When fighting, it is really not good-looking, has no beauty, and is even worse than the sumo wrestling competition.

There is no invincible military general who fights one-on-one, and no one can really rush into the formation and still enter the realm of no one. Seven in and seven out are all stories in the story.

He slashed with great force, stabbed with all his strength, and hugged him on the ground like a wild beast...

The sound of drums on the top of the city covered the surroundings, shouting, howling, and cursing one after another.

Kill and kill, then kill.

Even the golden armor was holding a spear and stabbing forward, one after another, and exerting all his strength, he was panting.

The Song Dynasty fought with the Khitan, the Song Dynasty fought with the Dangxiang, and later the Song Dynasty had to fight with the Jurchens, and the Song Dynasty also had to fight with the Mongolians. All of them were at a disadvantage, and only this heavy armor was the only reliance of the Song Dynasty.

Compared with past dynasties, Song was really cowardly in martial arts, but it has to be said that Song was really unlucky. Under the congenital deformity, the enemies he faced, from the strongest Khitan to the invincible Jurchen, and then to the invincible Mongolia under a generation of geniuses, were also unlucky enough.

Infantry, perhaps this cowardly infantry should be unparalleled in the world.

The reason why the world is unparalleled is probably because of this body of iron armor. This expensive iron armor comes from the economic development level of Song Qiangsheng.

When the cavalry on the grassland turned into infantry and looked at the iron armor with machetes, the Song people's infantry armor would make them despair.

The running horse is the tank of this era, which can break through all obstacles, and the stopping horse immediately becomes useless and even becomes a burden.

Yelu Yixin, who was in the central army, didn't know how the battle was going between the front and left and right, but he shouted desperately and ordered: "Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat, and retreat five miles!"

The ten miles of retreat turned into five miles of retreat, showing Yelu Yixin's anxiety. Although he did not know the situation of the battle between the front and left and right, he seemed to be able to guess some things. The consequences of the iron armored infantry of the Song people and the light cavalry of the grassland people were unimaginable.

Yelu Yixin had already turned around and shouted loudly that everyone in front of him turned around quickly.

However, even Yelu Yixin could clearly feel that his pace in this formation was getting slower and slower, which proved that the distance between people was getting smaller and smaller, and the crowded between people became tighter and tighter.

The iron-armored infantry of the Song people not only arranged neatly and kept stabbing forward, but also carried the horses forward and suppressed them, constantly moving the horses in front of the enemy.

In fact, most of the iron armor under Gan Qi's command were new soldiers, but when everyone put the iron armor on them, they inexplicably had more courage. When they saw the enemy's sword slashing on the iron armor for only a moment, Mars became more and more courageous.

If you move the horse to the front and separate the enemy, it will bring a sense of security to these recruits. After standing behind the horse, you can just stab forward. It doesn’t matter whether you kill the enemy or not. You just keep poking and poking some gaps, and then move the horse forward.

Many new recruits are like this, and it seems that they can always maintain a sense of security.

Of course, there were also enemies who organized a counterattack. Dozens of people formed a group and rushed towards a point, climbing over the horse, then climbing over the horse, and fighting for their lives against the iron armor.

The iron armored men listened to the command, licked their dry lips, swallowed the saliva from their tongues, and continued to assassinate forward.

No matter how powerful the martial arts are, you can’t count them here. There are only rows of spears that are assassinated forward, no matter how good you are, you can turn and move, pick up swords, spears, swords and halberds at will. Facing such a long spear is as tight as a forest, it’s just a matter of brink of tricks.

This is the infantry's tactics. There is nothing mysterious about it. It is just arranged well, obeying the commands, and being uniform.

The team leaders issued clear passwords just like on the training ground.

"prick!"

"Go ahead!"

"prick!"

"Go ahead!"

"prick!"

"Press up the rear row!"

"prick!"

"Three rows of arrows!"

"prick!"

"Don't get out of touch, the wounded soldiers retreat!"

"Come on, keep up, thorn!"

"Don't worry, step over!"

"If the wounded soldier can get up, don't be on the ground. If you can't get up, you will be dealt with as a dead person!"

"Stub, step up, then sting quickly!"

War is so boring.

The fierce battle is just this situation.

Not long after, Yelu Yixin finally squeezed from the crowd to the back formation not far from the back formation, and also led 20,000 or 30,000 people in the back formation to turn around.

Yelu Yixin had already seen the horses temporarily placed in the back formation in his sight. There were not many, far less than those in front and left and right. Although there were several rows, it did not mean that people were desperate.

"Roar up, beat Song Gou back, move away from the horse, move away from the horse!" This was Yelu Yixin's order, and it was Yelu Yixin's expectation at this time.

There are only a few rows of horses. As long as you rush up and move a hole, countless cavalry can swarm out of that hole. As long as you rush out, the situation of this war will be different immediately.

The battle of trapped beasts was mad. Countless grassland cavalrymen in the Liao army's rear formation turned over and dismounted, and rushed towards the back formation with the courage to die. The goal they wanted to achieve was to move the horse away.

Di Yong stood in front of the Mama, and his spear was constantly stabbing. Now, he could not use any extraordinary force. The closer everyone was, the better.

But Di Yong's style of playing is much more radical. He did not stay after Juma slowly suppress it. He rushed out of Juma with his subordinates and kept shouting: "Shi Honglei, I will take people forward, you can follow Juma with you, press forward, and fight!"

Shi Honglei was carrying a horse-resisting horse on his shoulder, holding a spear in his hand, his face was anxious, and shouted: "You will die and you will die for thousands of years. General Di, just rush forward, I, Old Shi, will never drag you down! No one's horse can move!"

"Kill!" Di Yong shook his teeth and shouted: "Advance five steps forward and assassinate!"

"Go forward, go forward, go forward, go forward!" a heart-wrenching shout.

The team leaders kept shouting with their throats.

"Don't be afraid, don't block it!"

"Don't block, don't block, and assassinate forward!"

"Don't put away the gun to block it, don't be afraid, iron armor will definitely protect you, assassinate, assassinate!"

The soldiers' faces were filled with nervousness and passion, and their hands holding guns were trembling from time to time, only stabbing them.

Di Yong moved forward, and Yelu Yixin was also moving forward.

Both of them seemed to be able to hear each other's words shouting.

Yelu Yixin was still constantly urging his soldiers to get off their horses and gather to rush forward, moving away from the horse.

Di Yong continued to shout, with only one word in his mouth: "Forward!"

The two of them had already shouted, and they were so hoarse that they could feel a sense of scratching their hearts in their ears.

Chen Han on the top of the city was still arranging the errands of taking turns to beat drums.

Zeng Xiaokuan, who was muttering, but he didn't know where he got the paper and pen. He held the pen in his hand and kept writing on the paper while trembling: On April 11, the second year of Zhiping of the Song Dynasty, Yu stood at the city of Datong, witnessing the fierce battle between the Song and Liao dynasties. The Song army was short of 50,000, and the Liao army had 100,000 light cavalry. Gan Qi Gan Daojian, the commander of the Song Dynasty Privy Council, led the way, and led countless horses to trap the Liao army in the northern city, with horse hooves tied up and unable to move. For a moment, the drum sounded and shouted to kill like thunder. The blood and energy rose on the battlefield, which was disgusting. Under the battlefield, the broken limbs and broken arms were everywhere, and the scene of purgatory was nothing but the scene of purgatory.

The Liao army was about to go north, but failed to get there for a few times, and then rushed out again. The spear was like a sickle, the people were like grass, the commander was brave, and the soldiers died a hundred times. I also felt that my blood was rising, and I couldn't control myself. I only thought of a scholar, without the power to kill the enemy, and I could only take notes. My China is vast, the world is in the middle, and the civilization is brilliant, and I am honored for thousands of years. There is no other way. A man dares to die! Today's battle is hateful and hateful, but I can't go with my armor, clenched my fists, and my teeth are about to break.

The day has passed, and the fierce battle continues. The Liaonan army is no longer able to do anything, and the east and west are at the end of the force. Only the north will attack again if it fails to reach the destination...

Zeng Xiaokuan's pen was like a dragon, and he kept writing and painting, as if he could not exert any effort when he was here. Only by recording the scene he had witnessed with his own eyes, it seemed that he had also exerted some effort at this time.

I continued to write again, Zeng Xiaokuan was very excited to write.

It was already afternoon, and the battlefield seemed to be gradually calming down. The war in the south slowly stopped, and the east and west sides slowly stopped. Even the conflict in the north was not as fierce as before.

Tired, everyone is tired.

The adrenaline slowly faded away and everyone was panting.

There are 70,000 or 80,000 or 100,000 people, and there are countless people who can kill them. Even if they are standing there and being chopped, they will not be chopped for a while, and there are more than 100,000 horses mixed in between.

The grassland people could not rush, and they might know that they could not rush out.

The Song people were so tired that they couldn't move their legs.

The battlefield of more than 100,000 people finally fell into a stalemate at midnight in the afternoon.

Refusing horses once again became a line of defense that separates both sides.

The buckets were constantly transported forward, and buckets of water were passed among the iron armored soldiers. Everyone drank a few scoops before they stopped.

Let’s go with a pancake.

Among countless horses, the grassland people looked desperate in their faces, and looked at Song Jun who was eating and drinking water just twenty or thirty steps away.

Yelu Yixin's throat was completely hoarse, so hoarse that it hurts when he talked, so hoarse that everyone who listened to him could hear it clearly.

This is true for Gan Qi's throat and Di Yong's throat.

There is no saying that one would kill 100,000 enemy chiefs in one battle, that is also in the story. Even if 100,000 pigs were surrounded on the spot, it would not be easily killed by someone in one battle.

Gan Qi sat on the ground, looking at the enemy not far away from the opposite side, eating noodles and drinking water, exhausted and sleeping all night. From the hard work of the second half of last night to this afternoon, he had already been empty-handed.

It is impossible to let go, and it is also difficult to continue fighting.

Surrender is not realistic for the time being, and it is impossible for those who cannot see the way of life to surrender. For example, Yelu Yixin.

The grassland people and the leaders of the grassland people are still in a state of confusion. On the one hand, they are afraid of the power of the Liao people on the grassland for hundreds of years, and on the other hand, they do not want to really work hard for the Liao people to end their entire army.

Ganqi ordered again: "Order the city to build a horse-rejecting horse, put it on, and put it on layer by layer."

"Order all the imperial guards in nearby prefectures to come and support!"

Now that the war has come, those unusable armies should be able to use it at this time, at least they can still be used to arrange defense lines on the periphery.
To be continued...