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Di Qing knew that this was the last stop with the Liao State, and it was also the largest cavalry duel since the founding of the Song Dynasty, which was much larger than the scale of Yang Wenguang's attack on Yelu Hongji in Hejian Mansion, and it was really an honor for a general to command this battle. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With 20,000 cavalry, he went out of Zhongjing City, and before he had gone halfway, he encountered a small group of cavalry scattered and robbed by the Liao people sixty miles away.

Those people did not spare the slightest attack on the fleeing crowd, without considering that most of these people were Khitan people like them. After Di Qing killed these soldiers, he asked the fleeing people to retreat quickly.

Since there is the shadow of the Liao cavalry, then the big war is not far away.

The robbed Liao cavalry retreated for only a moment, and Di Qing's ears heard the desolate sound of the Liao people's horns, and the sound of "woo" echoed in the sky, and the dust raised by the horse's hooves was visible.

The Liao cavalry in the distance lined up in a neat queue, galloping on the black plain at high speed, looking from a distance, there should be 20,000 horsemen, just like the oncoming turbulent waves, between the ups and downs, there was a deafening roar, its majestic momentum, majestic power, as if it was going to completely explode with this earth-shattering blow.

Things are a bit troublesome, the tactics of the Liao cavalry are still very good, they did not rush from the front of the Song army, but went around a small arc, and the front of the soldiers pointed directly at the flank of the Song army.

Zhang Zhong happened to face the other party's arrow, and the muscles on his face under the thick helmet shook involuntarily, as if he had smelled blood, and that taste stimulated his brain and made his blood boil in an instant.

After so many years of fighting, he got used to it. If he didn't smell the blood every few days, he would feel uncomfortable.

Most of his soldiers are veterans of the battlefield like him, and they have no fear or flinch in the face of overwhelming enemy horses. With the heart of death, they calmly faced the battle that was about to begin.

The Liao people are closer, and they are closer. Zhang Zhong suddenly heard the sound of war drums behind him, and he reflexively raised his arm, and Song Jun began to prepare for the battle. The heavy cavalry pulled down their masks, the crossbowmen raised their crossbows, the light cavalry's bright spears were raised flat, and the Song troops with maces in their hands held maces on their shoulders, and the shadow of death suddenly hung over the entire plain.

The enemy is already close again, and if you don't charge at this distance, it will be equivalent to giving up speed to the Liao. Just when Zhang Zhong had some doubts in his heart, the sound of war drums in his ears suddenly became rapid, and Zhang Zhong suddenly roared frantically as if he had been slashed: "Brothers! Kill! ”

One by one, the soldiers of the Song army roared hysterically, brandishing the weapons in their hands, and like wolves, they faced the trembling gray dragon in the middle of the plain.

The heavy cavalry was in front, the archers followed, and the army presented a huge goose-shaped charging procession, like a mountain and a sea, rumbling towards the Liao people.

Before the two sides could make contact, the crossbow and feather arrows were constantly flying in the sky.

Zhang Zhong heard a scream behind him, and also saw that the Liao people in front of him were also planted one by one, he didn't care about this, his eyes were staring at the enemy's arrow in front of him, his task was to smash it and break through it!

The arrows on both sides are the most elite soldiers, when Zhang Zhong's weapons and the other party are staggered together, he can't see the enemy's weapons in front of him clearly, and subconsciously slashes at the opponent according to the route he has thought, only to hear a sound of metal collision, and a numb feeling comes from his arm.

He roared again, and the blood all over his body seemed to erupt with a crazy roar. Really, although he is a veteran, he still can't control his excitement in this environment, and the same goes for the soldiers, and the same goes for the opponents, all of them yelling and screaming as hard as they can, and waving their weapons hard left and right, until they are slashed to the ground by their opponents, and they no longer have the strength to shout.

The Liao people showed their disadvantage in the first encounter, just like the battle of Yelu Ningqi, and they suddenly found that the cavalry tactics they had always been proud of could not be used in front of the Song army.

The thick armor of those heavy cavalry played a good protective role, and when the two arrows collided together, the Liao people fell much faster than the Song army. If you look at the entire battlefield from mid-air, you can see that the arrows of the Song army are continuing to advance, only slowly, but the arrows of the Liao people are gone.

The Liao soldiers in the back couldn't see the situation in front at all, and continued to charge. The Song army was the same, Di Qing could only judge the current situation of the two sides by moving the position of the towering battle flag.

The battle flag of the Song army kept moving forward, which made Di Qing's heart feel a lot more relieved, he suddenly straightened up on horseback, looked back at the herald and said: "Beat the drum, the second echelon is outflanked from the flank." ”

With the attack of the second echelon of the Song army, the second team of the Liao people also killed, caught the Song army that wanted to be interspersed, and killed a group.

The flags of each command danced to the orders of the commanders on both sides, and the rhythm of the horns and war drums changed constantly, and each change meant that hundreds of soldiers fell under the weapons of the other side.

Di Qing could see that Yelu Gollum was really the elite of the Liao Kingdom this time, even if the situation on the battlefield was very unfavorable to them from the beginning, but from the general to the soldiers, it was still so crazy.

The archers of the Liao Kingdom and the crossbowmen of the Song army were also engaged in a contest, and they poured their crossbow arrows to their heart's content, trying to suppress their opponents.

Dense bows and crossbows flew all over the sky, unscrupulous long arrows shuttled on the battlefield at will, from time to time soldiers fell from their horses with arrows, or flew out with the horses that fell with the arrows, and in the blink of an eye the flesh and blood trampled by the galloping war horses were blurred.

The smell of blood was no longer an illusion, and hatred burned violently in the hearts of every soldier.

"Kill, ......, kill them......" Zhang Zhong clinged to his horse's back with his whole body, roaring hoarsely, although the heavy cavalry pierced through the opponent's arrows, but the Liao people suppressed them in a group, and they couldn't spread the formation at all.

And if they don't unfold, the soldiers with maces in their hands who follow them are restricted. Zhang Zhong knew that he had to disperse, and disperse immediately!

At this time, Di Qing also clearly saw Zhang Zhong's predicament, "...... on the crossbow" Di Qing stood up again, spread his arms, and shouted out in his loudest voice. The sound of war drums changed suddenly, and the crossbowmen of the Song army in the last two rows of the front line immediately picked up their crossbows, and at the same time, several teams of crossbowmen also rushed forward regardless of the range of the Liao, and the crossbow arrows were just waiting to be shot.

"Put!" Di Qing roared wildly.

The howling of crossbow bolts tearing through the air was terrible and piercing. The arc of the Song army's bows and crossbows was very small, which doomed them to be faster, and suddenly they were stronger, and in an instant, hundreds of Liao soldiers fell.

Zhang Zhong only felt that the pressure around him suddenly decreased, and he was overjoyed: "A team of ten people!" Kill it! ”

The heavy cavalry of the Song army immediately dispersed, and the soldiers with maces in their hands behind them pounced like wolves. The people of Liao are like fallen leaves in the wind, powerless and helpless, swept away by the mace.

Once the formation was unfolded, the coordinated combat advantages between the various arms of the Song army were immediately reflected, and the large array of the Liao State began to be slowly rushed away, and many Liao soldiers could not get support from each other at all, and could only be alone, in the face of the attack of several weapons of the Song army, the casualty ratio of the two sides increased again.

When the Liao general saw this situation, he could no longer command calmly in the back, and raised the spear in his hand:

"Kill ......"

With his own personal guards, he rushed towards the Song army without hesitation. This army is the descendant of Yelu Gollum, and the generals of this army are all his cronies, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, they must be killed and killed.

The sound of drums was like thunder, and the sound of trumpets was like the wind of hunting, Di Qing quietly looked at the situation on the battlefield, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not bad, really good. Before the battle was fought, the vanguard of the Liao State could no longer support it. All 20,000 of them were thrown into battle, and Di Qing's hands still had 6,000 men and horses unmoved.

That is to say, on the plain, on the battlefield that the Liao people liked in the past, the Song army defeated the 20,000 cavalry of the Liao with 14,000 people, and it was only less than an hour in the way that the Liao people were best at before.

Alright, let's end the battle quickly, Jerman Gollum is behind, and that guy has brought an army of 100,000. Di Qing was reluctant to try to see if the 20,000 cavalry of the Song Dynasty could defeat Yelu Negulu's 100,000 army.

"Kill ......" Di Qing raised his spear, and the six thousand Song troops around him, one by one, were like hungry tigers descending from the mountain, carrying the smoke and dust in the sky, and swept towards the Liao people.

The battle was decided, and Di Qing inserted from the weakest flank of the Liao people, like a hurricane on the grassland, using that unstoppable force to destroy everything that could be touched, and destroy all obstacles that blocked the advance of the Song army.

Soldiers wield swords, spears, maces, and harvested the lives of their opponents. The crossbowmen also boldly rushed into the middle of the battlefield, firing crossbow arrows at the enemies within their sniper range, the severed limbs carrying a puddle of blood, and the tumbling corpses to be trampled by the horses.

On the battlefield where the flesh and blood were blurred, the Song army's weapons were in the courage of the Liao people of the reaper, and the strong smell of blood rose to the sky, which made the victors even more crazy and those who faced the slaughter more timid.

Di Qing's steel spear was already stained with blood, and the Liao people behind him had begun to retreat, but the enemy in front of him obviously knew that he couldn't run away at all, and they gathered tightly together, wanting to choose a decent way to die.

(To be continued)