Traveling back to the Northern Song Dynasty: Picking up a princess as my wife

"Open the city gates immediately! We are General Wanyan's troops."

The Jin soldiers pounded loudly on the city gate in the cold wind. The deputy general on horseback was also shivering from the cold and didn't want to say a word.

Li Zhen, wearing a down jacket, stood on the city wall, holding a megaphone and shouting, "Don't be impatient, the gate will open soon."

As he spoke, he waved to Wang Changdao inside the city wall. Upon seeing this, Wang Changdao immediately pulled down his helmet and ordered, "Attack!"

The city gates were quickly opened, and just as the Jin soldiers outside the city were about to go inside, they discovered a large group of heavily armored troops wielding long swords, rhythmically running towards them.

Even a fool would understand what was happening upon seeing this scene, and they all turned and ran back.

At the same time, the archers on the city wall drew their composite bows and aimed their sharp arrowheads at the Jin soldiers below.

Li Zhen shouted through the megaphone, "Fire the arrows!"

Countless arrows flew towards the Jin soldiers with a biting cold wind. Dozens fell in the first wave of fire. The key was that these Jin soldiers were completely unprepared. In addition, they had been traveling all the way from Lijiazhai in the cold wind, and their hands and feet were already numb from the cold.

"kill!"

Wang Changdao, like a tiger descending a mountain, charged ahead at the very front of the ranks, his figure drawing a sharp arc across the battlefield. A flash of cold light emanated from his longsword, precisely severing the retreat of a fleeing Jin soldier. The soldier fell to the ground with a thud, not even having time to utter a cry of alarm.

Before he could catch his breath, Wang Changdao turned and delivered another powerful slash, aiming directly at another panicked Jin soldier. The blade flashed like lightning, chilling everyone to the bone.

Seeing their escape route blocked, some Jin soldiers' eyes flashed with despair. They roared in resentment and drew various weapons from their waists, determined to fight the sword-wielding team to the death.

The battlefield erupted in a cacophony of clanging metal and flashing blades, a deathly symphony. Yet, this valiant counterattack was like an ant trying to shake a tree; the fully armed broadsword squads stood like an impregnable fortress. Their armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and neither the sharp blades nor the pointed spears seemed to come alive against this formidable defense.

The Jin soldiers' attacks were as fierce as a storm, but they only managed to set off sparks in vain, unable to penetrate the impenetrable defense. On the contrary, the broadsword team launched a counterattack with overwhelming force, each strike and sword precise and deadly. One Jin soldier after another fell, their weapons scattered on the ground, stained with blood.

For the Big Sword Team, this battle was like a one-sided massacre. They were like the Grim Reaper, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Jin soldiers.

The Jin army lieutenant general, with his keen eyes, instantly grasped the urgency of the situation. He shouted sternly to his loyal personal guards beside him, "Assemble the cavalry and charge into battle with me! We are determined to break through this encirclement!"

After saying this, he secretly pondered to himself. His sharp eyes inadvertently swept over the neatly arranged, gleaming composite bow formation on the city wall, and he already understood that the garrison in Tangyin City and the soldiers hidden in the mountains and forests were actually of the same ilk.

He knew that at this moment, he was like a lone boat adrift on a vast ocean, with neither supplies nor reinforcements. Only by forging the sword of dawn with his own flesh and blood could he carve out a path to survival in this desperate situation.

This resolute determination stems not only from a desire to survive, but also from a steadfast commitment to honor and belief.

At his command, the royal guards responded swiftly, their hooves thundering like rolling thunder. They spurred their horses and launched a fearless charge towards the seemingly insurmountable defensive line. In the wind, only a series of resolute and determined figures remained, along with the valiant light that shone on the edge of life and death.

Wang Changdao stood at the front of the formation, his eyes piercing through the cold visor of his helmet, capturing the sight of the Jin cavalry surging towards him like a tidal wave.

A cold smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth, a smile that contained both disdain for the enemy's fierce advance and the composure and confidence of a general.

"Soldiers, do not panic!" His voice was steady and powerful, piercing through the noise of the battlefield and reaching the hearts of every soldier.

"On my command, assemble immediately and set up an impenetrable fortress!"

As his words fell, the troops, initially somewhat flustered by the overwhelming enemy force, seemed to be instantly united by an invisible power. The warriors swiftly adjusted their formation, shields crisscrossing, longswords standing tall, forming an impregnable defensive line. Their eyes were resolute, their breathing synchronized, as if every inch of the land trembled at their unity, displaying an indomitable fighting spirit and an unwavering determination to win.

At this moment, Wang Changdao's figure seemed to merge with the troops behind him, becoming the most unshakable rock in this fierce battle about to unfold. The charge of the Jin cavalry opposite them was, in their eyes, nothing more than waves about to be crushed, unable to shake this steel-forged line in the slightest.

Seeing this, Li Zhen's eyes flashed with determination. He then decisively waved his hand and commanded in a low, powerful voice, "Archers, aim at those Jin cavalry immediately! Hit them with a single arrow, and give them no chance to breathe!"

After speaking, he moved slightly, as if drawing a cold light from nothingness—a semi-automatic rifle that he had quietly taken out from the mysterious space.

The gun felt like an extension of his own being in his hands. He gently adjusted the focus of the scope until the figure of the Jin army lieutenant general came into clear view.

His eyes showed no hesitation or wavering, only an unwavering belief in victory and a calm assessment of the enemy. His crosshair locked firmly on, like a shackle of fate, silently binding the golden general's shoulders, foreshadowing the impending judgment.

The air around them seemed to freeze at that moment, all sound swallowed by the heavy atmosphere, leaving only Li Zhen's steady breathing and the restless neighing of the Jin army's warhorses in the distance. This was a contest of strength and wisdom, a clash of beliefs and determination. Li Zhen knew that this shot was not only a deterrent to the enemy, but also a boost to his own morale; he had to hit the bullseye without fail.

So, as everyone held their breath in anticipation, Li Zhen slowly pulled the trigger. At that moment, time seemed to stretch out until a sharp "bang" pierced the sky, cutting through the battlefield's clamor and striking straight to the heart. And the Jin army lieutenant general, under this single shot, had his fate completely rewritten.

In an instant, the valiant Jin army lieutenant general's forehead seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, and a stream of crimson blood gushed out, like the most brilliant yet tragic fallen leaves in autumn, piercing the grim atmosphere of the battlefield.

His body, having lost its former agility and balance, slid slowly and heavily from the back of his warhorse like a leaf swept up by a gale, finally lying on the dusty battlefield, appearing exceptionally tragic and lonely. This scene not only seemed to freeze the surrounding air, but also chilled every Jin cavalryman who witnessed it. What kind of weapon was the enemy using? It was even more powerful than the Divine Arm Crossbow.

With the sudden fall of their commander, the Jin army's iron formation, poised for battle, was like a giant beast that had lost its soul, instantly plunged into a chaotic vortex.

Those cavalrymen, clad in heavy armor and galloping across the battlefield, had lost their former vigor and teamwork, scattering in all directions and fighting individually.

Every cavalryman seemed driven by an invisible fear, desperately searching for a way to escape this land of death. Their eyes no longer held the desire for victory; instead, they were filled with profound despair and a yearning for survival.