Although he had been prepared in his heart, Xiao Jiu couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of him. On the eastern horizon in the distance, a huge military formation formed by tens of thousands of Southern Tang infantry soldiers stood neatly and solemnly, as if a jungle had grown out of thin air in the plains south of the Yangtze River.

In order to fight the Song army on the Western Front at the right time and in the right place, Wu Yingying racked his brains, but when it came to the decisive battle, he adopted the most conservative method. First of all, he rejected the ambush proposed by his subordinates, because the terrain in the south of the Yangtze River rarely had suitable ambush sites, and even if there were a few locations, they were either too close to Changzhou and easy to be discovered by the Song army, or they were so far away that the troops that broke through Changzhou might be caught up and eaten by the Song army before they arrived. His final choice was to find a small plain at a suitable distance from Changzhou City, suitable for a frontal battle of tens of thousands of troops as a preset battlefield.

The central phalanx was a strong front of 4,000 pikemen, and Wu Yingying was confident that they would not waver even if they encountered a surprise attack of thousands of cavalry, and the horizontal swordsmen holding square shields protected the flanks of the central army formation. Two thousand well-trained crossbowmen stood in three columns in front of the entire array. The 20,000 Heavenly German troops lined up in phalanxes on the left and right flanks of the Divine Guard, while Heiyundu found a slightly raised hill to station his horses, and the cavalry led their horses to stand on the ground.

All the troops waved their flags and waved slightly in the morning breeze. Above the military formation, a round of red sun erupted, and the iron armor on the soldiers' bodies reflected a strong and dazzling red light, as if they were gods and generals waiting for the enemy troops who came in a hurry.

Volume 36 is like a dream, and the bird cries in the air, Chapter 52, Field Battle

Looking at Wu Yuejun in the distance like a flock of sheep and huddled together, the corner of Captain Bai Sheng's mouth involuntarily appeared a trace of contemptuous smile, affecting the knotted scar left by the last battle of Shaanxi, so that people could see that this military academy with a flag in his left hand was not a bronze statue. Bai Sheng was wearing red paper armor and three golden tassels on his chest, indicating that he was the chief captain of the Left Army of the Divine Guard, and the first battalion he led was the most elite force of the Left Army. The last time Bai Sheng broke through in Shaankou, Bai Sheng and his battalion followed closely to make Wu Yingying rush left and right, and finally Bai Sheng was slashed in the face by a Song soldier in the chaos, and he fell into the pile of dead people without knowing it, and the first battalion of 500 people only survived 57 people after the battle. If it weren't for Wu Yingying's insistence that the corpse collection team close the eyes of the dead soldiers one by one, and happened to find that he was still breathing, maybe Bai Sheng, the captain of the Jinfan Military Academy, would have been buried alive. Since then, the first battalion of the Left Army has been the most trusted elite of Wu Yingying. This life-and-death stake made Bai Sheng suddenly realize that war and death were not as terrible as he had thought before, but he had a faint desire for future battles in his heart. Looking at the Wu Yue Army and the Song Army, who were busy gathering the whole team, and listening to the noise and even noise among the enemy troops drifting over along the morning breeze, Bai Sheng couldn't help but lick his lips, and said in his heart, you should hurry up and line up, a neat flock of sheep is more neat to kill than a flock of ducks running around the ground.

Wu Yingying felt that the Jurchens were able to overthrow the Khitan and Great Song dynasties in one fell swoop, which is enough to show that the courage of the low-level soldiers in the ancient war almost played a decisive role, and if the Han army had the courage to fight to the last man, the huge population size of the Central Plains region determined that it was almost impossible for him to be conquered and occupied. Therefore, Wu Yingying deliberately instilled a concept of brute courage in the generals below the lieutenant level. Pride and contempt are not serious mistakes, but cowardice is an unforgivable shortcoming. Therefore, from the Jinfan Army to the Divine Guard Army, veterans are more and more concerned about how to win meritorious service and how to win the first row of positions in the battle formation, rather than how to save their lives.

When his gaze retracted to his eyes, the contempt in Bai Sheng's eyes gradually disappeared, and all turned into a respectful look. The newborn morning sun radiated ten thousand rays of light, shining from behind him. From the perspective of the Divine Guard soldiers who were waiting for the enemy, his back seemed to be draped in a fiery red coat.

Wu Yingying, who was sitting on a horse, enjoyed the momentum gradually accumulated by the central phalanx behind him, and the central army array stretched out three hundred feet to the north and south wings, separated by a wide gap that was convenient for the crossbowmen to retreat, and was a two-wing phalanx formed by 20,000 soldiers of the Tiande Army. Although Wu Yingying did not know much about their combat effectiveness, judging from the situation of this array, Hu Ze was very effective in the reorganization of the Tiande army. It is worthy of being a famous general who has been trapped in the lonely city for three years in history, Wu Yingying thought to himself. The sunlight shone neatly sharp shadows on the spear camp phalanx, pointing straight in the direction of the enemy in front of them.

There is no need to look back, Wu Yingying also knows that the tens of thousands of tiger ben behind him are watching his every move, as long as he gives an order, they will not hesitate to brave the white blades and arrow rain to move forward. He was waiting, waiting for the enemy to gather the courage to fight him in a decisive battle, and if he launched a surprise attack too soon, he was afraid that they would flee from the wind, and the effect of a rout would be much less than that of annihilation.

Qian Jiao, the king of Wuyue, looked ahead with a gloomy face, and when Shen Chengli reported to him that he had encountered a large Tang army in front of him, Qian Jiao had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"King Qian, the Tang army is not good, let's withdraw. Zhenguo commanded Wang Ge to stop beside Qian Jiao, and even the horses felt the faint momentum coming from the opponent's army formation, and the iron hooves were uneasy to scrape the red soil.

Seeing that such generals as Wang Ge actually showed timidity, Qian Jiao felt even more disappointed in his heart, he looked at Heiyundu who was resting on the hill in front of him, and did not speak. Heiyundu is the leading strong army in the south of the Yangtze River, and the men and horses are heavily armoured, and they are unstoppable when they charge into battle. And because of the young horses in the south of the Yangtze River, since the establishment of the army, it has been fighting with infantry as a goal. If Heiyundu fights against the northern light cavalry, it will be difficult to gain the upper hand, but as long as he dares to retreat in front of the Heiyundu army, these cavalry who are accustomed to cutting foot soldiers will definitely completely defeat their retreating army in the pursuit. Wang Ge followed Qian Jiao's gaze, stopped talking, and retreated to the national army of Lezhen to prepare for the battle.

Ding Deyu, the commander of the soldiers and horses in the southeast of Shengzhou in the Great Song Dynasty, looked at the Yan Cheng army formation on the opposite side and also beat the drum in his heart, and the 5,000 forbidden soldiers he brought lost a lot under the city of Changzhou, and there were only more than 2,000 people in the pursuit of this time, of which less than 1,000 cavalry. Although the Great Song Dynasty army was dominated by foot soldiers, it was still very clear about the combat effectiveness of the cavalry, and in the battle against the Jiangnan army, the cavalry had the upper hand more than once by virtue of its superiority, but in today's battle, only in terms of the number of cavalry, the southeast camp fell behind. Not to mention that judging from the banner, the cavalry on the opposite side is the Black Cloud Long Sword that His Majesty will specifically ask about when he meets the envoys of the Southern Dynasty, and it is one of the few elite soldiers in the world. Thinking of this, Ding Deyu began to look around involuntarily, in case the war is unfavorable, how to lead his eight hundred cavalry to quickly leave the battlefield, and afterwards he can put the blame for the defeat on the Wu Yue people, if he is captured by the Tang army or beheaded, it is difficult to say.

Wu Yuejun, who had chased him here from Changzhou City in the middle of the night, was really exhausted, hungry and thirsty, and if he hadn't been inspired by the will to chase victory, he would have collapsed and rested almost halfway through. Seeing that he was about to catch up with the Tang army that escaped from Changzhou, he vented his hatred, and suddenly encountered such a Tang army guarding in front of him to invite battle, and most of the tens of thousands of soldiers were deflated, and many people simply sat on the ground exhausted, only waiting for the generals to come over and beat and scold before muttering and standing back in the ranks.

Seeing that Wu Yuejun in front of him finally stood in formation, Wu Yingying's frowning eyebrows stretched out a little, he raised his horsewhip, and thousands of soldiers behind him raised the spears in their hands together, making a neat sound, and the Tiande troops on both sides were in a commotion and also raised their swords and shields one after another. After a pause for a few seconds, Wu Yingying pointed the horsewhip forward in his hand, and gently adjusted the posture of the horses under his crotch, and the two thousand crossbowmen walked neatly, surpassing the generals who were originally standing in front of the military formation, and slowly approached the enemy formation, Wu Yingying and other generals turned their horses' heads, and the horses left the front of the wide central phalanx with brisk steps, making way for the four thousand spearmen who were advancing with their spears. The pikemen moved forward in a neat manner to the accompaniment of the light drums, shoulder to shoulder, and Captain Bai Sheng marched to the far left of the first row of pikemen, with a banner hanging from his spear, leading the five hundred men of the first battalion forward at the same pace.

Slightly slower than the central phalanx by half a beat, the two phalanxes of the Tiande army quickly caught up from behind, and then kept on a level with the central direction at the same speed. In the wide gap between the three phalanxes, there were sparse small phalanxes of veterans armed with horizontal swords and shields, which allowed the troops with different positions in the front and rear depths to exchange positions through these gaps, and also prevented the enemy from infiltrating through these two air raids at once. Wu Yingying and his pro-battalion slowly adjusted their position through this gap, and finally marched to the depth of the entire advancing phalanx, no matter which direction the enemy attacked, it was unlikely that the command center of the Tang army would be knocked out at once.