After the Liao army's defensive line along the river was breached by the Song army, Yue Fei personally crossed the river and reached the shore.

Shouts of battle and the sound of gunfire rose and fell in the distance.

Squads of soldiers lined up along the riverbank, and officers addressed their troops in gruff voices.

The Song army was perfectly aligned, each soldier with a solemn expression and resolute gaze.

Many people know that after tonight, they will never be able to return to their beloved hometown.

But they had no regrets.

They were willing to sacrifice their lives for the peace of China.

They knew that their names would be enshrined in the Martyrs' Shrine, and that their names would be recorded in posterity and even in the years to come, just like this great war.

"Commander Yang!"

Yang Zaixing stepped forward and shouted, "Your subordinate is here!"

Yue Fei said, "I order you to lead 10,000 infantrymen to attack from the left flank. There must be no mistakes!"

"Your subordinate obeys!"

"Yue Yun!"

Yue Yun rushed over quickly, knelt on one knee in front of Yue Fei, and said, "Your subordinate is here!"

"I hereby order you to lead 10,000 elite troops to attack from the right flank. There must be no mistakes, or you will be beheaded!"

"This humble general will certainly not fail in his mission!"

Yue Yun received the military order and, together with Yang Zaixing, stepped out of the central army.

The battle ahead was fierce, with both sides fighting brutally and people falling one after another, human life as worthless as grass.

The Liao army kept shouting, "Kill all the Song dogs and protect our homeland!"

The Song soldiers shouted, "Kill all the treacherous Liao traitors and avenge our marshal!"

"Surround China and swear to kill the Liao traitors!"

The white blade went in and the red blade came out, each strike slashing into armor or into a person, tearing flesh and breaking bones.

The two sides fought and collided with each other, forming a torrent of flesh and blood.

Countless people were chopped into pieces and trampled into mincemeat.

One after another, neither side was willing to let their guard down.

The Song army encountered the fiercest resistance in its history; Yelü Dashi's army was no longer the same as before.

Wang Rong, the commander of the Fourth Army of the First Army Corps, was covered in blood. He had just retreated from the front line and, surrounded by his personal guards, quickly approached Zhang Xian, the deputy commander of the First Army Corps.

"Commander Zhang! The brothers at the front are still fighting desperately, but we must request reinforcements immediately!"

As he spoke, his body trembled, perhaps from the muscle tension caused by the recent fighting, and he couldn't stop for a while. Blood was still streaming down his helmet, the blood of his enemies and his comrades.

"I've already given you three thousand men, and you still can't take it!"

Wang Rong roared, "General Zhang! These Liao bandits have no regard for their lives!"

"I'm not afraid of death either! Now that General Yue is personally crossing the river, who in my Northwest Iron Army cares about their life!"

Zhang Xian wiped the blood from his face. His armor was covered in countless marks, indicating that he had been slashed countless times.

It's as if they've survived a storm of swords and spears.

"Today, the entire First Legion will fight to the last man to tear apart the Liao bandits' central defense line!"

"Wang Rong! I'll give you another three thousand men. If you dare come back for more, I'll chop you up! I'll die right there!"

Wang Rong, his neck flushed, said, "General Zhang, this humble general obeys!"

Wang Rong hurriedly went to take attendance. The infantryman A who had just been brought up from the back was quickly led away by Wang Rong in front and thrown into the fierce battle at the front center line.

There were countless swords and spears, countless arrows, like a meat grinder, with blood flying everywhere.

But no one backed down.

"My comrades, long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty! We will meet you at the Shrine of the Loyal Martyrs!"

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty! See you at the Shrine of Martyrs!"

Rows of neat square formations pushed forward, an army of steel torrents moving across the vast land, their synchronized footsteps shaking the earth.

The sharp spear was raised forward.

After a short rest, Zhang Xian began to muster his troops, sending them out in three separate groups to quickly fill the gaps on both sides of the central front.

As the Song army advanced, the area behind them grew larger and larger.

Wang Gui began to set up logistics, and military doctors took in seriously wounded soldiers who had returned from the front lines.

Boxes of herbs were neatly piled up by the riverbank. The Song army's logistics and medical personnel were disciplined and acted swiftly.

Yue Yun on the left and Yang Zaixing on the right have advanced two hundred meters, and these two hundred meters are almost entirely paved with corpses.

Yue Yun, clad in thick infantry armor and wielding two hammers, moved swiftly through the crowd.

He was in his early twenties, the prime of his life, and had been eating beef for years, so he could fight five people on his own.

With one blow of his hammer, he bent the thick shields of the Liao army.

The spear pierced his armor, leaving deep marks.

Under his leadership, the rest of the people rushed forward recklessly.

Everywhere there were heart-wrenching shouts of battle. Both the Song and Liao armies were in a frenzy, some men's swords were bent and twisted, and some men's spears were bent.

As comrades fell in front, others took their place, one after another.

Yang Zaixing goes without saying; he was Yue Fei's most valiant general and had fought in the toughest battles.

With a single sweep of his gun, he sent three people flying.

From the air, the red armored legion is advancing relentlessly.

"General Zhang!" Wang Rong's deputy rushed to Zhang Xian's side. "General Zhang, the Liao army's central front has been captured by our army!"

"Okay! Where's Wang Rong?"

"Wang Jundu...he has already died for his country!"

Zhang Xian paused for a moment, then drew his sword: "Go! Men, follow me and slaughter every last Liao soldier!"

Those around Zhang Xian quickly pulled him back: "General Zhang, you can't go!"

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