This thought flashed through Shulü Chuliji's mind, and he immediately rushed towards the city gate.

At this critical moment, he was already relatively cautious. He saw the panicked Song army on the city wall and the Song warships on the Yuli River. If it were an ordinary opponent, the Song army would probably be defeated.

Unfortunately, the person he met was Di Qing.

Di Qing was still standing on the east gate tower at this moment. There were still about a hundred Song soldiers on the east gate, guarding against the possibility of a small group of Liao troops attacking.

Scouts kept coming to report, "Report, the Liao people have passed through the south gate."

"Report, the Liao people have passed through the north gate."

"Report, the Liao people are approaching the west gate."

"Report, the Liao people are attacking the west gate."

The scouts kept reporting the battle reports from the front to Di Qing, and then they heard that the Liao people had begun to attack the west gate.

Di Qing raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Have they all gathered at the west gate?"

“They’ve gathered.”

The scout replied.

"Blow the horn."

"yes."

Immediately a messenger blew the horn.

The horn sounded at the East City Gate, and about a hundred meters away, another messenger blew the horn. Then, the horn was passed down layer by layer, and the horn sound was also heard at the West City Gate.

The desolate horn sound seemed to spread throughout the world, causing the Liao army's offensive to stagnate, because the Liao army in the rear was quite surprised.

This rhythm is not the Liao people's horn rhythm command.

Shulü Chuoliji looked around in confusion. He knew that this was not their horn, it could only be the horn of the Song people. What kind of command could the sound of the Song people's horn be?

Just as I was puzzled, I suddenly heard someone screaming heartbreakingly: "Song people, it's Song people!"

Before Shulü Chuoliji looked in the direction of the sound, he heard a burst of gunfire from behind.

When he turned his head, he saw that in the direction of Yushui, thousands of Song soldiers had appeared from the bottom of the continuous gentle slopes. They pointed their guns at the Liao army that was attacking the city and fired bullets continuously.

"What?"

Shulü Chuoliji's eyes were wide open. He never expected that the Song people were actually lying under those small gentle slopes, quietly waiting for their arrival!

It was also his fault that he didn't know the terrain near Yuguan well enough, which led to him suffering such a big loss.

But now it's obviously too late.

As these ambush troops continued to shoot, a large number of Liao soldiers fell down, the rear was in chaos, and the front had not yet rushed in. The entire Liao army was in great chaos.

them.

Trapped in the pocket formation deliberately prepared by Di Qing!

(End of this chapter)