"Fight, this is your moment of glory!"

In the camp of the Northern Expedition Army, Yang Feng stood on a wooden platform and shouted excitedly.

In his hand was a giant bow that was nearly two meters high. At this time, his arms were completely consumed. In addition to the less than a hundred bullets for Han Ying to play, there were only a few small bombs left, that is, he would blow up the city gate. All other machine guns and RPGs were made into decorations. Fortunately, he could also play his elf prince. This giant customized recurve bow with a pulling force of at least half a ton does not require modern ammunition.

Bales of giant spear-like arrows were at his feet.

"kill!"

Behind the chest wall below, accompanied by the rumbling drums, all the Red Turban soldiers roared wildly at the same time.

A mile away from them, teams of Jin troops wearing heavy armor, holding heavy large shields, holding tomahawks and even hammers were moving forward. Behind these heavy armored infantry were archers holding strong infantry bows, and behind the archers were cavalry waiting in line. The heavy infantry would clear the antlers under the cover of the archers, open enough gaps in the chest wall of the Red Turban Army, and then the cavalry were responsible for subsequent rushing, which was the standard tactic for attacking the camp, but it was obvious that these Jin troops in Liaodong did not know that this would not work.

Because there is barbed wire on the outside of the chest wall.

And inside the chest wall is a cannon.

"Kill, use the blood of the Jurchens to wash away the shame of Jingkang, kill, use the head of the Jurchens to pay tribute to millions of dead elders, kill, use the corpses of the Jurchens to pile up the majestic monuments of China, kill, go thousands of miles to your homeland, behind you is the sea, above you is the blue sky, and ahead of you are all enemies, only kill, keep killing, killing, killing, killing your myths."

Yang Feng roared.

At the same time, the bowstring in his hand was released.

In the rebound of carbon fiber and memory alloy, a sharp arrow thicker than the thumb suddenly flew out with a striking red tail feather, instantly flying over a distance of 300 meters, accurately penetrated a Jin army officer, pushed his body and took a step back, and in his scream, he penetrated the body of the second Jin army.

The roars of the Red Turban soldiers became even more fanatical.

"Open fire!"

The next moment, Wei Sheng's roar sounded.

At the shooting port reserved on the chest wall, a hundred blazing flames erupted with thunderous sounds of cannons. One hundred solid bullets crashed into the Jin army fiercely with a harsh roar. The shield that could block the divine arm bow and crossbow arrows instantly shattered under the impact of the shells. The shells that had almost no blockage were like smashing porcelain, and continued to move forward in the Jin army with countless splashes of blood and flesh. One shell even penetrated the entire heavy infantry formation of the Jin army. On both sides of the path where the shells flew past, blood and broken dead bodies were paved into blood-red passages.

The heavy infantry of the Jin army began to hesitate.

In the cavalry formation behind them, Wanyan Zongyi waved forward.

The cavalry lined up began to move forward.

The heavy infantry had to continue to advance.

At this time, the giant arrows in Yang Feng's hand were still shooting and killing Jin army officers. Standing on the platform, he was wearing golden plate armor with his back facing the eight-sided war drums, and behind him, he was flew with a scarlet cloak, holding a giant bow and firing like a god-like arrow, nailing a Jin army officer to death on the way forward.

The sun shines on his golden armor dazzlingly.

Just half a minute later, when the heavy infantry of the Jin army was still 250 meters away from the chest wall, they immediately started running wildly. A Jurchen warrior who was carrying dozens of kilograms of armor and weapons suppressed his fear and tried his best to step forward. At the same time, he kept roaring and trying his best to narrow the distance between him and the target. But at this moment, all the cannons that had been loaded roared again, and were still solid bullets. Relying on the terrifying kinetic energy, the ten-kilogram iron ball flying close to the speed of sound was raging in the Jin army like a nightmare, and there was a splash of flesh and blood everywhere.

But the heavy infantry of the Jin army was still advancing.

Soon the distance entered one hundred and fifty meters.

One hundred cannons ejected the third round of flames.

But this time it was a shotgun.

Four thousand and eight hundred projectiles that were almost bigger than lychees were hit in the middle of the Jin army like a storm. While piercing through the shield, they also pierced the bodies of the Jin soldiers. The Jin soldiers lined up with dense attack formations, like the wheat fields that were about to be harvested suddenly encountered a strong wind, and immediately collapsed. The dense corpses piled up into a terrifying wall of corpses in the blink of an eye, and the piles of dead bodies flowed across the battlefield with blood flowing across the battlefield.

The remaining Jin infantry finally couldn't bear the fear in their hearts.

They turned around and tried to escape from this terrible hell, but the cavalry lined up behind them and pressed forward could not understand their fear. The direct shells did not fall among the cavalry. The orders of Wanyan Zongyi and the hatred aroused by the Red Turban Army made these cavalry still faithfully perform their duties and constantly drive forward the infantry toward the antlers.

Poor Jin infantry, they had to step on the bodies of their companions and continue to move forward.

Then there was the fourth round of artillery and the fifth round of artillery. When the 10,000 infantry of the Jin army finally arrived at the antler formation, more than 3,000 people had already fallen on the way to attack. However, their nightmare had just begun, because they suddenly found that the antler in front of them could not be moved away. Not only were they half buried underground, but there were also vicious wires with spikes in the middle. Unless the wire was cut, they had to drag one to move one. The Jin army infantry who were frightened in the center of the cannon bombardment had to stop and look at the chest wall in fear while doing their best to deal with this ghost thing. At this time, they were less than fifty meters away from the chest wall of the Red Turban Army.

There were a hundred cannons loading ammunition there.

But there are not only cannons there.

"put!"

Wei Sheng shouted proudly.

Three thousand divine arm archers pulled the trigger at the same time.

Amid the sound of the bowstring, three thousand crossbow arrows with armor-breaking arrows flew rapidly like a shadow, hitting densely on the Jin soldiers. The hydraulic forging hammer repeatedly beat the steel armor-breaking arrows, which were heat-treated, broke through layers of iron armor with the kinetic energy of the string and then penetrated the Jin soldiers' bodies.

Amid the dense screams, countless Jin soldiers fell on the barbed wire.

The next moment, the one hundred cannons that had been loaded also roared again, and 4,800 projectiles swept across the Jin army, and then there were volleys of the three thousand divine arm archers. The cannon shots and the divine arm archers alternated in turn, creating killings in the Jin army. The firepower projection dominated the battlefield. The Jin army infantry, blocked by deer antlers and barbed wire, fell into the flowing blood under two rounds of violent attacks in half a minute.

Until now, they have not killed a Red Turban soldier.

Although the archers behind them were also shooting, the arrows shot like this could not penetrate the heavy armor of the Red Turban Army.

Three minutes later, the Jin army infantry collapsed.

They ignored the angry scolding of the cavalry behind, screaming like crazy, and ran backwards, rushing down the archers who were covering them, and even rushed towards the cavalry in panic. Wanyan Zongyi, who was commanding the cavalry, roared his sword and killed the deserters with his own hands. The cavalry under his command also picked up his spear and drove forward, trying to stabilize the formation again. However, everything was futile. More than half of the casualties completely destroyed the courage of the infantry. The frightened Jin infantry now only had the word "escaping". Wanyan Zongyi and the cavalry worked tirelessly, but they could only watch the entire formation collapse.

And at the same time, in the Red Turban Army's camp, six small cannons with strange shapes raised their heads.

Mortar.

Twenty kilogram mortar cannon.

The artillery carefully loaded ball-shaped shells into the barrel, and then made the final aim. With the order from an officer next to him, all the gunners immediately pestled the fuse into the ignition hole. With the sound of bullets, six ball-shaped shells rushed straight into the sky, but unlike the shells of field guns, there were still vague Mars and gun smoke behind these shells...

This is a flowering bullet.

Just casting a hollow sphere of pig iron, Dai Zi could have been made in the Kangmazi era, and of course Yang Feng could have also been made in this era. Six ball-shaped flowering bullets dragged the fireworks burning in the wood pipe fuse, and rushed straight into the sky like six fireworks. After reaching the trajectory, they suddenly fell down. Before Wanyan Zongyi and his subordinates could react, they smashed into the middle of the cavalry with a whistling sound. The next moment, six balls of flames exploded, and the explosion impact and splashing shrapnel instantly harvested the lives of the surrounding Jin cavalry.

This is not scary.

After all, a twenty-pound ball cannot hold much black gunpowder.

It would be great if six shells could kill more than a dozen people, but what was terrible was the loud thunder-like sound. The first time I encountered such a terrible loud noise at close range, especially the smell of gunpowder, the Jin army war horses, which had the smell of gunpowder, immediately became restless, and some even began to roar, regardless of their master's control.

Then the second round of shells fell.

Then the third round of shells fell.

...

The shells that exploded beside him every half minute finally made the cavalry's most feared thing happen.

Their war horses were shocked.

From a certain position, hundreds of war horses frightened by the huge explosion of the flowering bombs ran wildly without their control. Amid their impact and continuous explosions, the chaotic range spread rapidly, and then more and more Jin army war horses joined the frightened ranks. They screamed, ran wildly, collided, and even knocked their companions down, lifted their masters on their backs, and trampled them all under their hooves, especially those unlucky infantry and archers. They were already defeated and were trampled by the collapsed war horses, and countless soldiers fell desperately under their companions' hooves.

The local defeat turned into a full-scale defeat.

"Caval battalion, follow me to attack!"

Looking at the spectacular scene, Yang Feng jumped off without hesitation, then grabbed the giant axe from the stage and roared.

After saying that, he rushed towards the camp gate with his battle axe.

"Kill, kill the golden dog!"

Behind him, Yue Feng, a Khitan, was roared.

The Khitan royal family, Yelu Hou tribe, Xiao, but the lower tribes have no surnames. The Han surname is actually Han people. Of course, they are no different from the Khitans. Most of the Khitans who joined Yang Feng's subordinates have no surnames, because Yang Feng had to have a surname in Han, and most of these people simply had their surname Yue.

With Yue Feng's roar, the thousand cavalry who had already gathered on standby immediately activated their war horses to rush towards the camp gate.

With Yang Feng as the vanguard, the cavalry pierced into the chaotic Jin army like a sharp arrow. Then Yang Feng's favorite triangular formation quickly formed. With a thousand kilograms of axe, he was like a human-shaped meat grinder, and penetrated forward in the Jin army with the flesh and blood splashed around and broken limbs and broken arms. Wherever he passed, there was a blood-red red of death. The thousand cavalry behind him roared wildly and urged the war horses to expand the blood-red range, and crushed the chaotic Jin army like a roller.

And in the camp, Wei Sheng also issued an order to attack.

At this time, there was no suspense in the battlefield, and the rest was naturally just a concerted effort.

The oar sword team led by him rushed out, slashing and slashing the surviving Jin army soldiers, following their kings and cavalry battalions forward, and behind them were the god-arm archers with shields and war hammers. The three thousand god-arm archers followed the oar sword team, five thousand elites connected front and back and a monster on the battlefield, penetrated through the Jin army directly. Yang Feng, who was killed in the front, swung his giant axe, and rushed directly across the moat and smashed the city gate.

Just as he rushed in, a team of defending cavalry in the city immediately came forward.

The officer in charge was about to fight, but suddenly he was stunned.

"Brother, kill the Jurchen, the king and our Khitan's savior!"

Yue Feng, who followed Yang Feng into the city, shouted.

"Kill the Jurchens and avenge our relatives!"

The officer was stunned and then pointed the knife in his hand into the city.

Then his soldiers were also stunned, looking at Yang Feng, who was covered in blood and holding a giant axe like a god, just like their commander, then turned around and yelled and rushed into the city.

"King, this is my cousin. Liaoyang is the old Liaodong capital. There are more Khitans in various prefectures than Jurchens. Even though there are quite a few Han people, there were even Han people in the old Liao Tianqing period. During the Tianqing period of Liaoyang, there were even Han people rising up. The Zhang family of Li and Liaoyang were even more local tyrants. At this time, in the Liaohe area, some Khitans still swear to never eat golden grain and make a living by nomadic life..."

Yue Feng explained carefully.

"I need a Liaoxi governor. Please ask if your clan brother is interested?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

It is obvious that he has already chosen to ignite the war in the Jin Kingdom.

"Thank you for cultivation!"

Yue Feng said excitedly.

"As long as you are loyal to me, I don't care that you are Khitans, then Li Guangbi is also a Khitan, isn't it the same as the pillar of the Tang Dynasty. I don't like the Jurchens, but I treat the Khitans equally. Since you change your surname to Yue, then I will give your clan brother the surname Yue. You are Yue Feng, so he will be called Yue Jun. But you won't still think about restoring the Liao Kingdom, so I won't agree."

Yang Feng said.

"The king clearly understands the sages of the king. Even if the Liao Kingdom has not yet perished, my ministers and others will destroy it for the king. Then the Liao Kingdom is the Liao Kingdom of the Yelu family and the Xiao family. What does it have to do with us? What the king waits for for us is the wealth of generations."

Yue Feng said with a smile.
Chapter completed!