The rumbling sound was long-lasting, deafening, countless Liao cavalry fell, pieces of Liao soldiers rolled in the white fog caused by lime powder, the mournful neighing of war horses resounded through the world, the field was chaotic, and there were countless people who trampled to death.

The white mist was mixed with the smoke of gunpowder, and this vast meadow was like a hellish fog, and only screams kept coming out. Thunderbolts fell one by one, and some Liao soldiers were blown to pieces, and their internal organs, arms, and blood were spilled everywhere. Maybe the scene was too shocking, all the people on the battlefield stopped, don't say it's the Liao soldiers, even the Ding soldiers have never encountered this kind of scene, this is the thunderbolt fireball, this is the power of artillery? Many people whispered in their hearts, this is not a war, it is simply a massacre on one side, and in the face of these fire and thunder falling from the sky, the Liao soldiers have no ability to resist at all.

Many Liao cavalry were blown up, they were brave and good at fighting, they were not afraid of death, even in the face of several times their own Jurchen iron cavalry, they still did not flinch, but what are they facing now, is it a burst of thunder, is this the god to destroy the great Liao warriors? Some of the soldiers went crazy and fell off their horses, they smirked and cried and laughed at the most miserable station, and their mouths gurgled "hahahaha"

It was a terrible laugh, and the laughter trembled in the hearts of those who listened to it. Some Liao soldiers were not crazy, but they were afraid, because they didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of them, so some people controlled their horses and ran back, and some people continued to move forward. Liao Qi wanted to live, but those fire and thunder flew after them like eyes, and a crater was blown out of one place, and the grass clippings there were swept away. A war horse had its belly slit open by shrapnel. Not long after running away, he lay on the ground and convulsed. The intestines dragged to the ground, and blood stained the grass beneath him.

The Liao cavalry was miserable, but the artillery had no intention of stopping, because Geng Yi and Ling Zhen received the order to pour all the thunderbolts on the Liao army in the shortest possible time. Under the bombardment, the cavalry of the Liao army had long been out of shape, killing and wounding countless people, and losing a lot of horses. Artillery was able to achieve such great results. It is also the first time to use the benefits of the thunderbolt fire mine, the Liao soldiers have not seen the power of artillery at all, and still advance in a tight charging formation, if they advance in a scattered formation like the Mongols in later generations, the current thunderbolt fire mine will not cause much damage at all, because the thunderbolt fire mine is not as good as the mines and shells of later generations, the explosion power is too small, and the means of killing and injury still rely more on the iron nails and shrapnel inside, unless the unlucky guy is hit by the thunderbolt and explodes from the top of the head or under the body.

Liao riding is no longer a climate. What threat can the remaining two or three thousand remnants pose to the Dingda Array, not to mention that the war horses are already frightened. There is no fighting spirit, with the courage of General Wu Jue and the sharpness of the cavalry in the ancient town, only one charge can beat the Liao cavalry.

After solving the cavalry, it is the turn of the largest infantry formation, compared to the cavalry charging formation, the infantry formation is more close, almost people to people, head to head, at this time even Ling Zhen showed a little unbearable, such a crowded crowd, once the thunderbolt fire and thunder poured down, what kind of tragic situation would it be? I can't bear it, he is a general, and he can only act according to orders, because he is bound to win, and he has to win beautifully.

"The trebuchet calibrates the angle, throws fifty degrees, thirty zhang ahead, the Liao soldiers are in a large array, and the projection"

At the sound of an order, hundreds of thunderbolt fire thunderbolts exploded in the Liao army's array, and the crowd was crowded at this time, wielding the power of the thunderbolt fire thunder to the maximum. The infantry is no better than the cavalry, they are standing on the ground, as soon as the thunderbolt fire and thunder explode, the air wave surges, and the nearest few Liao soldiers are immediately blown into a blur of flesh and blood, and every moment the fire and thunder fall, it will kill and injure more than ten people. In the face of the Liao infantry array, the artillery carried out more than a dozen rounds of rapid fire, in a short period of time, nearly 10,000 thunderbolts accumulated in a year have been exhausted, but at this time the Liao soldiers have suffered heavy casualties, more than 20,000 infantry formations, more than 14,000 people died, and the remaining Liao soldiers have no will to fight, and they are pressed back step by step.

The thunderbolt fire thunder was mixed with lime powder, poinsettia and other things, and the southwest wind was blowing at this time, and the location was in the southwest, and when the wind blew, all the medicinal powder was sprinkled on the Liao soldiers.

Yelu Dashi looked at the battlefield in front of him dumbfounded, in the smoke of gunpowder, the Great Liao Iron Cavalry was killed and wounded, and there was a rumbling explosion in his ears, that is, a fateful song.

Yelu Dashi didn't know if he had angered the heavens, why did the heavens send this demon to destroy the warriors of the Great Liao? Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that death is worthless. Defeated, defeated, defeated beyond the ability to resist. Gunari escaped from the explosion with his mighty skills, and his horse was so frightened that he didn't know where he went, his armor was torn, and his face was black, like a beggar on the streets. Grabbing Yelu Dashi's horse, Gunalie trembled and cried, "Dashuai, retreat, retreat quickly."

Remove? Where to retreat? So many people died, what did he withdraw to do? Yelu Dashi smiled, his chest churned, blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, he was laughing, but he was angry and bloody, and he almost fainted, "No, Ben Shuai is not leaving, Gu Nalie, Tiefutu is still there, after Ben Shuai leads the Tiefutu Palace, you lead the people to withdraw, you can withdraw as much as you can"

Yelu Dashi finally glanced at the northeast, where is Shuozhou, where is Xijing Yunzhongfu, this life fought in the north and south, died on the battlefield, and died a well-deserved death, right?

Xijing, never going back, God has mercy, in the name of the clan, bless more Da Liao warriors who survive. The Great Liao warriors were defeated, not because they were incompetent, not because they were not heroic.

Yelu Dashi didn't leave, Gu Nalie looked behind him, where the cavalry had begun to line up, and the infantry formation in the middle was getting closer and closer, and there were still Daliao warriors resisting at this time, but how long could they resist? Glancing at Yelu Dashi with a resolute face, Gu Nalie made a decision, he knew very well in his heart that Da Liao could do without him Gu Na Li, but without Yelu Dashi, Da Liao would collapse in half a day. Picking up the handle of the gun, he struck the back of Yelu Dashi, who did not expect this to happen, and lay on the horse's back with a muffled snort. It was at this time. Gao Xingyue also led the remnants of the army to retreat here. Gunalie shouted. "General Gao, the marshal is handed over to you!"

Hearing Gunalie's roar, Gao Xingyue was slightly stunned and shouted loudly, "Gunalie, what are you doing?" ”

"Hehe, why are you asking so much, let's go. Keep the handsome, don't let Lao Tzu die in vain" Gu Nalie found a war horse, turned around and went west, not far away, there was an intact Da Liao Iron Horse, they were the most brave Tiefutu. At this time, Pang He looked at Gu Nalie and raised the halberd in his hand slightly, although it was not Fang Tian's painting halberd, it was still powerful.

"Gunari, are you ready? Let's stop these Han people together, shall we? "For the first time. Pang He did not despise the Han people, if you call this branch a dog. Are they not pigs and dogs? The Khitan men are all well-known men, and they will admire the brave in the face of them, but they will not run away in the wilderness, that is, they will be defeated, and they will let the Han people appreciate the majesty of the Daliao warriors.

Pang He, the descendant of the ancestor of the Dahe clan, was born with divine power, brave and good at fighting, and at the age of twenty-four, he was already the first fierce general of Daliao, he has his own pride, so he must maintain this glory that belongs to him.

Gu Nalie smiled miserably, the spear dragged backwards, and glanced at the cold and majestic Iron Floating Tu behind him, he nodded, and said in a loud voice, "The iron horse is surging, and the world is invincible!" ”

"The world is invincible, the great Liao is victorious, kills, kills, kills"

The Iron Float cavalry will always be so high, even if they are about to be defeated, they still look like a sword-wielding god of war. The whole body is covered in iron armor, with an iron helmet on the head, and the horses are all strong and tall war horses, and the body of the horse and the front of the horse's legs are also guarded by soft armor, and every inch of it has solid protection, and every piece of iron has been stained with the blood of the enemy. The Iron Float advances, targeting the cavalry. Because no matter how powerful the infantry is, it is impossible to do much damage to the Da Liao warriors, and now the Da Liao warriors are fleeing for their lives, and what they are most afraid of is the light cavalry on horseback.

The ironclad male rider is still there, and the wind opens in his dream.

The sword battle is fierce, and the blood reflects the altar under the sun.

An iron knight full of demons, they kill boundlessly, and the fighting intent is monstrous, this is the Iron Floating Tu, a group of bloody demons, trampled by iron hooves, and ten thousand bones withered. Since its establishment, the Iron Float has never been defeated, and there is a constant saying in the army that the Iron Float will not be defeated, and only they can defeat them, because they have killed too much, and the gods will eventually have mercy on all beings and condemn these demons.

The long knife rose, the iron hooves were urgent, and there was a burst of boundless killing intent, when the three thousand iron floating slaughter surged, it was like a black iron armor torrent, covering everything, and the heaven and earth lost their color. All of them are black, only the blood is red, and when the soldiers have touched the Iron Floating Massacre, the shield soldiers at the front were knocked over, the long knives were slashed, and countless soldiers paid for their young lives. Yang Zaixing's eyes were red, so he could only beat his horse and retreat, shouting loudly, "Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw"

With a roar of rage, the soldier leaned on his shield, stopped the pursuit, and quickly retreated.

Tiefu slaughtered the grassland, and Wu Jue had already set his sights on this iron-blooded cavalry, "General Qian, lead your people around, and Tiefu Massacre will be handed over to Wu to deal with!" ”

"This can do"

"General Qian, go quickly!" Wu Jue's eyes widened, Qian Lin didn't say anything more, gritted his teeth, and led thousands of light horsemen to bypass Tiefutu and go all the way to the northeast. As soon as Qian Lin's people left, there were only more than 3,000 ancient town cavalry left, and in the face of the most ferocious Tiefu Tu in Daliao, Wu Jue was not afraid, he raised his hand, and then clenched his left fist.

"The cavalry is divided into three teams, side by side, the middle brigade, and the heavy cavalry formation!"

With this order, the cavalry of the ancient town also calmed down, and more than 1,000 people in the middle formed a phalanx in a row of 100 people, all of them were wearing chain mail, and the war horses had already been wrapped in soft armor. The cavalry of the ancient town was stretched wide, and each row of cavalry was connected by iron chains. The chains were all covered with sharp pieces of iron, and they rattled when they were shaken. The distance between the cavalry was very particular, just so that the chains were a little away from the ground and did not fall to the ground. The middle brigade of men and horses was lined up, and the men and horses on both sides also put away the heavy cavalry guns separately, and everyone took out special cavalry knives from their horses.

The cavalry of the ancient town is eyeing the Tiefutu, and the Tiefutu is not eyeing this seemingly brave cavalry? The ultimate goal of the Iron Float was to kill and injure the cavalry, and blocking the infantry was just a matter of hand.

Since the appearance of the Iron Floating Massacre, Zhao Yougong has been eyeing this cavalry, and he has enough confidence in his heart, because it is the first time that the Guzhen cavalry has faced such an elite cavalry, and it is still the Iron Floating Slaughter of the Liao State. may pay heavy casualties, but Zhao Yougong will not stop it, because if the ancient town cavalry wants to truly become the master of the battlefield, the level of Tiefutu must be passed.

The sun is shining, the breeze is coming, full of pungent smell of blood, the battle of the cavalry is also the battle for the king of the cavalry in the northwest, who wins, who will dominate this vast grassland. (To be continued!)

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