The heavy infantry of the Song Army were like a row of iron towers, advancing slowly and steadily.
Twenty more fireballs flew into the sky, and Zhang Jun felt a chill in his heart.
He knew that this was the thing that could soar into flames on the ground.
He could only pray in his heart that before his heavy infantry broke into the enemy's position, this thing would not cause their morale to collapse.
The unfortunate thing is that the crossbow gunners in the center of the hollow square array cannot observe the enemy's marching position in real time because of the obstacles in front of them and the forest of guns.
They need the front observation post to report the situation ahead to know the situation.
In addition, the crossbow gunner himself has to concentrate on guarding against damage from the few enemy arrows that pass through the gun forest, so the impact point of the projectile is not as accurate as usual.
The flames rising into the sky partially disrupted the Song Army's formation, but it still did not hinder the pace of the heavily armored Song Army infantry.
Only a few explosive shells landed on the heavy infantry lines, and several heavily armored Song infantry were engulfed in flames.
Poor people can't even roll.
Like a turtle that was overturned on the ground and exposed to the sun, it screamed in pain and died.
Zhang Jun looked at this cruel scene and his heart was filled with anger.
His blood-red eyes stared closely at the two rows of heavy infantry in the front row.
The heavy armor and long knives on their bodies carried all his hopes.
Zhang Jun thought to himself, no matter how powerful your firearms are and how sophisticated your armor is, as long as I, an invulnerable heavy infantryman, get close to you and slash with long swords or fire heavy arrows from close range with divine arm crossbows, nothing can stop you.
Not to be crushed.
Getting closer and closer, only less than twenty battles away.
The arrows became more and more dense, and all the Song army's crossbowmen opened their bows and fired arrows.
The longbowmen and crossbowmen in the Han army's formation were forced to put up their shields to avoid, and stopped firing arrows and cannons.
The Song army advanced for another ten battles, and Zhang Jun began to get excited.
He was already looking forward to the joyful scene of the Song army's heavy infantry cutting off the heads of traitor soldiers with their big blades, and the heavy arrows of the divine arm crossbows penetrating those shiny heavy armor at close range.
With a few shrieks of bamboo whistles and a decisive order, Zhang Jun saw a burst of white smoke rising in front of the enemy's formation.
Then there was a series of crisp sounds like exploding beans.
Then, he saw a scene that he couldn't believe and didn't want to happen.
The heavy infantry of the Song Army fell straight backwards to the ground like iron towers that were all pushed down.
This was just the beginning of the nightmare.
Immediately afterwards, the musketeers behind the large shields in the second row also stood up and opened fire.
Another puff of white smoke rose up, and then there was a loud and crisp sound, and another row of "iron towers" fell down.
Soon another wave of musketeers followed the gap between the pikemen and came to the front of the formation.
After firing a round, they returned to the formation along the original path to reload.
After three rounds of shooting, less than half of the Song Army's approximately 2,000 heavy infantry were eliminated.
Fortunately, the current Song Army's military formation was extremely wide, and only a small section in the center of the military formation was severely damaged.
Otherwise, the Song Army should have collapsed by now.
But this still caused a lot of chaos in the middle of the Song Army's formation, slowing down the pace of advancement.
Zhang Jun was frightened for a while but then calmed down, because he found that the opponent's artifact seemed to fire very slowly.
After two rounds of shooting, there was no action for a long time.
He even doubted whether it was a disposable object.
After a long time, another wave of musket fire from the Han army dispelled his suspicion.
At this time, the broad wings of the Song army had already moved towards the Han army.
Zhang Jun shifted his hope from the heavy armored infantry to attacking from all sides.
He thought to himself that he was attacking from all sides with superior strength.
The opponent's firearms fired very slowly, so he still had a 70% chance of winning.
Thinking of this, he personally jumped on the drum cart, beat the drums to cheer, and at the same time urged the three armies to attack quickly.
After a while, the Song army's military formation curved into a ring, surrounding the Han army of only 2,000 people in a hollow square shape.
At this time, the density of arrows fired by the Song army was obviously getting thinner and thinner.
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This was because many crossbowmen had exhausted their arrows, and continuous shooting also consumed a lot of physical strength.
The long archers in the Han army's formation fired their bows again.
This time they fired thunderbolt arrows in all directions, and the ballistae also fired again.
Amidst the fire, smoke, and loud noise, the Song soldiers who densely surrounded the Han army became confused.
Those bullets were like stones thrown into a pond, causing the crowd to rush away around the impact point, trampling and knocking down countless people.
Such a bombardment made it impossible for the Song Army's crossbowmen to launch organized shooting.
But the remaining more than a thousand heavy infantry were still attacking.
Their attack was the only pillar that kept the Song army from collapsing.
A row of Song heavy infantry in the front finally approached the Han army.
They all raised their long knives.
With just two steps forward, they could slash the heads of the musketeers with the knife.
Brothers under fire take revenge.
The musketeers in front of them were still struggling to fiddle with something in the iron pipe with their sticks.
It was obvious that they had no time to put down a round.
At this critical moment, the forest-like spear was lowered, and the gleaming spear fell on the chests of these heavy infantry, preventing them from going any further.
The heavy infantrymen, wearing heavy armor, ignored these spear blades and continued to move forward slowly but firmly.
As long as he squeezes in two more steps, the long knife in his hand can hit the heads of those guys holding iron pipes.
"Kill" was shouted, and spears were stabbed.
In an instant, it penetrated the breastplate of the heavy infantry of the Song Army.
However, it only penetrated two inches and could not penetrate any further.
But it also temporarily stopped their progress.
These Song army infantrymen waved their swords, trying to cut or push away the gun barrels that were blocking them.
The three feet behind the blades of those spears and spears were made of iron, and of course they could be cut continuously.
Within eight or nine breaths of the Song soldiers' heavy armor stopping in front of the gun forest, the second row of musketeers had already loaded their ammunition and stood up to fire a volley.
After a loud noise of white smoke, the heavy armor of the Song Army was no longer standing.
Among these heavy armors, many of them had their thick armor plates attached to their heads smashed into pieces, and half of their heads were missing.
The matchlock soldiers of the Han army used large-caliber heavy eight-edged muskets loaded with shot pellets.
It would not be surprising if a shot hit the head at close range.
At the top of the city, Yue Fei and Yang Yizhong observed everything with telescopes.
Yang Yizhong's underwear was soaked with sweat.
He was grateful that he made the right choice on the day of the Lin'an Mutiny.
At this time, Yue Fei already existed like a god in his mind.
"Your Majesty, the Song army is about to collapse."
Yang Yizhong said.
"Brother Ten, please call me Your Majesty instead."
"Um, your Majesty, please don't call me that way again."
"No, you won't be a commoner.
When the empire is employing people, leaving you idle is not a waste of talent."
Yue Fei paused, looked outside the city and frowned again: "It's beyond my expectation, Zhang Jun They were defeated too quickly.
They were defeated before my hussars came from the outside to attack their backs."
Yue Fei immediately ordered his troops to say, "Send my military order, and all the cavalry and chariots in the city will go out of the city to pursue the defeated army":