Many of Zhang Pingliang's subordinates are veterans of Beijing Road. They have lived in the North for generations. They have been on the battlefield for a long time and have been exposed to Hu Feng for a long time. They have long been hard-hearted. Even though he was watching Tuyan die in front of him, the queue of dozens of people nearby was not in chaos.
The Jurchen who killed the protruding eyes was about thirty years old, with a short beard under his chin, a very powerful appearance, and sharp eyes. He is a Jurchen noble son who escaped from Zhongdu. After joining the army in Kaifeng last year, he was highly valued by his superiors because of his strength and bravery.
Previously, the Jin army went south to plunder. In the battle with the Song army, he accumulated some battle experience and gained some experience in surviving on the battlefield in troubled times.
At this moment, he wanted to bravely advance forward, but when he saw that the enemy's formation was so clear and flawless, he immediately defended himself with an iron rod and tried to retreat.
In a fierce battle, even a timid person will be carried away by the blood; those who can calmly judge the situation at this time are natural generals. If such a person goes through two or three more fierce battles, he is likely to grow into the backbone of the army. But now, the fight between the two sides suddenly became extremely fierce. On the entire contact line made of flesh and blood, neither martial arts nor agility could be used, and they could not help themselves in advancing or retreating.
What he didn't expect was that the surging companions from behind were squeezing him one after another, preventing him from retreating and being forced to rush to the line of contact between the two armies.
At this time, the officers of the Ding Navy were shouting to raise their shields, or urging the swordsmen to move forward. The Jurchen bumped into the front of the formation, and suddenly there was a round shield in front of him. He smashed it twice with his stick because the distance was too close. Unable to exert any force, it made a loud bang in vain, shattering a piece of the iron covering the shield's surface, but unable to repel it.
But someone from behind continued to push him forward.
He yelled at the person pushing him from behind, summoned all his strength to hold the iron bar horizontally, and tried to separate himself from Ding Haijun's shield. Unexpectedly, someone poked out a long knife from under the shield and stabbed him from bottom to top. .
The one holding the knife and prostrating and stabbing was none other than the pheasant. The pheasant and the monkey use knives, and cooperate with the protruding eye who is good at using the spear. There are many insidious tricks. They are originally the sharp combination in this team; now, although the protruding eye is dead, they use the shield to kill at close range. Fighting can still give pheasants and monkeys a chance to display their abilities.
The pheasant's thrust was fast and powerful. The blade penetrated the Jurchen's lower abdomen. The straight blade of a foot and six inches was completely inserted into his body, and it was unknown how many organs were pierced.
The Jurchen didn't even feel any pain at first. She only felt a slight heat in her lower abdomen, and she thought she had been scratched by a nail plate.
He was worried that the silk ribbon of the armor was loose, so he continued to hold the iron rod across his hands to push the shield. He took a moment to look down in his busy schedule and saw an inverted knife handle dangling between his legs. Blood flowed from the handle like a fountain. Pour next to it!
What is this thick and long thing? Why did it just grow out of my belly?
No, it didn’t grow out, it was pierced!
He thought for a while before he understood what had happened. He let out an earth-shattering roar and suddenly felt that he had no strength left in his body.
At this time, the monkey took half a step forward between the two shields. The long straight knife in his hand passed through the Jurchen's neck and chopped off his head without any hindrance. When the huge head was flying in the air, his eyes widened in anger.
The two sides fought frantically at such close range, and the monkey rushed half a step away, taking a huge risk for itself.
The person who has been pushing the Jurchen holding the iron rod from behind is a dark-faced soldier. By charging so fiercely, he was using his comrade's body as a shield. At this moment, the body became a headless corpse, and his approach was still the same, he just kept pushing forward.
The corpse suddenly fell on the monkey, and the heavy weight made the monkey lean back. When the soldier saw this, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and when he was about to stab him with his spear, a trembling arrow suddenly appeared on his forehead, and his eyes immediately turned white. Zhang Pingliang happened to reach out from the shield formation, grabbed the monkey's vest and dragged him back to cover. The monkey staggered on his feet, but his brain was still functioning well, and he shouted repeatedly: "Thank you very much, General!"
Later, Liu Ran ignored him and continued to shoot arrows randomly. He only heard the sound of the bowstring. In the blink of an eye, five or six armored masters fell in the ranks of the Jin army. The momentum of the front men's wild shouts of killing stalled slightly.
"Where were those iron artillery pieces just now? Why didn't they shoot?" Zhang Pingliang asked anxiously when he saw Liu Ran coming.
The deafening sound of fighting continued to fill his eardrums, and his voice seemed very soft. Liu Ran listened twice before understanding what he meant.
"This damn...is this something you can ask?"
Liu Ran used a rare swear word and said: "Han Jie has an order, asking me to take fifty people to the flank... I will leave Sun Huzi and thirty soldiers to help you, you hold on to this line!" "
Just as Zhang Pingliang said hello, an unknown Jin Army archer retaliated for Liu Ran's shooting and fired a hail of arrows. Liu Ran and Zhang Pingliang reacted very quickly and immediately crouched down to avoid the attack; Sun Huzi, the leader of the soldiers who was following Liu Ran, reacted a little slower and was hit by an arrow in his thigh, which was not protected by the armor's stomach.
Although the arrow did not penetrate deep into the muscle, it opened a long hole. Half of his legs were wet with blood, and he sat down on the ground while cursing.
At the same time, a group of archers directly under Liu Ran opened their bows and shot in the direction where the arrows had come. The moment the arrows fell, a few screams were faintly heard, and then they were drowned in the roar of countless people shouting for death. Inside.
The situation on the battlefield is like this everywhere. There is only a thin line between the enemy and us, and there is only a thin line between life and death. When the morale of both armies was high, they continued to surge forward. The queue formed an interlocking state again and again, so the contact line became twisted and flattened again and again.
It's just the front hosted by Han Xuan. The connection between the navy's flanking cavalry and the frontal formation is originally separated by a distance. This is to facilitate the cavalry's galloping attack. Maybe it's a trap, maybe it's not. At this moment, the Jin army didn't pay attention to so much, and rushed in with force, taking the Chinese army directly.
In that direction, they passed the position where Ding Haijun fired iron artillery. When Monk Wanyan Chen broke in earlier, the formation was already noisy. Now several captains rushed in one after another, and Ding Haijun's military formation was like burning oil at high temperatures. A glass of water was poured into the pot, and it suddenly boiled to a terrifying level.
Because the forces of both sides were very large, countless squads fought fiercely on the open battlefield, each attacking and defending interacting with each other, as if the difference between victory and defeat in the entire battle was only a thin line.
But if an experienced warrior makes a careful distinction, he can clearly feel that the performance of the two sides is very different.
Ding Haijun seems to be on the defensive side, but in fact, there is considerable spare capacity in command. The density of the queues is arranged in a busy and unhurried manner. Even if the troops are facing the blood rain, they are like the latitude and longitude of silk threads in a tough net. distinct.
Although the Jin Army's attack was fierce, it showed a sense of eagerness to mess up the battle and make it a mess. Many times, no command could be seen, only officers shouting wildly to join the battle, and then disappeared into the layers of defense queues.
In a bush about two miles away from the battlefield, Zhao Fang, still wearing a broad robe, but with an additional armor to cover his heart, watched on horseback, getting closer from time to time in order to see more clearly.
This time he led his troops to come here because the Prime Minister ordered to confront the enemy with the Dinghai navy coalition and eliminate a centuries-old problem in one fell swoop. However, 20,000 Song troops were stationed in Zhuxian Town and had not been moved. Only he, the commander, brought a few cavalry out to visit. 33
As an ally of Ding Haijun, he saw that Ding Haijun was in order, but he did not seem happy.
Some people died, but not completely...
