The soldiers in front of the formation kept falling, making Xiao Tianyou's face pale when he saw it. These are all brave warriors of the Great Liao Kingdom, although they belong to the Xi tribe, they are still a precious armed force. Against the Shang Song Army, the combat power of these Xi warriors can be comparable to the most elite Song Army. However, in front of Yang Pengjun's firearms, these soldiers fell one after another before they could fight against the enemy.

Xiao Tianyou rode on his horse and could see clearly that the Khitan army of the Xi tribe rushed seventy steps in front of Yang Peng's formation, and had already left behind more than 3,000 corpses. If you want to rush into Yang Pengjun's formation, you will have to sacrifice at least more than 3,000 people? Can your own army withstand such casualties without collapsing? Xiao Tianyou was highly nervous. The enemy's firepower was too fierce, and it was equipped with countless firearms and crossbows. Xiao Tianyou originally had more than 20 machine crossbows, but this time he marched thousands of miles to attack Yang Peng's lair, and Xiao Tianyou did not bring a bulky machine crossbow. At this time, against Yang Peng, Xiao Tianyou felt that there was no lack of artillery firepower.

Only the cavalry will win! The front of the enemy is solid, what about the sides? Xiao Tianyou waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Rush from the side!" A horn sounded, the Chinese army ordered the flag to be unfurled, and four thousand Khitan vests and six thousand Khitan cavalry heard the order and galloped out of the Chinese army. They rode out from behind the Khitan infantry, gradually accelerated, and attacked around the flank and rear of the Huben division. They hoped to encounter a vulnerable flank that could be broken with the iron hooves of the cavalry.

The so-called Great Liao Khitan is the strongest army in the world, and at this time, there are 10,000 Khitan cavalry rushing towards the flank of the Tiger Division. However, what they encountered was the flank of the Tiger Warrior who was as hard as an iron plate. Yang Peng's phalanx had the same number of people in all four directions, and in addition to the artillery maneuvering with the enemy's main attack direction, the infantry on the four sides had almost the same combat effectiveness. Guarding the left and right flanks were 6,000 musketeers with loaded guns. For the Khitan army's charge, they have been waiting for a long time.

The Khitan vests and the Xi people howled and walked around the front of the Tiger Division, separated from the left and right, and rushed to both sides like two hooks. In response to them, the soldiers of the Tiger Ben Division on the flanks resounded through the four fields.

"Kill the Khitan dog!"

The soldiers guarding the left and right flanks were the Broken Regiments and the Trapping Regiments, and although these two regiments were formed later than the Selective Regiment, most of the soldiers of these two regiments were still veterans who had killed thieves and resisted the charging of the thieves' cavalry. Of course, the two regiments had 2,000 recruits, but these recruits had also seen blood in the recent capture of Tianjing New City and the Battle of Jinghai, so it was no problem to shoot calmly on the battlefield at this time.

Especially at this time, the whole army was killing and united, and the recruits also suppressed their inner fears and devoted themselves to fighting and killing the enemy. The soldiers rushed from both sides with diagonal aiming, killed the Khitan cavalry on both flanks, and pressed the trigger. Crackling gunfire rang out, more than 2,000 rifles spat out tongues of fire, and 2,000 bullets were fired at the Manchurian Tatars and Khitan soldiers who were charging into battle. The Khitan army's two-mile-wide front was hit hard, and the cavalry in the front row fell from their horses as if they had hit an invisible wall.

The four thousand Khitan horse armor was okay, they were wearing two layers of armor, and the rifle could not penetrate their armor at two hundred meters, and they only paused on the horse after being shot. The Khitan cavalry in cotton armor was miserable. After the platoon, hundreds of Khitan cavalry were immediately killed, fell from their horses, and fell to the yellow earth without a sound. These proud Khitan cavalry, in the eyes of the Tiger Master, are just moving targets.

There are also those who have been injured: those who have been beaten through the stomach, those who have their hands broken, and those who have their feet broken. Screams and shouts sounded from the mouths of the wounded Khitan soldiers, and the morale of the cavalry behind them fell to freezing point at once. And the corpses of the cavalry and military horses that fell to the ground became an obstacle for the rear cavalry, blocking the charge of the rear cavalry. The cavalrymen frightened and walked around the corpses on the ground, or they could not dodge and stepped directly over the wounded, trampling the wounded on the ground into a bloody blur, and continued to rush towards the flank of the Tiger Division.

The second shot began. There was another crackling volley of gunfire, and a large amount of white smoke rose from the position of the Tiger Division. The smoke filled the soldiers' side, making the Tiger Benshi look like a group of divine soldiers. Two thousand bullets broke through the smoke and shot at the Khitan cavalry who were charging into battle, tearing a small wound in the rotation, and burrowing into the flesh and skin of the Khitan soldiers.

Nearly a thousand Khitan cavalry had blood flowers blooming on their bodies, and the soldiers who had been driving their horses recklessly just now lost their ability to move in an instant, and fell under their horses screaming. For a moment, the ground was littered with corpses and wounded, gurgling and bleeding. The Khitan cavalry in the back row bypassed and straddled the corpses and wounded on the ground, but lost the courage to charge into battle.

This is not a rush, this is a rush to die! The Chinese army of the Khitan army stood on a higher bulge, and Xiao Tianyou rode on a horse and saw the tragic situation of the Khitan cavalry charging into battle, and felt that his heart was dripping blood. Nearly 2,000 Khitan cavalry and more than 3,000 Khitan infantry soldiers were folded at once, how could they explain to the Queen Mother after returning to Youzhou? Although these Xi people are not Liao, the status of the Xi people in Liao is also very important now.

Yang Peng's soldiers and horses are not injured now, and he has lost thousands of people, can this battle be won? This battle really shouldn't be fought? Xiao Tianyou gritted his teeth and gurgled, but he didn't realize it. The Xi nobles in the Chinese army were even more heartbroken, they couldn't bear to see the tragic situation on the battlefield, and their faces were pale with their eyes closed, as if the warriors who died in battle were their brothers. Xiao Tianyou, who was killed by God, actually used the soldiers of my Xi tribe as cannon fodder!

Xiao Tianyou's lieutenant Zhang Hua looked at Xiao Tianyou, then at the battlefield, speechless. The firepower of the Song army was too fierce, the Khitan army in front of the formation, especially the Khitan cavalry, was shrouded in the fear of death, their bodies trembled and their faces turned pale, the speed of the horses rushing into the formation slowed down, and the formation was a little erratic. If it weren't for the Khitan horse armor soldiers still around, the Khitan cavalry would have collapsed.

However, the four thousand Khitan vests have not yet been damaged, and the establishment is complete. Dressed in two layers of heavy armor, they howled and rushed forward, rushing to the front of the line. The third platoon gun firing began.

"Kill the Khitan dog!" "Kill the Khitan dog!!"

Under the command of the platoon commander, the riflemen in the rear stepped up to the firing position, and one platoon after another began to shoot at the Khitan soldiers who were charging into formation. Red flames erupted one by one, and two thousand flintlock rifles that surpassed this era fired conical bullets symbolizing death at the Khitan vest.

At a distance of a hundred meters, the conical bullet has enough kinetic energy to pierce armor! The bullet hit the body of the vest soldier, broke through the cotton armor of the vest, broke the chain mail under the armor, broke the skin of the warrior of the vest, and drilled into the body of the vest fiercely.

The horses in the front row had a brutal blood spark, and blood gushed out of their wounds like a fountain. One by one, the vests fell under their horses, slamming them on the ground, rolling and shouting on the ground. Their helmets fell to the ground, revealing the sleek scalps and ugly pigtails of money on the vests' heads. After a few convulsions on the ground, their bodies stopped moving.

For a soldier with strong weapons, the difference between a good shooter and a bad shooter is huge, and the combat power of the former is even several times that of the latter. In order to improve the hit rate, Yang Peng's soldiers shot an astonishing amount of targets, and the recruits practiced target shooting every day, and scrapped a gun in three months. Veterans also often carry out retention exercises after reaching the target shooting standard, and practice until 90% of 200 meters hit the target! It's not an exaggeration to say that all of them are excellent goalscorers.

At a distance of more than 100 meters, the soldiers' hit rate was amazing, at least seventy percent. And this time, the Khitan horse armor soldiers rushed to the front and were killed by more than a thousand at once. Seeing the Khitan horse armor soldiers being killed in batches in front of the formation, the soldiers of the Broken Regiment and the Trapped Regiment were full of the pleasure of revenge. shouted in unison: "The morale of the Khitan cavalry is almost unsupportable." They have already left more than 2,000 corpses in front of the battle, so to speak, with fragile lives against the power of firearms. Moreover, this firearm is not a firearm of this era, but a rifled gun that is two hundred years ahead of this era.

If the 50-year technological gap is called a generational gap, the 200-year gap is a world of difference. The technological gap made this massacre extremely cruel. A few elites of the Khitan Creek Army who led the charge knew that the team had collapsed to the critical point of collapse, for fear that the cavalry would collapse and make the warriors who sacrificed in front meaningless. They anxiously sounded the morale-boosting horn.

The horn sounded, encouraging the charging cavalry to continue to advance.

When the Khitan vest soldiers heard the sound of the horn, their eyes turned blood-red one by one. They had already lost more than 1,000 people in front of the battle just now, and the battle loss rate was as high as two or three percent. If it weren't for the fact that there were only a thin layer of three-tiered firecrackers on the opposite side, if it weren't for the belief that if they rushed forward, they would have been defeated.

It was the contempt for the close combat of the Song army's firearms soldiers that supported them to continue to charge the battle with their lives. Hearing the sound of the horn, nearly three thousand horse armors howled, stabbing the spurs of their heels into the abdomen of the war horse under the crotch, stabbing the horse's belly to the point of blood, urging the war horse to speed up and rush forward. They rushed as fast as they could towards the soldiers of the Tiger Division, and soon reached fifty paces of the musketeers.

In the Song Dynasty, one and a half steps were one and a half meters, and fifty steps away, the angular bow could already shoot to the target. The Khitan cavalrymen on their horses shouted loudly with joy, bent their horned bows, and shot bows and arrows at the Ming army seventy meters away. I hope to shoot down the Tiger Master's firecrackers with a rain of arrows.

The Khitan in the front row shot arrows, and the Tartars in the back row barely found an angle to throw bows and arrows, shooting at the Broken Regiments and Trapping Regiments. More than 3,000 bows and arrows pierced the sky and shot at the team of the Tiger Master. The bow flew like a raindrop, heading towards the Tiger Master. The ideal range of the angle bow is within forty meters, and the distance of more than seventy meters is still a bit far, not to mention the immediate bump, which is not accurate at all. Only three hundred bows and arrows hit the soldiers of the Tiger Division. More than 300 soldiers screamed and covered with arrow wounds and withdrew from the front.

But the morale-boosting Tiger Master was not frightened by the rain of arrows at all, and it was 2,000 rifles that fired angrily in response.

"Kill the Khitan dog!"

At a distance of more than 70 meters, the soldiers of the Tiger Ben Division, who had excellent archery skills, almost shot accurately, and knocked down the Khitan soldiers who bent their bows and arrows one by one. At this distance, not to mention two layers of armor, even three layers of armor can't protect against the tiger division's conical bullets. Nearly 2,000 bullets were sprinkled on the Khitan soldiers who were intensively plundering the formation, ending these warriors who had been training hard for more than ten years before they went to the battlefield.

If a soldier of the Tiger Division can become a skilled archer after six months of hard training to shoot targets, the training time of an archer is measured in years. Without more than ten years of practice, these Khitans simply could not become qualified fighters. These trainings take up a lot of time and manpower. But no matter how hard you train, no matter how brave a warrior is, it is only a matter of one shot in front of the conical bullet.

This technological gap made the balance of the battlefield unreservedly tilt to the side of the Tiger Division. Shooting at a distance of more than 70 meters, the hit rate of the soldiers of the Tiger Division exceeded 70%. More than 1,000 Khitan soldiers or Khitan military horses were shot, and the Khitan soldiers who rushed to the front row to shoot arrows were suddenly empty. The sight of blood flying was like a massacre.

An elite of the Creek Army, who led the troops to charge into battle, was also shot, and he was hit in the forehead by the bullet, and he died in an instant. Without saying a word, he fell off his horse and fell to the cold ground, lifeless. Seeing the tragic scene of the charging cavalry, the Chinese generals of the Khitan army were speechless one by one.

Xijun Yibai burst into tears, rushed to Xiao Tianyou's horse, grabbed Xiao Tianyou's right leg and said, "General, order the withdrawal of troops, there is no way to fight!" "In his fifties, he has lived in the Xi clan for a long time as a nobleman, and he has a majestic style on weekdays. But at this time, he cried so much that he cried all over his eyes, and shouted hoarsely: "General, all the warriors of my Xi clan are dead!" ”

The other Xi nobles muttered: "It's over, the Xi army is finished, and the Song army is finished!" ”

Xiao Tianyou's face was also snow-white, which made his blood-red eyes even more hideous. He shook off Ibai's hand and shouted, "Let go of me! "Withdraw the troops now, and the warriors in front will die in vain." He shouted loudly at Han Derang: "Han Derang, you take five thousand foot armor to charge head-on!" ”

Han Derang no longer had the calmness he used to have, and asked in a trembling voice: "General, do you really want to bet on five thousand step armor?" Xiao Tianyou yelled: "Push it up, and the front will rush up in one breath!" Rush up and we'll win! ”

Han Derang stood there motionless. Xiao Tianyou roared: "Today I want to get rid of this strong enemy for the Great Liao Kingdom!" Destroy Yang Peng! Rush forward, if you lose this battle, I will be responsible for the Queen Mother alone! Han Derang gritted his teeth, rode his horse and rushed to the infantry camp in front of the formation, leading the army to charge into battle.

The two wings of the Tiger Division, the Khitan cavalry that charged into battle, collapsed. They had already lost more than 2,000 soldiers, and they no longer had the morale to storm Yang Peng's flanks. Where is this weak flank? This is the hard bone that lures the warriors to come up and send them to their deaths. Six thousand Khitan cavalry rushed out, and now there are only more than three thousand left. And the firepower of those Song gunners was endless. Even if you shoot with the archery skills that the Khitans are proud of, you can't shoot these firecrackers. The Khitan cavalry shot and wounded more than 300 Song troops, but more than 1,000 on their own side.

The only hope is to rush up to hand-to-hand combat. There are still fifty paces to go, and if you endure one or two more volleys of the Song army, you will probably be able to rush forward. But everyone cherishes their own lives, and no one wants to use their lives as cannon fodder to fill the forbidden area of death in front of the battle.

What's more, if you are shot by the Song army for one or two rounds, how many cavalry will you have left? Will hand-to-hand combat be able to defeat the Song army at that time? First, a dozen cavalry stopped rushing forward and turned their horses and fled north. The mood of these deserters soon brought the charging ranks to a crush. Then dozens, hundreds, of Khitan cavalry all began to flee. In the end, the more than 3,000 Khitan soldiers who were still alive had no fighting spirit and were crushed for thousands of miles. They turned their horses' heads and fled in a panic to the east and west, hoping to escape from the range of the Tiger Warriors.

After receiving a few rounds of volleys, the 6,000 Khitan cavalry known as the Iron Cavalry turned into more than 3,000 deserters in disarray, rushing across the yellow earth of Tianjing New City. As soon as the Khitan cavalry fled, the more than 2,000 Khitan horse armor soldiers who were still alive were exposed to the fire of the Tiger Division. The vest soldiers were not stupid, knowing that there were 6,000 well-trained musketeers in front, and more than 2,000 people would not be able to rush forward no matter what. What's more, the two rounds of shooting just now have killed more than a thousand vests. The casualty rate of the vest soldiers was as high as 40%, and their morale had collapsed.

A few of the Creek Spirits shouted loudly, hoping to boost their morale. They sounded the horn of the charge again, hoping to muster the last of their strength to rush into the Tiger Warrior array. However, their efforts were to no avail.

Looking at the fleeing Khitan cavalry, the vest soldiers only hesitated for a few seconds, then turned their horses' heads one by one and fled to the east and west. 10,000 Khitan cavalry left 4,000 corpses in front of the battle and fled in disarray. The so-called legend of the invincibility of the Khitan army is just a joke in front of the tiger master. Kill the Khitan dog! ”

The Khitan cavalry was already fleeing, but the broken regiments and trapping regiments on both flanks were still shooting. As long as the enemy does not escape the range of the rifle, he remains within the range of the musketeers.

The Broken Regiments and the Trap Regiment poured two rounds of bullets at the fleeing Khitan cavalry, killing many Khitan cavalry fleeing in panic. On the battlefield on the flank, the Tiger Division won a complete victory at the cost of three hundred casualties, and there was no longer a standing enemy in front of them. And on the frontal battlefield, the Tartar infantry was still charging.

"Kill the Khitan dog!" "Kill the Khitan dog!!"

White smoke from rifles was everywhere, and the pungent smell of saltpeter permeated the battle formations of the Tiger Warriors. Amid the roars of killing slaves one after another, the Xuanfeng Regiment and the Dangkou Regiment in front of them continued to shoot at the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers, like a massacre. Every thirty meters that the Khitan army advanced had to endure a volley of rifle fire, and more and more corpses were piled up in front of the formation.

Seriously injured and screaming were everywhere, and no one cared about them at all. A large amount of blood poured out of the corpse, and there was blood everywhere, spreading on the ground like stagnant water after heavy rain, giving off a disgusting smell of blood. The Khitan soldiers who charged behind had to step over the corpses scattered all over the battlefield and step on their feet full of blood before they could rush to the front.

At the forefront were the infantry of the Creeks. The Creeks brought 10,000 infantry with them this time, but they withstood only one round of artillery shotgun and three rifle salvos before being routed. The Xi tribe left three thousand soldiers in front of the battle, and when they rushed to a hundred and forty meters away from the front of the Tiger Division, their morale collapsed, and they fled to the rear in a panic, fleeing the battlefield.

They were lucky, after they fled, the Tiger Ben Division would aim at the other Khitan troops who were still charging, and would not chase them who fled. They sacrificed only 30 percent of their soldiers and escaped from this massacre-like battlefield. Seeing that the Xi infantry had collapsed, Xiao Tianyou, who was standing in the Chinese army on horseback, snorted coldly.

When Yibai heard Xiao Tianyou's cold snort, there were two tear stains on his face, and his hands were trembling - the casualties of the soldiers were too heavy, and the commander of Yibai's Creek Army, about half of the 1,600 soldiers escaped. Hearing Xiao Tianyou's cold snort, Ibai glared at Xiao Tianyou angrily, furious.

Buyandai knelt on the ground, stunned as he watched the defeated Creek foot soldiers. Buyandai was the tribal leader of the Xi tribe, and about a third of the 1,800 soldiers died on the battlefield. After this battle, what other leader did Buyandai do? He didn't know what to do to go back to the grassland to face his herdsmen.

Because of Xiao Tianyou's obsession, more than 10,000 Xi tribe soldiers have sacrificed more than 6,000 people, which is not a heavy loss, but has been disabled. Hearing Xiao Tianyou's snort, Bu Yandai, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head suddenly and glared at Xiao Tianyou angrily.

The other Xi nobles also suffered heavy losses, and they were also very angry when they heard Xiao Tianyou's snort at this time. The soldiers have worked very hard, and Xiao Tianyou, who uses the Xi people as cannon fodder, is not satisfied. The Xi army and the leader of the Outer Domain Xi Clan looked at each other for a while, and their eyes were full of hatred for Xiao Tianyou.

All the nobles of the Xi clan have made up their minds, and after returning to Youzhou this time, the queen mother must deal with Xiao Tianyou, who is good at light warfare and uses the Xi people as cannon fodder. At this time, the Xi warriors were defeated, and the leaders needed to go out and sort out the team. The nobles of the Xi tribe no longer stayed in the Chinese army, and rode out one by one to collect the rout. Xiao Tianyou saw that the Xi clan army had been defeated, and there was no longer any combat effectiveness, so he did not stop the Xi clan nobles from leaving.

On the battlefield, the Khitan army was still breaking through in the front. Behind the Creek infantry were auxiliaries and followers who were used as cannon fodder. Most of those auxiliaries were Liao people who had not been able to choose infantry armor, and they were only wearing fragile cotton armor. There were also some Han Chinese who carried the flag and rose to the Liao people, who also wore only rudimentary cotton armor. Their combat power is far inferior to that of the bannermen in armor.

And those who follow are even more humble, most of them are Aha of the Xi tribe, Han and Goryeo. They had no armor on them, and their only weapon was a short knife in their hands. The Khitan army was highly disciplined, and these slaves who surrendered to the Khitan were governed by the military discipline of the Khitan army, and they didn't dare to do what he thought. For them, it is their life's ideal to go into battle to kill one or two Song soldiers, and to make war exploits and raise the flag to become the Ahashi of Liao. As long as you carry the flag, you can eat enough and wear warm clothes, and you can change the fate of your life. If you keep being Ahha, one day you will die of illness and freeze to death due to lack of food and clothing.

Because of the desire for military merit, although these auxiliaries and followers are poorly equipped, their fighting spirit is not low. At a distance of one hundred and forty meters, more than 5,000 auxiliaries and followers rushed out from behind the Xi people who fled on both sides, raising their swords and killing the tiger division. These humble soldiers were greeted by one hundred and forty powerful crossbows and cannon fodder.

Aiming at more than 5,000 auxiliaries and followers, the crossbow fired. Only a loud "whoosh" and "whoosh" sound was heard, and one hundred and forty strong crossbows spewed out long arrows towards the auxiliaries and followers. A thousand long arrows were fired at high speed, into the group of auxiliaries and followers who were howling forward, and as soon as they pierced them, they were two holes in the front and back. If the projectile passes through the torso, the various organs are immediately torn apart, turning into a pulp of flesh, which bursts out of the bloody wound along with the blood water. If the projectile hits the hands and legs, it can immediately break the bones, or even directly break the entire hands and feet.

More than 1,000 poorly equipped auxiliaries and followers were hit by the shotguns and fell to the ground screaming. Some of the seriously injured and dead Tartars twitched and struggled on the ground, shouting for help, but no one paid attention to them. On the battlefield, the least valuable thing is life.

The more than 4,000 auxiliary soldiers who were still alive seemed to have known that there was a quagmire and hell ahead, but they were not immediately defeated after being slammed. With greed for their exploits, they gritted their teeth and continued to rush towards the front of the Xuanfeng Regiment and the Swinging Bandit Regiment. They advanced the battle line about thirty meters forward, and came under fire from rifles about one hundred and ten meters in front of the Tiger Division.

A thousand soldiers, loaded with gunpowder and bullets, stood in the front row and again fired at the Tartars in front. The soldiers coldly aimed at the rushing auxiliaries and followers and pressed the trigger. Almost every Tiger Division soldier pressed the trigger, and blood splattered from the body of one of the auxiliaries. The auxiliaries and followers in the front row fell on the battlefield one by one, as if they had been named. Those dead Khitan soldiers and two Khitan soldiers expanded the scale of the corpses on the battlefield a little.

After all, what happened next, and listen to the next breakdown.