Chapter 1,752 A River of Blood

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For thousands of years, legends of various gods have emerged one after another on this planet, making people worship and admire them.

And the most shocking thing is flying.

The gods are high in the ninth heaven, flying on the clouds, traveling towards the North Sea in the dark sky.

Such legends make people fascinated.

So all kinds of worship, all kinds of sacrifices.

But those are just imaginations.

At this moment, a miracle appeared in front of the Liao people.

"That's a god!"

someone was exclaiming.

Morale is not right.

Xiao Yanxiong shouted decisively: "That's a blind trick! Use something to push it up!"

This explanation is very unreasonable, but it is also a comfort to the Liao army who worship Buddhism.

"Song Jun is in trouble. They are pretending to be ghosts and trying to scare us!"

Xiao Yanxiong shouted: "Tell the soldiers that the gods are on the side of Daliao... Ever since Daliao suppressed the Song people a hundred years ago, the gods have always been on the side of Daliao, for your majesty!"

He drew his long knife.

Choking!

Amidst the countless sounds of drawing swords, evil spirits surged into the sky.

This is the power of collective.

This force temporarily suppressed the fear.

Xiao Yanxiong pointed his sword forward, "For the Gaoliang River!"

This is a very morale-boosting slogan.

More than eighty years ago, they broke the backbone of the Song people here.

Today is no exception!

"Must win!"

The war horses neighed, and the Liao army began to charge into the formation.

The sergeant on the hot air balloon wrote quickly with a charcoal pen, then rolled up the paper, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, and threw it down.

The sergeant below picked it up and rode forward.

"Shen Long Tu!"

Shen An took it and took out the paper.

"The Liao army placed 10,000 cavalry on each wing. This is the force they will prepare for a surprise attack at the end. It's interesting."

Shen An threw away the bamboo tube and said with a smile: "Every move of the enemy is in our eyes, tell brothers..."

He pulled out his long knife: "For the Gaoliang River!"

He thought silently in his heart: For the broken spine!

"For the Gaoliang River!" The crowd shouted, and Yang Du seemed to smell the smell of blood.

Artillery at the ready.

He sacrificially knelt on one knee to the side and kept measuring the distance. The preset distance of the artillery is two hundred and fifty steps, and the enemy is constantly approaching.

"Prepare……"

He suddenly bowed his head and said devoutly: "The Blessed Immortal Lord... The Song Dynasty will definitely win! Light the fire!"

Boom boom boom boom!

Amidst the dense explosions, gunpowder smoke rushed out of the muzzle,

The iron bullet flew straight out.

The Liao army that was charging looked at those black spots flying over.

Some people even leaned over and stretched out their long knives, preparing to block the black spot.

Boom boom boom!

The iron bullet hit the horse, and the cavalry on the horse felt that their eyes were filled with blood, and then they flew out.

The iron bullet shattered the horse's leg and swept down the road.

Flesh and blood splattered.

A Liao soldier stretched out his hand to stop the black spot, and then the whole person was knocked out, and he died in mid-air.

Dozens of iron bullets created dozens of flesh and blood passages across the entire impact front.

"Scary thing! What kind of firearm is this?"

Xiao Yanxiong's face turned pale. He felt that he had underestimated this thing.

The iron bullet hit the ground and then bounced back.

The screams of men and horses became the main theme, and then the horses rushed in and trampled them into mud.

This is the battle formation.

Human life is just a number here.

Or a pile of flesh and blood.

The second round of artillery is ready.

"Fusheng Infinite Heavenly Lord...light the fire!"

Boom boom boom boom!

Iron bullets flew again, and the brave Liao army couldn't help but roar in fear.

Countless people lay on their horses, huddled together, praying that the iron bullets would not hit them.

"The people of Song Dynasty ten years ago did not have these things at all!" Xiao Yanxiong said coldly: "Today, ten years later, their firearms can already change a fight, so we must take advantage of this opportunity to defeat them. Fight all the way to the south, march to the gates of Bianliang City, force the Song people to hand over their craftsmen, and turn these firearms into powerful weapons for the Liao Dynasty!"

"Divine Power Crossbow..."

In the Song Army's formation, a general was shouting with all his strength.

The huge crossbow array has taken shape.

Countless crossbowmen knelt on one knee and pointed their divine crossbows at the sky.

"Fire arrows..."

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The dense sound of triggering the crossbow actually drowned out the sound of horse hooves.

Countless crossbow arrows formed a black cloud in the sky and flew past.

"The Song Army's crossbows!"

The Liao army raised their shields.

Puff puff puff...

The crossbow arrows fell like hailstones.

Countless enemy riders fell off their horses, and some were dragged by their horses, howling miserably all the way.

More were trampled to death by subsequent war horses.

The gun was reloaded.

This is the final round.

She Shen shouted: "Fight me!"

There is no need to play with range finding at this time, just direct shooting.

"ignition!"

Boom boom boom boom!

The iron bullet rushed straight over.

At this moment, the enemy cavalry was only a hundred steps away from the Song army's formation.

Shen An nodded: "Tell Wang Que that I hope he will build an insurmountable wall!"

"Axeman...forward!"

At this time, the swordsman is the wall of the Song army.

The artillery was hidden in the middle, and it changed from intensive firing to sporadic sneak attacks.

But Wang was standing in the middle.

The spring breeze blew in his face, blowing his gray beard.

His eyes widened, and a cry came from behind him: "Trebuchet... release!"

Song Jun's three-dimensional attack came.

Countless kerosene bombs and gunpowder cans flew out.

The flames were burning, and the enemy troops fell from their horses amid the explosions.

This is a Song Dynasty that Xiao Yanxiong has never seen before.

His eyes narrowed and he shouted: "It's just death today!"

He was afraid.

If such a Song Dynasty was allowed to develop, who would be its opponent?

The only way is to kill them before that happens.

Use various means to hinder their development and attack them.

"Go up!"

The generals around him were rejoicing.

Ahead, the Liao army was approaching the Song army's formation.

The horses were accelerating desperately. The cavalry no longer pitied their close comrades. They knew that if they were not fast enough, they would become targets.

"Fire the arrow!"

Behind, rows of archers lifted their fingers.

The arrows passed over the swordsmen and axemen in front, and the Liao troops in front fell off their horses one after another.

The men and horses rolled on the ground, and the following horses either slowed down or stepped on them.

This is a move to slow down the enemy.

Now it works.

Yang Du was panting. He felt that it was difficult to breathe. There seemed to be a ball of cotton wool blocking his lungs, making him gasp for air.

"What other tricks does Xiao Yanxiong have? Follow them all!" Shen An said calmly: "The crossbow arrows continue."

"Fire the arrow!"

The crossbow arrows used huge dark clouds to block the enemy's subsequent impact.

The war horses are getting closer.

The Song troops in front were all swordsmen and axemen.

"The Axeman..."

Countless swords and axes were raised high.

Countless Liao people raised their swords...

"Tiger!"

Countless sword lights flashed by, and a Liao man who rushed into the battle actually covered his eyes.

The battlefield seemed to be quiet for a moment, countless blood arrows were shooting, and the limbs of various people and horses were flying in the air...

The scream condensed in the throat, and was cut into pieces by the big knife.

Before the exclamation could be heard, the men and horses had already turned into powder.

"This is... the Axeman!"

Xiao Yanxiong only saw countless bloody lights. He took a deep breath and felt that his right eyelid was twitching fiercely.

"Yes, sir, the Song people have been using swords and axes to stop our attack."

"The people of Song Dynasty are short of horses. When they face the charge of our cavalry, they can only use flesh and blood to resist."

"This is courage."

Xiao Yanxiong had never commanded a battle of this scale.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't be stingy about sacrifice. Tell the soldiers to charge bravely."

Woohoo...

The trumpet call urged.

The eyes of the Liao people in front were red.

They stood on horseback with bows and arrows, and fought hard to kill.

The axemen kept swinging their knives, and from time to time someone was stabbed with a spear and fell down.

"Make it up!"

The reserve team that followed rushed forward, and someone dragged the fallen comrade out. Looking at the spear that had penetrated his lower abdomen, they turned away and shouted, "I can't survive with my brothers!"

The civilians from the rear came, carrying stretchers and carrying the injured soldiers to the center.

There is a place there that is undisturbed.

"Quick! Stop the bleeding!"

"Hold down! Hold down his arm!"

A doctor was directing the peasants to work.

The civilian husband tried his best to wrap the sergeant's broken arm with gauze.

The sergeant raised his head and howled miserably, but was firmly suppressed by two civilians.

"alright!"

All kinds of good medicines and all kinds of methods are used at this moment.

One of the doctors took a deep breath and said: "Shen Longtu said that if you save one more person, there will be one more warrior in the army. We are also serving the Song Dynasty."

"Coming, hurry up!"

The wounded were constantly being transported, and the doctors had no time to spare.

The swordsmen at the front faced constant attacks from the enemy, and the pressure doubled.

"The Axeman..."

Wang Que’s shouts still came.

Yang Du kept shaking, as if he was shaking.

The same was true for Xuchang. He said in a trembling voice: "Supervisor...how is it?"

Yang Dudu wanted to say that it was no problem, but he had only experienced small battles before, that is, harassment battles by the Xixia people.

He has never seen such a battle before.

Shen An was right in front. He was still giving military orders while watching the fighting in front.

"Prepare the cavalry on both wings to respond to the enemy's attack."

"Tell Wang Que that I need him to hold on for another quarter of an hour."

"Lancers ready."

"Powder cans and kerosene bombs ready."

"Tell everyone that the entire Song Dynasty is looking at the north and paying attention to this battle. We cannot lose!"

The fighting ahead has heated up.

The swordsmen were swinging their swords stiffly, and from time to time someone was knocked down by the Liao army flying towards them, and then the two sides fought and fought on the ground.

"Master Wang, Shen Longtu has orders, hold on for another quarter of an hour!"

Wang Que shouted with all his strength: "The swordsman and axe-hand... move forward..."

"If you advance, never retreat!"

The swordsmen and axemen moved forward together with heavy steps.

The sword was swung, and the enemy troops were beheaded, both men and horses.

Blood arrows were flying all over the sky, and the swordsmen and axemen were covered in blood.

The swordsmen used their flesh and blood to push the defense line forward.

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And the one who can withstand this nightmare is the Axeman.

Use infantry to counter cavalry.

This is a helpless move.

It is also an act that demonstrates bravery.

Yang Du said excitedly: "Who said Han'er was weak? This is our warrior!"

Han'er never lacks courage, even in the most lost times, they can still surprise the world.

"Good man!"

"I also want to be a swordsman!"

The spearmen who were on standby were excited.

The front has become a river of blood, and the swordsmen and axemen are getting more and more tired.

"Lancer!"

Shen An nodded.

"go ahead!"

"The swordsman retreats!"

The order was given, and the axemen swung their swords for the last time on the spot, and then retreated.