: Hit the sharp edge

Di Qing knew that this time was the last stop with the Liao Kingdom, and it was also the largest cavalry duel since the founding of the Song Dynasty. It was much larger than the scale of Yang Wenguang, who was attacking Yelu Hongji in Hejian Prefecture. It was really an honor for a general to command this battle.

He led 20,000 cavalry out of Zhongjing City. In less than half a day, he met a small group of cavalrymen who were scattered and robbed by the Liao people sixty miles away.

Those people left no room for action against the fleeing crowd, and did not consider that most of these people were Khitan people like them. After Di Qing retreated these soldiers, he asked the fleeing people to retreat quickly.

Since there is the shadow of the Liao cavalry, the war is not far away.

After the robbery of Liao cavalry retreated for a moment, Di Qing heard the sound of the desolate cow horns of the Liao people. The "whimper" sound echoed between the sky, and the dust raised by the horse's hooves was visible.

The Liao cavalry in the distance lined up in an orderly manner and ran rapidly on the black plain. From a distance, there should be 20,000 cavalry, just like the surging waves coming towards us. In the ups and downs, it emitted a deafening roar. Its majestic momentum and powerful power seemed to explode completely with this earth-shaking blow.

Things were a little troublesome. The tactics of the Liao cavalry were still very good. They did not rush forward from the front of the Song army, but instead circled a small arc and pointed directly at the flank of the Song army.

Zhang Zhong was facing the other party's arrow. The muscles on his face under the thick helmet were shaking involuntarily. He seemed to have smelled the smell of blood. The smell stimulated his brain and made his blood boil in an instant.

After fighting for so many years, he got used to it. If he didn't smell the blood every few days, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

Most of his soldiers were like him, and they were veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time. They were not afraid or retreated when facing the overwhelming enemy cavalry. They were determined to die and calmly faced the battle that was about to begin.

The people of Liao were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, a sound of war drums came from behind Zhang Zhong. He raised his arm like a conditioned reflex, and the Song army began to prepare for the fight. The heavy cavalry pulled down his mask, the crossbowman held his crossbow, and the light cavalry's sharp spear was raised flat. The Song army holding maces held the maces on his shoulders, and the shadow of death suddenly enveloped the entire plain.

The enemy is approaching again. If you don’t charge at this distance, it will be like giving the speed to the people of Liao. Just when Zhang Zhong was a little suspicious, the sound of war drums in his ears suddenly became rapid. Zhang Zhong felt like he was chopped by someone, and suddenly roared wildly: "Brothers, kill me."

The Song soldiers roared hysterically, waving the weapons in their hands, like a ferocious spirit, facing the trembling gray dragon in the middle of the plain like a wolf or a tiger.

The heavy cavalry was in front, and the archers followed. The army showed a giant geese-shaped charge, rumbled over the Liao people like a roar.

Before the two sides could contact each other, the crossbow and feather arrows kept flying in the sky.

Zhang Zhong heard the screams behind him, and also saw that the Liao people in front of him were also fallen into trouble. He didn't care about this, his eyes stared at the arrow of the enemy in front of him. His mission was to smash it and break through it.

The arrows on both sides were the most elite soldiers. When Zhang Zhong's weapons were intertwined with the other party, he could not see the enemy's weapons in front of him. He subconsciously slashed at the opponent according to the route he had planned. He only heard a metal collision sound, and a numb feeling came from his arm.

He roared again, and the blood all over his body seemed to burst out with the crazy roar. Really, although he was a veteran, he still couldn't control his excitement in this environment. The same was true for those soldiers, and the same for the opponent. Everyone yelled with all their might, waving their weapons with the left and right, until they were cut to the ground by their opponents and they had no strength to shout.

The Liao people showed disadvantages in the first confrontation. Just like the battle of Yelu Ninggu, they suddenly realized that the cavalry tactics they had always been proud of could not be implemented in front of the Song army.

The thick armor of those heavy cavalry played a good protective role. When the two arrows collided together, the Liao people fell much faster than the Song army. If you look at the entire battlefield from mid-air, you can find that the Song army's arrows continued to move forward, but they were a little slower, but the Liao people's arrows were gone.

The Liao soldiers behind could not see the situation ahead and were still charging. The same was true for the Song army. Di Qing could only move the position of the towering battle flag to judge the current situation between the two sides.

The Song army's battle flag kept moving forward, which made Di Qing feel much more relieved. He suddenly stood up on the horse's back, looked back and said to the messenger: "Beat the drum, the second echelon will surround the flank."

With the attack of the second echelon of the Song army, the second team of the Liao people also came up and caught the Song army that they wanted to intersperse and killed them in a group.

The various flags that issued the orders danced with the commanders of both sides, and the rhythm of the horns and war drums was constantly changing, and each change meant that hundreds of soldiers fell under the opponent's weapons.

Di Qing could see that what Yelu Niegulu brought this time was really the elite of the Liao Kingdom. Even though the situation on the battlefield was very unfavorable to them from the beginning, from the general to the soldiers, it was still so crazy.

The archers of the Liao Kingdom and the Song army were also fighting. They poured out their crossbow arrows to their heart's contention and tried to suppress their opponents.

The dense crossbows were flying all over the sky, and the unscrupulous long arrows were shuttled on the battlefield. From time to time, soldiers fell from arrows to horses, or flew out with the war horses that fell from arrows, and were trampled into blood and blood by the running war horses in a blink of an eye.

The smell of blood is no longer an illusion, and hatred is burning violently in the hearts of every soldier.

"Kill..., kill them..." Zhang Zhong pressed his whole body tightly against the horse's back and roared wildly. Although the heavy cavalry broke through the opponent's arrow, the Liao people suppressed them in a group and could not develop their formation at all.

If they don't spread, the soldiers holding maces behind them will be restricted. Zhang Zhong knew that he must disperse and disperse immediately.

At this time, Di Qing also clearly saw Zhang Zhong's predicament.

"Go on the crossbow..." Di Qing raised his body again, spread his arms, and shouted in his greatest voice. The sound of war drums suddenly changed. The Song army crossbowmen in the last two rows of the front line immediately picked up the crossbows. At the same time, several teams of crossbowmen rushed up regardless of the range of the Liao people there, and took the crossbow arrows and waited for the shooting.

"Let it go" Di Qing roared wildly.

The crossbow arrows whistled through the air with shrill and harsh sound. The crossbows of the Song army were very small in arc, which destined that they were faster and suddenly more powerful. In an instant, hundreds of soldiers from Liao fell down.

Zhang Zhong only felt that the pressure around him suddenly eased, and he was overjoyed: "Ten people and one team of people rushed out."

The heavy cavalry of the Song army immediately dispersed, and the soldiers holding maces behind them rushed up like wolves and tigers. The Liao people were like fallen leaves in the wind, powerless and helpless, and were swept away by the maces.

Once the formation unfolded, the coordinated combat advantages of the various branches of the Song army were immediately reflected. The Liao army's formation began to slowly break away, and many Liao soldiers could not get support from each other. They could only have one person. Faced with the attacks of several types of Song army weapons, the casualties ratio between the two sides increased again.

When the Liao general saw this situation, he could no longer calmly command the command behind him and picked up the spear in his hand:

"kill……"

He rushed towards the Song army with his own guards without hesitation. This unit was Yelu Niegulu's direct line, and the generals of this unit were his confidants. Even if there were swords and fires in front of him, he would still kill him and never stop until he died.

The drums were like thunder and the horns were like the storm of the wind. Di Qing quietly looked at the situation on the battlefield, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not bad, really good. Before the battle was over, the Liao vanguard could no longer support it. All 20,000 of them were put into the battle, and Di Qing still had 6,000 troops in his hands.

In other words, on the plains and on the battlefield that the Liao people used to like, the Song army defeated 20,000 cavalry of the Liao people with 14,000 people, and in less than an hour, the Liao people were best at the same time.

Okay, end the battle quickly. Yelu Niegulu was behind. That guy brought a hundred thousand troops. Di Qing was unwilling to try whether the 20,000 cavalry of the Song Dynasty could defeat Yelu Niegulu's 100,000 troops.

"Kill..." Di Qing raised his spear, and the six thousand Song troops beside him were like hungry tigers going down the mountain, carrying smoke and dust all over the sky, sweeping towards the Liao people.

The battle situation was settled, and Di Qing penetrated from the weakest flank of the Liao people, as if it was a hurricane on the grassland. He used his unstoppable force to destroy everything that could be touched and destroy all obstacles that blocked the Song army's advance.

The soldiers waved their swords, spears, and maces to reap the lives of their opponents. The crossbowmen also boldly rushed to the middle of the battlefield and shot crossbow arrows at the enemies within their sniping range. The broken limbs brought a bunch of blood, and the falling corpses were allowed to be trampled by the war horses.

On the bloody battlefield, the Song army used weapons to harvest the courage of the Liao people, and the strong smell of blood soared into the sky. This smell made the winners even more crazy and made those who faced the massacre even more timid.
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