For thousands of years, legends of various gods have been on this planet, making people worship and longing for.

And the most shocking thing is flying.

The gods are in the ninth level of the sky, flying in the clouds, and traveling to the North Sea and Cangwu in the evening.

Such legends make people fascinated by leisurely.

So there were various worships and sacrifices.

But those are just imagination.

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

"That's a god!"

Someone was exclaiming.

Morale is wrong.

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

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

"The Song army is no longer able to do it. They are pretending to be a ghost and want to scare us!"

Xiao Yanxiong shouted: "Tell the soldiers that the gods are on the side of the Great Liao... Since the Great Liao suppressed the Song people a hundred years ago, the gods have always been on the side of the Great Liao, for His Majesty!"

He drew his long sword.

Knock!

With countless sounds of drawing swords, evil spirits soared into the sky.

This is the power of the collective.

This force temporarily suppressed fear.

Xiao Yanxiong pointed in front of the long sword, "For the Sorghum 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!

"It will win!"

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

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 his horse forward.

"Shen Long Map!"

Shen An took it and took out the paper.

"The Liao army placed 10,000 cavalry on each wing, which is the force to be used for the raid at the end, which is interesting."

Shen An threw away the bamboo tube and smiled and said, "Every move of the enemy is in our eyes, tell your brothers..."

He drew out his long knife: "For the Sorghum River!"

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

"For the Sorghum River!" Everyone shouted, and Yang Du seemed to smell a bloody smell.

The artillery is preparing.

He knelt on one knee on the side and kept measuring the distance. The preset distance of the artillery was 250 steps, and the enemy was constantly approaching.

"Prepare……"

He suddenly bowed his head and said piously: "The Heavenly Lord of Blessings... The Great Song Dynasty will win! Ignite the fire!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

With the dense explosion, the smoke rushed out of the muzzle.

The iron bullet flew straight out.

The Liao army, who was rushing, watched the black dots fly over.

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

Bang bang bang bang!

The iron bullet hit the war horse, and the cavalry on the horse's back felt that there was blood in front of them, and then the people flew out.

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

Flesh and blood splash.

A Liao army reached out to block the black spots, and then he was knocked out and there was no rest in the air.

Dozens of iron bombs created dozens of flesh and blood channels throughout the entire impact front.

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

Xiao Yanxiong's face was pale, and he felt that he had underestimated this thing.

The iron bomb landed and then rebounded.

The screams of the people became the main theme, and then the subsequent war horses rushed over and stepped on 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 Wuliang Heavenly Lord...light the fire!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The iron bomb flew over again, and the brave Liao army couldn't help but roar of fear.

Countless people lay on horseback, curled up in a ball, praying that the iron bullets would not hit them.

"The Song people ten years ago had no such things at all!" Xiao Yanxiong said coldly: "Ten years later, their firearms can change a fight, so we must take this opportunity to defeat them, and fight all the way to the south, and force the Song people to hand over the craftsmen to turn these firearms into the powerful weapons of the Liao Dynasty!"

"Divine Power Crossbow..."

In the Song army's formation, a general was screaming hard.

The huge crossbow formation has been formed.

Countless crossbowmen knelt on one knee and pointed the magic crossbow at the sky.

"Shoot the arrow..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The dense sound of pulling the crossbow actually overshadowed the sound of horse hooves.

Countless crossbow arrows formed a black cloud in the air and flew over.

"Song Army's crossbow arrow!"

The Liao army raised its shield.

Puff puff puff puff...

The crossbow arrow fell down like hail.

Countless enemy cavalry fell off their horses, and some were dragged by war horses and howled all the way.

More people were trampled to death by subsequent war horses.

The cannon was reloaded again.

This is the last round.

He yelled: "Terror!"

There is no need to play distance measurement at this time, it is just direct shooting.

"ignition!"

Boom boom boom 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 formation.

Shen An nodded: "Tell Wang Que that he is looking forward to him forming an insurmountable city wall!"

"The sword and axe...go forward!"

At this time, the swordsman was the city wall of the Song army.

The artillery was hidden in the middle, from intensive launches to sporadic sneak attacks.
To be continued...