Chapter 59: Fierce Battle (Change)

"rumble!"

The sound of thunderous hooves made the earth tremble, splashing large patches of smoke and dust, like an angry dragon, rushing south.

Yelu Zhao was on a tall horse, looking at the marching Liao army, and couldn't help but feel proud: "With such elite force, are you afraid of the Southern people? Humph, the Southern people really don't want to live anymore, and they actually came to the territory of the Great Liao to plunder! I will never let you go."

This idea is a bit arrogant, but it has the capital of arrogance. The Liao army in Zhuozhou is an elite, and they are all strong in shape. At first glance, they have been strictly trained, with strict formations, people are like dragons, horses are like tigers, with extraordinary momentum and a murderous aura.

"Report to the commander, a Song army was found in front of him." A scout came over and reported to Yelu Zhao.

"Oh!" Yelu Zhao raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said, "Tell me the order, go forward at full speed, and you must not let the Song army escape."

"Report to the Grand Marshal, the southerners are setting up their formation and waiting for us, and they will not escape." The scout hurriedly reported again.

"Carry a formation?" Yelu Zhao felt very funny as if he was listening to fairy tales: "Haha! The courage of the Southern people is so strong that he dares to compete with the warriors of the Liao Dynasty! For hundreds of years, the Southern people have not had such courage! Good! Since the Southern people have this intention, I will fulfill them. Send the order and move forward!"

With a command, the marching Liao army began to change its formation, from the marching formation to the combat formation, horizontally and vertically, with murderous aura, and a solemn and murderous aura spread out, making people feel thrilled.

"Rumor!" The sound of the Liao army's advancement was more rhythmic and powerful.

Wu Ji rode on his horse, looking ahead in front of the Song army formation, and saw a dark cloud hanging down the ground, floating south quickly, and shouting: "The Liao dog is here!"

Sure enough, in just a moment, a beautiful and smooth water line appeared in the field of view. After a while, flags were flying, people were crowded, war horses were galloping, and the Liao army rushed in like a tide.

"Okay!" Although Wu Ji hated the Liao Kingdom, after seeing the Liao army's military formation, he couldn't help but praise him: "Yelu Zhao is worthy of being a good general, and his formation is strict, solid and heavy, and it is difficult to shake."

"Although we hate Liao Gou, we cannot erase the strengths of Liao Gou. Yelu Zhao does have a few tricks." Zhou Wei looked at the Liao army and nodded continuously: "But, it was us who met me, a new army! If we had encountered such Liao army in the past, we would have lost more than we won. Now, hehe, even if Liao Gou becomes a mountain, we will split it."

He was right. If such an elite Liao army had encountered such an elite Liao army in the past, the Song army would have to run away, and run as far as possible. Now, the new army has been reborn and has strong combat power. No matter how great the Zhuozhou army is, it will not pose a threat to the Song army.

"Although it's amazing, it's far worse than the Pishi Army." Wu Ji couldn't help but look at the Liao army's formation and came to a conclusion.

The Liao army in Zhuozhou is indeed amazing, but Wu Ji had seen the Piss Army. The difference between the two is very big. The Piss Army is the most elite army of the Liao Kingdom, and it was selected by thousands of thousands, and the entire Liao army is only tens of thousands. It is already extremely difficult for the Zhuozhou army to have such elite troops.

"This is a good whetstone. We can't miss it. We must grind our brothers well." Zhou Wei thought further.

Since entering the Liao territory, the Song army has been victorious and defeated. However, after a short period of discomfort and defeat, the Song army performed better and better. However, this is still not enough and has not experienced a fierce battle. The current Zhuozhou Liao army is the best whetstone. After the tempering of the Zhuozhou Liao army, I believe that the Song army will be even more successful.

Just as Wu Ji and the others were looking at the Liao army, Yelu Zhao was also looking at the Song army. His eyes were shining brightly, and he was not staying in the Song army formation. The more he looked, the more surprised he became. His face turned from disdain to attention, and then to a solemn look: "No wonder the southerners dared to line up here and wait for us. It turned out that the Song army was so good."

He was a great expert, and at a glance he could see that this Song army was completely different from the Song army he was familiar with. The formation was heavy and strict, and it had an unshakable momentum. More importantly, when he saw the Song army's eyes, he saw that there was a very different look of fire, and when he looked at the Liao army, he looked at the prey, without any fear.

If it were in the past, the Song army would be frightened when they saw the Liao army, and might have dispersed and fled. How could they have looked at the Liao army with the eyes of hunters like now?

Looking at the opponent from the perspective of a hunter is the patent of the Liao army. In the eyes of the Liao army, the Song army is their prey. Now, this situation has turned upside down, and Yelu Zhao is really shocked.

"Also, they are full of murderous aura!" Yelu Zhao was increasingly shocked. This murderous aura can only be honed on the battlefield, not trained on the school ground.

Most of these Song troops were Western soldiers. They followed Wang Shao to participate in the Xihe Battle. Everyone had killed people and had murderous aura. After this period of training, they were greatly improved, becoming the elite among the elites, and becoming the backbone of the new army.

"The Song general came out to speak." Yelu Zhao slapped the horse's back, stepped on his hooves, and galloped forward.

Wu Ji slapped his horse and stepped forward to greet him: "Is the person coming Yelu Zhao?"

"That's it. Who are you?" Yelu Zhao looked at Wu Ji.

"Wu Ji." Wu Ji's name is reported to his surname.

The two stopped at a distance of twenty feet and began to verbally. Before the war began, the commanders of the two armies spoke and used their 3-inch tongue to suppress the enemy's sharpness. This is an ancient tradition.

"Wu Ji, you are so brave. You dare to invade the Great Liao realm. You will die!" Yelu Zhao shouted like thunder, shaking his eardrums, and spreading from afar: "Dropping off the horse and being tied up quickly, Rao Er will not die."

"Haha!" Wu Ji laughed contemptuously, pointed at Yelu Zhao in his hand, and scolded: "Yelu Zhao, listen. Yanyun's land was owned by China, so I went there for you. Today, we are ordered by the official family to take back Yanyun's land. If you know the current affairs, quickly surrender to the Song Dynasty and spare your life! If you dare to say a word, the Song Dynasty will definitely step on the capital, dig Yelu Abaoji's tomb, smash his bones, and raise his ashes. You will have no place to bury me when you die!"

Shangjing is the capital of the Liao Kingdom. It was too shocking to level Shangjing and dig Yelu Abaoji's grave. Yelu Zhao heard it and was angry in his heart. His face turned into pig liver. He pointed the horse whip in his hand at Wu Ji, and roared: "Arrogant Southerner! You must die a good death!"

Before the war, Wu Ji gained the upper hand. The Song army was very happy and cheered in unison: "Straight up to the capital! Dig up Yelu Abaoji's grave!"

The roar was like thunder, shaking the ground.

This is the happiest and most proud time in the past hundreds of years. Song Jun once said this in the past, but there was no confidence at that time, but it was just a saying. Now, Song Jun is very confident and is full of passion and confidence when he yells again.

If you continue, it is useless, it is just a waste of words. Wu Ji pulled the reins of the horse and said, "Yelu Zhao, it is useless to talk more, and it is useless to talk to swords and guns!" He slapped the horse's back and turned around the formation.

Yelu Zhao's teeth were chewed, but they couldn't make it happen. He had to turn back his formation, speak loudly, and shouted: "The warriors of the Great Liao Dynasty: Have you heard it? The timid southerners actually spoke wildly, and wanted to level the capital and dig Taizu's grave. Is it unbearable? The warriors of the Great Liao Dynasty, use your scimitar to cut off the heads of the southerners! Use your bows and arrows to shoot through the chests of the southerners! The southerners are too arrogant, they must pay the price! They must die! Kill all the southerners!"

"Kill all the people in the South!" The Liao army was so angry that they said Wu Ji. They used their strength to roar, and the roar went straight to the sky, shaking the clouds in the sky.

Wu Ji returned to his own camp and began to speak: "Brothers: The land under your feet is called the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun! More than a hundred years ago, the traitor Shi Jingtang ceded this beautiful and rich land to Liaogou! Liaogou acted as a blessing and bullied the people of Yanyun! He bullied men and women, killed the people, and committed countless crimes! Yelu Deguang even entered the Central Plains and proclaimed himself emperor in the capital of Bianjing, the Song Dynasty. I don't know how many people they killed!"

These are all shames for China. When Wu Ji mentioned it, Song Jun's eyes were filled with hatred, and his teeth were chewed, and he wanted to go forward immediately and fight to the death with the Liao army.

"For more than a hundred years, in order to recover this land, countless patriots have sacrificed their lives and shed their blood. Today, we are fortunate to fight on this land! We are fortunate to fight against Liao Gou in the footsteps of our ancestors!" Wu Ji shouted loudly: "Chinese men can die, their souls can be eliminated, and their ambitions will not be destroyed! They are determined to recover! Vow to restore Yanyun!"

"Swear to return to Yanyun!" Song Jun let out a shocking roar, everyone's faces shining with tears and tears rolling in their eyes.

The loss of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun is a shame for China. The Song Dynasty did not take back the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun is a pain in the hearts of the Song people! Now, being able to fight in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun is a spur and inspiration for Chinese men. At this moment, the morale of the Song army has been unprecedentedly high, and even cowards will become warriors!

No one is a natural coward, but it just does not arouse their courage! Wu Ji's words inspire their supreme courage!

"Kill all the people in the south!"

"Swear to restore Yanyun!"

The roars of the Liao army and the Song army came one after another, and they refused to give in to each other, as if they were singing. If your roars suppressed me, I must suppress you.

For a moment, a shocking roar broke out on the land, one louder and louder than another.

Regardless of the result of this battle, the significance of this battle is extraordinary. Since Emperor Taizong of Song failed to attack Yanyun in the northern expedition, there has never been a Song Dynasty army in Yanyun. Fighting here is of great significance.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The scimitar in Yelu Zhao's hand and the scimitar in Wu Ji's hand pointed at each other.

The two armies behind him were dispatched together, attacking against each other and pressing towards the opponent.

"Rumor!" Two huge military formations moved, making earth-shaking sounds, like billions of thunders slamming under the nine earths, shaking the eardrums.
Chapter completed!