At the end of the field of vision, black dots appeared one by one, and the specific number could not be seen.

But it made Zheng Zhi's heart tighten, the Jurchens still had back-ups, and reinforcements, and they were much more prepared than Zheng Zhi imagined.

Zheng Zhi stood up directly on the stirrups, looked left and right, and looked at the preparations left and right. The pre-war preparations of 30,000 horses are obviously much more troublesome than those of 3,000 horses.

"The king's tent, the Jurchen king's tent. His Royal Highness King Yan is the Jurchen king's tent, and Wanyan Agu called. Pharmacist Guo suddenly exclaimed, and his face also showed a lot of panic.

Zheng Zhi looked far away, the grassland has a wide field of vision, and the reason for looking at the mountains and running dead horses is the most suitable in the grassland, which means that the sight sees the enemy wrong, but the distance is not close.

Five or six hundred steps to the opposite side, there was a violent exhalation, and it was the Jurchens on the opposite side who also found the reinforcements coming from behind them. Morale is quite high.

Zheng Zhi's eyes swirled around, and suddenly shouted: "Drumming, drumming quickly." ”

Zheng Zhi knew that the enemy at the end of his line of sight was at least twenty miles away, and except for a small golden chariot that could be seen more clearly, the people and horses were all like ants, blurred into a mess.

Twenty miles, even if it is a fast horse on the grassland, it will take a moment or two. It is impossible for the horsepower charge to maintain a high-speed impact for more than 20 miles.

Now there are three ways in front of Zheng Zhi, one is to retreat, regardless of losses. The second way is to defend on the spot, put the frame into a fence, and let the Jurchens storm it, and the lethality of the arrow rain will also bring huge losses. The third option is to attack.

The supporting Jurchens are still far away, so there is a time difference, and it is only a matter of ten minutes to charge back and forth twice.

Everyone looked at Zheng Zhi, there was no delay at this time, no matter which way, time was extremely precious.

Zheng Zhi had already made a decision and ordered the drumming to be beaten. Then Zheng Zhi chose the third way.

I saw Zheng Zhi clenching his teeth, clenching his spear, and shouting again: "Drumming!!!! ”

"Knock knock..."

The leather whip slammed into the horse's jiri, causing the horse to neigh, and the hooves were not four.

The unicorn leaps a few steps away, and the horse's hooves are in the air, and it can step on the swallow.

"Drive..."

"Driving !!"

"Go !!"

The earth trembled greatly, and Mi Zhenwu, who sat on top of the galloping horse, swallowed a few saliva times, bent his bow and arrows, and puffed out his cheeks, revealing his tightly clenched teeth.

People's courage usually comes from inner hints and from recklessness. No one is not afraid, and overcoming fear is courage.

After the formation, a man heard the sound of drums, hurried to the freshly lit firewood, picked up a burning firewood, ran behind the cannon, and lit the fire twist.

At a distance of four or five hundred paces, for a cannon, either a flat shot at an extremely small elevation angle, or a controlled reduction in the amount of gunpowder added to the elevation angle projectile.

After the artillery is in the military formation, the shells must pass over the friendly forces, so the only way to reduce the amount of gunpowder and increase the elevation angle is to increase the elevation angle. This method of shooting tests the skill of the loader. The only skill for the loader is a guide to the data of artillery firing from training and experimentation. Fortunately, in these two points, Ling Zhen made extremely good preparations.

More than twenty cannons roared angrily, and the scorching projectiles flew out of the air, and then accelerated down from the highest point. Four or five hundred, no, it's coming in a flash.

A projectile that was almost indistinguishable with the human eye smashed into the Jurchen iron armor, and the iron armor and the human body, as well as the horses under the seat, were all like paper paste, and a whole exploded directly, splashing flesh and blood.

The projectile carried a huge amount of energy and struck on the soft grassland, and then bounced backwards like a leather ball, smashing into the other ironclad Jurchen.

He didn't seem to expect Zheng Zhi to be decisive, even though he knew that reinforcements were coming, he still launched a big war at the first time.

Even the horses that could not be separated from their seats seemed to be startled by the loud noise.

But he couldn't leave the mace, pulled the reins tightly, clamped his legs hard, and shouted: "Rush, kill all these Song dogs!" ”

The arrow from the string, unstoppable. The born Jurchen who came out of the land of white mountains and black waters was never afraid of any battle in the world. Whether it's fighting people or fighting beasts. The Jurchens are all indomitable. At this time, the birth of the Jurchen nation is the best warrior in the world, the best warrior. Even Mongolia on the steppe is not as brave as the Jurchens at this time.

Zheng Zhi in the south, countless arrow whistles sounded around him, ordering rows of arrows to rise into the air.

The Jurchen rain of arrows does not need the slightest order, but it is uniform and tacit.

Mi Zhenwu and Xiang Lide at the front had already collected their bows and crossbows and picked up their sharp blades.

The vultures circled past, and in the pure eagle eyes, two torrents of steel on the ground were reflected, colliding with each other at the fastest speed.

The vultures are still circling, waiting, waiting for it to be over, and then there is a feast from heaven.

Yue Fei, who was a mile away on the right, had also galloped away, rushing straight to the flank on the Jurchen's right.

In the distance, two groups of more than 1,000 Jurchen cavalry came forward to intercept them.

Shi Jin, who wanted to go around to the back of the Jurchens, also had a team of Jurchens coming towards him.

The Jurchens are very familiar with the methods of grassland warfare, and on top of the situation, they are all doing their best, and no side can occupy the slightest advantage at the tactical level.

The victory or defeat of the war is already only a battle at the combat level.

The turf was splashed by the trotting of horses with iron hooves, revealing the soft earth of the spring. The knight who fell from the horse's back was trampled into a pulp by countless horseshoes and turned into nourishment for the spring grassland.

The wailing was not miserable, for all present had become accustomed to it, so that the cry could no longer disturb the heart. It's the sound of the background that should be.

The fight was not tragic, because these fighting men had no heart to care about these things, nor did they have the heart to sigh and sigh.

Human life is only in an instant, only in the moment of being knocked down. No one thinks about the art or sorrow of the horse leather shroud.

Everyone's eyes were only within a few steps, only in front of their own figures, and the enemies that appeared one by one in front of them.

Either knock the enemy down, or take yourself to the end. Even the fear of death is too late, only to grit his teeth and keep wielding his blade.

Far after Zhou Duwen, he couldn't see it very really, he could only feel the shaking of the earth, and he could only see people turning over on their backs. But it was this bloody breath that suddenly came with the warm wind, which made Zhou Duwen wake up suddenly.

Holding the long knife tightly in his hand, sweat flowed from the palm of his hand directly to the hilt, and from the cold edge of the handguard.

It turns out that this is the battle array, it turns out that Zheng Zhi's fame is fought for from this kind of purgatory, it turns out that Zheng Zhi does not owe anything to others, it is this Great Song Dynasty that owes Zheng Zhi, and it is the people of this Great Song Dynasty who owe Zheng Zhi to live and work in peace and contentment.

No one is in the beautiful girl who spends all day drinking, and will think about the thieves and soldiers who defend the land and the country in the frontier.

Wu Yong's face was anxious, and he stood straight on the stirrup, whether others could hear it or not, but his mouth was shouting: "It's coming, it's coming, the Jurchen reinforcements are running." ”

Zhou Duwen also hurriedly stepped on the stirrup from the horse and stood up, standing swaying, but he could also see the dust at the end of his vision. But Zhou Duwen knew that he couldn't help much, so he could only wait anxiously.

Suddenly, Zhou Duwen raised his long knife and shouted: "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and the warriors are fighting in all directions!" ”

Gale Song, one sentence is missing, one word has been changed, and it is straightforward!

Wu Yong glanced at Zhou Duwen, his heart was surging, and he continued: "The iron horse fiercely sealed the wolf Juxu, and Jin Ge swept the Yanzhi Mountain. ”

This poem is anonymous, and the words Huo Qu are sick!

The warrior Zheng Zhi has entered the enemy formation, his face is like a tiger, and he does not see the clouds, only the iron light.

One by one, the healthy horses, one by one, the eyes, and the blood red.

Grit your teeth, when you are exhausted, you still have tenacity!

When he suddenly opened up, he didn't have time to look up, and he was already shouting: "Turn around, turn around quickly." ”

All the knights kept urging their horses and turned around and rallied.

Dissatisfied with the blood in his body, he stood up and climbed directly on the horse's back, standing tall. Again he raised his mace, and shouted incessantly.

One by one, the Jurchen warriors were once again so close that they couldn't stand up from their side.

The battlefield just now was a mess. But it is about to usher in the second hoove.

The whole world suddenly stood still, and there was no drumming, no shouting, no howling.

This is the nature of human beings, which is no different from that of animals. As long as you leave behind those thoughts in your heart, you will return to your roots and become the lowest-end creature.

Bloodthirsty, belligerent, insane!

The two parties collided again, the vast land, Fang Yuan was too small for a few miles. The earth is merciless, and the people who watch the ants kill each other.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs. It is not that heaven and earth are unkind and treat everything as dogs.

Rather, it means that heaven and earth themselves are not merciful, and they treat all things equally. In the eyes of heaven and earth, human beings are not superior to other things.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's coming..." Wu Yong shouted nervously again, and the Jurchens who rushed over from afar were getting closer and closer. Zheng Zhi, who entered the battle again, couldn't see this, but Wu Yong could see it clearly.

Nearly 10,000 knights, five or six miles away, will inevitably arrive in an instant. Wu's hands were trembling, and his violently beating heart was in his throat.

Zhou Duwen couldn't stand on the stirrup anymore, and fell on the horse's back, but he stood up again. A scholar dressed in iron armor was constantly shaking a long knife on horseback. This kind of scene, perhaps in the eyes of other literati, seems particularly abrupt and weird.

The atmosphere is condensed here, and people's hearts are not under their control.

Once again, the two great formations parted, and all the horses were strangled and neighed by their masters. All the soldiers also turned their horses' heads and regrouped at the first time.

In the line of sight, more than 10,000 Jurchen iron horses were in front of him, but they were only two or three miles away.

But he no longer turned his head to look left and right, and he couldn't ride with two thousand. He didn't let out a loud howl, and his hideous face no longer reflected the anger in his heart.

Wounded beasts are even more dangerous. Looking at this famous Wanyan Zongwang in history, after turning the horse's head, the mace was stabbed on the horse's back, and the horse galloped again.

Zheng Zhi, who was also looking back, estimated that there were only fifteen or six thousand knights left around him. Even if you add Yue Fei and Shi Jin, I am afraid that it will not exceed 20,000.

No matter ancient or modern, fighting a war has always been such a naked pile of human lives. There is no strategizing, and the decisive victory is thousands of miles away. The only way to win is to fight like this.