Knowing that rushing forward, the casualties were not small, but the situation was like this, and he had to rush, this is where Murowei was depressed.

If you don't rush, you have to retreat. You must know that if you retreat, it will inevitably deal a very heavy blow to the morale of the army, and with the tenacity of the leather room army, although it is not fatal, but as soon as you come up, you will retreat, which is unbearable for the leather room army.

Yes, Mu Wei knew that if he rushed forward, the price of the leather room army would be very large, but he had to grit his teeth and rush. As he expected, when the Liao army charged another 100 paces, the leather room army was reduced by more than 100 troops, and the casualties of the entire Liao army had increased to more than 400 people, close to one-tenth of the strength.

In the past, paying such a big price would have been enough for the Liao army to charge twice. But at the moment, not a single charge was completed, and this kind of fighting style was a nightmare for the Liao army.

There are still a hundred or so steps, you must not give up, you must rush. Under the command of Mur Wei, the Liao army still rushed up. They were still greeted by an overwhelming array of crossbow arrows, and the Liao army threw down a lot of corpses.

Finally, Mu Wei heard the gospel, only to hear Wu Ji order loudly: "Bow and arrow, prepare!" ”

The Liao army had already rushed within range of the Song army's bow and arrow, and it was time to shoot with a bow and arrow. For the bow and arrow shooting, Mu Wei didn't pay attention to it at all, although the bow and arrow of the Song army were good, it was still a little difficult to shoot through the fine armor of the leather room army, even if there was a hard bow to penetrate the fine armor, it would not cause too much damage to the soldiers.

"Rush! Rush! Murwei was overjoyed, seized the opportunity, and rushed over desperately. What made him even happier was that he only heard Wu Ji order loudly: "Bow and arrow, shoot two wings!" ”

Of course, Wu Ji knew that the fine armor of the leather room army could not be penetrated by bows and arrows, and instead of wasting bows and arrows on the leather room army, it was better to use them to shoot the ordinary Liao army on both wings. Although these Liao troops are elite, their equipment is too far worse than the leather room, and as soon as the bow and arrow are fired, many people fall from their horses and fall to the ground, and the screams are loud.

For Mur Wei, he didn't care at all about the life or death of the ordinary Liao army, he only cared about the casualties of the leather chamber army. Even if more than half of the ordinary Liao army was killed or wounded, as long as the leather room army was still there, there would be no problem. The ordinary Liao army shared the blow of the Conversion Army, which was the best gospel for him, and he turned his mind around: "This Song General is a shrewd man, he knows that the bow and arrow are not much of a threat to us, and they are used to fight against people who do not waste any fighters, this person is a powerful person!" ”

He was a person who had been in battle for a long time, and he understood Wu Ji's intentions as soon as he turned his mind.

The bows and arrows of the Converts Army were used to deal with the Liao army on both wings, and the Pi Room Army had no threat, and it was tantamount to walking on the broad road, and it soon rushed closer. As long as you get closer, you can rush to the front of the Song army, and as soon as you rush to the front of the Song army, it will be the world of the leather room army.

Speaking of slashing, the leather room army is the ancestor, the leather room army is a warrior who is chosen by thousands of people, and the knife skills are exquisite, I don't know how many heads are cut off, and they will lose to the conversion army?

Not only did Mu Wei think so, but all the leather room soldiers thought so.

"Thunderball, prepare!"

At this moment, I only heard Wu Ji's voice sound again: "Against the leather room army, throw!" ”

"Thunderball?" As soon as he heard this, Mu Wei's heart tensed. In the first battle last year, the 50,000 Liao army was defeated by thunderbolts. The Liao State conducted a study on this matter, and Yelu Hongkit reminded the Liao army to be careful when encountering thunderbolts in the future.

"Is a thunderbolt really as magical? I don't believe it! After a short period of shock, Murowei stabilized his mind, and some did not believe that it was really that magical. The killing method of thunderbolts is beyond the scope of the ancients' cognition, and it is really difficult to believe in it.

Just as he turned his mind, he saw a lot of spherical objects appear in the sky, flying towards the leather room army: "This is a thunderbolt?" Nothing peculiar. ”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

As soon as his thoughts arose, he heard one explosion after another, one after another of fires flashed, and the sand flew away, and the dust flew away, like a thousand thunders roared, so that his ear drums buzzed, and he could no longer hear any other sound.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

The screams in the leather room army rang out, people shouted and neighed, the war horses screamed, many leather room soldiers were killed and wounded, and there were countless pieces of minced meat, cracked internal organs, broken bones, and splashed blood on the ground.

The ground turned red in an instant, blood was gushing, and there was a lot of minced meat floating on it, no different from the Shura Slaughterhouse.

The smell of blood is pervasive, and the thick fishy smell stimulates people's stomachs and intestines.

Such a tragic scene is as shocking as if thousands of demons are raging.

"This ......"

Looking at his companions rolling on the ground, at the minced flesh on the ground, at the surging blood, Murowei looked incredulous, as if he had seen a demon, his face was pale, and he wanted to scream, his throat seemed to be pinched, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Just when he was shocked, the Converts had no intention of stopping, and the thunderbolts were thrown overwhelmingly, falling in the leather room army and exploding, and more casualties of the leather room army turned into broken corpses, wounded soldiers with missing arms and legs.

The Leather Chamber Army is the main target of the Conversion Army, if you don't take this opportunity to kill the killer, when will you wait? There was no need for Wu Ji to give an order, the Returning Army knew what to do, and they all desperately threw the thunderbolts into the leather room army formation, and for a while, they saw the thunderbolts flying in the sky one after another, covering the leather room army again and again.

With the sound of the explosion, more and more people were killed and injured by the explosion, and the originally neat formation was already chaotic, and in some places there was even a place for the boss, the original leather room army had become corpses, and the entire army formation had become scattered.

After the bombing, two-thirds of the casualties of the Leather Room Army were lost, and less than a third remained. On the road of charging, paying such a high price is the first time on the battlefield of more than a hundred years in the Liao State.

Thousands of leather room troops, two-thirds of the dead and wounded, have not rushed to the front of the Converting Army, and have not even touched the corners of the Returned Army's clothes, such a battle is still the first time in the world, if Yelu Abaoji has knowledge underground, how will he feel?

"This, this, this ......"

Mu Wei finally woke up to the sound of the explosion, looked at the battlefield that made his heart palpitate, his scalp tingled with fright, and then looked at the leather room army, the arrogance of the appropriate talent was gone, and all of them looked frightened, where is there still the elite appearance of the rest of the battle.

"Oh my God!" Bulu Hua saw it in his eyes and was shocked in his heart, I heard that in the first battle of last year, tens of thousands of Liao troops were defeated under the thunderbolts, I originally thought it was boasting, but I didn't think about it, and its power far exceeded the rumors.

"Haha! Here's my chance! Bu Luhua looked at the battlefield situation and couldn't help but be overjoyed. Up to now, the blows of the Converts were mainly aimed at the Pi Room Army, and the ordinary Liao Army led by Bu Luhua had not been attacked much, and the casualties were very small, less than one-tenth.

"The Leather Chamber Army is crippled and has little combat power. However, they succeeded in attracting the attention of the Song army, and we rushed to the front of the Song army, and the next hand-to-hand combat was the time for me to show my skills! Bu Luhua was very proud, only to feel that this victory was only a stone's throw away from him, waved his big hand, and shouted: "Rush! Rush! Rush up! Cut off the heads of the Southerners! ”

As soon as he patted the horse's back, as if he had seen a hungry dog with bones, he rushed towards the converts.

Immediately behind him were four thousand ordinary Liao troops. With 4,000 and only 2,500 Song troops, will they lose? This is a steady victory, and there is no need to be reminded by Buluhua, the Liao army knows that victory is in front of them, and they all rush up with red eyes and scimitars.

"Modao, prepare!"

Wu Ji looked at the battlefield situation in his eyes, and a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes. At the end of the battle, the Returned Army has achieved very good results, and the Leather Room Army is basically disabled and will no longer pose a threat to the Returned Army, which is a good victory.

Five hundred Mo knives were held high, like a huge mirror, shining in the light, shining brightly, dazzling to the eye, so that people's eyes could not be opened.

"What kind of knife is this?" Bu Luhua was surprised when he saw Mo Dao at first sight, and he didn't have it in his memory: "No matter what knife you have, just rush up and slash and kill, will you lose to the timid southerners?" ”

Bu Luhua doesn't know Baimo Knife, it's not that no one doesn't know. As soon as he saw the Mo knife raised high, he knew that something was wrong, and shouted: "Retreat!" Hurry back! Don't fight! ”

He can be selected into the leather room army, he has his own advantages, and he is still very clear about the history of the Liao State. He knows a story that has been passed down from generation to generation, when the Tang army swept through the Khitan, there was this kind of sharp weapon called Mo Dao, which split the Khitan army into pieces. In the face of the powerful Mo Dao, the Khitan army had no power to fight back, only to slaughter.

Although hundreds of years have passed since history, this kind of fiasco has still been passed down, and Murowei is the one who knows about it. He never expected that Mo Dao appeared here again, and as soon as he saw Mo Dao, he knew that it was going to be bad.

His calculation was very accurate, but it was too late, only to see Buluhua leading four thousand ordinary Liao troops to rush up, waving the scimitar in his hand, roaring loudly, saying that he wanted to cut off the head of the Song army, kill the Song army, and disembowel the timid southerners.

However, they were greeted by a wall of knives, and they saw that the Mo knife was slashed heavily, the momentum was terrifying, the brilliance flashed, and the blood splattered, whether it was a person or a horse, the result was the same, and it suddenly turned into minced meat.

Some people were split into several sections, their heads, bodies, limbs, and internal organs, still alive and convulsive, but they had no human form, even the demon slaughter field.

What's even more frightening is that the eyes on some of the skulls are still turning, and their mouths are constantly opening and closing, as if asking "How did this happen?" ”

Dozens or hundreds of heads behaved like this, which is appalling and shocking. Unfortunately, this expression did not last long, and it was buried by the splashes of blood and the surging shredded flesh.

Five hundred Mo knives were raised again and again, and they were slashed down again and again, and the Liao army that rushed to the front was like a straw in a rice field that was harvested.

The originally dense place was crowded with people, and in the blink of an eye, it became a vacuum, and only the red on the ground proved that they were once people!

(To be continued)