The soldiers of the Wuxi Suiliang Army who tortured Changzu and ran back with a knife said sternly: "Only advance, not retreat, the reviewer will be killed!"

After saying that, he led the headquarters brigade to drive away the remaining troops of Wuxi Suiliang's troops and rushed forward with all their might.

Wuxi Suiliang was finally hit by the Song army's mortar, and lost his life and torture Changzu. But he had no choice but to continue moving forward. What Ela Baozhong said was not empty words, and he would be beheaded by Ela Baozhong if he dared to retreat. He had already arrived here and there was no way out.

After two rounds of mortars of the Song army, Wuxi Suiliang was killed in battle. The remaining soldiers were scared and turned around to escape. They were tortured by Changzu and rushed back.

When they reached two or three hundred steps in front of the Song army, there were more than 1,000 people left in Changzu's troops. If there was any example, Changzu did not dare to stop and drew his sword to command the entire army to rush towards the Song army. He did not dare to hide in the army at the forefront and afterwards.

With the Song army's mortar cannon, the Dangxiang army rushed to the front of the Song army. A few dozen steps away, the front row of the Song army fired together, and the Dangxiang soldiers who rushed to the front of the smoke fell to the ground. Torturing Changzu, he kept urging his troops to step forward, but he felt a sense of despair in his heart. The density of muskets was much larger than that of cannons, and the fried beans kept ringing, and the Dangxiang soldiers fell in front of the formation one by one. Occasionally, those who rushed to the Song army's formation, before they could swing their swords, the Song army's bayonet stabbed first.

When Ela Baozhong saw that Changzu's troops torture the battle with the Song army, he was overjoyed and called the wharf to come to Mawei, and even the slaves went to fight.

The lord came to Mawei and said, "Taiwei, our army will be released again, and there are only two or three thousand Taiwei's personal soldiers left in the central army. It may be unfavorable-"

Ela Baozhong said decisively: "Today, fight with Song Jue to the death! If you fight with the Song army, I will bring my personal soldiers to support you!"

The ponytail sighed inwardly, and he couldn't say anything, so he had to promise and gather his own troops.

Dangxiang Zheng's army had more than 20,000 cavalry on both wings, and more than 10,000 central troops. After Mawei led his troops to attack, the central troops were only left with nearly 3,000 Elabaozhong's personal soldiers. At that time, only Elabaozhong's personal soldiers could go into battle and fill in himself.

At this time, the Dangxiang Bing finally rushed to the front of the formation and met with the Song army. He stopped when he heard the gunshots, tortured Changzu and let out a sigh, raised the steel knife in his hand, and shouted with the few remaining soldiers, and rushed forward.

At this moment, I saw three rows of Song army coming up neatly, holding muskets and shaking bayonets in front, which were extremely oppressive.

As the back row came up, Dangxiang soldiers could hear the Song army's front-line officers issued an order: "Battles charge in front of the front!"

The Song soldiers in the front row, who were close to Dangxiang's soldiers, took up bayonets and rushed towards Dangxiang's army with the military order. Dangxiang's soldiers could not react in time, and the front one was stabbed to the ground.

Torture Changzu looked behind him, even the slaves were not far away. He gritted his teeth and was about to organize a counterattack when he heard neat and heavy footsteps from the Song army formation. Looking up, he saw hundreds of iron armor emerge from the gaps between the various army formations.

Jing Dutou held up a sabre and shouted loudly: "Kill!" He walked past the Song army's musketeers and entered the Dangxiang army's formation with three hundred iron armor.

There were not many troops left to torture Changzu, and the weapons in the knife could not break the armor, so they were unable to wield swords and guns. Jingdu slashed his head and chopped the Dangxiang soldiers in front of him to the ground, almost slashing them in half. When he turned his head, he saw the torture Changzu in the crowd, which was different from others. With a wave of the big knife in his hand, all the Dangxiang soldiers blocking him fell to the ground and walked towards the torture Changzu.

The torture of Changzu's veins burst out, as if he had forgotten his fear. He held the knife in both hands and stabbed his head towards Jing.

Jing Dutou blocked the horse in his hand, and with a backhand, chopped the tortured Changzu to the ground, and stepped forward and quickly owed his head. He raised his head and suddenly remembered that the army did not calculate military merits based on the head. He scolded him for being unlucky and threw it aside.

In a blink of an eye, the torture Changzu's troops, who had attacked the formation, were wiped out. Jing Dutou was leaning on the sabre and looked at the nearby troops of Nun Du, who was already close to him, sneered, and directed the iron armor of the headquarters to return to the formation.

The Song army who came up took over the original position of the front row of Song troops who rushed out, took the gun forward and wiped out the Dangxiang soldiers who rushed to the front row. The original Song army and the iron armor of Jingdutou returned to the army from the gap in the army and turned into the second army formation.

Even the slave looked at the Song army retreating not far away, drew his sword and shouted, and rushed up with his headquarters. The soldiers in the front row had already rushed to the front of the Song army formation less than ten steps. However, when a gunshot sounded, many people fell down.

The first row of guns ended, retreated to the third row to load the bullets, and the second row came up, and another round of guns. After that, the gunshots continued, and the third row of Song troops changed positions, and the bullet rain did not stop.

Looking at the soldiers who kept falling in front of the formation, even the slave's eyes were red. He wanted to lead his troops into the Song army formation, but he could not break through the bullet rain.

After more than a dozen rounds of guns, the Song army in the front row slowly retreated. While retreating, they changed the formation, and there were still three rows of shooting in rotation without leaving any gaps.

Seeing that he had repelled the Song army, even the slaves did not dare to neglect them and rushed towards the Song army with the remaining soldiers.

The Mawei, who was following behind, was suffering from the artillery fire of the Song army. Seeing that even the slaves in front of him forced him to retreat, he was overjoyed and the commanding troops accelerated and rushed forward. After paying the price of thousands of people, the Dangxiang people finally realized that fighting the army in front was useless, and running faster was the most important thing. The formation behind him was the more scattered, the faster the speed, and the loss was much lower.

The Song army, who was in the front, retreated to the original front row where he had just exchanged positions with him, continued to retreat from the gap in the formation, and replaced them with the guns. The Song army, who continued to fire the guns, retreated. After they arrived at the position, they retreated as they were. When they retreated to the back, the original third row of Song army in the third row of the third row of Song troops became the front row, the front line retreated fifty or sixty steps. Even the soldiers of the Dangxiang of the Nu, the subordinates, were all dead at this distance of fifty or sixty steps.

The ponytail looked at the last hundreds of people in front of him, and fell under the spear of the Song army. He felt confused and didn't know what to do. The price of thousands of people was to fight against the Song army, but he couldn't get the backlash from the Song army. Then he took the initiative to retreat, and couldn't keep it together. Before he could figure out what the situation was, he had become a part of the Song army.

At this time, the sun was rising and the warm sunshine shone on her body, and she felt a strange feeling. Winter had left and spring was late. Many of the Dangxiang soldiers of the White Horse Military Supervisor could not see the appearance of the new grass growing.

The Song army had three rows of military formations, and the front three were three, which had changed positions at this time. The two fronts retreated and used the additional fifty or sixty steps to eliminate all the attacked soldiers of the Dangxiang. The last military formation was pushed to the front.

With a whistle, Nailai Mawei saw the Song army slowly pushing up. Before he could react, he heard a gunshot. The Dangxiang soldiers in the front fell to the ground. The first row fired the gun, then stopped loading the medicine, the second row moved to the first row, and continued to release the gun, then stopped loading the medicine, and the third row came up to release the gun, and after stopping, the first row came to the front again. After a few rounds of gunfire, a large area of ​​his subordinates fell in front of Nailai Mawei.

Nailai Mawei looked behind him. Ela Baozhong did not follow him with his personal soldiers. The Song army's formation was not in chaos, so what did he follow him? He was seeking death, and he ignored the remaining tens of thousands of troops. At this time, Nailai Mawei realized that Ela Baozhong was willing to fight the Song army at any cost, and he had no chance at all. The real close contact was just like what he was like. The Song army retreated and then used the distance to move forward actively, and maintained the most favorable shooting distance for muskets. The cavalry could not rush to the artillery blockade line, and the infantry faced the musket soldiers who did not contact, and were the targets of being beaten.

The Song army had three rows of troops, with the front and back formations twenty or thirty steps apart. The distance between them was the best range of muskets. There were only three military formations, and there were many soldiers rushing up from Dangxiang, and there were still several behind them. Behind the battlefield of these 200 steps, there were the positions of artillery that could not retreat.

Jing Dutou leaned on the sabre and saw the musket soldiers around him step forward neatly and restored the initial formation. He looked up at the sun in the sky and shook his head: "Zhi Niang, I am wearing dozens of kilograms, so tired that I am as tired as a cow, but I can't break the armor. These muskets can make the enemy soldiers unable to get close to them. How can I fight with them? In the future, this iron armored sword will be useless!"

Nailai's ponytail fell down, and the Dangxiang soldiers who rushed up fell one by one in the counterattack of the Song army. Some Dangxiang soldiers ran back and entered the cover of artillery again, and people kept falling to the ground.

It didn't take long for Dangxiang to attack again, and the Song army's artillery stopped. The battlefield fell into silence.

Ela Baozhong rode on the horse and looked ahead, and suddenly became more vicissitudes. In his eyes, he did not rush up with the last personal soldiers, and there was no use to rush up. He used eight thousand elite soldiers without impulse to the opponent's military formation. The Song army formation was still as solid as a rock. What's the use of these thousands of soldiers going up? After paying a huge price, he returned to the beginning of the two armies.

Eight thousand elite soldiers were almost wiped out. How much did the Song army pay? There were no more than 100 people killed or injured? Ela Baozhong felt that his heart was cut off and he didn't know what to do for a moment. This battle was at least a lesson, so that the Song army would attack him more than take the initiative to attack them.

The sun rose to the middle of the sky, and the sun was warm. Today was a good weather. There were hawks flying above my head, and deer stumbled in the distance. There was no sound in front of the formation. There were only thousands of corpses before the two armies, which were in a mess.

Yang Wenguang stood on the tower, looking at the battlefield through the telescope, feeling a lot of emotion. After practicing for a few years, today is the first time, and he fought like a textbook. In just one or two hours, the eight thousand elite soldiers of the Party Xiang fell in front of the formation, and the Song army suffered minimal losses. If it weren't for the corpses there, it would almost make people feel that nothing had happened just now.

The training of Yingtianxiangjun is simple and boring. He advances, retreats, loads medicine, loads bullets, and fires guns neatly. The most important thing is to be calm. The body around him is bloody, and he can accurately repeat these simple actions. However, it is simple and has a kind of coldness.

It is better to use firearms or to use artillery and cold weapons. The Song army has been arguing for several years. Even when we arrived in Hequ, we won consecutive battles and won consecutive victories, and the court insisted that it was the artillery’s contribution, but there were still many people. Only in this battle today gave the answer, cold weapons would be eliminated by muskets.

At this moment, the personal soldiers hurriedly climbed up to the watchtower and handed a document to Yang Wenguang, saying, "General, Zhao Zi's troops have arrived nearby!"
Chapter completed!