In the afternoon, Wanyanba Lisu's army was only ten miles away from Yang Zaixing.

Neither party made a move.

On the contrary, the scouts kept close contact with each other.

Except for Dingshan Mountain, this area is basically flat land, and Dingshan Mountain is just a small hill. It is basically impossible to ambush an army.

In the early morning of the sixth day of July, the Jin army broke out of camp and advanced towards Yang Zaixing with high morale.

"Report! Du Tong, the Song army is already in formation!"

"Didn't run?"

"No!"

"Then where is Han Shizhong's department?"

"It was detected yesterday that Han Shizhong's troops were advancing towards our rear, but they were still fifty miles away."

"Fifty miles away." Wanyan was overjoyed, "If you want to divide your troops to seduce me, the main force won't be able to keep up. The Song Army is still suffering from the same old problem!"

What he said about the Song army's old problems was that in the first and second Song-Jin wars, Hebei and Hedong were defeated, and the three great generals of the Song Dynasty were destroyed. A large part of the reason was internal discord, each acting in its own way, and the Jin people quickly

destruction.

At this time, in Wanyan Balisu's view, there was a problem with Han Shizhong's internal unified command.

This is a taboo for military strategists.

"I can completely wipe out the Song army in one day!" Wanyan Bali quickly waved his hand, "The whole army attacks!"

Not long after, the Song army, which had completed their formation, saw a long black mark in the mist, approaching here.

The tranquility of the early morning was broken by the increasingly clear sound of footsteps. The Jin army was armored and armed with strong military appearance. They came in formation and were fierce.

Not long after, the scout sent intelligence: "Report! Commander Yang and Zhang Canjun, the Jin army is approaching our army, with about 30,000 troops in front and behind!"

"Three times our military strength?" Zhang Jiefu frowned slightly, his voice a little solemn, "Brother Yang, this battle..."

"This battle will be fought head-on today!" Yang Zaixing pulled the reins, and the war horse neighed. Yang Zaixing, dressed in iron armor, ran forward, "Why are you timid in fighting? How many Jin men have come? How many will I, Yang, kill today?"

Faint, kill until the ground is dark!"

I saw this young man wearing silver armor riding through the large army, followed closely by the personal guards.

He reached the front of the infantry.

The vanguard consists mainly of infantrymen and crossbow archers.

"Young men! The gold thief is here again!" Yang Zaixing's voice was like a red bell, and the red tassel flying in the air was like a blazing flame. "The last time was in Hebei! I haven't killed enough! They ran away.

Got it!"

In front of him were rows of soldiers also wearing iron armor, each of them standing tall and straight, with firm eyes, forming a line.

The iron armor covered with traces was flowing with brilliant luster under the morning sun, standing there like steel statues.

The entire team gave people an immovable and majestic pressure.

Yang Zaixing raised his iron gun and shouted loudly: "This time, we will kill everyone!"

His voice was like thunder vibrating in my ears.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

Earth-shaking shouts rang out across the vast plain, as if a torrent was spreading in all directions.

The horns of the Jin Army in front also sounded, echoing in the sky, causing the birds in the jungle to fly away.

The aura of Xiao Sha surged up and surged over like an overwhelming force, covering a radius of more than ten miles.

The elite of the Jin people spread out on the plain.

This new empire seemed to have an endless supply of troops. They brutally squeezed the foundation left by the Liao Kingdom and forced one farmer after another to the battlefield.

Just like a teenager who has not yet completed socialization, he maintains strong energy and must use all his strength.

On the opposite side, this empire, which was founded more than a hundred years ago, has been painfully losing its former decadence step by step after going through ten years of bloody restructuring, blooming with new vitality and glory.

The sun jumped up from the eastern sky, covering the plains and mountains with morning glow and glory.

In the morning breeze of midsummer, the iron horses of the Jin Army galloped out from both wings amidst the passionate sound of horns, like a sharp steel fork.

The thunderous war drum seemed to sink the earth as well.

For a moment, the brains of countless people went blank, and they could only feel that the blood in the blood vessels in their bodies seemed to be boiling amidst the surging drums.

Not long after, the sound of rumbling iron hoofs rolled in from both sides. The soldiers on horseback were agile and powerful, and before anyone arrived, the arrows rained down.

The loud sound of horns rose above the cloud-like banners of the Song army. The two-winged Shenwu cavalry was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and its armor was like dragon scales. Amidst the roar of iron hooves, it rushed towards the Jin army's crippled horse.

That majestic momentum, like wind or tiger, roared in the rain of arrows from the golden man.

In an instant, the weapons of both sides collided.

The Guaizi Horse, which the Jin people were proud of, was immediately blocked by the Shenwu Army's cavalry, thirty meters away from the left and right flanks of the Song Army, and was unable to advance any further.

Before the Jin army could take action, the charge horn of the Song army's central army had already been sounded.

The forward armored infantry formed a neat formation, armed with iron shields, swords and axes, and formed square formations on the plain. Like solid iron blocks, they began to move forward, shaking the ground as if it was sinking.

Small animals miles away were so frightened that they wandered around.

The power unleashed by these thousands of infantrymen seemed to overwhelm the tens of thousands of Jin troops.

Not to be outdone, the Jin Army's forwards also wore armor and advanced quickly.

The queue looked like rows of giant steel waves. Every time they took a step forward, their momentum surged, as if they were going to crush everything in front of them.

The two sides got close, and after a brief and intense exchange of arrows, they charged directly into each other.

I saw the infantry armor of the Shenwu Army at the front swiping at him with an axe, and actually whipped a Jin Army armored soldier in front of him into the air.

Dragon-like veins burst out from the Song Army's forehead, and his thick arms seemed to burst the iron armor.

He let out a beast-like roar, stood the shield in his left hand in front of him, and quickly hit the head of a golden soldier with the ax in his right hand.

boom……

That cry of steel seemed to have echoed for a long time in the chaos of war.

Time also seemed to have stopped. Drops of blood moved in the steel forest, splashing on the old dents of the armor, and the laments of life disappeared in the violent torrent.

However, time seems to be passing quickly, and every life is fading away without leaving any trace.

It was only a frontal encounter, and the combat capabilities of the forwards on both sides were already comparable.

The Jin people did not know, at least this Jin army did not realize that the Song army was generally becoming stronger after years of war.

And the Song army they faced today was the most powerful one trained in Purgatory.

It is a branch that can break mountains and split seas.
Chapter completed!