I rebelled in the Song Dynasty

Liu Sheng stayed on the battlefield, looking at the battlefield that had not yet been cleaned up. The barren land filled his heart with endless pride.

It is said that the Song Dynasty was the pinnacle of cold weapons, but this peak seems to be insufficient in the face of hot weapons. They were just simple gunpowder cans, and the Khitan cavalry they killed had no power to fight back. Is this the crushing power of the times?

Liu Sheng closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, seeming to resonate with the heaven and earth.

The sky was dark, dark clouds blocked the sun, a gust of wind blew by, and snowflakes were flying in the sky, slowly falling to the ground.

"Snow, it's snowing." Someone shouted loudly.

Liang Shouyi came to Liu Sheng's side and said, "General, it's snowing." Liang Shouyi knew that his general was obsessed with snow.

Snow means that the roads are blocked, which means that the Khitans will not come here in a short time, and Shuozhou is safe.

"It's snowing." Liu Sheng stretched out his hand to touch the falling snowflakes. They were very cold and dissipated in his hands in the blink of an eye.

Having experienced the crushing impact of the times, Liu Sheng no longer clings to the heavy snowfall to block roads. In other words, Liu Sheng underestimates the harm that gunpowder brings to people of this era. That harm is not only physical, but also psychological.

Liu Sheng could never forget the scene of the Khitan cavalry kneeling and kowtowing during the explosion.

"Hey..." A sound of horse hooves came from a distance.

"Protect the general." A group of people held sharp swords to warn all directions, and slowly retreated to the canyon camp with Liu Sheng.

As he got closer, Liu Sheng saw the people coming. There were dozens of riders, all carrying bows. The other party didn't seem to expect to encounter anyone, and he was also startled.

The leader was an old man with a gray beard. He quickly got off his horse and stepped forward to confess.

"I don't know that there is a noble person here. I have disturbed you. Please forgive me." The old man was very pleasant.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Liang Shouyi asked.

"The villain is a rich man from Shanyin. He likes to hunt on weekdays. I heard thunder rolling here earlier and thought that some strange beast was born, so I came here to hunt it."

The old man looked around and said: "It doesn't seem to be the movement of thunder, it smells wrong."

"Oh, what does the old man think this should taste like?" Liu Sheng asked.

The old man seemed to be recalling something and said: "It seems to be the smell of saltpeter and sulfur mixed with burning charcoal."

"Does the old man recognize this thing?" Liu Sheng asked.

"Twenty years ago, the Song army fought in Qingtang and used this substance when they attacked Xixia. Song people called it gunpowder, but it was not so powerful. Most of it was sealed in bamboo, added with a large amount of poison, ignited and thrown into the enemy's formation, causing People are poisoned, and this is the first time I have seen someone making such a sound. I wonder if your noble lord can let me grow your eyes?" the old man said unhurriedly.

"The old man is very knowledgeable. He can deduce this thing just based on the smell he has smelled for decades." Liu Sheng praised.

"It's just that if you live longer, your memory will be better." The old man waved his hand and didn't care at all.

Liu Sheng's eyes were rolling wildly, and he could deduce something that didn't belong to this era just by smelling it. This old guy definitely had a great background.

He came just after the Khitans were defeated. Liu Sheng didn't believe it if he said it was a coincidence.

At Liu Sheng's signal, Liang Shouyi took out a gunpowder jar and showed off: "This is called a gunpowder jar. It was invented by our general. It is as powerful as thunder."

After Liang Shou took out the gunpowder pot, the old man's eyes widened.

Liu Sheng said: "It's windy and snowy here, why don't I go back and think about it carefully?"

As he spoke, the guards around Liu Sheng slowly surrounded him. At this time, the old man stepped forward and grabbed the gunpowder jar in Liang Shouyi's hand, jumped on his horse and ran away.

"Hurry up, they are careful. Don't let them take the gunpowder pot away."

Dozens of riders chased him out in an instant.

After no one could be seen, Liu Sheng asked Liang Shou: "What did you put in it?"

Liang Shouyi chuckled and said, "Give him some of the things we use to confuse and listen carefully."

...

The offensive and defensive battle in Yingzhou is still going on. Pungent blood emanates from the city gate. Broken human bodies, severed hands and feet, blood spurts all over the floor, the stench of organs that slipped out of the human body, and painful cries. , the dying soldiers wailed in their dying breaths.

The Khitan people are still clinging to this city gate, and the falling white snow brings a little embellishment to the blood-stained earth.

"kill"

Both sides were crowded, but the number of soldiers capable of fighting in the front was only a few dozen. As soon as there were casualties on both sides, fresh troops would immediately rush forward. The place where the two armies were stalemate began to be gradually filled with dead bodies and blood, forming a dividing line. .

Neither side flinched and seemed to no longer care about the ownership of the city. Their goal was to kill all the enemy troops in sight.

In order to prevent the Song army from fleeing in fear, Zhongdao packed the narrow city gate with people. People were crowded against each other, and it was difficult to turn around except moving forward.

Forcing the Song army and the Khitan people to fight to the death.

The smell of blood spreads in the cold air, and the heavy snow is still flying. The teeth-searing sound of metal friction and the heart-shaking sound of metal entering flesh alternately sound. Blood and flesh create a sad picture in the snow. .

The entire battlefield was filled with the sound of chopping, sparks from metal collisions everywhere, broken weapons and bodies that were no longer complete were everywhere.

There was even the sound of the knife clattering on the bones, and the sound of the stump falling to the ground.

All these sounds merged together to form a very shocking and beautiful symphony of destiny.

Life here is as worthless as waste, and even people at that time did not cherish it at all.

The sun seemed not to want to see this tragic scene in the world, and slowly set behind the mountain, leaving only a little afterglow of the setting sun.

Finally, reason defeated courage, and the Khitans seemed to finally understand that the heavily armored Song army was simply difficult to defeat.

In the end, the Song Army won the battle for the city gate. Zhongdao looked back and saw that there were only a few people left standing in the city. Even Cai You and Wang Zhen were standing in the distance with armor and sharp blades in their hands, walking towards him. .

"Can I still leave?" Cai You asked.

Zhongdao nodded, used the knife as a crutch and walked out of the city with King Cai You.

"My lord, can we still fight?" Zhongdao said hoarsely, pulling Cai You to prevent him from leaving the city, almost staggering and falling.

Cai You stretched out his hand to support Zhongdao and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about? Reinforcements are coming. It seems to be your father."

"Ah!" Zhongdao was stunned for a moment and then said in a low mood: "It turns out we weren't the ones who defeated the Khitans."

"Living is better than anything else." Wang Xun comforted.

Those who survived, when they heard that there were reinforcements, lay on the top of the city and watched. A group of cavalry with the name "Zhong" riding faced off against the Khitan people.

Although there were only 3000 people, they clearly suppressed the Khitans with momentum.

Tusu'er immediately stepped forward and said, "I don't know which general from the Zhong family came to my Yingzhou, what's the point of doing it?"

"Zhongjia, Zhongshidao, take my grandson home." The visitor replied domineeringly.

"When General Zhong is away from home to take care of his old age, isn't he afraid that his whole life will be ruined in the hands of his juniors?" Tusuer said sarcastically.

"Hahaha..." Master Zhongdao said with a smile: "It's just you? Get out of the way quickly, so as not to say that I bully the junior."

There was a fire in Tusu'er's heart, and he was about to capture Yingzhou, so this old man Zhong Shidao came.

The Zhong Family Army in the northwest of the Song Kingdom was a thorn in the hearts of the Khitan people. Xixia, the Khitan's vanguard, was defeated by the Zhong Family Army and no longer dared to jump around. Even the Song Kingdom spoke better than the Khitan people. make.

"What if I don't let the old general stay?"

"Get away quickly if you give in, won't you?" Zhong Shidao looked at the Khitan army and said, "I can't catch up with those light cavalry of yours, but not one of the remaining infantry is wanted to stay."

"I heard that the Zhong family's iron cavalry is unparalleled in the world, and the juniors are not talented. I want to try it out to see if it is as powerful as the legend."

Tusu'er had a faint look in his eyes and held a sword in his hand. Just when he was about to draw the sword, he sent a message to the soldiers: "The general has an order. Withdraw."