But this is a predictive attack.

It would probably take Song Jun several seconds to take out a grenade, pull the fuse, and throw it out.

These few seconds were enough for the Western Xia cavalry to run fifty or sixty meters away.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The first round of grenades did almost no harm.

Because only a few grenades can be thrown to 50 meters, most of them fall at around 30 meters.

But even so, the horses were frightened, and the Xixia soldiers were instinctively afraid and subconsciously pulled the reins, slowing down the offensive.

Immediately followed by the second and third rounds of grenades, which exploded continuously, knocking the Xixia soldiers who rushed into the smoke and dust to the ground.

And the musketeers continued to reap lives.

After more than ten seconds, only a few hundred scattered Xixia soldiers rushed in front of them.

“Kill!”

The battlefield was in chaos. Some soldiers attached bayonets to their guns in preparation for hand-to-hand combat, some continued to throw grenades to disrupt the enemy's formation, and some still maintained their shooting posture.

After a while, it seemed that many more Western Xia cavalrymen approached, and the two sides fought fiercely, finally starting a cold weapon battle.

However, at this time, the Song army was getting larger and larger, while the Western Xia army was getting smaller and smaller.

Because the six small boats were constantly transporting the Song army back and forth, about three quarters of an hour had passed since the Xixia people organized their army, which was enough time for the small boats to make three or four round trips.

Soon the number of Song troops exceeded 500. The Western Xia army was defeated and the entire northern bank of the Western Xia army was in disarray. Even the Western Xia general was not lucky enough a second time. He was hit by a grenade and died on the spot.

"snort!"

Jia Kui pulled the bayonet in his hand out of the corpse of a Xixia soldier and snorted coldly.

The surrounding area was filled with smoke and fumes.

The sounds of horses neighing, soldiers shouting, enemies screaming, and sporadic gunfire and grenades were heard everywhere.

He raised his head and looked around. The battlefield, which was about one kilometer in radius, was filled with enemies fleeing in panic.

Although there were casualties on our side, they were not many. Only a few unlucky guys died, and there were twenty or thirty soldiers who were injured.

Most of the soldiers were in high spirits and were still charging forward as if they had been injected with chicken blood, but their legs were no match for the war horses. Many Xixia soldiers reined in their horses and fled before they could even get close, leaving behind only their receding backs.

"Bah! A bunch of cowardly Western thieves."

Jia Kui spat on the ground again. It was true that fighting required a lot of saliva. In addition to the strong northwest wind and heavy dust, the dust caused by throwing grenades was also everywhere, and even many soldiers were covered in dust.

"General, what should we do? We can't catch up."

A soldier reported to him.

"Capture their camp and report to the deputy commander that we have taken the river mouth!"

"yes."

The soldiers went back.

In this battle, only 3,000 Song troops defeated more than 10,000 Western Xia troops on the north and south banks of the river mouth.

Moreover, they killed and injured thousands of people, while their own casualties were almost negligible. It was an easy victory!

(End of this chapter)