Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound waves were accompanied by the flames, blooming under the sky for an instant.
People's bodies were pushed away, and blood spurted into the air. The aura of flames burned people's faces, and broken bodies smashed into the soldiers' faces. The war drums were still beating, and some people reacted and rushed forward while shouting. There were also people who were stunned by the sudden change. The unknown made people's hair stand on end.
The explosion of the twenty rockets formed an irregular curve that streaked across the formation of thirty thousand soldiers.
Then came hoarse shouts and the neighs of warhorses.
At the moment of the explosion, although it was powerful nearby, as the flames rushed out, the hard and brittle iron bullets sprayed out in all directions. In less than a breath's time, the story of the rocket had already ended. The flames burned on the nearby corpses, and there were people slightly further away who were sent flying. Then, it was the range of the shrapnel's influence.
The soldiers who were still moving forward were all covered in blood. Some were stained by the flying blood, and some were because the shrapnel was embedded in their bodies.
After the rules of physics were broken, the rules of biology took over. The pain didn't rise immediately after being shot. Because the explosion happened too quickly and strangely, the soldiers who weren't mentally prepared didn't realize their injuries until a moment later. Someone sat up from the ground. The flames burned the right half of his broken body. The shrapnel damaged his hands, feet, waist, and abdomen. He patted the charred parts of his body with his left hand in confusion. Then, his internal organs flowed out … More people around him screamed.
For these soldiers who were still moving forward, these things happened in the blink of an eye. They were still more than 2,000 Zhang away from the front. When the attack fell from the sky, some of them didn't even know what happened. Such a feeling was also the strangest.
The 3,000 horsemen who were lining up neatly along the river bank and slowly outflanking the south had the biggest reaction. The rockets instantly closed the distance between them and exploded six times. After the cannons joined the battlefield, almost all the warhorses had gone through early training to adapt to the noise and explosions. However, at this moment, with the eruption of flames, the results of the training were ineffective. There was a small-scale chaos in the horsemen. The running warhorses crashed into the nearby knights.
The vanguard of 5,000 Yan Mountain Guards led by General Xi Lie charged forward.
At this moment, the twenty explosions had yet to cause a great deal of chaos in the enormous formation of thirty thousand soldiers, and the Jurchen soldiers in the formation did not have a broad enough field of vision to overlook the battlefield. However, for the generals in the army who had been through hundreds of battles, the feeling of coldness and the unknown had already swept through the entire battlefield like a tide.
Xi Lie turned his head to look around. Wanyan Gulu stood up on his slightly startled warhorse and looked around. Xie Bao, who was under the Marshal's banner, turned his head to look around and noticed the explosion on the battlefield. Two of the explosions had occurred in the crowd about ten feet away from him. His sensitive bodyguards had already closed in on him. First, he saw yellow flames, then black charred corpses, and finally red blood. Further away, chaos was still taking place.
A cold sensation gripped him. At this moment, he was experiencing the most intense moment of his life.
The surroundings quieted down. His heart was beating wildly, and the flow of blood was counting for him. He raised his binoculars and looked behind him. Then, he turned to the front. In the distance, the Hua Xia army was still carrying out the long cylinder and placing it on a shelf. At the rear of the formation, the explosion at the furthest point had almost surpassed the soldiers at the very end. The bridge was at the end behind them.
The vanguard of the Yan Mountain Guards was one hundred and fifty feet away from the Hua Xia army. He was two thousand feet away from the strange formation of the Hua Xia army.
In the mountains more than ten miles away, the sound of battle could be heard.
That year, Wanyan Xie Bao was thirty-five years old. He was not an extravagant and lascivious person. From his usual performance on the battlefield, he had lived up to the Wanyan Clan's disdainful achievements and bloodline.
Because of this, his sharp, wolf-like intuition gave him countless results and almost the only way out.
"Order the whole army to charge."
He pulled the reins of his warhorse and looked forward as he spoke. A certain terrifying possibility was boiling in his mind, so much so that he could not even hear his own voice. The next moment, he pulled out his saber and shouted hysterically at the surroundings.
"Order the whole army to charge!"
There was a distance of more than two thousand feet between them. If two armies were to face each other, running at full speed over such a distance would directly weaken the morale of the army. However, there was no other choice.
Next to the I-frame of the Hua Xia army's formation, ten technicians were quickly using charcoal pens to write down numbers on a notebook, calculating the angle that needed to be adjusted for the next round of bombardment.
Further ahead, the cannons were loaded. The soldiers looked at the Jurchen soldiers running at full speed in front of them and adjusted the muzzles of their guns. Someone was exhaling heavily to stabilize their vision. An order came from the side, "Team One, get ready!"
Among the Jurchen vanguard, the soldiers pushing the cannons were also running at full speed. However, the possibility that belonged to them had been permanently lost.
Next to Wanyan Xibao, the soldier in charge of giving orders blew a huge bugle horn with all his might. The sound wave swept across the formation of thirty thousand people. The middle-level generals in the army who had been through hundreds of battles also looked around. They realized the impact of the unusual explosion just now. Because of this, the moment they heard the sound of the bugle horn, they understood and agreed with Xibao's choice.
This was an unusual moment that exceeded everyone's imagination. As soon as the technology that transcended time descended on this land, the first thing the opposing Jurchen army chose to do was to suppress their suspicions and the surging fear in their subconscious. Three breaths after the high-spirited horn swept, the earth began to shake.
Wanyan Xie Bao, who was riding on a warhorse, did not charge at the very front. As he shouted himself hoarse, the soldiers spread out from his field of vision like a swarm of ants.
The footsteps of the people ran on the ground. The dense mass of people was like a tide, like a huge wave, pressing in from afar. The horses on the river bank to the south of the battlefield quickly formed into groups and began to attempt to charge. The general of the horse army on this side was called Wensa. He had once faced off against Ning Yi in the northwest. At the moment when Ci Bushi was killed on the city walls of Yanzhou, Wensa had been watching the scene from below the city walls of Yanzhou.
In the few years before he went to the battlefield, he could find many reasons to view the Han man in front of him with disdain or with an equal attitude. And in the few days before this, he could also convince himself that this arrogant Han dog had finally gone mad when faced with the arrogant actions of 6,000 people facing 30,000 people. However, in the instant that the explosive object traversed nearly a kilometer across the battlefield and landed among the horse troops, this old Jurchen general, who already had half a head of white hair, clearly remembered the disdainful and cold gaze of the other party on the city walls of Yanzhou all those years ago.
The Jurchen Supreme Marshal Ci Bushi, who had dominated for half his life, was pressed against the city walls of Yanzhou by the soldiers of the Huaxia army. Marshal Ci Bushi was even struggling. Ning Yi watched coldly as the Zhong family soldiers raised their broadswords and chopped them down on the neck of the Jurchen hero. At that moment, they had chopped off Ci Bushi's head to pay tribute to the western army general, Zhong Lie, who would rather die than surrender.
At this moment, through his binoculars, Wensa could see that the cold gaze was already looking in his direction.
The horse troops were still in a state of chaos. The Huaxia army in front of them, who were armed with assault rifles, had formed a semicircle in a straight line. Some of them were still facing the horse troops on this side. Further away, on the metal frame, there were even more long metal objects being set up. Wensa led the rest of the vanguard that could still be driven and began to run.
The infantry's frontline had closed in by 300 to 200 meters. General Xi Lie, who was galloping along the side on his warhorse, saw the Huaxia soldiers drop their torches. The muzzles of the cannons spat out flames, and the shells flew into the sky.
"Heaven protect us!"
Xi Lie shouted at the top of his lungs. The charging generals also shouted at the top of their lungs. Amidst the sound waves, the shells fell into the crowd, and the explosions sent people flying high into the air.
After the large-scale use of cannons, the power of the formation had been gradually weakened. At this moment, the large-scale charge of the Female Enlightened Beings could not actually guarantee the compactness of the formation. But correspondingly, as long as they could get close, the Female Enlightened Beings would also throw flaming thunder to the front to ensure that the opponent could not take advantage of the formation. As long as they could cross this distance of less than 300 meters, the attack of 30,000 people would be able to engulf the 6,000 Huaxia soldiers in front of them.
Some of the soldiers were blown into the air while they were running. Some fell to the ground and tripped over their charging companions. But even so, the number of soldiers who were interrupted in their charge was still small.
The distance between them continued to close. After crossing 200 meters, after crossing 150 meters, some people drew their bows and shot arrows while running. On this side, the Huaxia officer's hand that was holding the flag did not waver. Some soldiers even glanced to the side. The arrows rose into the sky and flew back. Some people were shot, and they swayed and fell.
"Don't move — get ready!"
There was a bloody and oppressive smell in the shouts.
After crossing 100 meters, the command flag finally fell. Someone shouted, "Fire —"
The soldiers in the first row pulled the trigger. The muzzles of the guns rose along with the smoke. There were a total of 1,200 soldiers in the middle. 400 iron bullets rushed out of the barrels and flew toward the oncoming Female Enlightened Beings like a barrier.
Blood bloomed. A large number of soldiers fell to the ground while running at high speed. But there were still soldiers on the frontline who rushed through the barrage. The cannonballs came whistling. In front of them, the first group of Huaxia soldiers was squatting in the smoke and dust. Another group raised their guns.
"Second group! Aim — fire! "
Another four hundred bullets swept over, and more people fell as they ran. Another round of bullets followed.
A Jin Kingdom veteran with sparse hair but a strong and sturdy body rolled on the ground while running. He could feel something whistling past his head. He was a veteran of the Jurchen Dynasty who had fought with Lou Shi and even witnessed the destruction of the entire Liao Kingdom. However, at the moment of the battle on the bridge, he suddenly felt powerless in his right leg and fell to the ground.
The shield in his hand flew far away, and his body rolled on the ground — he tried not to let the steel saber in his hand hurt him. After rolling for two rounds, he gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but he felt pain and powerlessness in his entire right calf. He grabbed his thigh tightly, trying to see the injury on his calf. A body fell to the ground in his field of vision. It was his companion who had followed him in the charge. Half of his face had exploded, and red and yellow color splashed on his head.
The Hua Xia army's cannonballs were still flying over. Only then did the veteran remember to look at the situation around him. Amidst the chaos of human figures, countless people were falling, rolling, and corpses or wounded soldiers spread across the entire grassland. Only a few vanguard soldiers were within a hundred feet of the Hua Xia army's human wall, and that human wall was still raising their assault rifles.
At the same time, an even more terrifying thing flew over his head.
This time, the whole ground burst into a dense roar.
It was still a quarter past noon. The temporarily suppressed fear finally blossomed in the hearts of some of the Jurchen soldiers —
…
The second round of rockets was first loaded on three launchers facing the cavalry led by Wensa. This time, it was a full load of 15 rockets. At the same time, the other seven launchers were aimed at different distances of 300 feet in the middle of the 30,000 Jurchen army.
At this time, the cavalry that was trying to bypass the Huaxia army's frontline had already shortened the distance to 150 feet from the Huaxia army's position. However, they were unable to widen the gap in such a short period of time. The 15 rockets flew across the sky one after another, landing in the middle of the cavalry that was charging forward in a diagonal line.
Flames and shockwaves swept across the ground, and smoke and dust rose with a loud rumble. The warhorses were larger than humans, and when the shrapnel from the rockets swept out, six or seven warhorses nearby rolled to the ground as if they had been harvested. The warhorses closer to the explosions were riddled with bloody holes. The moment the 15 rockets landed, about 50 of them fell immediately. However, the area where the rockets landed was like a barrier. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred cavalrymen had formed a chain of rolling and trampling. Countless warhorses neighed and galloped on the battlefield. Some of the warhorses collided with their companions, and chaos spread in the huge cloud of smoke and dust.
In the direction of the infantrymen, more and more soldiers surged towards the two hundred meters away. Countless shouts shook the heavens and the earth. At the same time, 35 rockets with the name "Dijiang" launched a round of saturation fire at the Jurchen infantry. This was the first round of saturation fire, and almost all the technical soldiers of the Huaxia army were sweating profusely. The flames and shockwaves crisscrossed, and the smoke and dust filled the air, making it almost impossible for them to open their eyes.
The 35 beams of light were like dense fireworks rising into the sky in the future, pouncing on the sky above the bloodthirsty tide formed by the Jurchen. Everyone saw what happened next.
Thirty thousand people charged in hysterical shouts, and the dark scene and the earth-shaking shouts were so noisy that it made people feel dizzy. Ning Yi had participated in many battles, but after the Huaxia army entered the city, it was actually the first time that such a large-scale confrontation was carried out on the plains.
What flashed through his mind was the battle he had experienced outside Bianliang City many years ago. The Female Zhenren had rushed over, and hundreds of thousands of troops had retreated like the tide in the wilderness outside Bianliang City. No matter where he went, he could see his own people fleeing for their lives. No matter where he went, there was no army that could cause trouble for the Female Zhenren.
Now, it was thirty thousand such elite Jurchen soldiers who were pouncing hysterically in front of him.
"… What do you think they are shouting so loudly?"
"Kill your whole family."
"… Oh." Ning Yi nodded. "After this round of fire, have two launchers aim at Wanyan Xibao's marshal flag. If he wants to leave, kill him."
The shockwaves from the explosion spread out on the ground. In this kind of all-out assault formation, each rocket could take away the fighting strength of more than ten Jurchen soldiers — they were either killed on the spot, or seriously injured and rolling on the ground, crying out — and the thirty five rockets were fired at the same time, creating a vacuum of blood and fire among the sea of Jurchen soldiers.
Wanyan Xibao had completely understood what the things that streaked across his eyes meant. He didn't understand why the other side's second round of fire wasn't aimed at his marshal flag, but he didn't choose to escape.
Just when the entire vanguard of the thirty thousand troops was within a hundred meters of the Huaxia army, and the guns and cannons of the Huaxia army sounded, Wanyan Xibao was ready to fight for his life.
He was the son of the Jurchen, the hero. He wanted to be like his father, to seize a chance of survival from this world.
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