After the Jin army adjusted, they once again launched a charge against the Song army's left and right defenses.

The terrifying Guaizima charged into the torrent, and within an hour, carried out five terrifying lightning strikes on the Song army's defense on the left and right flanks.

The Luojing Forbidden Army's defense on the left finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Countless people pushed and trampled each other, and screams and cries of despair came one after another.

The commander of the Department of Joining the Army quickly rushed towards the emperor's chariot and shouted: "Report! The left wing collapsed!"

Everyone couldn't help but their expressions suddenly changed.

The collapse of the left wing means that the opponent's cavalry will soon attack the Chinese military formation.

If the Chinese military formation is struck by lightning from the side, it will collapse without a fight, causing a massive rout of the Imperial Guards in the middle.

Now, no matter how fierce the battle is in the middle, they will still be held up by the elite forwards on the front line. If there is a huge rout behind the middle, there is basically no need to fight.

He, Zhao Ning, must also be preparing for a strategic retreat!

The situation has reached such a critical moment, but Zhao Ning looks calm. The Luojing Forbidden Army has achieved this step and is already very good. There is no need to blame or force it.

He said calmly: "Instruct the First Army, Second Army, and Third Army of the Divine Guards to quickly support the left wing. Anyone who dares to retreat before the battle will be killed without mercy!"

"Your Majesty!"

After receiving the military order, the Divine Guards near the emperor's chariot quickly advanced toward the battlefield ahead.

The Luojing Imperial Army in front was like a retreating tide, scattering everywhere on the ground.

Some people even threw away their helmets and took off their armor.

Some people are still shouting loudly: "No retreat! Never retreat!"

Someone else shouted sadly: "I want to go home, I still have my old parents at home..."

The infantry troops of the Divine Guards were neatly formed, like pieces of iron cut horizontally and vertically. They moved sideways to the left and arrived at the position before the Jin army's cavalry horses advanced to the flanks of the center.

At this time, the defeated army several miles away on the left had no resistance. The Jin Army's cavalry plowed holes in their rout, completely crushing the last resistance, and then roared towards this side like a frenzy.

Bang bang bang...

The iron shield stood up and fell to the ground, making a dull sound. The Divine Guards immediately formed a steel-like defense line on the left side, and the spears from behind stretched out, forming a forest of guns.

The officer shouted: "Long live our emperor!"

Everyone shouted twice: "Long live our emperor!"

The cavalry horse roared in and impacted on the temporary defense line formed by the Divine Guards. In an instant, it pushed out countless gaps in the defense in front. The infantry army behind them quickly stepped forward like flowing iron blocks.

The Guaizima again began to change direction, adjust, and repeat its old tricks, launching successive attacks on the Song army.

But this time it won't be so easy to break through.

Row after row of God Guard soldiers fell, and row after row came up to replace them, advancing one after another.

The battlefield has reached fever pitch, with an iron horse and a fierce roar, but a steely will clamping down on it.

At this time, the Huazhou Forbidden Army's defense line on the right was even more fierce, with corpses everywhere, no longer humanoid.

The sounds of despair and pain intertwined to form a hell on earth.

The bodies of the dead Song soldiers were wrapped in deformed iron armor and piled up on the battlefield, forming defense projects like piles of sandbags that even war horses could not cross.

This is a line of defense built entirely with human lives.

"Report! Your Majesty, the right wing defense line is in danger!"

When the war reached this point, Zhao Ning's heart became colder and colder, and even his voice became as cold as ice: "The first, second, and third armies on the right side of the sun will take over. Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed."

No mercy!"

"Follow the order!"

Zhang Shuye said: "Your Majesty, if we adjust again, the surrounding defenses may be insufficient!"

"I will let go and fight this battle with Zong Han today!"

At this time, Zhao Ning has become determined, even if the entire Imperial Guard army is annihilated here, he will not hesitate!

I just want to use this battle to tell the world clearly that the men of the Song Dynasty can fight a tough battle with the Jin army!

The three armies on the right side of the Japanese army advanced quickly, and once again formed a steel defense line at a speed visible to the naked eye on the right line that was about to collapse.

When the torrent of kidnappers and horses hit, the right line of defense shook a few times. Countless infantry soldiers were lifted up by the plow and fell on their companions, like shoveled dirt.

Many people's bodies were twisted and deformed in an instant, turning into twisted balls of flesh that fell to the ground in pieces.

There were even boys of seventeen or eighteen years old who were knocked down before they could swing the hammer in their hands.

The kidnapping horse charged forward crazily, but its speed became slower and slower.

Song Jun twisted the hammer and hit the horse's head and legs.

Others used their shields to block the iron hoofs, while their colleagues wielded their sabers and sabers to cut off the horses' hoofs.

The kidnap horse behind quickly collapsed and fell upside down.

Later, we turned around, reorganized, and re-attacked.

But the right-wing defense line also stood firm after the impact caused blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

At this moment, the forwards of the center army were being killed even more miserably. The corpses were piled up like mountains, and the people behind them rushed over and even tried to climb up.

Even when the Tianwu Infantry Corps faced the Jin Army's heavy armored infantry, they paid the price of two men killing one, and sometimes three men killed one.

This place has completely turned into purgatory.

The vanguard legion killed many people like blood, and many people's iron bones and iron spears were bent to the point of drawing.

After someone killed him, he hugged Jin Jun directly and was beaten to death by a chaotic hammer.

Someone accidentally fell to the ground and couldn't get up, so he hugged the enemy's legs and tripped the enemy down with force.

"Report! If Ali doesn't force himself, the army will be wiped out!"

"Report! The Khulumeng Security Army has been annihilated!"

"Report! Mandu Meng'an is asking for support!"

"Report! The hard army (the hard army is the Jurchen forward) asks for support!"

"..."

Facing the military report that came in the mail, Zong Han's dark color turned livid.

The Song army is dying on a large scale, but the Jin army is not much better!

Both sides suffered partial defeats, and the battlefield was completely chaotic.

Judging from the performance of the forward troops in the center, Guaizima failed to effectively attack and disrupt the enemy's formation.

As long as there is a stalemate, Zong Han has already lost from a strategic level.

Because he planned to defeat the Song army in one day, capture Zhao Ning alive, divide his troops and retreat to Taiyuan, try to control the situation in Shaanxi, and then march south to Bianjing.

Now that the battle is like this, even if he kills all the Song troops, the situation in Taiyuan Prefecture and the situation in Shaanxi will not be able to successfully support him.

He looked over, with anger burning in his eyes. He couldn't see Zhao Ning, but he knew that Zhao Ning must be watching him somewhere.

For Zhao Ning, the best way to consume Zong Han is to win.

It was a victory from the entire strategic level in the Third Song-Jin War.

Zhao Ning no longer cares about the gains and losses of a city or a pool, nor does he care about winning one or two wars.

Hundreds of thousands of people died in the battle in Shaanxi, and the center line was now reduced to a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. What did he have to worry about!
Chapter completed!