Chen Zhaojun roared, "Ready!"
The fifty musketeers in the front row took aim simultaneously.
"shooting!"
At Chen Zhaojun's command, fifty musketeers simultaneously pulled their triggers and fired at the Xia troops who were coming to reinforce them.
In an instant, ten Xia soldiers were killed on the spot and twenty were wounded, and the defensive line immediately began to weaken again.
This distance was beyond the archers' range; the Xia army's archers couldn't reach the city walls, and the Song army's archers on the walls couldn't reach them either.
Only the crossbow and muskets could cover such a range, and the crossbow was currently focused on shooting at the remaining Xia troops attempting to climb the city walls.
Several Xia soldiers couldn't help but retreat, clearly intimidated by the Song army's muskets on the city wall.
Chen Zhaojun's shooting was divided into two groups. While the first group fired, the second group loaded the ammunition, resulting in a gap of nearly one minute in between. This was the maximum amount of assistance the musketeers could provide to the Shenwu Army for their charge.
After all, the Song Dynasty's musketeer corps had just been established and was being deployed in battle for the first time. To have achieved this much was already a commendable accomplishment.
The front-line Shenwu infantrymen began their full-force charge, their massive shields clashing against the heavily armored Dangxiang infantrymen, their spears striking the hard armor with clanging sounds.
The enemy in front was knocked back by the impact, and the comrade next to him immediately thrust his spear into the other's neck. The sharp spearhead rubbed against the armor around the neck, making a sharp sound. The spearhead pierced into the neck, penetrating halfway in, and then was twisted forcefully, the flesh and blood were stirred up like mud.
The Xia army soldier kept spitting blood, his face contorted in pain, and he tried to cover his neck with his hands, but his life force immediately disappeared, and he collapsed to the ground convulsing and died.
The Song soldier had just killed a Xia soldier and was retracting his spear when an axe came crashing down on his helmet.
With a clang, the helmet was dented by the terrifying axe blow, accompanied by the sound of the skull being crushed by the dented helmet.
Large amounts of blood rolled down the Song soldier's forehead. He let out a miserable cry and was supported by his comrades behind him. The people behind him instantly turned red in the face and shouted his name loudly.
But the Song soldier was killed immediately.
Those behind saw their comrades, with whom they had once drunk and boasted, die before their eyes, and were so devastated that they went mad.
Xia Jun was the same; the soldiers' private conversations were very simple: drinking, bragging, talking about women, and occasionally talking about their families.
Xia Jun saw so many comrades being killed, and even his own brother saw his younger brother's head being chopped off. His anger burned fiercely.
Their minds were blank except for killing. They wanted to kill the enemies in front of them. Whether they could survive or not was no longer important. Kill first!
This is what war is all about. Once you're locked in direct combat, tactics and martial arts become useless; only the brave will prevail.
In such an environment, people have no time to think.
So, what constitutes a strong military?
An army that commands absolute obedience and maintains iron discipline is a strong army!
Even in such extreme circumstances, soldiers always have one guiding principle: without orders from superiors, do not retreat; continue as usual, even if there are flash floods or tsunamis ahead!
Therefore, after this battle, a saying has been circulating in the Northwest: It is easier to shake a mountain than to shake the Divine Martial Army!
Both sides were enraged, and Luo Xicheng began to roar loudly, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty!"
All the soldiers of the First Army of the First Corps of the Third Command Battalion of the First Army of the Divine Martial Army shouted, and the Second Army of the Third Command Battalion of the First Army of the Divine Martial Army followed suit, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth.
The Shenwu Army that attacked later was infected and all started shouting.
Even the drummers outside the city seemed to be infected by the soaring fighting spirit inside, and their drumming became even more deafening.
The air seemed to be scorched by the fighting spirit burning in the blood of both armies.
Upon hearing the commotion within the city, Zhao Huan was filled with fervor. He rode to the vanguard, with his generals following closely behind the emperor.
The highest command post of the vanguard was where Yue Fei personally oversaw the battle. This siege was planned and commanded by Yue Fei and carried out by the elite troops of the Divine Martial Army.
When Yue Fei saw the emperor arrive, he quickly stepped down from the command platform.
"This humble general pays homage to the Emperor!"
"Yue Fei, when will the entire First Army enter the city?"
Yue Fei said, "Right now, the vanguard battalion is engaged in fierce fighting with the Xia army a hundred meters inside the city gate. Once the men have cleared a path, the First Army will enter the city and kill the enemy!"
Zhao Huan's voice was firm and resolute: "Yue Fei, my sword is still ready to strike, and I see that my men are also filled with fervor!"
"Your Majesty, the time is not yet ripe. Please wait a little longer!"
Zhao Huan took a deep breath and said, "Very well! Yue Fei, you are the commander of the vanguard, I will not interfere!"
Zhao Huan then said, "But I will personally beat the drums to cheer on my sons!"
After saying this, without waiting for Yue Fei to say anything, the emperor rode his horse toward the War Drum Platform.
Upon reaching the war drum platform, the emperor dismounted, climbed up, took the drumsticks from a drummer, and began to beat the drum himself.
The news of the emperor beating the drums was immediately spread by the Political Propaganda Department and reached all the armies.
The Emperor himself beat the drums for the vanguard, and all the soldiers of the First Army began to shout: "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty!"
The sound reached the rear, and the troops behind also began to shout. The sound reached the Song army camp at the east gate and the Song army camp at the west gate.
The sound was like a tidal wave, as if it would engulf the whole world.
Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Third Battalion of the First Army, who were making a desperate attack on the south gate, felt their blood boiling like hot lava.
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