"What are you doing in a daze, you can still move, rush forward!" Xiao Anguo, an officer of the Xi clan in the Tiebi Battalion, was the first to react, pushed the soldiers beside him, and shouted loudly, "It's the fire gun, rush to the front and cut them down!" "Xiao Anguo was also born in the aristocracy, and the fire gun is very common among the nobles of the Liao State, but everyone regards it as a plaything collection, and the bow horse is the foundation of the Great Liao State. At this time, the cavalry on both flanks of the Liao army also saw that something was wrong, and desperately rushed to the middle to interfere with the launch of the central array of the Song army.

Zhao Xingde silently observed the situation in front of him, and the smoke from the launch was filled, affecting part of his vision. But the silence of the commander did not prevent the commander of the hundred-man team from giving orders.

"Third Row - Front ——!"

As the command sounded, the soldiers standing behind the deputy chief stepped forward two steps, and when they passed by the deputy chief, they handed over the musket in their hands to the deputy chief, took the musket that had been emptied, loaded the spear, and half-squatted beside the first row of chiefs, and the density of the spears in the front of the entire firearm battalion doubled.

The distance of forty steps was very short, and the projectiles excited by the three hundred firecrackers at the same time caused dozens of injuries, and the ironwall battalion of the Liao State that had come to its senses began to rush towards the position of the firecracker battalion under the command of the Xi officer, and the tall heavy-armored infantry soldiers in a group of five made a neat sound and got closer and closer. The firecracker battalion soldiers in the front row could even see a bloodthirsty or indifferent light shining through the cracks in the opponent's helmets.

"Ignition—fire—"

The three hundred firebolts were lit again, and with the sound of zila burning, the soldiers of the firebolt battalion had never hated the length of the gunpowder lead so much as they did now, just as they hated Zhao Xingde for doing everything possible to shorten it. Bless Guan Erye! Until now, not a single firebolt has been blown up.

"Bah-" "Boom" "Boom" The continuous sound of fire guns sounded again.

Many Liao soldiers who were rushing forward threw their heads to the ground, their shouts stopped abruptly, and the eyes of the guns that were hit were gushing with blood, and they couldn't stop. The thick armor of the soldiers of the Tiebi Battalion in the Liao army was also penetrated at this distance without exception, and unlike the usual ones who could still charge with arrows, as long as they were hit by the firearms, most of them fell to the ground, and the cracks in the armor were bleeding continuously, and a group of five soldiers of the Tiebi Battalion were connected together, as long as there were more than two people unable to move, the other three were also dragged down in the local area.

"Fourth row—front—"

The soldiers of the fourth row, who were already standing behind the deputy chief, took two steps forward, exchanged firearms with the deputy chief, loaded the empty firecrackers with spears, and also half-squatted beside the first row chief. The density of spears in front of the fire battalion was three times as dense as before the fire was fired, and the dense spears, looking from afar, looked like a jungle with fangs, waiting for the blood of the enemy. At this time, the soldiers of the Liaoguo Tiebi Battalion who rushed to the front had already been killed.

"Bell-" sound, five heavy axes like wheels, successively split on the spear, the huge strength of the iron wall battalion soldiers, almost the Song army envoy soldier blade out of his hand, the fire battalion soldier who was already hunched to support the spear, looked up at this bronze wall iron tower-like opponent, from the bottom of his heart to produce a feeling of oppression and fear. At this time, the command of the head of the capital was issued.

"Ignition—fire—"

The deputy commanders who had already changed the fire guns lit the medicine lead one after another, and killed to the front, and the Liao soldiers who were temporarily blocked by the guns were almost in front of the fire guns, and the strong and tall bodies of the soldiers of the Tiebi Battalion and their attitude of ignoring life and death made the hands of some of the deputy commanders of the fire gun battalion trembling, however, the ignition action that had been repeated hundreds of times was still completed.

Everyone hated the length of the gunpowder lead again, the Liao army was not without experience in attacking the bow and crossbow array, knowing that this moment was the time to exchange their lives bravely, the distant front spear defense line was about to collapse, and the soldiers of the iron wall battalion even tried to get rid of the iron chain, and jumped into the spear thicket, and the Song army's spear could not pierce his entire tough armor, and was pressed backwards.

Just then, the fire went off.

The sound of "Woo-" "Woo-" was as wonderful as Xianle in the ears of the soldiers in front of the Fire Gun Battalion.

At this distance, the firebolt is almost indistinguishable from firing at the head of an enemy, and even the strongest iron helmet can pierce through it. The tall, unwielding guards of the Ironclad Battalion, stuck in a bush of spears, were almost the best targets. Even people with no aiming training at all can hit effortlessly.

It's not just a hit, the huge impact of the heavy gun fired with a double medicine, at this distance unreservedly hit the body of the Liao army in front, almost all of them will involuntarily fall back, blood spurts out, if there is no helmet mask protection, the face door is a big hole in the flesh and blood, even if there is an iron helmet and a whole cuirass, they are all pierced, and few die on the spot.

"Fifth row—front—"

Smoke rose from the battlefield, and the soldiers of the fifth platoon followed the command of the head of the capital, quickly ran to the front, handed over the fire gun in his hand to the deputy chief, put on the spear, and with the help of the forward momentum, used the spear to push out the corpses and bodies of the enemy soldiers stuck in the front formation.

The fire bell sounded, those who rushed to the front, the most brave and good fighting Liao army just finished playing, the front soldier's hanging heart was only slightly lowered, and the deputy commanders realized the huge power of the guy in their hands, and the posture of the fire breaker added a little more freedom and even chic.

"Open-fire-"

Just before the Liao army in front of him had time to replenish it, the fire gun rang out again, and there was a banging sound, and another Liao army fell in a pool of blood. "Sixth Platoon—Front—" The not-so-wide front of the Huojiao Battalion is now densely distributed with these 1,800 spears, and even the Liao soldiers who are the most afraid of death will risk their lives to rush forward, and it will be difficult to break through at once. And just behind this dense forest of guns, a row of black holes and holes of fire guns have already established the impression of indestructibility for the Liao army in front.

"Run!" The morale of the frontal Liao army finally collapsed.

Because of the death of two comrades and unable to move forward, Xu Ding, who stayed in this formation, saw the Liao soldiers retreating like a tide, leaving a corpse behind, usually at this time, it is usually the best time for crossbowmen to shoot the retreating enemy, but the front of the Song army is a strange silence, only the arrows that run out of the large array of the Chinese army, are still shooting diagonally from the air.

The thickening smoke blocked Zhao Xingde's vision, but he still felt that the enemy army had retreated, along with all the soldiers of the Fire Gun Battalion. The deputy commanders of the Fire Gun Battalion were enthusiastic about their brains, and they all had a strong urge to empty all the Fire Guns in the team. Zhao Xingde was in a chaotic and noisy environment, but his mind fell into a strange ethereal and quiet feeling, as if he was not a part of the battlefield where thousands of troops were competing, as if he was standing alone on an empty battlefield, observing everything around him with a pair of calm spiritual eyes. This feeling of being out of place with the environment made Zhao Xingde feel very uncomfortable and uncomfortable. "Impulsive? Agitated? Nervous? Blood boil? He even thought secretly for a moment, "Why can't I feel these things I've heard, and I can't devote myself to the state of the two armies fighting, is there something wrong with me?" Now it's a war! Fight! You have to concentrate! Focus! ”

"Pick up." He issued a military order in time to stop the capitalists from continuing to give the order to "open fire".

"Pick-up--"

With the battalion commander, the commanders of the capital dragged out the military order in a long tone, and the soldiers in the front line breathed a sigh of relief, and arranged the tight formation more neatly, and the deputy chief behind him took the fire fold away from the side of the lead in time. Everyone realized that the enemy troops had retreated, and now they continued to fire at the enemy's back, or ...... A young military general like Su Wenyu not only had a secret expectation in his heart.

"Fifteen steps forward." Military orders were then issued. Zhao Xingde hoped to get close to the enemy and send out the last four salvos to ensure the lethality of the firebolts and at the same time shorten the distance of the whole army to charge into battle.

"Forward—fifteen steps—" "Forward—fifteen steps—"

After hearing the military order clearly, the commander in front led the soldiers waiting for the enemy next to him to stand up, and the dense jungle of spears seemed to grow half a foot taller at once, and then slowly advanced under the guidance of the battalion commander and the head of the capital. Looking to the left from Zhao Xingde's position, the tip of the spear thorn, some of which reflected the white light of the sharp blade, and some of which were still stained with blood, were arranged in several rows that kept beating up and down. Advancing fifteen steps, the Liao troops who did not have time to climb back to their own formation were nailed to death in the mud with iron guns.

Fifteen steps later, the spear jungle took root again, Zhao Xingde was able to see the situation on the opposite side, the Liao army began to bend the bow and set up arrows, and released arrows in the direction of the fire gun camp to prevent them from approaching, although the soldiers in the front line shook the spears to play a certain role in blocking the arrows, but at this short distance, whether it was a flat shot or a projectile of dense arrows, the penetration power should not be underestimated, causing the fire gun camp soldiers to continue to fall down with arrows.

An arrow almost flew past Zhao Xingde's iron helmet, and he was a little surprised that he didn't care too much, but calmly ordered: "Ignite." ”

"Ignition—fire—"

He couldn't wait for a long time, and quickly ignited the gunpowder fuse, and with the sound of banging, the Liao army in front, especially the tall and inconvenient soldiers of the Tiebi battalion, fell a lot. The fire battalion opened fire at a distance of less than thirty paces, and the Liao generals in front were a little hesitant, not knowing whether to rush forward to fight or continue to release arrows.

Before receiving further orders from the commander, the battalion commander smoothly issued the order "Seventh Platoon - Forward Formation-" Three hundred pikemen with empty guns were added to the front formation, and the rain of arrows of the Liao army at this level was still able to support the Song army's foot soldiers who were well protected by foot armor in this short period of time.

"Ignition - fire - " The dense guns were once again striking in the narrow front of the Liao soldiers, and many people fell down in front of them with bloody guns.

"Eighth Platoon—Front—" The three hundred pikemen squeezed into the dense queue of the upper line, almost unable to fit their feet.

"Ignition-fire-" After the sound of the fire, "Ninth Platoon-Front-" The soldiers holding spears in front of them were almost crowded into the air, and Zhao Xingde did not issue a military order to rush to the formation at this time, but he was afraid that someone would be pushed forward and fall.

At this time, the Liao army in front finally couldn't bear the pressure of firing arrows and firearms face to face, and began to retreat sparsely in the face of the dense Song army's spearmen. The elite soldiers of the Iron Wall Battalion, who were dragged down by the dead and wounded, could not retreat quickly, and those who were still standing fell behind, and became the target of intensive fire with firearms.

"Out of battle!" Zhao Xingde broke off, and Su Wenyu was stunned, because since this battle, the general himself had never given such a loud order, and in an instant, he understood, and shouted loudly with the other flag officers: "Out of battle!" "Get out of the battle!"

"Out-"

The battalion commanders, the military orders of the capitals, as if opening the floodgates to stop the flood, have long been crowded in the front of the Song army spearmen, whether under the invasion of the Liao army's arrow rain, or under the push of the rear soldiers, like a mountain rolling stone, like a flying waterfall, rushing forward to kill.

Zhao Xingde was deeply impressed by the huge impact of thousands of soldiers rushing forward to kill, "The disease of the torrent, as for the drifters, is also powerful, and the disease of the birds, as for the destroyers, the knots." It is a good fighter, its potential is dangerous, and its knots are short. The momentum is like a crossbow, and the knots are like a start. "The nature of wood and stone, peace is quiet, danger is moving, square is stopped, and circle is lined. Therefore, the momentum of good fighters, such as turning a round stone in the mountain of a thousand people, is also powerful. The words in this military book suddenly came to mind, and I understood a lot in an instant.

He nodded thoughtfully, as if he didn't care much about things that didn't feel like a battlefield for the time being.