In mid-June of Huangyou, the final deployment before the attack of the Song army was completed. More than 300,000 Liao troops were compressed into a narrow area around Xincheng and could not move. The surrounded Liao people lacked food and morale, and even the water source was cut off by the Song army. Under such circumstances, Liao soldiers fled to the Song army's camp every day. Even though Yelu Hongji prepared a law enforcement team and patrolled every night, he still could not stop the soldiers from escaping to places that seemed to bring them a way out.

Unless there is a strong foreign aid, Yelu Hongji will never be able to escape this time.

When all the conditions for launching the final attack were ripe, Renzong brought the 50,000 imperial guards from Bianjing to the battlefield.

The Song army was majestic for a momentum. Every future, every unit was holding a sway, waiting to show its might in front of the emperor.

More than 100,000 troops were wearing neat armor, holding bright weapons in their hands, arranged in battle formations, and knelt down the foot of Renzong to the mountain and shouting long live. The majestic momentum made Renzong feel excited. This was the battlefield. As long as he gave his order, he would go through fire and water for the country and the country of the Song Dynasty.

As long as he gave his order, these strong soldiers would rush to the Liao army camp opposite and kill the Liao people who had been using force to intimidate themselves. It was not until this moment that Renzong realized his feeling that he could dominate the fate of many people, the Holy Spirit, heaviness, but it was longing for people.

After the Song army's worship ceremony was completed, the generals from foreign countries came forward one by one.

"Let the Uighurs lower their heads at the end, long live the heavenly dynasty"

"Tubo Jiaosiluo, I will be the command of the Tubo king to help the war for the Celestial Army. As long as I give my order, my Tubo soldiers will be the pioneers."

Dali, Chameng, and other vassal generals of the Song Dynasty came today, and explained their heartfeltness to Renzong in the language they could think of the most heartfeltness.

Renzong smiled slightly on his face. In fact, he really wanted to laugh loudly. A few years ago, those people from foreign countries committed a case in the Song Dynasty. There were always envoys talking to him in those seemingly negotiated but actually slightly threatening tone.

At that time, Renzong thought they did not understand etiquette. Now Renzong knows that they do not understand etiquette because they did not see Song Jun's fist.

"Sir, please get up"

"Long live thanks"

The Liao people's military camp was not far ahead, and the tsunami-like momentum could not be hidden from the eyes of the Liao people. Renzong had already seen that the flags swayed in the Liao people's camp, and it was obvious that the soldiers were being mobilized.

The battle was about to be initiated by himself. Before the battle, Renzong had to do one thing, which was to give an ultimatum to the people of Liao.

In fact, there is nothing to say. Yelu Hongji cannot surrender, but this face-to-face procedure must be fulfilled, in order to show that Renzong gave his opponent a last chance and was a kind emperor.

After saying some words that were prepared in advance to boost morale, more than 100,000 troops set up their formation to prepare for attack. At the same time, the Song army on other sides were also prepared to charge.

One advantage of Renzong is that he is very modest. Although he was the emperor in person, Renzong just planned to witness this battle with his own eyes and never thought that he would personally command the soldiers to attack.

More than 100,000 troops advanced more than 300 meters and stopped. Then they rode fast horses to the Liao people's camp for the final persuasion.

Of course, the result was a failure. When the messenger returned to Renzong with the feather arrows on his shoulder to apologize, Renzong finally issued an order: "Since the enemy is stubborn, Mu Guiying."

Mu Guiying stood out: "The last one is here"

"beat."

It was very simple, just one word. As the ending of this word just landed, Mu Guiying raised a spear in his hand and the Song army's war drums rumbled.

At this time, there was no strategy. The Song army's artillery fire desperately tilted into the Liao people's camp. Explosions shook the world. Even Renzong, who was still a distance from the battlefield, felt the ground under his feet trembling.

The generals of the foreign states next to them were also shocked by this momentum. The Song army prepared thousands of artillery for this battle, especially in the area in front of Renzong, which was even more dense. Half an hour later, the first line of defense of the Liao people seemed to be no longer needed to be fired.

Even so, the artillery fire of the Song army continued.

There are 300,000 Liao people in this area, and the Song Dynasty concentrated an army of 800,000. If the Liao people could not escape, then the Song Dynasty would have the final say in the future.

The Liao soldiers under Yelu Hongji had long lost their fighting spirit, and the siege of water and food for several consecutive days made the little courage left in their hearts disappear.

The Song army's artillery was a first-hand man, and the Liao soldiers in the camp were all panicked like a dog that was strayed. After a whole hour of bombardment, the Song army's artillery fire finally stopped. If the artillery of the future was used, even if it was a small caliber, such a long attack would be enough to cause the opponent to collapse. However, the artillery of this era was still a prototype. Although it seemed to be very powerful in those foreign countries, it still could not play a decisive role in the battlefield.

Before Chen Yuan brought the war into hot weapons, the struggle between the two sides was still the only way to decide the outcome.

After the artillery fire stopped, the Song army on the right first attacked the Liao people. Wen Yanbo wanted to show it in front of Renzong. Although he was a literati, he still raised a long sword: "The soldiers have pacified Liao."

Ping Liao, the dream of the Song Dynasty's 100-year-old people has the opportunity to shout out on the battlefield today.

Fu Yongji pointed his gun forward: "The Song army will win the men, and kill the Liao dog with me."

More than 20,000 Song troops catered to each other, shouting "The Song army will win", while pushing them towards the Liao people's camp.

As the sound of war drums changed, the front row of swords and shields began to advance forward rapidly, and separated by more than ten steps. It was the second row of the second row to move. The second row was all spearmen. Then there were dense arrays of bows and crossbows, which were pushing forward while constantly striking with the weapons in their hands.

Next, there are the siege equipment.

Those foreigners also discovered a very special situation, that is, when a thousand Song troops charged, their generals always took the lead, rushing in front and running in front.

But this time, Fu Yongji only heard the sound of the 20,000 soldiers and did not see him, which made the Liao people not have the opportunity to attack the generals of the Song army first.

More than 20,000 soldiers advanced towards the enemy's formation with the rhythm of the war drums, and their speed continued to accelerate.

The terrain was endless. When the Liao people built camps, they had cut down all the trees, and the remaining stumps were cut off by the later Song army.

Just as these 20,000 soldiers were about to rush into the camp of the Liao people, the Liao troops who had been immersed in suddenly moved.

The quality of the Liao** team is still very high, and their soldiers also have the concept of a country. Although they are facing a desperate situation, they are unwilling to give up in the last glimmer of hope.

A group of neatly arranged Liao cavalry formed more than a dozen small square formations. The people in front were holding shields, and the Khitans who were good at shoaling behind had already picked up all the bows and arrows.

The desolate horns broke through the rumbling war drums and echoed on the earth. The Liao cavalry raised their shields in their hands to resist the crossbow arrows from the opposite side, like an unstoppable iron flowing towards the charging Song army.

Before the people arrived, the accurate knight-style knight-style thrust the Song army that was charging to the ground.

Renzong was a little nervous when he saw it. He felt something was blocking in his throat. He mocked it with his hands twice: "Tea."

The palace servants on the side hurriedly brought him tea. Mu Guiying turned around and clasped his fists at Renzong: "Long live, the people of Liao will definitely not be willing to wait for death. This is just their dying struggle. Please rest assured, our army is ready."

Mu Guiying's calm tone gave Renzong confidence. He smiled slightly, concealed the bob in his heart, and turned his eyes to the battlefield ahead.

"Shield wall upright shield wall"

The front row of swords and shields immediately stopped and put the shields together. The spearmen stretched out the spear head in his hand through the gap in the shield.

Yelu Hongji rushed very smartly this time. He knew that the Song army's crossbows were powerful. If he sent a water-like formation to attack forward, the Song Dynasty's long-range strike could cause heavy casualties. So he divided the troops into 500 people, and each square formation would have to be separated by a distance when attacking.

After all, the Song army's crossbows and artillery have not yet reached the level of future rifles and cannons. This method really reduced the number of casualties among the Liao people.

A stream of iron streams hit the Song army's shield formation, and screams came one after another. Renzong looked at the corpse that was falling on the battlefield and was shocked sharply. He suddenly heard a slight sound, but the teacup in his hand was constantly shaking.

He wanted to work hard and not shake, but he couldn't do it. The palace servant next to him was very alert and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the teacup. Renzong hugged his hands in his sleeves, then looked around, and found that he didn't see what he had just looked like, so he felt more at ease.

Everyone's eyes were staring at the battlefield, and the battlefield was a chess game. The clever chess players also colorfully the thirty-two chess pieces.

While the small platoon of the Liao people was constantly striking towards the Song army's formation, the Song army behind did not support the attacked platoon, but two more platoons advanced forward.

One left and one right, he went up from both sides of the battlefield, and showed a situation where he wanted to attack the Liao cavalry who were rushing into the center.
Chapter completed!