Yelu Jinbo put away his weapon and took out the horned bow, and the same was true of the other Liao warriors, in their opinion, the bows and arrows of the Liao people could not penetrate the terrifying heavy cavalry, but the enemies in front of them were all light armor, and there was no reason why they could not shoot through.

More than a thousand sharp arrows played a killing song in the air, more like a rapidly moving dark cloud, rolling towards the infantry phalanx of the Shence Army.

Yang Ling raised his sword and shouted: "Raise the shield ......" With Yang Ling's order, the infantry raised the shield of the left hand according to a certain law, some horizontally, some erected, in front of him, forming a solid shield wall above his head, completely protecting the foot soldiers.

The "Tuk Tuk ......" feather arrow hit the shield and made a series of sounds, and the shield formed by the defense really looked like a huge hedgehog, so careless.

Yang Ling's voice sounded again: "Bow and crossbow ready...... The spear is ready to ......" In the deafening sound of horses' hooves, the foot soldiers quickly followed the order, and the spears were poked out one after another, forming a forest of death, waiting for the Liao people to collide with themselves.

The foot soldiers put their bows and crossbows ready to wait for further orders, and at this time, the Liao people were closer to them.

The battle finally began, after the tickling of the arrows, hand-to-hand combat appeared one after another, the infantry spear formation can easily stab the Liao people off the horse, and the iron cavalry of the Liao people can also kill the infantry in front of them, and disrupt the formation of the infantry soldiers, creating a chance for the cavalry behind them to kill.

The Liao people really killed their red eyes, the front row fell, and the back row was on top. It can be said that they have gone forward and backwards, and at this moment there is no fear of death in their eyes, and there is only hatred for the enemy in front of them. There was only one thought left in their minds, and that was to rush forward and kill all the southerners in front of them.

Yang Ling felt that the time was almost up, and if he continued to hold on, his army would inevitably pay great casualties, so he did not hesitate at all, and gave the order to retreat, although it was a retreat. But there is also an orderly, the queue is not chaotic at all and covers each other, this is a calm retreat.

At this time, Han Shizhong's 300 cavalry behind him took over the infantry again. They fought the most fiercely, and at this time, there were not many people who had any strength on their bodies, but the expressions on the faces of each soldier did not show the slightest hint of retreat. Everyone's lance is held flat. Against the Liao.

"They can't hold it anymore......" Yelu Jinbo was very excited when he saw that the Song infantry army was retreating, and the other Liao soldiers were also very excited, and followed closely behind Yelu Jinbo, wanting to chase and kill the retreating enemy.

The situation seemed to be turning one-sided, and Yelu Jinbo felt a little high-spirited, brandishing his weapon and saying, "Rush in and kill them all, chop them all into meat sauce......"

The moment the two armies collided at high speed. Yang Ling closed his eyes.

Rumble! The waves crashed on the shore and rolled up a thousand piles of snow.

The cacophony of gold and iron echoed across the plains. When Yang Ling opened his eyes again, what greeted him was already a place of blood, a place of wailing, and two groups of people who were not dying, fighting for their lives.

The first round of impact of the cavalry of the Liao State has been the formation of the Song army to disrupt, more than a hundred years ago Emperor Yelu Abaoji swept the invincible cavalry of Asia and Europe, and still exerts its residual power, although Yang Ling's men have the advantage in numbers, but in the plain area where the cavalry is the king, they can only be like a lamb to be slaughtered, holding weapons in vain, and then being slashed by the condescending Liao Tartars.

Only Han Shizhong's cavalry can compete a little bit, but it is difficult to support it alone, how to save the Liao, the collapse of the infantry army, the screams and blood are mixed together, Yang Ling gritted his teeth, and watched countless soldiers who talked and laughed in the past turn into the souls of the Liao people, and he felt extremely frustrated at this moment.

No matter how advanced the strategy, no matter how ingenious the strategy, no matter how clever the mind, what is it in the face of invincible strength? It's just a joke! The heavy front was quickly thinned by the cavalry, and the Liao cavalry was like a sharp blade, slowly advancing forward in the killing, aiming directly at the Chinese army where Yang Ling was!

Countless Great Song soldiers gritted their teeth and went forward one after another, and even the overseers on both flanks of the battle array gave up the overseers and drew their swords, but they were still ruthlessly strangled by the sharp blades of the cavalry. As far as the eye could see, there was a blood-red, a wail, and a pair of empty eyes that did not blink.

The victory or defeat is immediate, in the era of cold weapons, the infantry is not the opponent of the cavalry after all, it can defeat the cavalry, only the infantry army relies on the favorable terrain to build fortifications, and another method is to create a huge formation of infantry and cavalry at the beginning of the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, but its formation is too complicated, and the infantry soldiers and horses needed are more than 100,000 at every turn, and a link is wrong, that is, the whole is lost, at the beginning of the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, there were hundreds of thousands of elites, but now, the situation is different.

A charge of more than 1,000 Liao cavalry caused half of the Song army's casualties, and the rest were still struggling to support.

"General Xiao Yang, the front battle can't stand it, the left wing has opened a gap for you, the soldiers will take you to the north, the old breed will have reinforcements, and his subordinates will break the rear for you!" Wu Jue was covered in blood, staggered to Yang Ling, and screamed.

Yang Ling came back to his senses, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and smiled miserably: "Run? Where can I run? Even if I can escape my life today, will I be able to escape my conscience tomorrow, and every night, I won't have nightmares to fight for my own life and die in vain? ”

"General Xiao Yang! The time is also, the situation is also, today is not good, and then try to come to the future, your identity is not what it used to be, and there can be no mistakes! When Wang Gui said this, everyone was taken aback, in their minds, Yang Ling is the sky, and the holy oracle of the Son of Heaven can not be served, but Yang Ling's words are worthy of their birth and death.

Yang Ling's expression changed, and he shouted: "Fart!" Wang Gui, the first day you met me? I, Yang Ling, started from the first person killed in Baigou River, when did I leave my brothers and run for my life alone? Do you think I'll lose my life when I'm an official? ”

Wang Gui was stunned, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Today is the only battle to the death! Tang Huai"

"In!"

"Raise a certain big high! The flag of death does not fall, tell all the soldiers, I, Yang Ling, are still there, and the banner of the Shence Army is still there! ”

"Yes!" In the yellow dust and blood mist in the sky, the black flag fluttered in the wind.

Seeing that the banner representing the Shence Army was still standing high in the Chinese army's formation, the morale of the declining Great Song soldiers suddenly felt full of strength, and a desperate roar erupted from the crowd who were struggling to resist.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!" (To be continued......)