"Go forward, warriors of the Great Song!"

Wang Yue stood on the bridge and roared excitedly, like Barbossa on the deck, and reloaded his six pestles as he roared.

This stuff is actually very inconvenient.

Because the barrel is too long to load, and in order to achieve his rapid-fire ideal, the internal fire hole is very easy to block, basically you have to clean it with a special copper wire after one shot, and there is no condition for a second round in actual combat. And because it is refined bronze, it is far from the copper slag of the Great Song Dynasty copper coin, so it is relatively soft, even if there is a wrought iron hoop outside, it cannot withstand his violent fighting style, and three barrels have been deformed to a certain extent......

Or rather, it's a little deflated.

It is impossible to shoot a single bullet, and it can be used to spray iron sand.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to shoot bullets at the moment, because the purpose of his reloading is not to go to the battlefield at all.

In front of him, because of the addition of the defeated troops at the bridgehead, the two formations on the left and right have been connected as a whole, and at least 2,500 Song troops should be the most elite cavalry, so they lined up at the bridgehead.

That's the main character.

Li Xiaozhong, who was considered a pit by him, took the lead, and took the left wing formation to move forward first, the officer followed with the right wing formation, but there was no movement in the middle, and an officer who did not look very tall was running in front of him to command those cavalry, listing a triple horizontal formation at the bridgehead, guarding this escape road and waiting for it.

This is a goose-shaped formation.

Zhang left and right and guarded the middle.

At the end of the day, their goal is to escape.

Fighting, in order to better escape, so the bridgehead must not be lost.

And the open wings are responsible for counterattacking, and there is no need to worry about being outflanked anyway, there is the river behind them, although there is a section downstream where you can wade, but this position does not have to worry about the back.

"Kill, good boy bloody sand field!"

Wang Yue held six pure pestles in both hands, stood on the bridge and roared.

When he finally finished loading, he started shooting again.

The sudden explosion of gunfire behind him, as well as the flames and gunpowder smoke sprayed in Wang Yue's hand, made all the Song soldiers let out an excited roar......

This will spell!

Regardless of whether he is a god or a demon, it is reassuring to have such a backing.

Li Xiaozhong's left flank was the first to meet the enemy, with him as the blade, and finally formed a stabbing left wing of five hundred cavalry, directly crashed into the surging Khitan cavalry, holding a cone gun he instantly penetrated a Khitan cavalry, and then the cone gun that was too late to pull out was abandoned, he took off the iron shovel with both hands as fast as possible, and slammed the oncoming cone gun on the chest of the gun bearer at the same time.

And behind him was a blood-spattered fight.

The Western cavalry that followed him really burst into strength, and these same veterans of a hundred battles used the initial force of shock to constantly pierce the enemy's body with one cone-gun after another.

Of course, the enemy's conone guns were also piercing their bodies.

But that's the way it is on the battlefield, killing the enemy while also being killed by the enemy, only the brave are the ultimate winners, the battle on the battlefield is who is not afraid of death, either the iron shovel in the hand to break the enemy's head, or the enemy's iron shovel to break the head, there are no fancy martial arts here, there is no conspiracy, only the impact of iron and blood.

Brains burst out, flesh splattered.

The mournful screams of the horses, the screams of the dying, the metal striking and the breaking of the taper spear, rendered a blood-colored hymn on the background of the galloping horses.

On the other side, the officer also crashed into the middle of the Khitan cavalry in the same way.

His strength surpassed that of Li Xiaozhong, and it was estimated that his rank was not low, and he gathered nearly a thousand people, and quickly chiseled through the formation of the Khitan cavalry without losing the ferocity of Li Xiaozhong.

They actually picked up a bargain, because the Khitan cavalry that came after them was loosely formed, and it was even difficult to say what other formations there were, these were pursued, and the contempt for the Song army made them not think about encountering a counterattack at all, and even if they saw it, it was too late to regroup. When the two cavalry in formation crashed into the middle of them at once, they formed a breakthrough like a bamboo, and the two cavalry were like a closed crab claw, piercing into it at once, and then began to close together to complete the cutting of the Khitan cavalry in the middle.

However, these Khitan cavalry were not weak chickens, and the middle of the road, which originally rushed straight to the bridgehead, immediately turned, drew a huge arc in front of the bridgehead formation, and then stabbed straight behind Li Xiaozhong's flank.

And to the north were more Khitan cavalry swarming.

"Surprise someone!"

Wang Yue held up six pure pestles and shouted ahead.

The officer looked at the hateful fellow, then hesitated, and then at the cavalry in formation, and it was clear that he knew what to do, but the problem was that he couldn't command anyone, he was a temporary leader because he had many acquaintances.

The real generals have long crossed the river.

"Let's go, kill the enemy!"

In silence, one of the same petty officers hurried forward and yelled.

Immediately after that, he didn't see if there was anyone who followed, holding a rather heavy sword, and rushed directly to the front, and then nearly a hundred horsemen rushed out, and then followed him to form a small counterattack formation.

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together, go to the old Qin, restore my rivers and mountains, blood will not be shed, death will not be truce, respect all the three Qin heroes!"

Wang Yue roared like a convulsive.

Then he lit the fuse again, and the six pestles in his hand erupted a second time.

And in this thunderous gunfire, the officer crashed into the Khitan cavalry first, and the exaggerated sword in his hand swept away, instantly cutting an enemy in half, and he was obviously very good at this, the knife that was not suitable for the horse was like a cutting machine in his hand, and it was cut in two. Whether it was the Khitan cavalry or the war horses under their crotches, they were all cut off under the huge double-edged knife, which was simply indomitable and brave.

And such a brave and invincible blade gave him a great advantage to the cavalry behind him, they only needed to block his back, and then follow him like a wedge to squeeze in.

"You're not as heroic as he is."

Wang Yue said directly to the officer in command.

"If you have the ability, you can go by yourself!"

The latter said disdainfully.

"I'm not going, I'll run away as soon as I leave you!"

Wang Yue said very simply.

The latter looked at his solitary form in the middle of the bridge, turned his head with a melancholy expression, and silently took out his bow and arrows......

"Brothers of the seventh team, follow me!"

He yelled without looking back.

After saying that, he urged the war horse, and the fifty soldiers in the formation behind took out their bows and arrows and followed silently, they quickly went forward to a distance of nearly 100 meters from the enemy, and then turned, and at the same time as the opposite side divided the troops to meet the battle, one by one on the horseback continued to shoot sharp arrows. The archery skills of these cavalrymen of the Western Army are very good, especially the officer who was ridiculed by Wang Yue, it can almost be said that the arrows are not missing, he is very insidiously only shooting horses and not people, and on such a battlefield, it is a dead end for the horse to fall, and it is impossible for the people behind to avoid it.

The result can only be trampled to death.

But these guys didn't shoot for long, and after each of them shot five or six arrows in quick succession, they immediately broke away and inserted diagonally into the bridgehead formation at the fastest speed under the leadership of the officer, taking advantage of the fact that the Khitan cavalry had not yet collided.

The enraged Khitan cavalry came in hot pursuit.

And the nearly 1,000 cavalry at the bridgehead here all raised their bows and arrows on horseback......

Cunning guys.

"To fight a war, you need to use strategy, what is the courage of the horseman?"

The officer returned to the front of the battle and said to Wang Yue rather haughtily.

The dozens of Khitan cavalry who were attracted behind him were turning into hedgehogs under the fire of nearly a thousand archers.

Wang Yue smiled but did not answer.

"Brothers of the 10th team!"

The officer shouted as if demonstratively.

The second group of cavalry with bows and arrows began to move forward.

And the cavalry of the Song army on the left and right flanks were still close to each other in hand-to-hand combat.

These more than 1,000 cavalry used their bravery to cut down nearly 500 Khitan cavalry.

The latter originally wanted to turn to attack their flanks and flank them with the main force from the north to eat them, but they were blocked by the one who used the broadsword and could not pass through the interception of more than 100 cavalry, so they gradually fell into the bow and arrow cover of the bridgehead cavalry......