The Raozhou battalion just put a row of guns outside, but fortunately, the camp of the Raozhou battalion was solidly repaired, and there was no cavalry to attack. For Zhang Jiurong, the most tense, tragic and lively night he has experienced in his life has passed too dullly, and when he looks back, he can't help but feel a trace of loss in his heart, and more stupid expectations. "It's better to be a centurion than a scholar." He let out a low cry, stood up, and looked into the distance.