A deafening roar erupted before the Jin army; it was a roar of defiance.
The first rank of Song soldiers charged forward, shields clashing against the blades of the Jin soldiers' swords with a clanging sound.
Each man roared, and the eyes behind the bronze masks instantly turned red.
They were covered in equipment weighing up to 70 kilograms from head to toe, with those in front holding shields and those behind holding long spears horizontally.
The infantry's charge was terrifying; as soon as they charged, they broke down the Jin army's front line of defense.
The spear pierced the Jin soldier's abdomen, tearing through the leather and into his flesh, tearing open his internal organs.
The sharp spear sliced through the flesh on his back, pierced through his body, stained with blood, and was quickly pulled out.
When the barb went back, it cut the flesh all over again, leaving it a bloody mess.
The stabbed people were convulsing and constricting all over their bodies, feeling desperately that their lives were slipping away rapidly.
In the chaotic battle, everyone's mind went blank.
The Song army's orderly charge was entirely a matter of muscle memory; when faced with such a mutually destructive situation, people no longer think.
Their movements are entirely the result of habits developed through countless hours of training.
The captain commanded from the center of the formation, ensuring that each squad cooperated closely to kill the enemy.
Compared to the Song army's heavy armor, the Jin army's armor appeared rather rudimentary.
Furthermore, the Jin army clearly felt the pressure as soon as the Song army charged forward.
Because of their long-term consumption of meat and ample nutrition, the Song army was extremely strong and powerful, and every movement they made was full and impactful.
The Jin army's defenses quickly began to collapse.
Upon seeing this situation, Xia Jinwu immediately ordered his men to beat drums to boost morale, and at the same time, the bugles of the Jin army also sounded.
The Jin army began a full-scale attack.
Bang bang bang...
The Jin soldiers rushed forward and crashed into the Song army's shields. The armor and iron shields clashed together, producing a clanging sound.
Inside the armor was flesh and blood. When the flesh and blood were impacted, some of it made a sound of breaking bones, while others were pierced by sharp spears.
The front of the Song army stood like an iron wall, blocking the first two waves of attacks, while the spears behind were almost deformed.
The second and third rows immediately and skillfully retreated to the back, while the fourth and fifth rows rushed forward, drew their long sabers, and began to hack at people's flesh.
Click...
It was as if you could clearly hear the sound of a knife cutting into human bone, a sound that made your teeth ache.
The desperate screams of some were drowned out by the carnage of the crowd.
With his shield held high in his left hand, Yang Yi, along with several of his trusted men, formed a group and, with their fierce momentum, quickly carved a bloody path through the chaotic crowd.
Yang Yi was very strong; he seemed to have been born for the battlefield.
Whether it's the muscles in his body or the coordination of his movements, they are unmatched by ordinary people.
His movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest hesitation.
With each strike, he kills a man; a single blow can cleave through an enemy's armor and shatter their bones.
With that kind of strength, he's almost catching up to Yang Zaixing.
With the cover of several of his men, he plowed a path through the ground.
One of the Jin soldiers, a mouke, led eight or nine Jin soldiers toward him. The mouke was nine feet tall and looked strong and powerful.
He was holding a military axe, which was covered in blood.
They were fierce-looking, with rough voices, shouting in a strange language; it was unclear which tribe they belonged to.
After he rushed over, he swung an axe at Yang Yi.
Yang Yi did not dodge, but instead raised the shield with his left hand and used his left arm to withstand the attack.
With a bang, the shield trembled. Yang Yi's feet did not move, but the dirt beneath his feet flew up.
The Jin soldier felt a slight tingling in his hand holding the military axe, and his body paused for a moment.
But in that brief moment, Yang Yi leaped forward, and the knife pierced through the left side of his neck.
The Jin army strategist stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Yang Yi moved very quickly, drawing the knife swiftly in an arc, severing his neck in one fell swoop.
Because half of the skin and flesh were still attached, when the head fell off, it was pulled by that half of the skin and flesh, causing the skin and flesh to fall off.
His body also collapsed.
Yang Yi didn't even glance at it again and continued charging forward.
Although his armor was heavy, it did not hinder his ability to kill.
The Song army's war drums began to beat loudly, and the infantrymen behind them started to move quickly.
Unlike their previous charges, the Song army's advance was very rhythmic, with the entire formation extremely compact.
This is very strange. The Song army on the battlefield has its own distinct rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow, which quickly sets the pace of the battlefield in their own right.
Unlike Wu Jie, who was bold and meticulous, Liu Qi was known in the Northwest Army for his composure and steadiness.
He was also a man who could fight tough battles, and his army had a simple and honest atmosphere; its unit was called the Wuwei Army.
The Jin army was caught off guard, and Xia Jinwu could no longer sit still in his position as commander-in-chief.
The Jin army's war drums changed rhythm again, and Xia Jinwu led his personal guards to charge forward, giving the Jin army reinforcements.
Xia Jinwu followed Wanyan Zongbi in his campaigns across the north and south, and was a fierce general under Wanyan Zongbi.
He also has tremendous strength, capable of lifting a hundred-pound object with one hand.
He was riding a horse, wearing heavy armor, and carrying a long halberd that was entirely black and weighed fifty pounds.
He charged forward on horseback, sweeping his halberd horizontally and sending six Song infantrymen flying.
The iron armor on their chests bore long scratches; the immense force nearly broke their ribs.
Xia Jinwu's personal guards were extremely brave, and they immediately began to fight fiercely against Liu Qi's army after they arrived.
The two sides fought fiercely outside Fengcheng for more than an hour, with shouts of battle rising and falling.
The Song soldiers, clad in black armor, surged forward relentlessly. Each of them was highly trained and swift in their killings.
Xia Jinwu's troops initially had some momentum and were able to hold their own against the Song army, but as the campaign progressed, their lack of stamina became immediately apparent.
Xia Jinwu was somewhat worried, but he had a strong and well-equipped army, so he planned to fight here for a while before returning to the city to report back and give an explanation.
Thus, the two sides fought fiercely outside the city for more than an hour.
It got even hotter in the afternoon.
Xia Jinwu was both annoyed and unwilling. He found that the Song army's stamina was really too good, and they seemed to have an endless supply.
The Song army's iron torrent steadily advanced, and the Jin army's initial fierce resistance was torn apart and then descended into chaos.
The Song army did not launch any surprise attack or use any trickery; they simply pushed through head-on.
The Song army's rhythm became increasingly steady, with each small square formation pushing forward.
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