Back to the Song Dynasty as a tyrant

"Has it reached this point yet?" Brother Li Cha murmured.

"Your Highness, do we still have to send troops?" Zhang Chunming asked from the side.

"Forbearance for now." Brother Li Cha sighed, and looked towards the Song Army who was clamoring ahead, "Now the decisive battle in the middle road, I must not put myself in danger. If your Majesty needs support, I can adapt to the situation."

Zhang Chunming said: "I'm afraid Liu Qi won't give us a chance, his troops have already arrived.

"Hold him first."

"Yes."

The snow fell more and more, and the remains of the soldiers who died in battle were slowly covered.

Spears were scattered all over the place among the dead, the heavy knives were broken, and even the axes were turned over.

An infantryman of the Song Army dragged his comrade out from under a horse whose head had been cut off in half.

He let out a weak and painful cry, and his legs had been crushed and deformed.

"Quick, drag it to the back!"

"my leg……"

Others also dragged the wounded and surviving comrades out, and dragged them into the army formation.

The positions in the army formation were quickly vacated.

This is the new rule of the Martial Arts Hall. When fighting in front of the battle, if there is a short pause in the middle, the nearest soldier must immediately rescue his comrades.

The way to rescue is very simple, get people out.

At this time, the officer will issue an order, and a one-person road will be quickly set aside in the middle, and special people will send them in.

The empty spot for the soldier who brought the wounded in would be filled immediately.

This requires high changes in the military formation.

In the usual military formation, there is a little distance between people, just to have buffer space at critical moments.

Why do you want to do this?

People's legs were crushed, blood flow was not continuous, or someone was seriously injured, and only the last breath was left.

Is it worth saving them?

value!

Nothing is more valuable than saving lives!

Especially on the battlefield, comrades save their comrades.

In Zhao Ning's own words: Only by saving people can we show true respect for soldiers. A strong army must not only have strict discipline, but also help and rely on each other.

Humans are indeed full of violent emotions and destructive desires, just like animals.

After all, human beings are not only animals, but human beings also have a divine side.

Saving people is the explosion of the divine side of people.

From the perspective of army management, it is also very beneficial.

Comrades who live together day and night turn a blind eye when facing death. Can such an army with such a cold interior unite to defend against the enemy?

The Xixia cavalry had just retreated, and the iron harrier (yao) had not yet appeared. In this short period of time, one after another, the wounded were sent to the back through the passage they left.

There were doctors, soldiers and civilians waiting behind, they lifted the wounded and took them away quickly.

The soldiers who were sent later were filled in later.

Everyone knows that if you are injured, you will not be given up.

Even if he died in battle, someone would help arrange his body.

This is the greatest psychological comfort for soldiers who are facing devastating violence.

With the retreat of the cavalry on both wings, the front Xixia infantry also began to retreat gradually.

The fierce battle gradually cooled down and calm was restored.

After a while, even the screams and wailing were gone.

The surroundings were suddenly eerily quiet.

I don't know when, some faint sounds of horseshoes came faintly.

The sound of hooves was accompanied by the neighing of war horses.

After a while, Song Jun could already see a long black silhouette appearing in the falling snow ahead.

They all know that it is the most elite army of the Xixia people, the iron kite.

During Shenzong's five-way campaign against Xia, Yongle City was defeated, and the Song army was defeated by Tie Yaozi.

It is said that at that time, the Wuding River was blocked by the remains of soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty.

The Hundred Years War between Song and Xia ruined the lives of countless people, broke countless families, and caused countless children to lose their fathers.

The century-old grievances were all settled in this war.

Just as Zhao Ning expected, Li Qianshun divided the iron kite army to attack.

This is not a division of troops, but a concentration of troops.

Eight thousand iron kites charge together, and the only ones who can quickly hit the Song army can only be the front row.

Why not divide it into several ways and increase the attack surface?

This partial division of troops is definitely useful, and at the same time threatened the left and right wings of the Song army.

It is even unknown whether there is an iron kite army dormant, ready to attack the frontal defense at a critical moment.

"Here we come!" a Buren Jiadu named Zhang Yao said.

"I saw it too." A teenager with a scar on his face said.

"I see." The comrade-in-arms next to him also said.

"The iron shields are all ready, if any of you are hungry, take advantage of this time to eat some dry food with you." Zhang Yao said.

"Also, don't worry, I'm right next to you, everyone else is beside you, you are not fighting alone!"

"I heard that there are many flowers in the Martyr's Shrine, and many people go there to worship, every year." Another person said that he was probably only in his early twenties, but his skin was tanned, but his eyes were very bright.

"I also heard that some people have compiled the experience of the war dead into stories and circulated them."

Their emotions stabilized from the previous fight, and their tone became a little calmer.

"I also bought two villain books about Lao Li. He died in battle the year before last, when he was fighting the Jinren. When I dug his body from the pile of dead people, his face It was split, but I still recognized him, you will recognize me later, there is a scar on my brow, did you see it?"

"I see! I have a mole next to my nose!"

"Stop talking!" Zhang Yao interrupted them, "Fight bravely, are you afraid that no one will collect the corpse!"

Then everyone stopped talking.

The iron hooves of the iron kite in front are getting closer.

At this time, the artillery battalion that was rushing down from the north also received the news.

"Report! Commander Xue! We found a lot of iron kites ahead!"

"Shangguan, let's make a detour from the front and avoid them as much as possible, time is running out!"

Xue Yi turned around and ran towards Zhang Bofen.

"Zhang Shuai!" Xue Yi came in front of Zhang Bofen.

"Commander Xue, what's the matter?"

"I found an iron kite ahead!"

"Tell me your request." Zhang Bofen said concisely.

"Divide the troops!"

"Divided troops?"

"Divide the troops! At the end of the day, we will leave one hundred iron cannons and five hundred armor-piercing bows and arrows, and only one thousand infantry will be enough!"

"You want to hit the iron kite?" Zhang Bofen asked.

"Yes!"

"Don't forget, our target is the main infantry of Xixia."

"The last general knows, so there is an artillery battalion carrying 150 artillery pieces!" Xue Yi insisted, "This will minimize the loss of our army's main force!"

Chapter 1069 Bombard the iron kite! (Second more)

Zhang Bofen frowned slightly, Xue Yi said: "The situation is urgent, please Zhang Shuai to make a decision!"

Zhang Bofen took a deep breath, looked up and looked ahead, and said, "Iron Kite, you may not survive. I heard that you are a top student who graduated from the University of Tokyo, No. 1 in Northwest Artillery?"

"Zhang Shuai, the last general is just like everyone else. He is a soldier serving the country. There is nothing special about it. Where there is more need for the last general, the last general will be there!"

"Okay, you go, I will give you 150 cannons, and I will teach you a lesson!"

"Order!"

Xue Yi immediately divided the artillery battalion into two. He brought [-] artillery pieces, [-] armor-piercing crossbowmen, and [-]-step armor, and quickly moved towards the south.

"Old Xue, take care!"

A voice came from behind, Xue Yi turned his head, it was Wang Kai, his classmate in the lecture hall.

They looked at each other and nodded in the snowstorm, saying goodbye to each other: "Keep it!"

Xue Yi walked all the way through the front, and soon they heard the dense sound of iron hooves, and saw the black torrent amidst the white snow ahead.

"Here we come! Quickly, get the artillery ready! The infantry is in formation ahead!"

One thousand pacers lined up ahead.

Now they no longer shy away from Xixia scouts.

They are only a few hundred meters away from the main force of the Song army in the south, which is equivalent to forming an artillery team specializing in iron kites on the side of the main force of the Song army.

The iron harriers were getting closer and closer, and the number of iron harriers who raided the Song army's right wing was a full three thousand!

Displayed in the wide snow field, like a large black sea, rolling towards this side.

With a distance of 500 meters, Xue Yi felt the ground tremble, and even the snow on the nearby trees began to fall.

Xue Yi looked towards the right wing of the Song army in the south, he couldn't see every single soldier there, but he could see many corpses piled up there.

It's all red.

The main force should have had a hard time when the Xixia cavalry took turns to attack.

Xue Yi was a little worried about the left wing. Without artillery support, could the left wing be held?

"Commander Xue, the enemy is coming!"

"I saw!"

The iron kite approached quickly, and when it reached 300 meters, it began to run, and when it reached 200 meters, it began to rush.

The snow in the snow field was blown up and began to roll.

From a distance, those iron kites look like heavenly soldiers and generals rushing from the clouds, pressing towards this side, as if they want to crush everything to pieces!

Their attack range covered the artillery battalion.

"Kill! Kill..."

The scream of killing was earth-shattering.

"Fire!" Xue Yi waved the flag, and the 150 cannons lined up in the snow burst into loud noises one after another, and the iron beads inside spurted out thinly, toward the iron kite.

Those iron beads tear the snowflakes in the air, looking from the side, they look like countless long sharp lines, dividing the void into countless pieces.

In an instant, the dense iron beads hit the iron kite like a steel rainstorm, making a sharp impact sound.

Indiscriminately attack cavalry and horses.

The face of the iron kite cavalry was instantly smashed, and the eyeballs were shattered.

The iron armor on the chest of the iron kite cavalry was pierced, and the iron beads penetrated directly into the internal organs.