Chapter 61

In the帅帐, all the emperors looked at Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji, with a strange expression, "Is this your army?"

"Hahaha... Of course, they are the genuine elite soldiers of the Great Song." Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji, was slightly dazed, what the hell, are these my Great Song soldiers?

Why do they look like wolves and tigers, even more ferocious than the Jin soldiers?

However, Emperor Huizong of Song quickly looked down at the other emperors with a smug expression. Now we are no longer on the same level. If you want an army, I have 800,000. If you want great generals, I have the heroes of Liangshan.

"In just one round, they split the Eight Banners' formation. It's unbelievable! Damn, this Emperor Huizong of Song is definitely a pig. With so many fierce generals under him, he was still captured by the Jin and treated like a dog." Emperor Chongzhen looked stunned, his face a mix of envy and disdain as he looked at Emperor Huizong of Song.

"Father! Where did you get so many world-class fierce generals? Can you lend a few to help me resist the Jin cavalry?" Emperor Qinzong knelt down on the spot, cursing in his heart, "Damn! With so many fierce generals, you still managed to ruin the Great Song."

"Emperor of Song, you are indeed a rare wise ruler in the world. All the talents in the world have gathered under your command. Truly, you are a model for me." Emperor Yingzong of Ming, Zhu Qizhen, also flattered, thinking to himself that it was hard to find even one in his own country, yet Emperor Huizong of Song had so many fierce generals, and still lost. Was his brain gone?

Could I try to persuade a few fierce generals from him?

...

"Ah, we have united the armies of the Eight Nations. Your Majesties, please be more courteous, hahaha..." Emperor Huizong of Song couldn't hide his smugness. Normally, the flattery from Gao Qiu and Tong Guan was weak, not even a fraction of what these emperors could do.

"Your Majesty, we won't be fighting an army of this level, right?" On the city wall, the banner lords of the Eight Banners looked pale. They had seen fierce generals before; in the past, Aobai was much more ferocious than these people on the battlefield.

However, they had never seen an army of 30,000 with so many fierce generals. There must be at least ten top-notch fierce generals.

"Don't worry, these are probably all the fierce generals in their army. They can only fight once. If they were all this strong, they would have attacked the city directly instead of fighting us one-on-one." On the city wall, Aobai comforted others and himself.

The banner lords of the Eight Banners all breathed a sigh of relief, finding Aobai's words very reasonable.

The battle lasted for more than half an hour. The entire Red Banner was annihilated. Every Song soldier's face was covered in blood, and they returned to the camp with heads hanging from their horses, elated.

"The first round, the Eight Nations' Alliance wins. The second round will now begin." In the sky, Zhou Yang shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Chongzhen of Ming, Zhu Youjian, waved his hand, and Zǔ Dàshòu led the Guan Ning Iron Cavalry and 20,000 imperial guards to face off against the Blue Banner cavalry charging out of the city.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two iron cavalries charged at each other like two waves of flesh.

Closer, 500 meters!

300 meters!

100 meters!

"Fire!" In the center, Zǔ Dàshòu roared, his voice echoing through the sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A dense sound of gunfire rang out, like thunder in spring, shaking the earth.

In the next moment, at least several thousand Blue Banner cavalrymen were thrown off their horses. Soon, in the second round of gunfire, another thousand fell.

What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!

All the emperors looked at Emperor Chongzhen of Ming, Zhu Youjian, with even more disdain than they had for Emperor Huizong of Song. Damn, you knocked down your opponent from so far away. I just want to ask you, does Emperor Guangzong of Ming, Zhu Changluo, know how awesome you are?

How did you ruin the world?

"Zhu Youjian, you did well." Emperor Guangzong of Ming, Zhu Changluo, walked up to Emperor Chongzhen of Ming, Zhu Youjian, and praised him, muttering to himself, "When he was young, Emperor Chongzhen of Ming, Zhu Youjian, was quite smart. How did he become so stupid as an adult? Is it brain atrophy?"

After the Guan Ning Iron Cavalry fired three rounds, they all picked up the spiked maces on their horses and swung them at the panicked Blue Banner soldiers.

The entire battle lasted even less time than the Liangshan army's, just a little over half an hour. Except for a small part of the army that retreated, all the rest were annihilated in Beijing.

The soldiers on the city wall looked relieved but not afraid. When they entered the pass, they naturally fought the Guan Ning Iron Cavalry. The guns were only effective for three rounds, and it was a pity that the Blue Banner cavalry that just charged out was unlucky. In previous battles, they always used slaves to resist the bullets first before engaging in combat.

"The second round, the Eight Nations' Alliance wins. The third round will now begin."

The third round was led by Emperor Gaozong of Song, Zhao Gou. He was already impatient. Seeing Emperor Huizong of Song so smug, he could tolerate it, after all, he was his nominal father. Damn, now Emperor Chongzhen of Ming also dared to be arrogant in front of him. The two had significant conflicts.

At Emperor Huizong's command, the Yue Family Army advanced slowly, each step steady and quick, like a surging red sea, a towering mountain, unbreakable, moving forward.

"Who will step up?"

On the city gate, the banner lords of the Eight Banners looked at each other, all hesitant and uncertain.

The army in front didn't look very strong, but who knew if it was like the Liangshan army, hiding many top-notch generals in the ranks.

Aobai frowned slightly, "Haoli, you go first and challenge their generals. If the situation is unfavorable, you can retreat into the city or break out."

Haoli, the banner lord of the Blue Banner, was Aobai's confidant. Seeing Aobai's instructions, he felt relieved.

"I am the first warrior of the Blue Banner, Zhuoli. Who dares to fight me?" A tall man over nine feet tall, with a beard and bulging muscles, rode a red horse and galloped forward, roaring at the Yue Family Army.

Thud! Thud! Thud!...

The Yue Family Army remained silent, only the整齐 footsteps moved quickly toward the Blue Banner's formation.

"Is there no one with balls? Who dares to fight me?" Zhuoli's face was angry, ignored, he couldn't help but curse.

Only the sound of footsteps responded to him.

Zhuoli was somewhat unwilling. He had heard that this was an army from a different world, planning to make a name for himself and catch the emperor's attention. Who knew that no one paid attention to him.

Haoli, however, looked pleased, thinking the opposite army must have no great generals. He shouted, "Charge!"

The sound of iron hooves charged toward the Yue Family Army. The speed of the Yue Family Army didn't change, only the formation slightly adjusted, as if they didn't see the charging cavalry.

Boom!

Just as the cavalry was about to collide with the Yue Family Army, the front of the Yue Family Army opened a gap, allowing the 30,000 cavalry to enter, then surrounded them.

On the city wall, Aobai looked pleased. 30,000 infantry and cavalry dared to swallow 30,000 cavalry, truly asking for death. The other banner lords of the Eight Banners looked regretful. Such a brainless army, their cavalry could easily crush 100,000 troops.

At this moment, the central flag moved. Yue Fei's expression was calm, and he waved a command flag lightly. An 8,000-strong iron cavalry charged from the rear, like a black lightning bolt, a rolling wave, a sharp sword, piercing through the Blue Banner in one charge.

In the sky, Zhou Yang watched in amazement. No wonder the Yue Family Army's elite corps, the Backwei Army, was so formidable. Damn, it was already comparable to the cavalry camp I recruited from Xiliang and Bingzhou.

The Song Dynasty had lost all its border passes, and horses were scarce. In the late Han and Three Kingdoms period, Dong Zhuo of Xiliang and Lü Bu of Bingzhou had already beaten the border tribes into submission, so they had no shortage of warhorses. Many in the cavalry camp were skilled in riding from a young age, while the Yue Family Army relied on training, with a significant difference in conditions.

"Break out! Break out immediately!"

Haoli's face was terrified. What the hell were these soldiers? Were they even human?

In just a short time, half of the cavalry was lost. If they didn't run, they would be completely annihilated.

The rear was sealed off, and retreating was impossible. They could only move forward. After breaking out, only about 3,000 cavalry remained from the 10,000.

The 3,000 cavalry rushed into the nearly 400,000 Ming army, like a small wave instantly absorbed.

Each horse, once it entered the army, was torn apart. The armor of the Eight Banners soldiers was stripped clean. The Ming army was poor.

Emperor Taizong of Song, Zhao Guangyi, who had been calm, looked shocked. These were the Song soldiers, so strong?

"Was Zhao Gou's brain kicked by a donkey, to disband such a terrifying army?"

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