Chapter 690: Despair
"Woo woo woo ......"
As soon as the sky was bright, the horn of attack sounded in the camp of the golden soldiers!
After a night of deep thought, Huang Taiji had realized that he could no longer interfere with the Dongjiang Army, so he decided to have a decisive battle with the Dongjiang Army.
Nearly 100,000 soldiers and horses were assembled in the sound of horns, and then facing the rising sun, under the leadership of Huang Taiji, they directly rushed to the camp of the Dongjiang Army.
Mao Wenlong stood on the arrow tower set up in the camp, and he could watch the entire battlefield from a high vantage point. At this moment, seeing Jin Bing pouring out, there is still a reason that he doesn't understand.
"Huang Taiji is not stupid, he actually wants to fight to the death. But he woke up too late, and this time he must have no return. Mao Wenlong said coldly.
The Dongjiang Army had already been fully prepared, with 3,000 firefighters standing behind the artillery position, and the enemy approached to a range of 300 meters. It was directly a round of artillery bombardment, but unfortunately there were only a dozen artillery pieces left, and the lethality was extremely limited.
In the face of the impact of nearly 100,000 troops, it only caused a small panic, and no more than 100 enemies were killed. The artillery only had time to fire one shot, and the fire command array, which was waiting in the rear, had already come out and began to shoot continuously.
"Bang ......"
On the battlefield, the gunfire was continuous, and there was almost no intermission, and the black smoke after the burning of black powder filled the battlefield, completely covering up the fire commanders of the Dongjiang Army.
Although the soldiers in front of Jin Bing had shields, under the fierce fire, countless people still fell on the way forward. At a distance of 300 meters, he rushed forward for more than 100 meters and paid heavy casualties.
The shield does not protect the whole body, and there are always bullets that pass through the gaps in the shield and kill the person behind them. But even though the casualties of the Jin soldiers were constantly expanding, they did not have any intention of retreating, and still rushed forward without their lives.
Until the distance between the two sides was more than 100 meters, countless sharp arrows suddenly shot into the air from the position of the Jin soldiers. The clear sky suddenly darkened, and the rain of arrows and locusts that covered the sky fell on the position of the Dongjiang Army.
The shield bearer of the Dongjiang Army left and raised the shield above his head, and the dense shield formed a good protection, but some gaps inevitably appeared. Soon the dense rain of arrows smashed down, and the clanging sound made the officers and soldiers of the Dongjiang Army below worry for a while. Some sharp arrows drilled through the cracks and shot into the bodies of the soldiers below, and casualties were inevitable, and there were quite a few.
Mao Wenlong felt a heartache in the binoculars, but he didn't dare to order the withdrawal of the troops, but he would not let the Jin soldiers continue to fight back like this. He immediately ordered that the few hot air balloons in the air should be dispatched immediately, and the golden soldiers who shot arrows were bombarded indiscriminately.
However, this time, Huang Taiji was obviously determined to fight to the death, regardless of the casualties of his subordinates, he still suppressed everyone to continue to rush forward, while ordering those giant crossbows to start firing back at the hot air balloons in the air.
The power of the giant crossbow was extraordinary, and it only took one salvo to knock out three or four hot air balloons, and with such a result, Huang Taiji was quite satisfied. Looking at the hot air balloon that was already running out of the sky, a glimmer of victory appeared in his heart.
The hot air balloon only played some success at the beginning, but it was quickly suppressed by those giant crossbows, and it was no longer able to attack the golden soldiers unscrupulously. But in this way, it still gave the Dongjiang army on the ground a sigh of relief.
The Gunners had already retreated, and it was the sword and shield soldiers who were back on top, and the pikemen behind them, and when the two cooperated, they were directly mixed up with the golden soldiers who rushed to the front.
The wolf smoke was everywhere, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the soldiers killed each other selflessly, without the slightest mercy, their goal was only to kill the enemy. Advancing through the blood of the enemy, they have a chance of survival.
The Dongjiang Army will not back down, and their mission is to stop the enemy here. On the contrary, the Jin soldiers are on the contrary, their mission is to push the seemingly impregnable copper wall in front of them, and then slay all the Dongjiang troops under their scimitars, and prove that they are the victors with their blood.
Huang Taiji kept urging his subordinates to rush forward in the Chinese army, and the people behind him poured in, while the people in front were blocked by death. So in the middle of the battle between the two armies, a strange phenomenon appeared.
Those Jin soldiers who were originally rushing to the forefront were almost to the point where they couldn't move their bodies, and the dense crowd of people was huddled together. Even though there was a knife pointed at them in front of them, they could only watch their bodies involuntarily crash into the tip of the knife.
In the face of the frenzied influx of Jin soldiers, the defending Dongjiang Army felt more and more powerless. Their situation was almost no different from that of the Jin soldiers, and the people standing at the front were all involuntarily pushed forward by the people in the rear.
On the battlefield of fierce fighting, Mao Wenlong could see it clearly, but he didn't have the slightest way at the moment. He was so anxious that he didn't want his subordinates and Jin Bing to be wasted like this.
"What about hot air balloons? Why hasn't the hot air balloon arrived yet......" Mao Wenlong's roar resounded in the ears of more than a dozen guards beside him.
"It's coming, it's coming......" Cheng Zuo's exclamation suddenly appeared beside Mao Wenlong.
Looking back, Mao Wenlong soon saw the arrival of a dense hot air balloon in the air behind him. Without any hesitation, he immediately ordered the flag commanders to summon the people on the hot air balloon to attack immediately.
As soon as the Dongjiang Army on the hot air balloon received Mao Wenlong's order, they did not dare to slack off, and immediately flew directly over the position of the Jin soldiers.
"Boom, boom, boom......"
Three hundred hot air balloons are not more powerful than a dozen, and just one attack directly blew up those crazy golden soldiers.
Huang Taiji was almost blown up just now, but fortunately, his guards saved him without fear of death, and Huang Taiji, who fell off the horse, stood up with a disgraced face, and before he could see what was happening, it suddenly rained in the air.
This thing Huang Taiji is all too familiar with, these black jars filled with fierce fire oil are even more terrifying than those explosive packets. If the fire oil is splashed down, it will be stained and burned alive.
Huang Taiji was shocked when he reacted, and he fled frantically to the rear, while not forgetting to give the order to let those giant crossbows shoot down the hot air balloons in the air. There were only forty or so giant balloons, which could not threaten three hundred hot air balloons, and after shooting down a few, they were blown away by other hot air balloons that found themselves threatening.
The rear position of the Jin soldiers suddenly fell into chaos, and the panic spread, and even Huang Taiji didn't care about commanding the battle, but only fled with his life.