Li Zhe could see from above that the Song soldiers under his command were still a little excited and a little flustered before, after all, the enemy was outnumbered, but when the enemy sent a heavy cavalry to charge the formation, it seemed to be huge, but it calmed down.

After all, it is an elite who supports the Japanese army and raises soldiers for a thousand days, and after years of training, he has a keen instinct for war. By the time the enemy formed up and began to charge, the whole army was in a state of state.

There were only three platoons of musketeers in the second battalion, one of which was specialized artillery, and the other was grenadiers who were responsible for breaking the charge. After Li Zhe took over the Second Battalion, he carried out such rectification and reform of the whole army. The grouping was carried out according to the professional division of labor that he was familiar with in later generations.

The heavy cavalry of the enemy in front of them charged with amazing power, and the valley was swept up with earth-shattering smoke and dust, and it rushed towards it like a dragon wrapped in yellow sand. This is different from the scenes on movies and television in Li Zhe's memory, this is a real battlefield, and the enemy is really killed head-on, although the formation is far from so neat, but the murderous aura that comes to the face is like substance, and the blood of the people is pouring up.

But surprisingly, Li Zhe was not as nervous as he expected, he had a feeling, he seemed to be born for such a scene today, the blood on the battlefield made people feel excited, he liked this feeling, as if every nerve cell in his heart was dancing and jumping for this moment.

His hands were shaking, his throat was dry, but the command was as firm as steel:

"Front, two hundred meters away!"

"Yes, the front is two hundred meters away from the artillery, all the artillery, ready!"

The herald hurriedly passed on the military order unimpeded.

Li Zhe looked around, everyone around him was excited, excited, apprehensive, or apprehensive about the upcoming battle, everyone was preparing for this upcoming impact!

Li Zhe wanted to thank him for the close training he had with the soldiers in the battalion some time ago, otherwise he would have maintained such a commanding command in this situation.

As a general, he knows that the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the opportunity is fleeting, and the success or failure of everyone at this moment depends on his timely command.

Like him, Ma Zhong has the same heavy responsibility, and the firecrackers who are facing the enemy in front are all obeying Ma Zhong's command, after all, this set of tactics was figured out by the two of them, if there is anyone in the Song army who can really command this army except Li Zhe now, then only Ma Zhong, who is the Marquis of Wudu.

As a mixed-race, Ma Zhong is still the first time to really command a battle on the battlefield, but compared to Li Zhelai, Ma Zhong has experienced this level of war many times in his life, and he is no stranger to this kind of occasion, and the only thing that needs to be paid attention to is to adapt to the role of battlefield commander as soon as possible.

Ma Zhong saw the sound of the enemy's horse hooves rolling like spring thunder in front of him, rolling like a city wall, the Hu cavalry was not strictly disciplined, and those Hu cavalry were shouting loudly and screaming in the charge, shouting unclear sounds, it was really like a thousand ghosts running together.

The entire cavalry formed a huge sharp arrow shape in front of it, and the arrows of the sharp arrow were facing the center of the Song army's line array.

Viewed from the sky above the river valley, the horizontal formation of the second battalion looked like a long thin line, while the enemy was like a large piece of bread spread out, far inferior to the formation of the Mongol cavalry charging on the opposite side in terms of scale and impact.

Although Ma Zhong and Li Zhe personally trained such a formation, they were still a little apprehensive at this time, after all, this so-called line formation had never really experienced the test of the battlefield.

And on the other side is the battle-hardened Hu Qi!

Even Ma Zhong is like this, not to mention the soldiers below, under the pressure of the enemy's heavy cavalry, some of the soldiers below are even a little deformed with guns.

The enemy's heavy cavalry charged and rolled over, and in a blink of an eye, they crossed a distance of nearly a thousand meters, and were about to come to the front of the Song army.

At this moment, there was a rumbling burst of cannons, and the artillery of the Song army finally spoke.

In this battle, Li Zhe hit all the small and medium-sized artillery in the army in the artillery capital, and even the artillery of the private army and the volunteer army were collected together, full of thirty or forty artillery pieces, large and small, at this moment, a shot will come out, and the sound of artillery in front of the time array is earth-shattering, and a burst of white smoke rises into the sky, filling the entire front army formation, almost covering the entire battlefield.

Li Zhe frowned, this smoke almost made him unable to see the battlefield in front of him clearly on the high platform.

But there is no way, the artillery of this era is like this, and no matter how finely made the gunpowder, it will inevitably have a lot of smoke.

Fortunately, although this white smoke obscured the front of his army's formation, the front of the enemy army could still be seen clearly, Li Zhe clearly saw in the telescope that the enemy's heavy cavalry charge section was stagnant in the artillery fire, and dozens of bright blood-colored flowers bloomed at the same time in the formation.

The artillery below the battalion level of the Song Legion is equipped with light artillery under one or two catties, as well as sub-mother cannons that can fire quickly, this kind of artillery may not be useful against hard targets such as castles and city walls, but it is very suitable for soft targets such as the human body.

With such a high speed, no matter where the cavalry and horses are shot, they are dead or alive, not to mention that the first time the Song army fired a cannon was a solid projectile, and at a close distance now, whether it was a person or a horse, it was immediately killed, just like a clay sculpture of paper, and the whole person's body was shattered.

The changes of the times have made the natural enemies of heavy cavalry appear, no matter how strong the heavy armor is, it is like paper paste in the face of artillery fire.

This burst of artillery, the entire enemy charge formation that hit directly was scattered a little at that moment, but Hu Cai was Hu Qi after all, and his courage to fight was never weaker than others.

All the Hu cavalry knew that in the face of the Song army's artillery, the more hesitant they were at the moment, the more tragic the casualties would be.

When the Ma army encountered artillery, the only chance to win the war was speed, in the blink of an eye.

The speed of Hu Qi increased again, and it was even faster than before, and the Mongols in the formation stretched their necks, blushed, and desperately whipped the horses under their crotches, at this moment, the Mongols were really racing against life.

The distance of space quickly disappeared under the rapid acceleration of the Mongols, and it was so fast that they seemed to be able to see the Song soldiers in the formation in front of them, aiming at this side with that terrible firearm.

This discovery allowed the Mongols to whip their horses under their crotches faster, as if they could rush in before the Song guns could shoot.

At this moment, something happened that made the Mongols even more desperate, the second round of artillery fire of the Song army came again, this time the Song army was all close to the scatter, and all of them were sub-mother cannons, only the speed of the sub-mother cannon was so fast, just change the pre-prepared sub-cannon to open the cannon, dozens of artillery pieces sent out the scatter, like a deadly net of heaven and earth to catch the front end of the Mongol charge.

Suddenly, the soldiers in the front row of the entire Song army seemed to be able to feel that at that moment, there was a sea of blood in front of them, and the whole thing was blood-colored, and the blood splashed by the Mongols seemed to be sprayed directly on the faces of the soldiers in front, making people feel a chill all of a sudden.

At this time, Ma Zhong issued an order to the first platoon of musketeers.

The 100 firecrackers who had already prepared in front of the battle, all the firecrackers in their hands were on standby in an instant, only to hear a whistle, a bang, the flickering firelight in front of the formation, the white mist was spreading, and the blood prison was coming!