explosions, fires, black smoke; dirt, shrapnel, arrows; Shouting and killing, screaming, and golden drums sounding in unison.

The fighting and fighting entered the white heat, and the Jin army, which was trapped on the long official road, suffered more and more casualties, but failed to break through the resistance ahead.

In the rear, the troops led by Meng Jiucheng also launched a fierce attack on the Jin army.

Flying thunder artillery bombardment, pine artillery wagons opened the way, and while thousands of Red Turban troops advanced, they also sent generals to both flanks, advancing through the woods and weeds, and attacking the Jin army from the flank.

Rumble! A huge explosion was not far away, Wanyan Jinghui's ears were buzzing, the war horse roared, its front hooves raised, and it rushed forward and crashed like crazy, kicking and biting.

The Jin army has been compressed into a narrow area of five or six hundred meters, which is completely within the range of the meteor cannon.

And this kind of powerful cannonball, every time it hits the ground and explodes, the Jin army is a dead and wounded, and a scream and wail.

Wanyan Jinghui controlled the war horse, but his eyes were red, they were all elite warriors with martial arts, so he didn't even have a chance to show it, so he was killed and wounded.

Boom, boom, boom! Shots rang out from the front, and scorching fires flashed, and thick smoke rose at the same time. This time the launch of the pine cannon caused a large number of Jin soldiers who rushed to the front to fall.

Even the golden soldiers in front of them, who were heavily armored and holding shields, were also shot to the ground in large numbers.

Even if the shrapnel didn't penetrate their heavy armor and thick shields, the shrapnel was so powerful that their bones and internal organs would still be damaged as long as it hit them.

A golden officer clutched his chest, where blood was constantly bubbling, and in his left hand he carried a large shield, stumbling forward.

Another heavy bombardment, he was hit by several shrapnel and, with a splattered mist of blood, fell backwards and flew out.

Arrows flew through the air, screams rang out from the ranks of the Red Turbans, and the dead and wounded were immediately dragged behind, and soldiers took their place.

During the battle in Gaoqiao Town, Wanyan Jinghui did not fully see the equipment of the Red Turban Army.

Now, he saw clearly that the Red Turban Army was not only powerful in firearms, but also had stronger personal equipment than other rebels, which effectively reduced the damage caused by the Jin Army's bows and arrows.

Moreover, although the crossbowmen of the Red Turban Army do not have a fast rate of fire, they are not small in power and are very distinctive.

Crossbows and bows have their own advantages as long-range strike weapons. However, after the Southern and Northern Dynasties, after the cavalry galloped on a large scale, it gradually declined because the strong crossbow was inconvenient to use on horseback.

However, Meng Jiucheng built a crossbow machine as a transitional weapon before the musket was manufactured. Because, compared with the bow, the crossbow still has its advantages, especially the infantry.

The first is to increase the tension: the bow must be stretched with both arms, and the archer controls the bow with one hand and pulls the string with the other, so that its tension cannot exceed the strength of a person's arm.

The crossbow is different, not only can be pulled with both arms, but also can be pulled with the back of the bow, with the strength of the waist and even the whole body, at that time this method of pulling the crossbow was called "tension".

Secondly: when shooting an arrow with a bow, the archer draws the bow with both hands, and the eyes must be aimed at the same time. But it is impossible to draw the bow with both hands for a long time, and the aim of the eyes is rushed.

When using a crossbow, you can pull the crossbow open in advance, apply the arrow, when to aim at the target, when to trigger the fire, plus the crossbow machine is equipped with a special sight - Wangshan, you can shoot more accurately.

Moreover, compared with archers, the training cycle of crossbowmen is greatly shortened, which is undoubtedly more valued by Meng Jiucheng.

Of course, the development of crossbow machines to fight against nomadic cavalry was not a creation of Meng Jiucheng. The Song army used a large number of crossbowmen to fight, and crossbows also became the main weapon of the Northern Song infantry.

In addition to the divine arm crossbow used by individual soldiers, the Song army also focused on making bed crossbows. Such as: two-bow bed crossbow, three-bow eight-cow bed crossbow, bean + inch crossbow, etc.

At present, the crossbows equipped by the Red Turban Army cannot reach the range and power of the Song Army's Divine Arm Crossbow, but compared with the bows and arrows of the Jin Army, they are not much worse.

Moreover, the crossbowmen of the Red Turban Army are divided into groups such as "upper crossbow", "advanced crossbow", and "hair crossbow", which can work in turns and fire continuously.

The fighting continues, and the Kim army is increasingly at a disadvantage.

Another officer blew up to the ground, he clutched his neck, and the nail leaf of his neck was torn open, shrapnel shot in, and blood continued to spurt out, filling the air with the smell of blood.

A few more shells hit, and Wanyan Jinghui was thrown off his horse by a personal soldier, but his right leg was in sharp pain, and he fell to the ground and couldn't stand up. The shrapnel broke his calf bone, and the flesh was a blur of flesh.

Finished! Wanyan Jinghui felt sad in his heart, and the long army stretched on the official road, with length and thickness, was hit by this fierce attack and suffered heavy casualties.

The soldiers carried Wan Yan Jinghui on their backs to dodge on the other side of the official road to dodge the enemy's bombardment range.

After a round of bombardment, the range of strikes was almost over, the battle formation of the Jin army was scattered, and Meng Jiucheng commanded the troops to continue to push forward, compressing the enemy's activity space.

Martial arts and skills are useless, and under the bombardment and sweep of gunpowder weapons, it is difficult to rush in front of the opponent no matter how afraid of death.

What's more, the opponent had an absolute advantage in strength, and the golden soldiers who rushed to the front of the formation were faced with a forest of knives and guns, as well as crossbow arrows fired from both wings.

And without the support of a heavy battle formation, it will not be possible to form a continuous attack. The Jin army charged and counterattacked, but it was like a wave hitting a reef, and was constantly repelled by the Red Turban Army, leaving only miserable corpses.

The Red Turbans moved forward to the sound of war drums, and the front pressed down on the Jin soldiers like an iron wall. The official road was littered with the corpses of men and horses, as well as smoking craters. The faces of the fewer and fewer Jin soldiers were all frightened, and their hearts were full of fear and sadness.

Finished! Wanyan Jinghui knew that it was difficult to escape, so he calmed down at this time.

It's a pity that Daikin's warriors don't even have the opportunity to gallop on horseback and show their martial arts.

Wanyan Jinghui smiled bitterly, stood up with a spear, looked around, and said loudly: "The warriors of the Dajin Kingdom, are there people who surrender on their knees and are cowardly and greedy? Now that we have come to this, we can only fight to the death and sacrifice our lives for the country—"

His voice suddenly raised high, and he pulled out his waist knife with his right hand and pointed at it, and roared angrily: "For the sake of Dajin, rush!" ”

"Rush!"

The Jin army, which only had a few hundred left, broke out into the last madness, holding weapons and roaring and rushing towards the opponent!

"Fire!" The officer let out a hoarse cry.

There was a deafening explosion, a volley of pine cannons, and a storm of shrapnel erupted, exploding a large mist of blood among the golden soldiers.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

The order was a roar, so loud that it drowned out the sound of artillery firing.

Boom, boom, boom...... Thick puffs of white smoke, bursts of blast.

The golden soldiers are crazy, and the red turban army is not flinching. In the cold wind, the pungent smoke of gunpowder, and the disgusting smell of blood, constantly wafted and wafted......