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Chapter 351 0348 [The good show is yet to come] Additional update

Yue Fei, who was beside Han Zhen, was already stunned at this moment.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

He had previously wondered why the Qingzhou Army showed an unparalleled confidence from top to bottom after learning that the artillery had arrived.

It was as if the 70,000-strong Jin Army were nothing more than chickens and dogs in their eyes.

Now, he finally understands.

This damn... is too fierce!

Goulon!

Yue Fei swallowed and looked at Han Zhen with even more awe.

Sensing his gaze, Han Zhen turned to glance at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yue Fei cupped his fists and said, "County magistrate, the last general is calling for a fight!"

"What's the rush?"

Han Zhen smiled slightly and said in a calm tone: "Where are we now? The fun is yet to come!"

……

Wanyan Loushi got up from the ground and shook his head vigorously.

Cries of death, screams, roars, cries, horses neighing... countless sounds intertwined in the ears.

After all, he was a veteran who had experienced many battles. After a brief period of confusion, he came back to his senses.

Looking at the horse jumping up and down, Wanyan Loushi suddenly pulled out the steel knife from his waist and slashed hard.

Swish!

The huge horse head fell down in response, and a column of blood spurted out along the broken part of the neck.

Bathed in the horse's blood, Wanyan Lou's room shouted loudly: "Keep fighting, all military governors obey orders. Anyone who escapes from battle will be killed! Anyone who disturbs the morale of the army will be killed!"

This loud shout made many female warlords wake up.

They all drew out their steel knives and slashed at the Jin army who were running around and screaming.

puff puff!

After killing hundreds of people in a row, he finally managed to stabilize the morale of the army.

Under the threat of the Jurchen warlord's steel sword, the Jin army gritted its teeth and continued to fight.

At this moment, another deafening loud noise came.

Wanyan Lou's room followed the sound and saw a thick plume of smoke rising from the tower.

There seemed to be a black thing, streaking through the air and heading straight for the Chinese army.

……

Chinese army.

Just as Wanyan Zongwang got up, he saw a black ball coming towards him.

Before he could react, a guard next to him was hit by a black ball, and his head exploded instantly.

Thick blood mixed with white brain matter splashed all over his face.

The remaining power of the shell continued, and it hit the second one, the third one...

It hit more than 20 people in a row before finally falling heavily into the ground.

hiss!

Looking at the bloody bodyguard on the ground, Wanyan Zongwang felt a cold air running down his tailbone and straight to his brain, and his scalp felt numb.

You know, he is now a full mile away from the city wall.

Even a three-bow bed crossbow cannot shoot this far, let alone have such power.

Boom boom boom!

Loud noises sounded one after another.

Nine consecutive artillery shells fell into the Chinese army.

In an instant, more than a hundred people died, including several Meng An Muke.

Meng'an Muke is the foundation of the Jurchens, equivalent to the middle-level general of Zhao Song and the brigade commander-level officer of the Qingzhou Army.

Wanyan Zongwang didn't have time to feel distressed. Now he had to find a way to save his life.

Who knows whether the next shell will hit him?

Wanyan Zongwang shouted: "Don't be chaotic, the Chinese army will retreat one...two miles in an orderly manner!"

He originally wanted to withdraw one mile, but he was a little worried, so he changed his mind to two miles.

Hearing this, the already frightened Jin soldiers immediately began to retreat as if they had received an amnesty.

The cavalry battalion on the flank was still in chaos.

In a short period of time, five to six thousand war horses escaped.

More than 5,000 Jurchen cavalry and horsemen were working hard to appease the remaining 10,000 horses.

The war horses neighed, and no matter how much the Jurchen cavalry tried to comfort them, there was nothing they could do.

Jurchen soldiers continued to be knocked down by frightened horses and trampled to death.

Seeing the Jurchen cavalry being trampled to pieces, Wanyan's mother's heart was bleeding.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and roared an order: "Kill the war horse!"

The war horse is gone and can be raised again.

But if the Jurchen cavalry is gone, then it is really gone.

The Jurchen tribe has a small population, so how can it withstand such a torment.

Hearing this, the Jurchen cavalry drew out their steel knives and began to slaughter the horses.

We can't do it without killing. There are already frightened war horses and they have begun to attack the Chinese army.

Just when Wanyan Zongwang led the Chinese army to retreat, the front army of the Qingzhou Army was already fighting with the front army of the Jin Army.

Different from the previous loose formation, the Qingzhou army at this moment was in a tight formation, with huge shields held high, forming a shield wall.

A spear with a hook and a sickle was thrust out from the gap under the shield. The head of the spear was hooked. Once it hooked the Jin Jun's leg, he pulled hard. The sharp hook and sickle can easily cut off the calf.

"Dong dong~dong~"

The sound of the war drums suddenly changed.

The leaders of the Qingzhou Army looked stern and shouted: "Get ready!"

The swordsmen behind the military shields took off their firearms one after another.

"Fire Thrower!"

A Qingzhou soldier took out a fire stick and lit the long fuse.

After counting seven times silently in his mind, he suddenly exerted force on his right arm and threw the firearm towards Jin Jun.

With a bang, a clay pot fell at the feet of a Jin Army.

The pot was obviously broken when it fell on the ground, but the straw rope wrapped around the outside kept the broken pot from falling apart and maintained its original shape.

"What is this..."

Before Jin Jun could finish his words, he saw the clay pot suddenly burst open.

boom!

Jin Jun was pushed to the ground by a huge force, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

There were seven or eight holes in his armor, and blood was flowing out.

A round of firearms hurling killed hundreds more.

At the same time, under the cover of shield soldiers, the left and right wings of the Qingzhou Army slowly spread out, like an eagle flying high.

Immediately afterwards, the shield soldiers suddenly retreated.

Revealing the field artillery at the rear.

Twenty-five field guns on each side of the left and right wings aimed at the Jin army and began to fire a salvo.

The Jin army fell down in rows wailing, and before they could recover, the Qingzhou army on both wings rushed forward, using hooks, sickles, spears and firearms to harvest the Jin army.

From the time of the battle to the present, in just a few minutes, the number of people killed in the Jin Army's front army has exceeded 3,000.

The key point is that the way these three thousand people died was too horrific. With a loud noise, more than ten or twenty people fell to the ground.

The 70,000 Jin army itself is a mixed army, including Liao people, Han people from Liao country, Song people, and Jurchens.

Under the leadership of the Jurchens, this group of Jin troops can indeed unleash amazing combat power.

But at this moment, the artillery and firearms of the Qingzhou Army completely destroyed the psychological defense line of the Jin Army.

This is no longer fighting, but lining up to die.

"Run!"

"Run!"

Countless Jin soldiers were so frightened that they threw away their weapons and shields, turned around and ran away.

"Don't run away, anyone who escapes will die!"

Wanyan Loushi led a group of Jurchen warlords, constantly wielding steel swords to kill the fleeing soldiers.

But there were too many escaping Jin troops and they couldn't be killed.

This is how an army is defeated, one spreads to ten, ten spreads to hundreds, hundreds spreads to thousands...

Like an avalanche, it is impossible to stop.

"Go back and fight!"

A Jurchen warlord wielded a steel knife and kept slashing at the defeated army, shouting in blunt Liao dialect.

Suddenly, a spear was shot from the chaotic crowd.

The Jurchen warlord was not paying attention for a moment and was stabbed in the chest.

Feeling the severe pain in his chest, the Jurchen Warlord's face was full of disbelief. He could not believe that these dog slaves dared to kill him.

However, the defeated army, who only wanted to escape for their lives, did not care about so many things.

Now he will kill anyone who dares to stop him from escaping!

The Jurchen warlord fell on his back, and the next moment, countless pairs of big feet stepped over him.

In the end, only a puddle of meat was left.

The 20,000-strong front line collapsed and scattered in all directions, including the generals and the central army.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhen had no trouble in his eyes and ordered: "The cavalry battalion attacks and penetrates the center of the Jin army."

Upon hearing this, the messenger immediately ran towards the cavalry camp.

Seeing Yue Fei looking ready to make a move, Han Zhen couldn't help but laugh and said, "You can go too!"

"Thank you, County Magistrate!"

Yue Fei was so happy that he immediately mounted his horse and went straight to the cavalry camp.

Rumble!

Liu Qi, who had been waiting in the rear, received the order and immediately led three thousand cavalry towards the Jin army's center.

Han Zhen continued to order: "The front army changes to the fish scale formation and continues to advance!"

The sound of the war drums changed again, and along with the flag language, the ordering soldiers from each capital immediately conveyed the general order to the capital.

Under the command of each captain, the original pure team formation was immediately transformed into a fancy dress formation.

Taking the capital as a unit, they were like fish scales, chasing the Jin army.

Dressing up in fancy dress is the Qingzhou Army's specialty.

What's more, the descendants who joined later were all from the Western Army, and the Western Army's colorful uniforms were also good at it. After only one or two months of training, they easily integrated into the Qingzhou Army.

Wanyan Loushi felt extremely aggrieved at this moment. He didn't want to retreat, but was dragged away from the battlefield by the raging defeated army.

If the defeated army of 20,000 people did not run with them, they would end up being trampled into a pulp.

(End of this chapter)