The air was filled with the smell of smoke and blood. Flames were still burning on the ground, and corpses were lying on the ground. Hysterical shouts, screams, sounds of running, and even cries were all mixed together.
The cavalry no longer dared to circle around and run towards the human wall of the Huaxia army. In front of them, rows upon rows of smoke rose up.
The warhorses tumbled as they ran, and the riders on them fell to the ground. The warhorses that weighed more than a thousand pounds broke the riders' bodies. Their bones were broken, and their flesh was crushed. Blood gushed out of the ruptured skin, and their companions behind them fell one after another.
At the moment of the all-out confrontation, Ning Yi was on horseback, looking at everything around him.
If this was in the movies of the future, at this moment, perhaps there would be grand and tragic music playing. The music might be called "The Twilight of the Empire" or "Heartless History" …
Hai Dongqing, who could not find his master, flew in the sky.
Wensa fell in a pool of blood.
He was indirectly tripped by the second round of rocket fire. His armor fell to the ground, and he fainted for a moment. When he woke up, countless buzzing sounds were going around in his head.
Warhorses with broken legs neighed and struggled on the side. In the distance, there were scenes of warhorses that had been blasted black, and the remaining flames were still burning on the ground. There were wounded warhorses and wounded men who staggered to their feet … He turned his head to look at the other side of the battlefield. The raging horsemen rushed towards the Huaxia army, and then, like a wave crashing into a reef, the warhorses at the front fell like a mountain, and more scattered like waves, running in different directions chaotically.
There was no specific reaction in his mind. Even the realization that it was over did not occur to him at this moment.
As a veteran general of the Jurchens, he had experienced countless battles. He had experienced victory and defeat, and he had also experienced climbing up from among the corpses of his companions. But at this moment, the sense of powerlessness that seemed real and illusory was something he had never experienced in his life.
That Han man named Ning Yi had revealed his incredible trump card. The 30,000 elite soldiers of the Great Jin Empire were now under his control.
This kind of understanding was actually mixed with more faintly discernible things. Before the battle started, it wasn't that the people in the army didn't know that Ning Yi might be lying — but at most, at most, they would only think that the 30,000 soldiers would be defeated and then regroup after retreating.
Thirty thousand Jurchen elites being swallowed by six thousand Black Flag soldiers — even in their worst imaginations, no one would discuss this possibility with their companions.
But what if it was true?
The smoke and flames, as well as his bloodshot vision, made it impossible for him to see the situation at the Great Xia army's position. However, he still recalled Ning Yi's cold gaze.
This Han who killed Marshal Ci Buliu in the northwest had turned his dream into reality on this day.
In that case, what would happen next …?
This thought flashed across his mind. Then, with his body stained with blood, he let out a roar in front of him. After protecting Bu Dagang, they wreaked havoc in the world. Wensa had heard the same cry many times in the mouths of his opponents. Some of them came from the battlefields of battle, and some came from the captives who had lost their families and lost their lives. Those blood-stained people with tears and despair in their eyes always made him feel his own strength.
At this moment, it was the first time he let out the same hysterical cry.
…
The human wall continued to advance in front of the bullets and turned into corpses. The flames of the bombardment formed a barrier for a time, clearing a burning area in front of the crowd. The shells blasted people's bodies into distorted shapes.
On this day, it could not be said that the Jurchen troops who participated in the battle lacked courage or chose the wrong way to deal with the situation. If one were to look at it from the back, it was admittedly a wrong choice to let Ning Yi choose the opportunity to cross the river and fight. But in the case of 30,000 versus 6,000, Wanyan Xibao's concession could only be regarded as a crime not of war.
In the face of technological advancement that had crossed a threshold, no matter who it was, there would always be someone who would be stabbed in the head. In the face of such a huge change, Xibao's immediate judgment and reaction was worthy of the standard of a famous general. It was impossible for him to order the 30,000 soldiers to turn back at the start of the battle. His only choice was to fight fast and break through the strange barrier formed by the opponent.
And most of the middle and low-ranking Jin generals also felt this sense of urgency the moment the bugle sounded.
At least in the first moment of the confrontation on the battlefield, the Jin soldiers launched a charge that could be said to be united.
However, some people's sense of fear was already born moments after the second round of rocket bombardment.
The second round of rocket bombardment was launched in groups of five. Seven groups of rockets, a total of thirty-five, landed in a row on the center axis of the thirty thousand soldiers in a short period of time. The rising flames even drowned out the sounds of the Jurchen army's charge. Almost every group of rockets drew a curve on the ground, clearing the crowd and sending people flying. The people charging at the rear would suddenly stop, and then they would be crushed and trampled on violently.
A group of rocket bombardment landed in the Jin artillery ammunition pile, forming an even more violent chain of explosions.
The central axis of the charge was suddenly thrown into chaos.
Some people were even subconsciously scared out of their wits.
On the frontline, the firing of more than four thousand muskets had also absorbed a lot of blood. In a short period of time, more than a thousand people had been shot, and nearly two thousand people had fallen. It was truly a magnificent scene, like a dam bursting and a flood sweeping across the battlefield. Such a scene was accompanied by a huge cloud of smoke and dust. The people at the back pushed forward in the blink of an eye, but the entire front line of the charge was actually distorted beyond recognition.
Usually, people who had been on the battlefield for a long time would get used to a saying. On the battlefield, ordinary troops would collapse if they lost more than 10% of their troops. Those who could bear 20% of their losses were elite troops, and those who could bear more than 30% of their losses without collapsing were strong troops that could dominate the world. But such a saying actually had its scope of application.
The difference between 10%, 20%, and 30% of their losses mainly referred to the losses that an army could bear in a certain period of time in a battle. Ordinary troops that lost 10% of their troops could still continue to fight after being regrouped, but such a ratio was not applicable in a continuous battle. In front of them, the revenge army that Xie Bao was leading, in terms of quality, was a strong army that could still fight after losing more than thirty percent of its troops in a normal battle. However, in the battlefield before them, this kind of measurement could not be used.
The damage at the first moment was too great.
The courage that was aroused at the first moment of battle would make people temporarily forget their fear and charge recklessly. But of course, there was a limit to this kind of courage. If something fiercely slammed down at the peak of courage, or if the charging soldiers suddenly reacted, the seemingly limitless courage would suddenly fall to the bottom of the valley.
The three rows of muskets carried out a round of shooting, followed by another round, and the surging army fell down like surging wheat. At this time, the 30,000 Jurchen people were carrying out a charge that was six to seven hundred meters long. When they reached the front line of a hundred meters, their speed had actually slowed down. Although the shouts were spreading through the sky, the soldiers who had not reacted still maintained their upright fighting spirit, but no one truly entered the line where they could engage in close combat with the Hua Xia army.
The Jurchen generals wearing heavy armor might still be at the back, but after the soldiers wearing light armor passed the hundred meter line — — or the fifty meter line, they were actually unable to resist the penetrating power of the muskets.
The muskets carried out several rounds of shooting mechanically. A small number of soldiers were injured by the flying arrows, and several muskets exploded during the shooting, injuring the shooters instead. But the others in the formation only loaded, aimed, and fired mechanically. After that, the third round of rockets was fired. Dozens of rockets drew a crooked line on the hundred-meter line where the Jurchen people were charging.
Fear could no longer be suppressed.
Some of the soldiers who rolled on the ground began to feign death, and some of the soldiers who were running in the crowd stopped as their legs gave out. They looked around, and even looked behind them. Chaos had already begun to spread. Wanyan Xiebao held his saber in front of him and shouted to the generals around him, "Follow me to kill the enemy — —"
Then, someone shouted, "Those who stop will die — —" This kind of shout certainly had a certain effect, but in reality, the charge at this time had completely lost the restraint of the formation, and the military law team also did not have the luxury to enforce the law.
In the Hua Xia army's position, Ning Yi directed the square formation of rockets, "Prepare three groups, draw a line at their retreat, and tell them that they can't leave — —"
After that, some of the Jurchen generals and soldiers launched round after round of attacks toward the Hua Xia army's position, but it was already to no avail.
Before noon, countless smoke and dust rose on the plains at the southern end of the Huan Bridge. The Hua Xia army's musketeers began to line up and advance, and the officer shouted to the front, "Those who surrender will not be killed." Rockets flew out from time to time, landing among the fleeing or attacking crowds. A large number of soldiers began to retreat toward the river. The position of the Huan Bridge was successively targeted by the rockets, and most of the Jurchen soldiers could not escape into the river because they did not know how to swim.
On the plains, groups after groups of people threw down their weapons and knelt down, and even more people tried to scatter and flee in all directions. Han Jing led a group of more than a thousand people on horseback to reinforce them. Although there were not many of them, they were more than suitable to pursue the fleeing soldiers.
Wanyan Xiebao's heroic charge did not have much of an impact on the battle situation. In fact, the only chance he had to place a bet was to choose between 'attack' or 'flee' at the beginning of the battle. And when he saw that the situation had collapsed, he did not immediately choose to flee — he had to at least make an effort.
Perhaps — he thought — there would still be a chance.
Many years ago, the incomparably weak Jurchen army had rebelled against the Liao Empire. Aguda had defeated seven thousand seven hundred men at Chuhedian with seven thousand. In fact, they had faced far more than seven thousand people. Later, they had defeated seven hundred thousand men at Hubu Dagang with twenty thousand men. At that time, how could the Jurchen people have any confidence in winning?
"When there is no certainty, I can only risk my life."
This was how the Jurchen people had walked through the many years of glory.
He prayed to the war song in his heart, and the light shone on the charging army. In the process of charging, Xiebao's warhorse was the first to be killed by a flying bullet. He fell to the ground and then fainted. Many of his personal guards tried to rush over to save him, but many were shot dead in the middle of the charge.
… …
My White Tiger Mountain God, roar!
I am the one who has defeated ten thousand men and is favored by the heavens!
… …
He then woke up once, broke free from the support of the people beside him, brandished his sword and shouted, "Charge!" Then a flying bullet hit his armor and he fell to the ground.
In a daze, he thought of his father, he thought of the country and people he was so proud of, he thought of his mother …
… …
The sun of the Nine Mountains of the South!
The upright and unyielding grandfather of the East!
Watch me — —
… …
The soldiers of the Huaxia army came over and grabbed him. After a brief inspection, they dragged him forward. The blood in Xiebao's heart faded a little. In this situation that he had never experienced before, he thought of the possible consequences. He struggled with all his might and began to shout hysterically. The soldiers of the Huaxia army dragged him through the black smoke rising from the explosion point. Xiebao raised his head and saw a man wearing a long military coat walking towards him.
This was Ning Yi.
This was also the first time he faced this demon of the Han people. His face was like that of a scholar, but his eyes were bitingly cold.
… …
Watch me — —
… …
"I … …"
Xiebao roared!
"… … I will kill you! You used evil magic! This is witchcraft — — "
His hands were tied behind him and his mouth was full of blood. His face was twisted and ferocious. His legs suddenly exerted force and his head was about to pounce on the other party and bite him. At this moment, even if he died, he wanted to scare the demon in front of him and let him understand the bravery of the Enlightened Lady.
The White Tiger God and the ancestors were singing for him. But the expression on the face of Ning Yi, who was walking towards him, did not change at all. He was still taking a step forward and his right hand was raised.
Almost at the same moment that Xiebao pounced, Ning Yi's heavy fist whistled out and hit the side of Xiebao's face.
The song in his head buzzed and stopped. Xiebao's body flipped in the air and fell hard to the ground. Half of the teeth in his mouth fell out and his mind was in chaos.
He turned around with difficulty and saw Ning Yi standing in front of him, looking at his face coldly. The soldiers of the Huaxia army came over and dragged him up from the ground.
"Don't let him die. I want to execute him on the spot in front of Wanyan Zonghan."
Before Xiebao could struggle again, someone dislocated his chin and then tied him up.
The battle at Bi Qiao started at noon on the 28th of February. It was not yet midnight, but the main battle had actually come to an end. It took two to four hours to clean up the battlefield. After midnight, Zonghan and the others in the Shiling Barracks received the first report from Bi Qiao. Wanyan She also shouted, "This must be fake. Tie up the messenger!"
It did not take long to confirm the report.
What followed was a feeling that he had never experienced before.
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