We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

"Report——"

When the scouts' shrill cries came, Yelu Daha felt something was wrong.

"General Xiao was beheaded on the battlefield!"

Yelu Dahe felt his vision go dark, and the generals behind him exclaimed, "How is this possible?!"

"The ugly-faced general who first came out to curse was actually of average skill. General Xiao knocked his weapon away in just over twenty rounds. But then two more generals rushed out from the Fengtian Army, one wielding a spear and the other a mace. General Xiao engaged the mace-wielding general, and the other only used three blows to smash General Xiao's head in!"

Everyone was in a trance after hearing this.

There are so many people in the Fengtian Army who are good at fighting generals?

Some people were already thinking of retreating and said, "We can't fight any longer. While morale is still high, why not send the entire army forward?"

"No!" someone objected. "We've fought three battles, lost two, and if we win one more, we'll be tied. There are only two capable fighters in the Fengtian Army. Why not send in the bravest of warriors?"

"If you're not sure of victory, why fight again?"

"After all, we were the ones who first proposed the duel. If we give up now, wouldn't it be a bigger blow to morale?"

Just as the two sides were arguing fiercely, they heard another cheer from the Fengtian Army on the opposite side.

"Report—General Helou couldn't stand the insults and went out to fight the spear-wielding general. After fighting for seven or eight rounds, he was knocked off his horse by the spear!"

This report left everyone present speechless.

"No more fighting!" Yelu Dahe suddenly raised his head, "Order the entire army, attack immediately!"

After four consecutive battles, we only won one and the opponent escaped.

Our side has lost three generals in a row. If we continue to fight stubbornly, my morale will be so low that we won’t be able to fight.

Yelu Dahe issued a death order, not allowing any general to fight again, and ordered a general attack to the leaders of all tribes.

On the other side, Wang Sanchun cursed three times in a row and was already having too much fun.

He simply threw away his long sword and came to the enemy camp with only a small shield, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he started to sing.

However, what awaited them this time was not the frustrated Mohe generals, but a low and desolate horn sound.

Da da da--

As soon as the horn sounded, all the Khitan cavalry in the front row began to pace and rushed towards Wang Sanchun like a tide.

Wang Sanchun was stunned for half a second, then threw away the small shield in his hand and galloped towards the Fengtian Army formation while spurring his horse for his life.

Yue Yun and Ji Taihan behind him were a little slow, and only retreated after Wang Sanchun reminded them loudly.

Only after running back to Li Che did Wang Sanchun breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the sweat from his face:

"Your Highness, the other party is not following the rules and actually sent troops to fight!"

Wang Sanchun and Li Lin beside Li Che looked at each other, and they actually felt a sense of mutual understanding.

"It's okay. You've been swearing for a long time. Drink some water to moisten your throat."

Li Che teased, then looked up at the sun.

Yes, the sun is shining brightly at this moment, and the breeze is not too dry.

"Return to the formation and prepare to engage the enemy."

All the generals responded in unison: "Yes!"

In this battle, Li Che did not plan to charge into the battle line and kill the enemy himself. In a large-scale battle involving hundreds of thousands of troops, there were too many variables, and it would be of no use if he went into the battle himself.

If you put yourself in danger and something unexpected happens, you will end up losing everything.

He quickly returned to the command stand in the center of the formation and nodded slightly to Huo Duanxiao who was giving the command on the stand.

Huo Duanxiao bowed and saluted, then ordered the flag bearer beside him to raise the signal flag and mobilize the troops.

Three miles!

Two miles!

One mile!

The first wave of Khitan cavalry that attacked numbered 100,000. They spread out on the flat ground, looking so mighty that you could see heads everywhere.

However, neither the Khitan cavalry nor the infantry charged at this moment.

If you sprint from such a long distance, you will be out of energy when you reach the front of the formation, let alone fighting.

Although there was no charge, the imposing presence of numbers still made some of the new recruits in the Fengtian Army look nervous, and the clothes inside their armor on the backs were soaked with sweat.

Fortunately, the political commissars moved among the crowd, shouting encouragement.

When the Khitan cavalry advanced for a distance, the flag bearer next to Huo Duanxiao suddenly waved a small flag.

In the rear of the Fengtian Army, a regimental commander of the Dongfeng Brigade received the order and immediately shouted, "Artillery ready!"

The soldier holding the shell stuffed the shell into the muzzle, while the artilleryman behind took out a lighter and placed it under the fuse.

In this battle, Li Che's main army had a total of 40 artillery pieces, and more than 200 large and small mortars with shorter range.

"put!"

Hearing the shouts coming from the Dongfeng Camp in the rear, Li Che couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

It is time to let these inexperienced Khitans experience what it means to be bombarded with artillery fire!

The soldiers of the Dongfeng Brigade lit the fuse, and after a few seconds of silence, the first cannon shot rang out.

Then came the sound of artillery fire one after another, and thick white smoke instantly enveloped the entire Dongfeng Brigade position.

Bang bang bang bang!

More than thirty exploding shells drew parabolas in the air and fell into the Khitan line with supreme power.

With such a dense front and so many soldiers, it was destined that these shells would not miss.

There were only a series of explosions. The shells exploded in the Khitan army formation, and more than thirty gorgeous flaming flowers burst out in an instant.

In an instant, the Khitan army suffered heavy casualties. Soldiers who were killed or injured were thrown into the air, and the surviving soldiers below looked on in horror.

Some soldiers who had never seen artillery wanted to escape, but were stopped by the Khitan generals. If the stop was useless, the supervisory team would chop off the deserters' heads.

After all, the Khitans were a nation that had been prosperous outside the Great Wall for so many years, and their military law was relatively strict. This wave of bombing did not cause too much unrest.

They suppressed the fear in their hearts and pushed the distance between the two sides' lines to 500 meters.

The next moment, the second wave of artillery attack arrived.

This time, not only artillery but also large-caliber mortars participated in the attack.

The Fengtian Army soldiers only heard a "whoosh whoosh" sound above their heads, and then the Khitan army formation in front of them rumbled continuously.

This wave of bombing was even more powerful. Several military formations hit by the artillery fire collapsed on the spot, and screams were heard everywhere.

Yelu Dahe's supervising team had to use bows and arrows to shoot all those who were retreating frantically on the spot, so as to prevent the other armies from being defeated along with them.

After paying a heavy price, the Khitan army advanced the distance to three hundred steps.

Huo Duanxiao's pupils shrank and he said something to the flag bearer beside him.

The standard-bearer waved the flag, and the front-line shield general who received the order immediately shouted, "Give way!"

brush--

Every other shield soldier took a step back and retreated behind their companions, leaving thousands of empty spaces.

Then, the soldiers of the Shenji Brigade wearing leather armor stepped forward and raised their muskets.

This distance is a special place for muskets!

The muskets were loaded with bullets and gunpowder, waiting only for the order to fire.

Hua Ying's eyes swept across the enemy formation like an eagle, counting silently in his heart.

When most of the Khitan troops were within range, Hua Ying suddenly gave the order:

"Fire!"