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Volume 4 Middle Chapter 155 The Huns Laugh for a Thousand Years-10

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    Tens of thousands of cannon battalions were deployed around the central fort for protection. The defense line was supposed to be impregnable, but unexpectedly it collapsed in an instant.  The Milbo cavalry of the brigade rushed into the Song army's formation, and the panicked gunmen fled one after another, like a tiger driving a sheep.  The arrows flew across the sky and landed more and more densely on the heads of the Song army who were still resisting.  Most of the Song Army's gunners were unable to fight back. As more and more cavalry rushed into the Song Army's formation, the gunners scattered in all directions.  However, despite the overwhelming defeat, many people were still fighting desperately.  On the chaotic battlefield, someone was shouting: "Thunder Thrower! Thunder Thrower!" "No retreat! Everyone in formation! Formation!" The young officer pulled out his sword. Some people angrily scolded those who were running away, and some were hurt.  The soldiers prevented the army from retreating.  Raozhou Camp is an old camp that participated in the Northern Expedition, so there was no accident in which the gunfire exploded.  Although the front line was lost, under the leadership of the battalion commander Zhang Jiurong, the firecrackers formed a square formation. The firecrackers outside stabbed their hands with guns, and the ones inside kept firing their cannons. Although they were surrounded by barbarian cavalry, they remained undisturbed.  The officers were shouting orders, and the soldiers were talking loudly while fighting.  "Fuck, fight them!" "Oh my god!" A gunman covered his thigh with his hand and screamed, but it caused the people next to him to burst into laughter: "It's so red!" "Ouch, I almost hit the master's neck.  ." A red-faced captain shouted, grinning with his teeth bared.  The arrow just now almost killed him, but he didn't care. He spat at a pale-faced recruit next to him: "Bah, coward! The ball is dead anyway, so you have to act like a man!" He pointed outside the square formation.  The defeated soldiers who were being chased by the cavalry said: "These cowards are as timid as crows and can run as fast as rabbits. Can they be faster than horses?" His words caused even greater laughter among the gunmen:  "Ouch!" "Death early, reincarnation early!" "The faster you escape, the sooner you die!" After the Northern Expedition, the Raozhou camp eliminated the weak and retained the strong. If they wanted to go home and live a better life, they paid for their travel expenses. The veterans who stayed were all  People who tie their heads to their belts.  Now that they are in a desperate situation, the greater the casualties, the less formal these soldiers are, and they don't even care about the official authority that they usually fear.  "No noise!" Zhang Jiurong waved his sword and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and stab!" "Yes, Mr. Zhang!" The veterans laughed and replied loudly, showing no respect.  Zhang Jiurong frowned, but refrained from scolding them.  He understood that these people were not so stupid that they were unaware of the dangerous battle situation, but they were just doing this to drive away the fear in their hearts.  The human heart is made of flesh. Although Zhang Jiurong was born in a state school, on this battlefield that devours human lives, every life is the same.  The fire gunners were fighting in a desperate situation, with more and more cavalry on the periphery. Fighting was a matter of death, and fleeing was also a matter of death. This also aroused the bloody spirit. The more arrows fell on their heads, the more excited they became.  The gun's muzzle spurted out streaks of fire, and everyone's eyes seemed to be on fire, like lightning flashing constantly in the dark clouds.  Zhang Jiurong felt as if his studies were on fire. Although he usually tried his best to look kind, he still looked down on these rough people in his heart.  At this time, he could not help but admire the ordinaryness displayed by the veterans at a critical moment of life and death.  The soldiers of Raozhou camp continued to fall. The more they fought, the fewer the soldiers. There were more and more Milbo cavalry around them.  There were barbarian whistles and the sound of horse hooves in all directions.  One arrow, two arrows, three arrows barely missed Zhang Jiurong's head. Beside him, the red-faced captain who was joking loudly just now had died in the battle. He was lying on the ground with his back to Zhang Jiurong. At the last moment, this man  He shouted "Brothers!" and thrust his musket into the thigh of a Milber cavalryman. Then, he was stabbed in the back by another cavalry spear.  The Meerbo people also wanted to chop off his head, but several yellow and thin gunmen with blood on their faces tried their best to block it and saved the captain's head. Later, those soldiers also died in the battle.  There are fewer and fewer living gunmen, and the loophole-ridden Raozhouying phalanx is also in danger.  A Milber cavalryman brandished a scimitar and shouted as he rushed towards him.  Zhang Jiurong was no longer the frail scholar who had just joined the army. He gave way half a step, letting go of the enemy's scimitar, but not the violent war horse.  The horses passed by, and the war horse used its huge inertia to knock Zhang Jiurong's sword to the ground. He was almost knocked unconscious, his vision went dark, and his blood surged.  At the critical moment, Zhang Jiurong did not fall. Instead, he instinctively jumped up and dragged the passing Merbo cavalry off his horse. The two fell heavily to the ground. The Merbo man looked panicked and struggled.  He strangled his throat with one hand and grabbed his neck with the other. Zhang Jiurong bumped his head over before the other person could exert any force, raised the man's chin high, and bit down on the lower part of Bo's neck without hesitation.  , a stream of smelly blood spurted out.  It wasn't until the Merbo man stopped struggling that Zhang Jiurong let go of his mouth. Before he could stand up, another large group of Khitan cavalry rushed towards him.? The remaining dozen or so gunners in the Raozhou camp all stood like rocks. They all mounted their spears and stood close together Behind the artillery base in the center of the Song Army, the commander-in-chief Wang Gui's tent was located.  , the soldiers retreated from the artillery base like herding sheep, the original intact battalions were scattered, the soldiers did not know the generals, the generals did not know the soldiers, and many people lost their weapons.  There were originally many wounded soldiers sheltered around the commander's tent. They were walking, crawling, and being supported by others. In the severe cold weather, if the injuries were even slightly serious, they would definitely die. The army was defeated like a mountain and there was no one to care about them.  Life or death.  Some wounded soldiers were lying on the snow, and the blood from their wounds had turned into ice.  The doctor was dripping with sweat as he treated the injured officer who had just been sent over. At this time, there was no anesthesia and the injured could only twitch and scream in low voices. Many people died of pain before the operation was completed.  Their bodies were left where they were and no one took them away.  Wang Gui was bent over and sitting behind half of the earth wall. His face was yellow and he was not as calm as he was at the beginning of the battle.  The thick smoke on the battlefield still obscured the sun, but the sound of cannons and muskets was much weaker.  Especially in the center of the Song Army's defense line, when the large group of Jurchen soldiers and Khitan cavalry rushed in, the entire central artillery fort was lost.  Thick smoke obscured the entire fort, and there were black shadows swaying in the smoke. There were bends and the flash of spear points, the thunderous sound of horse hooves, the arrogant shouts of the Tartars, and the Song soldiers' all-out efforts during the final resistance.  Shouting "The Great Song Dynasty will win!", they fought until the last moment for the Great Song Dynasty.  As a battle-hardened general, Wang Gui made many preparations before the battle began. However, he never expected this result.  The sun hung high in the sky, like the damn sun flag of the Khitan people. The slanting sunlight shone on Wang Gui's face, stinging him.  The battle started smoothly, with the left and right wings easily repelling the Liao army's attack. However, just when he thought the victory was certain and the Liao army made a desperate attack, the defense line of tens of thousands of gunfire battalions in front of the central artillery fort actually changed in an instant.  collapsed in between.  The two armies only fought on the front line, and the real defeat was like a mountain.  After a large-scale explosion occurred in the front fire cannon battalion, the same situation occurred in the rear fire cannon battalion. Although the Chinese army was strong in strength, most of the fire cannon battalions were new battalions transferred from the south.  No one could understand why the guns, which were still good during live-fire training in the south, suddenly exploded at the moment of life-threatening decisive battles.  The Liao army had not yet rushed forward. Some of the soldiers were dead or wounded, some were frightened, and some were mad. The officers of the new battalion were inexperienced and did not control the situation decisively. There was even a battalion roar, and the soldiers shouted in panic and left.  The gun that could explode at any time turned around and ran away.  The pale-faced army guards and officers kept retreating from the fort and reported to Wang Gui how the army's front line collapsed.  Some of these reports are true and some are false.  In the section of the line of defense where the Song army suffered the heaviest casualties when the Milbo cavalry first broke through, most of the leading officers and escorts of the Fire Gun Battalion were killed. The officers who escaped only relayed the news they heard from others.  Even if it is true news, from the front to the commander's tent, the military situation has changed rapidly.  Wang Gui had to rely on this information to dispatch the only reserve team he had in an attempt to recapture the artillery fort.  Because the Liao army's cavalry broke through too quickly, it cut off the connection between the central camp and the old camps on the left and right wings before the Song army could react. Wang Gui's elite battalion heads that could be used to counterattack the Liao army were extremely limited. Zhang Xian's cavalry rushed forward.  However, they soon got into a battle with the Khitan cavalry. The cavalry from both sides fought for more than an hour. Zhang Xian's troops suffered heavy losses and had to withdraw from the battlefield before being surrounded by the Liao army.  Because the Liao army's cavalry had cut off the connection between the various departments of the Song army, Wang Gui got the news at this time that Zhang Xian had died in the battle, and the chance of the Song army turning defeat into victory had become extremely slim.  Some of the staff officers on the left and right looked panicked, some turned pale, and they didn't know how to respond.  "This place is dangerous, shall we escort the commander to retreat?" Tooth General Hu Qing whispered.  He waved his hand, and several large and round tooth soldiers gathered around him. As long as Wang Gui nodded, they surrounded him and left the dangerous spot.  "Presumptuous!" Wang Gui not only did not accept it, but scolded him, "We have received great favor from the imperial court, how can we be afraid of death? Hold back and live?" He pressed the sword in his hand and looked coldly at the generals around him. Some of them were eager to try and wanted to follow.  The commander retreated, and everyone could not help but avoid his gaze.  "Commander, Hu is not afraid of death!" Hu Qing, the tooth general, was extremely angry. He pulled out his saber, knelt on one knee, and said with great grief and anger, "Victory and defeat are common matters for military officers. Now that the matter has come to an end, the commander should take care of himself first and gather his subordinates.  In the future, please ask General Yun Mo to lead his men out to fight for a while to cut off the commander's rear!" Several other Ya generals also knelt on one knee or raised their swords to ask for a fight.  These are all generals who have been through life and death for many years. At this point, they don't care about life and death, and they will risk their lives to save Wang Gui's life.  However, Wang Gui did not appreciate it. He looked around the generals with stern eyes, pressed his sword and said slowly: "Xianggong Yue often said that civil servants do not love money, and military generals are not willing to die, so the Great Song DynastyPeace is here.  In today's battle, the nobles are immoral and incompetent, and the three armies are implicated. How can we continue to be greedy for life and suffer humiliation?  " "Today I can let the Liao thieves know about it!  Wang Gui's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "There were generals in the Song Dynasty who had their heads cut off and people who did not care to die."  "
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