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.
The queue was actually not chaotic.
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 was a son of a Jurchen who escaped from China. After joining the army in Kaifeng last year, he was killed because of his strength.
He is very brave and highly valued by his superiors.
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 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 born generals. If such a person experiences two or three more fierce battles, he is likely to grow
He is the backbone of the army. But now, the fight between the two sides has suddenly become extremely fierce. On the entire contact line made of flesh and blood, martial arts and agility are useless, and he can't help himself 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 all 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.
He couldn't exert any force, and 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.
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It was the pheasant who was crawling and stabbing with the knife. The pheasant and the monkey used knives, and cooperated with the protruding eye who was good at using the spear. There were many insidious tricks. He was originally the sharp combination in the team; now the protruding eye
Even if they are dead, the pheasants and monkeys can still have a chance to perform in a close-range sudden attack through a shield.
The pheasant's thrust was fast and powerful. The blade penetrated the Jurchen's lower abdomen, and the 1-foot-6-inch straight blade sank completely into his body. It was unknown how many internal organs it had 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.
He was worried that the silk ribbons of his armor were 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 grow out of my belly?
No, it didn’t grow out, it was stabbed in!
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. As the huge head flew in the air, he was still angry.
Open wide.
The two sides fought frantically at such close range, and the monkey rushed half a step away, taking a huge risk for himself.
The person who has been pushing the Jurchen holding the iron rod from behind is a dark-faced soldier. He is charging so fiercely that he is using the body of his companion as a shield. At this time, the body has become a headless corpse. What he did Still the same, just keep 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 thrust his gun straight, a trembling arrow suddenly appeared on his forehead. , 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, but his brain was still functioning well, and he kept shouting: "Thank you, general!"
Later, Liu Ran ignored him and continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows randomly. He only heard the sound of the bowstring. In the blink of an eye, five or six armored warriors fell in the ranks of the Jin army. The momentum of the wild shouts and killings in front of them 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 sounded very soft. Liu Ran listened twice and then understood what he meant.
"This damn thing...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 are on this front!" "
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 leader of the soldiers following Liu Ran Sun Huzi's reaction was a little slow, and his thigh, which was not protected by the armor and stomach, was immediately hit by an arrow.
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 fired continuously in the direction where the arrows came from. 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 ourselves, and there is only a thin line between life and death. When the morale of the two armies is high, they continue to surge forward. The queues form a crisscross state again and again. As a result, 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 horizontal formation is originally separated by a distance. This is to facilitate the cavalry's galloping attack. Maybe it's a trap, maybe not. At this moment The Jin army ignored so many people and rushed in with force, taking the Chinese army directly.
In that direction, they passed by the position where Ding Haijun fired iron artillery. When monk Wanyan Chen broke in earlier, there was already a commotion in the formation. Now several captains rushed in one after another, and Ding Haijun's military formation was as if it were burning in high-temperature oil. 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 martial artist 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, it has 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 silk threads in a tough net.
distinct.
Although the Jin Army's attack was fierce, it showed a desire to mess up the battle and mess up the battle. In many cases, no command could be seen, only officers shouting wildly to join the battle, and then disappeared into the layers of defense formations.
In a bush about two miles away from the battlefield, Zhao Fang, still wearing a broad robe, but with an extra 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 Prime Minister Shi had ordered to confront the enemy with the Dinghai navy coalition and eliminate a century-old trouble in one fell swoop. However, the 20,000 Song troops stationed in Zhuxian Town have not been moved.
He, the commander, brought some cavalry out to have a look.
As an ally of Ding Haijun, he saw that Ding Hai Hai was in good order, but he did not seem happy.
