The low and desolate sound of the military horn continued and spread throughout the battlefield.

The victorious army, which had already been prepared, was the first to strike. Nine huge, 10,000-strong infantry phalanxes in a zigzag formation rumbled to the sound of military trumpets, and walked towards the Jin army formation on the opposite side with firm steps.

The sound of heavy footsteps and the clanging of battle armor was like the sound of continuous waves, baptizing the ears of all the sergeants.

In front of each phalanx of 10,000 infantry were thousands of crossbowmen dressed in light armor and hanging from their waists. They are responsible for providing long-range fire support. The armor on the bodies of these terrifying steel phalanxes reflected the dazzling sunlight, and the stabbing people couldn't open their eyes!

Gao Yang himself did not go out in person this time, but stayed in the formation with more than 10,000 light and heavy cavalry. In front of the cavalry ranks, there was also a phalanx of 10,000 men as the escort and reserve of the formation.

Now on a battlefield of this scale, there is no longer a need for Gao Yang to personally break through the formation, play the Musou Flurry to boost morale and open (none-occupied. On a battlefield of this scale, Gao Yang waited behind and commanded the operation, which was far more useful than attacking in person.

"It's a lot of momentum." Yuan Dian said with a chuckle. The victorious army marching forward with firm steps is full of momentum, and everyone can see the momentum full of confidence.

Gao Yang bent the corners of his mouth, chuckled and said, "Then you still need to say?" You don't look at who trained the army. ”

"You're not shy." Yuan Dian smiled and teased Gao Yang.

"That's not what it meant." Gao Yang waved his hand, his expression was straight, and he said seriously, "Training, equipment and everything are very good." But these are the foundations of an army. The real finishing touch was the successive victories that preceded it! Only victory is the soul of an army! ”

After a pause, he continued, "If an army is always losing, no matter how well trained and equipped your army is, it doesn't mean anything. An army that always loses a battle will not have the will to fight. If an army does not have the will to fight, then its external conditions are of no significance. ”

"I know that." The origin said with some smugness: "I've read some materials. There is a book that says that the army is a monster that needs to be constantly fed with victory and glory. That's what you're trying to say, right? ”

Gao Yang nodded with a smile. Said earnestly, "You finally see something useful." That's what it means. If there is no victory, then there will be no morale and will to fight. No matter how good the external conditions are, they are of little use. If you can win battles all the time, even if an army has no training and no good equipment. The high morale and the strong will to fight to the end alone are enough to defeat any powerful enemy. ”

"You're right." The origin responded, "Actually, I think, huh? The Jurchens moved! ”

Gao Yang's eyes froze slightly, and he reached out and picked up the imager on the side and put it on his head. Connected to the shooting footage of the high-altitude unmanned reconnaissance plane, he carefully observed the movements of the Jin Army

When the victorious army began to attack, the Jin army also began to implement its own battle plan.

Bali and Wanyan Po Lu Huo each led a two-wing army composed of slave soldiers of various tribes, Mongols, and Jurchen soldiers rushed towards the two flanks of the steel array of the ever-victorious army.

These two armies seem to be very numerous and imposing. But the actual combat effectiveness is not strong.

Needless to say, the slave soldiers. In other words, who is treated like a slave. They scolded and scolded, killed people at will, lived like cattle sheds, and ate worse than pigs. I can't fight for my enemies anymore! It's not brainwashed again!

In fact, these slave soldiers of various races have long been full of anger. Temporary obedience and silence are just waiting for an opportunity to explode like a volcano! It is foreseeable that once the Jurchens show a little decline, then these enslaved slave soldiers of all races will inevitably take crazy revenge!

The Mongols were in a similar situation. The more than 80,000 people who rushed over to take advantage of the excitement at the beginning are now less than one-third!

The treatment dropped instantly. From the time I first arrived, I was treated like a guest, and various supplies continued one after another. All the way down to the status of almost equal to those slave soldiers in the previous three days! They also didn't want to continue to work for the Jurchens. Like the slave soldiers of all races, they are reluctant to fight the victorious army and die. They are also waiting for their chance. A chance to escape, or rather, a chance to rebel!

The Jurchens are not fools either. What these animals were thinking, they knew very well in their hearts. It's just that the strong strength has always made them not care too much about these things. Even if they are down at the moment. But in my heart, I still look down on these defeated generals in the past.

Bali and Wanyan Po Lu Huo each led more than 30,000 soldiers of the Jurchen clan to be responsible for pressing the formation on both wings. Their role was to oversee the warband, driving the cattle forward to entangle the victorious army on both wings.

As for the middle lane, it was the last elite carefully selected from the 100,000 Jurchen soldiers led by the Jurchen general Wanyan Zonggan, and cooperated with more than 40,000 wild Jurchens pulled out of the deep mountains and old forests to force a breakthrough in the middle lane. Straight to the main position of the winning army. Their ultimate goal, Gao Yang is there!

The army marched forward, like a thick dark cloud. Wanyan Zonggan, who was riding a war horse, narrowed his eyes slightly. Looking at the heavy pace on the opposite side, but the momentum was surging like thunder, the steel phalanx of the victorious army. There was a hint of despair in my heart.

He shook his head, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and slowed down. Open your eyes again. Looking at the dazzling steel array reflecting the sunlight in the distance, he couldn't help but quietly swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Hantoru." After Yan Zonggan calmed down his mood for a while, he turned sideways with a smile on his face and whispered to a wild Jurchen tribal patriarch on the side, "Now, it's time to show your martial bravery. With a warm smile on his face, his right hand had already quietly touched the handle of the saber at his side!

After these wild Jurchens came here, the Jurchens have always been worshiped with good food, drink and fun. The pay is very high. The Jurchens are not good at doing good, and if they invest, they will inevitably be rewarded. Now that they are on the battlefield, it is the request of the Jurchens to fight with their lives against the victorious army.

Wanyan Zonggan had a kind smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold. If Han Tuolu dared to say anything to shirk at this time, then Wanyan Zonggan would definitely not be merciful, and it was inevitable to kill Han Tuolu on the spot.

Nahan Tuoru was short, dark-skinned, and wore a tigerskin sling, revealing half of his chest full of thick chest hair and muscular shoulders. The dirty head and the fleshy face were full of ferocity.

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to you!" Han Tuolu's words made Wanyan Zonggan immediately breathe a sigh of relief. said with a smile: "I have long heard that your tribe is full of warriors, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation." As he laughed, his hand had left the saber at his side.

Han Tuolu was the most powerful of the more than 40,000 wild Jurchens who were pulled out by the Jurchens. In total, his tribe has nearly 5,000 men this time! This is completely hollowing out their own tribe. If all these men are lost here, then the tribe of Hantuoru will be doomed. A tribe without adult men will definitely not end well. It's normal to be annexed.

I don't know what benefits the Jurchens promised him, so that he could be willing to take such a huge risk to bring the men out to fight!

Wanyan Zong smiled dryly and reached out to pat Han Tuolu's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Do it well, when you win this battle, you will definitely not lose your benefits!" ”

Han Tuolu grinned, revealing a mouth full of black and yellow teeth, and the straight breath of Wanyan Zonggan wanted to vomit. "Take a good look at our martial arts!" After saying that, he turned over and dismounted, raised the heavy mace in his hand and waved it a few times, and loudly scolded his people and followed him towards the iron army formation of the victorious army!

Although the wild Jurchens who came out of the deep mountains and old forests could ride horses, they were not good at cavalry combat. They prefer to fight on foot.

Wanyan Zonggan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Han Tuolu's distant figure and shaking his head slightly. He's a veteran of old battles. How could he not see what form was on the battlefield now? How strong is the victorious military formation on the opposite side! Those dazzling steel armors are simply not something that those wild maidens who are still wearing animal skins can fight!

Those wild Jurchens may really be afraid of death. But their bravery is based on ignorance. The ignorant are fearless, and they are the ones who speak.

The army is engaged, and the formation is in the first place. Wanyan Zonggan could fully understand how strong the infantry phalanx of the victorious army was just by looking at it here. How could it be that a few thousand wild men scattered to the point of not even having a formation could defeat them? The role of these wild Jurchens is just consumption.

Thinking of this, Wanyan Zonggan turned around and looked at the wild female patriarchs behind him. Seeing that they were eager to try one by one, Wanyan Zonggan almost couldn't hold back his laughter. It's too joyful. People who don't know anything are full of joy and want to defeat the enemy army, and exchange the rank of the enemy army they don't know at all for good things. And Wanyan Zonggan, a reasonable person, can only look like a fool, and watch these uneducated guys to death with a sad heart!

Sure enough, the most terrible thing about not having culture or anything!

"Ladies and gentlemen." After Yan Zonggan sorted out his emotions, a warm smile appeared on his face again. His gaze swept over the faces of these patriarchs one by one, and he chuckled and said, "Go and prepare, it's time to show your martial prowess." ”

Those dirty wild Jurchen patriarchs were all full of excitement to straighten out their clansmen, preparing to meet the victorious army that was slowly approaching! People who don't understand anything are the happiest. These wild Jurchens who have not experienced a brutal war will not understand the horror of the battlefield at all!

Soon, Chang Shengjun will use the bloody reality to teach them a life lesson that will be remembered for a lifetime! (To be continued......)