The Ghaznavid army advanced, and soon after the front lines touched the battle line, signs of collapse began to appear.
This sign came without warning and was completely inexplicable to them.
The chaos within the army left the troops following behind somewhat disoriented.
boom……
Ahead, ten cannons unleashed shells that pierced the air, leaving long trails as they pressed down on the Khwarazmian army with immense force.
Like a plow sweeping through a cave, it carved a long, bloody gash in the Ghaznavid army, leaving behind a bloody mess.
Some people looked in the direction the artillery had plowed through; crowds thronged there, and chaos reigned.
The Song army pressed forward and began reaping lives.
Aladdin was just excited, but now he's completely dumbfounded.
Where am I?
what happened?
what to do?
Clearly, the enemy's fighting strength exceeded his expectations.
He felt increasingly uneasy, and a sense of being deceived arose within him—that he had been deceived by Yelü Dashi!
But deep down, there was a sliver of disbelief.
Yelü Dashi has even defeated Sanjar; he is now the king of kings!
This victory should have belonged to him!
I heard screams and cries for mercy.
The troops behind were gripped by panic and began to become restless.
Aladdin lashed a soldier with a leather whip to make him behave.
But when a sharp arrow flew and struck the eye of one of Aladdin's royal guards, his face turned completely pale.
"What's going on!"
"What on earth happened?!"
"Run!"
"We are no match for them!"
"..."
Yang Zaixing's spear pierced through the bodies of two Khwarazmian soldiers, flicked them upwards, and sent them flying like rags.
Like all the Song army infantrymen, Yang Zaixing's armor was completely stained red with blood, which flowed continuously from top to bottom.
Having just wiped out a wave of Khitan heavy infantry, they finally charged into the Khwarazmian army's formation.
The battle suddenly became much easier.
Because the Khwarazmian army had a very low rate of armor, except for some high-ranking officers who wore chainmail with only moderate defense, the other soldiers were basically dressed in cloth.
After all, the kingdoms of the Western Regions were hampered by two problems: insufficient finances and outdated technology.
The Song infantrymen who charged into the Khwarazmian army formation were like a pack of tigers and wolves rushing into a sheepfold.
Those swords, their blades bent and twisted from being hacked, still relentlessly reaped lives.
The meteor hammer was deformed from being hammered, even the iron mace was bent, and there were chips and nicks on the axe.
But the Song army continued to push forward like a bulldozer.
Aladdin cried out in despair, "God! Who are we fighting?!"
The collapse was irreversible, spreading like a plague, and tens of thousands of people began to retreat like a receding tide.
Some threw away their shields and swords and ran faster, while others were pushed down by those behind them and trampled into mincemeat.
The same applies to the Hambar defense on the left flank.
I was full of confidence when I first came up, but after just one hedge, I felt like I was made of paper.
The soldiers of Gur were cut in the neck like leeks, their blood pooling beneath the corpses, forming a river, their heads floating in the air.
Seeing the distant artillery fire, Abu Muzaffar asked Yelü Dashi, "Jurhan, does the enemy also have cannons?"
Yelü Dashi whispered in Abu Muzaffar's ear, "Of course there are, but not many, and their power is not as great as ours."
Abu Muzaffar's heart sank slightly, but he simply replied, "So what should we do now?"
"The central army is the enemy's main force. We only need to annihilate the central army in one fell swoop to achieve a great victory!"
Abu Muzaffar sensed something was amiss; why did Yelü Dashi speak so casually?
You have to understand, the enemy has artillery!
Before Abu Muzaffar could speak, Yelü Dashi continued, "Your Excellency, there's no need to rush. Just send your men ahead. After the victory, we'll divide up and enter Gaochang. Gaochang will be yours!"
Abu Muzaffar was overjoyed.
Yeah, it's just my men going to charge anyway, so who cares!
"Please give the order, Jurhan!"
Yelü Dashi shouted, "Pass down the order: the entire army is to attack!"
The war drums of the Liao army's central command sounded.
The combined army of the Karakhanid Turks and the Ghaznavid Turks began to advance, catching up with the central army that had been advancing earlier.
Yelü Dashi's move was quite ruthless; the 100,000 troops he brought were almost all Turks.
Let the Turks go up and die first.
Let the Turks and Han Chinese fight each other to preserve the strength of the Khitans.
Abu Muzaffar was completely clueless about the situation and never treated his subordinates like human beings, so of course he wouldn't think much about it.
Anyway, he figured he would follow Yelü Dashi from now on.
As a result, the tens of thousands of people who were sent there were quickly exploited.
The Song army was like a meat grinder, grinding blood and flesh everywhere.
In just one hour, the wasteland was already littered with corpses, and blood seeped into the ground, staining the grass roots red.
Officers kept coming to Abu Muzaffar to tell him that the losses at the front were heavy and suggested that he withdraw his troops.
But every time an officer came to say he wanted to withdraw his troops, Yelü Dashi slammed his head onto a wooden stake.
In the latter half of the night, Abu Muzaffar cautiously asked, "Jurhan, when do we launch the final attack?"
"A final attack?" Yelü Dashi raised an eyebrow. "Who said we were going to launch a final attack?"
Abu Muzaffar was somewhat surprised: "Then we..."
"The Song army has an extremely arrogant commander who only brought a thousand men and tried to take a detour to ambush us. Let's go and fight him directly!"
Abu Muzafard suddenly realized something, and his mind raced. He quickly asked, "Jurhan, are there really only a thousand people?"
"There really are only a thousand men. This is urgent intelligence I just received from the scouts at the front!"
“Juerhan, look…”
Yelü Dashi immediately saw through Abu Muzaffar's intention. He hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "Your Excellency, the key to this battle lies here. Ghazni is the country I admire most, and you are the person I trust most. I entrust you with this task: go and bring back the head of that enemy commander!"
"I obey!"
Like a child given a chance to perform in front of his teacher, Abu Muzaffar mustered his last 10,000 personal guards and, with Yelü Dashi's scouts, sped away.
The enemy commander is really arrogant, daring to take a detour and ambush us with only a thousand men!
Abu Muzaffar grew increasingly excited as he thought about it, as if he were already carrying Yue Fei's head to reward those who had rendered meritorious service.
The cold moon hangs high, spreading its silvery light across the ground.
A scout rushed in to report: "General, enemy troops have been spotted ahead, numbering approximately ten thousand!"
Yue Fei made a decisive decision and ordered the entire army to prepare to kill the enemy.
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