Back to the Song Dynasty as a tyrant

In fact, what made these commanders angry was not that the Song Army killed their soldiers, but that the Song Army bombarded their soldiers to death, but they couldn't bombard the Song Army soldiers to death.

Obviously they all have artillery, but their own artillery is not as good as others.

This is very hopeless.

"The artillery range of the Song people is farther than ours, but it is not enough to kill a large area with one cannon. Are you exaggerating when you say so?"

It was Wanyan Shoudao who spoke, and he looked at these people with a sneer.

"Haven't you seen the power of Song people's artillery today?"

"How many cannons did the Song people fire, and how many people were killed?" Wanyan Shoudao asked again.

"This..." Yi Sai was stunned for a moment.

Wanyan Shoudao continued: "Let me tell you that the Song people fired nearly [-] cannons, but killed less than [-] people."

As soon as he said this, the scene immediately fell into silence.

"This is the artillery you fear like a tiger. Do you really think it is invincible?"

Yi Saibu said: "I never thought it was invincible!"

"That's good. Tomorrow your troops will play forward!"

"But its impact on the morale of the army is something we cannot ignore!"

"At this critical moment, don't talk about it." Wanyan Shoudao said coldly.

"Don't talk about morale, what are you talking about!" Shi Lu also said angrily.

"Talk about charging, remember, whoever dares to retreat will be killed without mercy." Wanyan Xiyin spoke, his eyes were calm, and even his tone was calm, "Anyone who dares to hesitate, make a decision, and do it immediately! "

"Mr. Xi Yin, this..."

"The artillery can't reach the point of dominating the battlefield, so you don't need to say any more, go back and reward the sergeants well, and fight again tomorrow!"

Everyone didn't dare to say any more, they stood up and said, "Yes!"

On the second day, the Jin army came out again.

Early in the morning, the scouts of the Song Army went into action.

Numerous pieces of information were placed on Zhang Xian's desk, and only one thing was told: Today's Jin army is more powerful than yesterday's.

This is indeed the case. In the morning, the camp of the Song Army was surrounded by the Jin Army, layer by layer, all covered in iron armor, like a copper wall and an iron wall.

Today's attack was even worse than yesterday's, and rows of golden troops rushed towards them like waves.

The artillery smashed into the crowd of the Jin army, unable to stop the charge of the large team.

After the vanguard flattened the last mounds and trenches, under the repeated bombardment of the Song army's artillery, the formation of the Jin people fell into chaos again.

Under the continuous bombardment of the Jin people, the fence of Songying had many gaps.

Even though the morale of the Jin army in the charge was greatly hit, the Jin people still did not give up. They immediately transferred new troops from behind, replaced all the previous ones, and launched an attack on the Song camp again.

So and so back and forth, in a steady stream, as if it will never dry up.

Until the Jin army rushed into the fence and began to meet some of the Song army head-to-head.

Song Jun immediately replaced the solid bullets of the artillery with iron balls. As soon as the cannon was fired, several Jin soldiers were shocked and rolled in the air.

There was a new change in the situation immediately, those golden troops who charged towards the gap in the fence were bombarded more or less.

The Jinjun who was hit was like a huge hammer sweeping through the soft soil and splashing pieces of sand.

"Report! Mr. Xi Yin, the Song Army... the Song Army's artillery has changed...the lethality has become greater!"

"Continue to attack, don't retreat!" Wanyan Xiyin ordered concisely.

"Zhang Dutong, the Jin people show no signs of retreating!"

Zhang Xian's face was also very dignified, and the momentum put on by the golden man was clearly that he wanted to fight to the end!

Just two days ago, Zhang Xian actually planned to take the initiative to attack and fight the Jinren to the end, but since he received Yue Fei's letter, he was forced to change his mind.

For Zhang Xian, who has no reinforcements now, his first task is to hold back Wanyan Xiyin, that is, to prolong the Zhuozhou battlefield, so as to wait for the results of Yue Fei's main battlefield, so as to change the trend of the entire battle.

He must hold on!

Song Jun's artillery roared one after another, and ten artillery pieces had exploded.

But Song Jun dared not stop.

Not only cannons, thunderbolts, and crossbows, but everything that can be fired, the intensive impact blocked the torrent of golden troops in front.

It wasn't until the rotten corpses of the soldiers of the Golden Army piled up in front that the Golden Talent temporarily stopped attacking.

But this stop is only a pause.

Wanyan Xiyin began to personally select the elite from the main force.

After about a stick of incense, the golden man's attack came again row after row.

Behind the artillery of the Song army were infantry armors that had been in formation for a long time. They were waiting in formation, staring indifferently at the piles of rotten meat in front of them.

This time, the Jin army finally broke through the bombardment of the Song army's artillery, and fought in front of the artillery.

The heavy infantry from both sides fought head-on, and the ax smashed hard on the helmet, denting the skull inside.

Immediately, all the steppers rushed forward with a clatter, fighting together.

The Song army in other places stood behind the fence, waiting in full force.

In the evening, after the Jin army that rushed in fell into a fierce battle, they were forced to withdraw their troops.

At this time, the Song army killed some people in the battle, but the Jin army had already killed and injured more than 3000 people.

If it is a large-scale battle between the two sides, it is very common for thousands of people to die a day, or even tens of thousands of people a day.

Because in a large-scale battle, the frontal contact area of ​​the two sides is very large, and they can quickly fight together in a large area, and once there is a rout, it will be a rout, and countless people will be killed or trampled to death.

But this kind of siege battle is different, just like a siege battle, if you work hard all morning, you may die a thousand people.

The Jin army encountered tenacious resistance from the Song army.

Wanyan Xiyin felt that he had kicked a piece of iron, but he did not waver in his firm will. He said to the generals: "Even if there is a big mountain ahead, it must be leveled!"

Chapter 1429 A Strong Army Like Iron (Second Change)

It was still dark on the second day, and the chill of the twelfth lunar month was thick.

Song Jun, who was still eating breakfast in the camp, had already heard countless footsteps and the sound of iron armor scraping against each other.

They came with the wind, mixed with the smell of iron and blood.

Zhang Xian raised his head and looked forward, the sky was overcast, and the gray spread out into the distance, endless.

"Dutong, the Jin army is here."

Joining the army, Li He whispered a reminder in Zhang Xian's ear.

Only then did Zhang Xian look away, turned around and walked towards the main general's platform in front.

A master named Wang Song trotted over in a hurry, still holding something in his hand, he said eagerly: "Dutong, your face is frozen, I will apply some medicine to you..."

He wanted to get closer, but was pushed away by Li He.

"Li Canjun, I'm here to deliver medicine."

"The war has begun!" Li He said coldly, and followed Zhang Xian to the commander's platform.

The soldiers breathed out white steam, held weapons as cold as ice, put on iron armor, and lined up silently.

The tide-like voice in my ear was getting closer and clearer.

Zhang Xian walked up to the general's platform, he looked around, and saw that there was already a large black area directly in front of him, with a huge crowd of people, and there was almost no end in sight.

He turned around and looked at the back. Because it was too far away, he couldn't see clearly, but there was a large blurred outline.

The various gaps in the Song Army barracks have long been heavily guarded.

The soldiers aimed their artillery muzzles ahead.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps slowly subsided, and the world seemed to have fallen into a strange dead silence.

I don't know how long it took, the first artillery sound sounded, and the Jin army's attack began.

Perhaps the Jinren already knew that their artillery was not dominant, and after firing more than a dozen more artillery pieces, they stopped, which was counted as a boost to morale.

Then the phalanxes, like condensed iron blocks, pushed forward in the snow, shaking the ground with thumping sounds.

That momentum seemed to overthrow the entire Song camp.

Soon, the forward Jin army rushed towards the gap in the fence like a torrent. They climbed up along the corpses and broken meat piled up yesterday, roaring and rushing towards this side frantically.

The Song army once again activated the artillery mainly made of iron beads, and the dense iron beads rushed away like a torrential rain, overturning batch after batch of Jin troops.

But the golden man's war drum was getting louder and louder, as if it was about to collapse the earthquake and split it apart!

In the terrifying crowd of Jin soldiers, the battle line quickly pushed past the position of the Song army's artillery. Just like yesterday, after the heavy infantry of both sides charged together, all kinds of blunt weapons took turns to go into battle.

After a while, the front line of the artillery could no longer occupy people, because the corpses piled up there, and the artillery would be submerged in the sea of ​​people.

About half an hour later, the Jin army advanced the front line by 20 meters, and 20 meters away, there were piles of horizontal mounds.

Behind the mound are iron guns and the bravest fighters of the Shenwu Army.

Roaring, shouting, desperate cries, broken cries, and yelling, intertwined with the sound of iron objects colliding with each other, rolling with the cold wind.

When the soldiers behind the mound stood up, the first thing that came to them was not the enemy, but the blood droplets that quickly froze in the cold wind. They hit the face, there was slight pain, and it seemed that they could still feel Desperation and fear.

Then the enemy rolled in, and before he had time to think about it, the iron gun in his hand exerted force for a moment, but his throat began to grow sweet.

A Jin Jun's ax slammed down on the Song Jun's shoulder.

He originally wanted to hit him a second time, but he was too crowded by the people around him, so the Song Jun rushed up, hugged him, went down, and bit the opponent's nose directly.

The two rolled up in the pile of dead people, and the soldiers of the Golden Army were bitten madly, like a dying beast.

And that soldier of the Song Army was even more beast than beast, he smashed the opponent's head madly with his head.

He didn't know how many times he was hit in a short period of time, and he didn't know whether he hit the opponent's face or the helmet. He couldn't think about it until he lost consciousness. Like countless other people lying on the snow, he lay on the ground. There.

Like grass, like stone, like falling snowflakes, without consciousness.

At this distance, the two sides killed for an hour, until the corpses piled up layer after layer, and the officers of both sides were red-eyed.

The handle of Tie Guduo who killed both sides was broken, the mace was bent, and the knives of the supervising team who killed both sides were cut with gaps.

By the afternoon of the fight, the Jin army had changed batch after batch, charging in turn.

At this time, Jin Jun must step forward on the corpse.

But they have long been on their way, still brandishing their weapons.

Finally, at four o'clock in the morning of Shen time (four o'clock in the afternoon), the Jin army in the south broke through the three lines of defense of the Song army and entered the core area.

When the news reached Wanyan Xiyin's ears, his first reaction was to immediately send elites to the south.

But when the Jin army's reinforcements rushed to the south, the Song army had smashed all the Jin troops who had entered the core area to death, and used a storm-like crossbow to attack the Jin army in the south, turning it into a hell on earth. .

The sky gradually darkened. In the fortified battle on December 26, the Jin army once again encountered huge resistance and had to retreat before dark.

That night, neither Song nor Jin slept.

Because they couldn't sleep at all, there were countless people wailing in despair in the pile of dead people on the undulating "small hill".

Some of them were only injured, and some were on the verge of death.

The instinctive desire to survive of life uttered a stern call at night.

Although the search and rescue team is rescuing the wounded in batches.

But when the comrades heard those voices, their grief was overwhelmed in their hearts.

This is true for the soldiers of the Song Army, as well as for the soldiers of the Jin Army.

Wang Song vomited on the side, all the food in his stomach today was vomited out, his complexion was as pale as paper.

No one paid attention to him, even though he was Zhang Xian's chief recorder, and although the chief recorder's official position was very low, he was someone close to Zhang Xian after all, and usually had a low position and weight.

People who usually photographed his horses had to draw lots in line.

But now, no one pays attention to him.

After vomiting, he walked to Zhang Xian's vicinity with difficulty.