Amidst the raging battle ahead, Tang Ke said with concern, "Your Majesty, swords have no eyes. To protect Your Majesty's health, please retreat to a safe area."
"Safe zone? The safest place is wherever my Great Song Iron Army is!" Zhao Huan rode his horse, stood on a high slope, facing the setting sun, pointed to the rows of formations that were moving forward in an orderly manner, his expression was normal, but his tone was quite infectious, and everyone who heard it was also extremely proud.
This was an era of high spirits and vigor; it seemed as if overnight, the entire Song Dynasty had become completely different.
The phrase "a family full of nobles" has been replaced by "why shouldn't a man carry a sword?"
The crowd snapped out of their daze, their gazes occasionally and subtly sweeping over the emperor.
Isn't it precisely because of this emperor's unparalleled ambition that the Song Dynasty we know today was created?
Unlike those cunning and calculating emperors, this emperor sometimes seemed more like a child.
At this moment, Zhao Huan was intently focused on what was ahead.
Tang Ke, however, could not stop feeling anxious, after all, it was his first time on the battlefield and the first time he had ever witnessed such a direct confrontation.
His chubby face was already covered in cold sweat.
"Your Majesty, anything can happen. What if something goes wrong with Yue Fei..."
"Shut up!" Before Tang Ke could finish speaking, Zhao Huan forcibly interrupted him.
The emperor's previously calm face was now tinged with anger, especially his furrowed brows, which formed a shallow "川" (river) shape on his brow bone, giving him an imposing presence like a mountain.
The emperor said coldly, "Unsettling the morale of the army on the battlefield is a grave taboo. Minister Tang, do not speak nonsense, or do not blame me for being ruthless!"
Tang Ke shuddered in fright and immediately bowed deeply, saying, "Your subject knows his crime!"
If Tang Ke were a military general, saying these words today would have inevitably led to his doom.
He was a civil official and also his own prime minister, so he naturally turned a blind eye to the matter.
Tang Ke dared not utter another word and quietly stayed by the emperor's side.
Since the emperor was here, how could he, as a subject, dare to hide in the back?
He felt his heart beating faster and faster.
The wind and waves crashed in front, carrying a strong smell of blood, and were even damp and slightly reddish.
The Jin cavalry charged in rows against the Song infantry's hard armored battle line, the metal clanging with a resounding clang.
Everyone tilted their heads back, their faces contorted in a grimace.
Breathing became short and rapid, as if everyone was scrambling to catch their last breath.
The Song army infantryman's face was flushed, his body leaned slightly forward, and one hand gripped the long halberd made of steel tightly.
As the sharp head of the halberd pierced through the horse's belly, blood gushed out as if it were free. The rider fell over and was pinned down by the horse, which had fallen to the ground. The scene was gruesome.
Human flesh and blood are so fragile that they can be cut open with just a bamboo skewer, let alone a group of people charging through a cold forest of swords and spears with their bare bodies.
The massive surge of the Jin army tore through the front-line defenses of the infantry, plunging them in like an old farmer tilling a field.
Wanyan Chamu laughed maniacally, almost to the point of madness: "Charge! Slaughter all these Song dogs! Go south and seize women!"
Tang Ke grew increasingly anxious as he watched from afar, his heart pounding in his chest, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
This is insane! This is insane!
Why not defend Shenzhou instead of playing the "retreat to advance" card?
Tang Ke thought Yue Fei had lost his mind, and that Li Chongguang too—these military generals were all brain-dead because they hadn't read any books!
At this moment, the war drums of the Song army suddenly sounded.
Like a thunderclap rising from the ground, splitting mountains and cleaving peaks, it seemed as if a blue dragon was stirring up thunder, as if a dragon was roaring in the nine heavens.
One hundred burly men, their muscles coiled like dragons, gripped drumsticks and pounded the drumheads with all their might.
Then, the deep sound of bugles rang out across the plains.
The Yue Fei army on the left wing was already ready for battle, with hordes of angry horses breathing out frenzied heat.
At Yue Fei's command, ten thousand horses galloped, and a red torrent of steel rolled across the plains.
The soldiers' armor gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.
The cold glint of countless sabers was so bright it was impossible to open one's eyes.
Yue Fei's army was like a sharp knife, slicing across the Jin army.
The lead lance-wielding knights charged in, instantly causing the unsuspecting rear of the Jin army to collapse.
The red torrent of steel began to crush everything in its path.
This army withstood the Iron Falcons in the Northwest and drank wine on the corpses of 30,000 Iron Pagoda soldiers!
Crushing this Jin army from behind would be as easy as killing chickens and ducks.
At this moment, human life becomes less precious than the weeds on the roadside.
Flesh and blood were smashed to pieces by the impact, arms and heads flew everywhere, and internal organs were squeezed out by the fallen horse and trampled into a pulp by the hooves of the horses behind.
Yue Fei's army was strong because of its high mobility; its long lines of attack could cut through without showing any disorder.
Fast, accurate, and ruthless!
From the air, everything in its path was crushed.
Yue Fei led this iron army and quickly charged through the Jin army's main force, cutting a huge gash in the middle of the Jin army.
Then it split in the middle and changed direction to make back-and-forth impacts.
This tactic is very similar to that of Wanyan Loushi, the "God of War" of the Jurchen people.
Back then, Wanyan Loushi used the "Hooked Horse" to charge across the vast plains of the north, traversing more than half of China, and wherever he went, everything in his path was crushed.
This tactic places extremely high demands on the quality of the cavalry.
Yue Fei's cavalry had a greater carrying capacity than Wanyan Loushi's.
A sense of foreboding swept through Wanyan Chamu's mind. She felt something was strange; the Song army ahead seemed to be a little stronger than she had imagined.
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