Amid the rapid sound of trumpets, and amid the rapid waving of flags, both the Liao army in the forest and the canyon road understood the commander's intention and began to retreat to the exit south of the mountain gorge. However, their actions were also blocked. The Liao soldiers on the mountain naturally had to face the crazy pursuit and obstruction of the Jin soldiers in the rear, while the Liao soldiers below became even more chaotic because the "enemy" in front of them were all their tribe members.

They, who were supposed to be in a good team, were already mixed with these tribe members who had already panic, almost filling the entire valley. Every time they moved forward, they would consume a lot of effort. What made people feel even more powerless was that they were still unable to make up for the tribe members who were blocking their progress. They could only carry them forward and move forward in a zigzag manner, far from being compared with the troops above.

The Yelu Dashi's troops, located in the middle of the ridge, retreated smoothly. At least the attacks of the Jin soldiers could not threaten them. And those who could be left by him to listen to them were naturally all the elites of the Liao army. Even in such a harsh environment, they still maintained their calm and flexible skills, protecting him to retreat quickly, and constantly approaching the southern exit.

However, during the retreat, Yelu Dashi's heart was already in a mess, and too many questions kept hovering in his mind - why did the Jin soldiers who were supposed to be in trouble become their own Liao people? Why did this elite Jin army stay in the fortress as if they had known they had set up an ambush here before they could come out from the rear after the Liao army was released? Where did the main forces of the Jin army go? How did they guess that with this move, what kind of variables will arise next?

He could not find the answer to countless questions at this moment, so he could only run south in a hurry, and at the same time he felt more and more fear: - If there was a problem with the Jin soldiers, what about the Song people? Will the Song army, which had promised to cooperate with the Great Liao, suddenly turn the finger and attack him at this moment? Or, everything here is a situation set up by the Song and Jin countries to completely wipe out their own troops? If this is true, will he lead his troops out and face a greater killing disaster?

Yes, when such a change occurred, Yelu Dashi immediately chose to flee south because there were still Song army ambushing there. In order to deal with the Jin soldiers, the Song and Liao sides set up a huge pocket array this time and sent more than 100,000 troops here. In addition to the 50,000 or 60,000 Liao troops on the mountains on both sides, there were 50,000 or 60,000 Song troops waiting for the enemy at the exit in the south.

But now, the doubts in his heart made Yelu Dashi even more frightened. If the worst result really happened as he thought, the Liao Dynasty would be doomed! But at this point, they had no choice but to bet that the Song people did not betray them, and they had to move forward with their imagined allies.

Finally, the team that rushed to the front had already run out of the valley entrance. With their shouts, there were continuous drums and whistles at the quiet valley entrance, flags were waving, and soldiers were gathering. It was the Song army that began to react. What made Yelu Dashi breathe a sigh of relief was that the Song army did not attack his subordinates at this critical moment, but quickly sent troops to respond, and a large number of troops set up formations at the entrance of the valley to deal with the Jin soldiers coming from behind.

Fortunately, the Song people were still reliable, but their plan had a problem and was discovered by the Jin people, which led to the failure of the ambush battle, which made the family's formation. When Zhong Shizhong saw this scene, he was stunned for a while before calmly giving orders. Then, one by one, the catapults hidden in the woods behind began to move forward continuously and lined up at the foot of the mountain. Behind them were countless busy Song troops, beginning to carry out the work of loading shells in an orderly manner. But what was strange was that this time they loaded the net pockets of the catapults behind the catapults, but the black clay pots and a large number of fist-sized ceramic bottles.

As their continuous preparations, Yelu Dashi also led his troops to run down from above. His face was filled with annoyance and anxiety. He shouted at the Zhong Shizhong: "General Zhong, the Jurchens are too fast, we have to find a way to deal with it..." Speaking of this, his eyes fell on the catapults in amazement: "You have only prepared these, don't you plan to use heavy troops to defend?"

"Not used, these weapons are enough, especially now that the enemy is still in the mountains and forests." Mr. Zhong's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he spoke decisively: "My Song soldiers' methods are much higher than those you imagined by Dashi Linya!"

"Report - the enemy's army is only three hundred steps away from me!" A soldier who was specifically observing the distance behind shouted loudly. Shi Zhong, who heard this, didn't bother to explain to Yelu Dashi anymore, so he just ordered decisively: "Light!"

At the rear, the soldiers had already lit the net bags filled with ceramic bottles, while the catapults with clay pots suddenly bounced up in a shout, throwing hundreds of clay pots into the air, and bombarding the Jin soldiers who were constantly approaching the ridges on both sides.

After these clay pots were thrown in the air, the other catapults also threw out the porcelain bottles in the net pockets, followed closely behind, falling down like raindrops.

"Can these things be done?" Yelu Dashi was puzzled when he saw this scene. Not only him, but the Liao army who had just escaped from the valley, were not very confident and said similar words in his heart, but their eyes were still following the bottles and jars to see what medicine was sold in the Song people's gourds.

Wanyan Moli's face was covered in ferociousness, and he was leaping forward like a cheetah in the forest. The uneven ground on the mountain, the plants and strange rocks that were rising everywhere were completely different from flat grounds. Because since he became sensible, he had followed his father to hunt bears and tigers in the white mountains and black waters with such outstanding skills. He had fought countless times and had long been used to such Mercedes-Benz.

Like him, the thousands of Jin warriors in the rear were also moving forward at full speed, and they could still have the energy to slaughter the Liao soldiers who were behind like pigs and sheep. These Liao people were really ridiculous. They really thought that setting up an ambush here would defeat the Great Jin warriors he led? This time, he wanted the Liao people and the Song people hiding behind the valley to know the power of the Jin warriors, so that they could use their lives and blood to confess, so that they would know what the end would be to betray the Jurchens!

"There should be tens of thousands of soldiers in the Song army ahead, but don't be afraid. We used to be able to defeat tens of thousands of Liao troops on the battlefield. The Song people were even more unbearable than the Liao people. They would definitely collapse at the moment of fighting with us. Next is our killing time!" When Wanyan Moli saw the Song army who was already waiting for the valley entrance, he roared loudly, cheering for the soldiers behind him.

This immediately caused a clamor from the Jin soldiers behind. Everyone began to howl, and their charges were faster, like wolves who were extremely hungry to see their prey, like arrows that were broken away from the string, galloping at full speed, moving forward. Even if they saw countless black shadows roaring, they were still fearless - weren't it just some stones, how much damage could these weapons cause in this mountain forest?

Wanyan Moli even sneered at the corner of his mouth, and even muttered in his heart: "A Guda is still too cautious. He actually adopted Wu Shu's strategy. It's such a waste. If our entire army attacked this time, it would be enough to kill all the Song and Liao soldiers in front of him. This time he could only kill them and could not enjoy it!"

Just when this idea came to mind, a bang sound was already around, but this did not slow down the Jin soldiers, because the cans that fell first did not cause any damage to the Jin soldiers. Most of them hit the dense branches and trunks, and they all turned into pieces. Even if there were any missing nets, they would only break the heads of a few soldiers, and their lethality was too small.

“What does it taste…”

"What are these jars? Why are they sticky..." Some soldiers were stained with liquid on their heads and bodies, and they felt a little strange.

Their shouts were just around the corner, and another group of black shadows had fallen, looking much smaller than those clay pots, but there seemed to be a fire on them.

"This is..." Jin Bing looked at the falling bottles in surprise, and some people subconsciously slashed them.

"Bang - Boom!" Just as the knife hit the bottle, the fire burst out and exploded. First one, then one piece, hundreds of bottles exploded beside the Jin soldiers, and then countless tiny iron sands erupted everywhere. Driven by the potential energy of the gunpowder, they shot through the body of the Jin soldiers who were defenseless and had only simple clothes.

The hundreds or thousands of Jin soldiers who were at the forefront suddenly fell down like rag bags, and at the same time, screams were even more terrifying at the ridges on both sides. Even the brave warriors, even when they were hit hard, would make heart-wrenching screams. As for the Jin soldiers who were just thinking about killing the enemy and making meritorious contributions, and did not care about the Song army at all, his face had been shot into a sieve by tiny iron sand. He could not even scream and died in his pool of blood.

Almost in an instant, the elite Jin army was completely in chaos, and the momentum of rushing forward was completely stopped, and everyone ran around like a headless fly.

Then, a more terrifying scene happened. The flames brought by the explosion had already ignited the diesel that had just flowed out of the clay pot. Almost after a few short breaths, this forest had become a sea of ​​fire, and the fire spread with it, spreading straight towards the two ridges like two fire dragons, and swallowing all the Jin army in...
Chapter completed!