On the battlefield, there are more mosquitoes and flies than people, and the smell is everywhere. Even if people breathe heavily after exercise, they can't help feeling nauseous and vomiting.

But these small problems will never stop the people in power from pursuing victory. Yelu Hongji and Ganqi are the same.

The Liao people's cavalry came up, the iron-armored cavalry, the most elite among the Pishi army, and the last reliance of the Khitans.

The horse's hooves were straight up from the slope and threw bags of sand and soil directly under the city wall. At this moment, the Song and Liao troops were already close.

The spear on the top of the city kept stabbing the Liao army on the horses. After the feather arrows in the air shot down countless mosquitoes and flies in the air, they finally shot on the iron armor, mostly jingling. If a giant crossbow came out, they would shoot themselves up and overturn the horse.

The height is too low, so the soldiers of the Song army often lifted the stones high after picking up the stones. This is the only way to ensure that the stones that were smashed are very powerful, but they are often shot by the crossbows of the Liao army.

Iron armor is the only reliance on human life.

The tincture oil poured out and the black smoke filled it, which was particularly choking, but many soldiers still liked the choking smell in the black smoke, because at least the extremely fishy smell could no longer be smelled in the black smoke.

The city tower was very high, with one shooting port, one by one, and a huge crossbow was next to Ganqi. He shot out from Ganqi's look at the battlefield. Jun Han made a grunt sound, and he used all his strength to do everything.

Ganqi came and went in many shooting ports, paying full attention to all the situations on the battlefield.

This battle of Datong must not be defeated. This is Gan Qi's most advantageous battle. Once Datong falls, Gan Qi himself has no confidence in relying on Yanjing City to stabilize his position. He is defeated like a mountain. For the Liao people and Gan Qi is still the same. Once Datong is defeated, it is almost unrealistic to stabilize the situation in Yanjing City.

Both sides bet all their main forces in Datong City, which means that the Datong Society determines the historical direction of Yanyun. If Gan Qi loses, what they can count on is not Yanjing City, but Yanmen Pass and Jumahe.

No one can accept the failure of this battle, so everyone is trying their best.

"Build up, build up, build up, build up!"

Excited shouting was reminding Ganqi of the change in the situation. The Liao army's project progress for the last section of the ramp exceeded Ganqi's expectations. Within a moment, the height of the sand and stone was approaching the merceration.

Gan Qi could see the situation, but was waiting. After the first wave of cavalry of the Liao people completed their mission, they turned back and re-election to charge. As soon as the Liao people retreated, Gan Qi immediately shouted: "Super the yellow flag, lower the yellow flag!"

Ling Bing's hand was trembling, and he drew his sword to cut off the rope, and the yellow flag on the flagpole fell directly.

In an instant, the sound of drums was crackling and then shouting.

Countless Song army soldiers jumped down from the mercedes, with spears and shields, and then resisted horses.

Crash, kill...

On the high platform in the distance, under the canopy, Yelu Hongji suddenly stood up and his face changed slightly.

Yelu Renxian next to him was also shouting: "The Song people rushed out? How could the Song people rush out?"

The Liao army's military plan has obviously been brewing for many days, not as simple as Ganqi's, and it also takes into account all the details of the battlefield clearly.

But it seems that they did not consider that the Song people would rush down the slope, and the Song people would rush down the lowlands to confront the Liao cavalry?

Yelu Yixin immediately said, "It's okay, according to the plan, the second wave of cavalry has already gone up and will inevitably disperse the Song people. Gan Daojian's move is just a fight to trap beasts."

Yelu Hongji never sat down again, stood high and stared at the distant battlefield. The cavalry rushed forward, and in front of the horses, they were overturning, but they continued to move forward. Many war horses jumped high and rushed into the crowd of Song soldiers. The battle had already begun.

"Puncture, prick forward, prick!"

"The one on the ground, kill him."

The mighty army's head was shouting with all his strength.

"Hold on, hold on, just hold on, my husband's clever plan will be accomplished."

"Kill!"

"Don't retreat, don't retreat! Lift the shield."

"Check the person on the horse!"

"Go forward, go forward, and take back the revenge."

Everyone shouted, and suddenly the sound stopped abruptly. A spear pierced his face. The man had fallen straight to the ground and was stepped on the ground by countless people's footsteps.

The Song army, which had just rushed down, was attacked by the Liao cavalry for a while and retreated again and again. This was not because the soldiers did not die, but because the manpower was in poverty.

Gan Qi was already very anxious, and all his anxiousness was written on his face.

"My husband, are you laying the red flag?" someone around him asked.

Gan Qi calmed down: "If you don't raise the red flag, before the time comes, it will be normal for the first day of the first day to take over the formation and the horse will hit it at a speed. If you don't have to take a moment, you will be able to stabilize it."

What Gan Qi said was actually not a sure thing in his heart, but something that could not be done. If the Liao army really rushed up in one wave, it would be too late to fire the artillery. The gun was not a slanted angle of the gun. The shooting range was wrong and the Liao vanes could not hit the Liao vanes. They could only hit one or two hundred steps outside the ramp. The gun was not used to attack the nearby enemies, and even if the gun was directly opposite, it could not hit the nearby enemies.

The shooting effect will not be so good at this time. Only when the scene is stalemate and the enemy and us are in a dilemma, and when the Liao people are constantly gathering in front of the ramp, is the real time to fire the shooting.

Only in this way can the morale of the Liao people moving forward can be disintegrated in one fell swoop.

At this time, Gan Qi was only worried and hoped that the front line could stabilize.

The situation became more and more dangerous, and the Liao people were getting closer and closer, and they rushed to the bottom of the ramp, and the front line could not be stabilized.

Gan Qi was so anxious that he kept paced and shouted: "Reserve team, ten thousand people, rush down and squeeze down!"

This is a cruel method, which is to let the people behind block the people in front and leave the people in front without a way out. They either squeeze into a ball, squeeze into sardines, or go forward. Even if they die, lying on the ground is an obstacle, and they are also a rejection of horses, and human flesh resists horses.

Ganqi gave this order, his teeth clenched together, his cheeks swelled, and his eyes were filled with flames.

"Get orders. Put down the purple flag, put down the purple flag."

Blocked, blocked. Gan Qi didn't shout out, but he had already shouted in his heart countless times.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

"Brothers, it's time to die today, I'll be for you to die for you!!"

The head of the team shouted like this, the head of the army shouted like this, and the battalion commander shouted like this.

On the city wall and on the ramp, people were closely connected with each other, and there was no place to go. The horses of the Liao people came one after another.

Di Yong kept staring at the blue flag on the side of the city tower, the big flag that belonged to him. He was nervous. He didn't want to show the tension in his heart, but he was still sweating like rain.

The flag still did not issue an order.

The 20,000 iron-armored knights were watching everywhere.

"General, have you forgotten to give us an order?"

"Nonsense, wait damn." Di Yong cursed, his hands constantly sliding the gun rod, so that the contaminated sweat would evaporate quickly.

The Liao people's horses began to rear-end violently, like a series of car accidents. The Liao people also began to fit closely, squeezing in front, pushing in the back, rushing in and killing, and shouting non-stop.

For them, this is a war that represents humiliation. They have ruined the foundation that their ancestors have left for more than a hundred years. Today they are mourning soldiers and they want to take back their ancestors' foundation. They want to recover the mountains and rivers so that they can have the face to face the various sects, and countless Khitan compatriots from Yanyun are waiting for them to save them. Of course, the victory of this battle and the fertile land is the reward promised by His Majesty the Emperor.

His Majesty the Emperor was clenching his fists, and his fists were constantly waving in the air, gritting his teeth in his mouth: "Roar up, rush up."

The situation was deadlocked, and the speed inertia of Jianma was stopped. It was halfway up the slope, in the muddy area, and no one on both sides could do anything to each other. Only the dead people, the Liao people and the Song people, dyed the mud red.

In the diffuse pupils, the last thing I saw were pairs of feet and horseshoes.

Gan Qi from the city tower muttered to himself: "More, more dense..."

He was waiting for the endless Liao people to squeeze together, which was the meaning of the Song army soldiers rushing down the slope. The Liao people could not get on the city walls, which was the basis for the collapse of the Liao people. Artillery was a fatal blow.

I was afraid that the Liao people would really rush up to the city wall and their morale was greatly boosted. I thought that the city was broken, and I was afraid that artillery would not be enough to reduce the Liao people's confidence in winning that moment.

Artillery is not something that the Liao people have never seen before. Tiger squat cannons, sudden muskets, fire caltrops, rockets, and Liao people have seen it. The few explosions on the battlefield will not really scare the Liao people.

If Gan Qi thought that as soon as the cannon was opened, the Liao people would be frightened by the loud noise, it would be really a fool.

So Gan Qi would use his own artillery with such good intentions. If the artillery really brings enough lethality, and once the artillery is released, the enemy formation will be in chaos. Then he can only make the Liao people close enough together.

At this moment, all the Liao people were crowded under the ramp, with 30,000 to 40,000 cavalry, and the time came.

"Get the red flag, lower the red flag." Gan Qi shouted, and even jumped to the feet and shouted. It was not that Gan Qi didn't know how to maintain his majesty, but that Gan Qi really couldn't help but act like this. He jumped up and shouted, pointing at the battlefield, shouting loudly, and a little out of control. Just like so long of depression, it was completely released at this moment.

This is a mausoleum, not a place for people to stay.

Gan Qi is the most cruel, bloodthirsty and terrifying beast. He even bet his life here. He never thought about where he should run once the city was broken. Because once the city was really broken, whether he could live could only be left to God, and it was not something that Gan Qi could decide. The cavalry of the Liao people was no worse than Gan Qi's cavalry, and the horses of the Liao people did not have to be worse than Gan Qi's horses.

"Fire the gun, fire!"

There were loud noises in the air, and the black and white smoke was angry, with the smell of gunpowder. The word "gun smoke" was used to refer to the battlefield. In fact, it was a very late. At least until the Ming and Qing Dynasties, gunpowder smoke would be truly permeated on the battlefield, and gunpowder smoke could represent the battlefield.

The loud noise broke through the sky and stirred back and forth in the sky. Yelu Hongji looked up and looked a little lost.

Yelu Yixin said, "Your Majesty, it's okay. The Song people brought firearms. They can still be shocked by horses. They don't have enough killing. Just keep the horses steady."

For the Khitans, horse control is an easy task.

However, as soon as Yelu Yixin finished speaking, the reality was something wrong. Even though it was so far away, he could still clearly see the soldiers in front of him falling to the ground one by one.

Solid projectiles do not explode, but they will jump and roll, and the projectiles they launch will run forward like footballs with powerful kinetic energy, knocking down all the people and horses you encounter in a tight formation until the kinetic energy is exhausted.

Yelu Hongji pointed ahead and turned around and asked, "Yixin, this is..."

Yelu Yixin couldn't answer, and was quite stunned.

Yelu Ren answered first: "This is a tiger squat cannon, a big tiger squat cannon."

"How big is this tiger squat cannon? How could the Song people build such a large tiger squat cannon? How could gunpowder have such great power?" Yelu Hongji obviously knew what the tiger squat cannon was. He asked questions repeatedly, and his breathing sounded louder.

Yelu Yixin no longer cared about any cannons. He didn't need anyone to be anxious. He said straight: "Your Majesty, if the cavalry stalls, it will be difficult for him to go to the city. Send infantry forward. Infantry is conducive to climbing, and he will rush to the top of the city no matter what."

Yelu Yixin quickly turned his head: "Beat the drum and give orders, the infantry will press forward, and rush forward. You must rush forward, otherwise you will come to see you."

It's messy, the plan is at this moment, it's messy...

When the first wave of cavalry did not quickly come to the city, the plan would inevitably be in chaos unless Mingjin withdraws his troops and starts again. But now that things have come, it is obvious that Mingjin withdraws his troops and starts again.
To be continued...