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His own Yan Yun Army, with ordinary soldiers at least at the peak of the third rank and elites at the second rank, all had mastered the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt techniques, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was at least at the seventh level. Their attribute panel was far superior to that of the Song army.

Wu Feng gently shook his head, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.

With this level of strength, even in a head-on confrontation, his own soldiers might not lose, let alone now that they have the advantage of terrain and have laid a trap in advance.

Zhao Guangyi was so eager to ascend the throne and establish his authority that he chose to gnaw on the toughest nut to crack, which was simply courting death.

He crushed hundreds of thousands of Liao Kingdom's elite troops, Pi Shi Army, and Yi Pin Tang masters.

What is there to fear from a weak Song Dynasty that values ​​literature over military affairs and whose national strength is comparable to that of the Liao Dynasty?

Enough of this verbal sparring; a fight will tell us who is stronger.

Wu Feng put down his teacup and calmly watched the battlefield; a major battle was about to break out.

Song army commander Cao Bin stood in front of the army formation, looking at the Yan Yun army waiting in battle ahead, his face ashen, his hand gripping the horsewhip tightly.

He knew he was now in a bind, and could only grit his teeth and roar, "Charge! Take the enemy city and recapture Yan and Yun!"

At a command, the vanguard of the Song army roared and charged toward Weiyuan City, their footsteps shaking the ground and their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth.

Just as they rushed to within a hundred paces of the city, the Song soldiers in the front row suddenly lost their footing, and the ground collapsed with a crash.

The pits that Han Yu had ordered to be dug were now fully revealed, filled with sharp wooden spikes, densely packed like a jungle.

Before the Song soldiers in the front row could even scream, they fell directly into the pit. Wooden spikes pierced through their armor and bodies, and blood gushed out instantly. White light flashed continuously, and swathes of soldiers were instantly killed.

Your soldiers have killed Song Dynasty Imperial Guards, gaining 12000 experience points.

Your soldiers have killed Song Dynasty Imperial Guards, gaining 12000 experience points.

The experience tips at the edge of his field of vision flooded the screen like a waterfall, but Wu Feng, sitting on the spectator platform, didn't even lift his eyelids.

This is just the beginning.

Standing atop the city wall, Han Yu watched as the Song army's vanguard fell into the pit, throwing their ranks into chaos. He swiftly waved his command flag: "Archers, fire!"

The archers lying in ambush on the city wall and the hillsides on both sides instantly drew their bows to their full extent, and tens of thousands of arrows were released at the same time, pressing down on the Song army like dark clouds that blotted out the sun.

Arrows, whistling sharply through the air, densely covered the entire battlefield, leaving nowhere to hide.

The Song soldiers, wearing only thin standard armor, were no match for the dense rain of arrows. The arrows pierced through the armor and penetrated deep into the flesh, causing swathes of soldiers to fall to the ground, their screams echoing everywhere.

With just one volley, thousands more Song soldiers fell in pools of blood, turning into white light and disappearing.

Since the start of the war, the soldiers of both sides have not engaged in a single direct hand-to-hand combat, yet the Song army has already suffered tens of thousands of casualties, and its morale has plummeted.

Seeing this, the Song soldiers behind them became fearful and wanted to bypass the pit and the rain of arrows, and attack from both sides.

However, both sides had already been blocked by Mu Lingyun's light cavalry, and the archers on the city wall treated them as live targets. Whenever they showed their heads, a volley of arrows would rain down, and as many as they charged up fell.

Wave after wave of Song soldiers fell, their bodies piling up on the battlefield. Blood stained the entire land, turning the once withered grass a dark red, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

When the remaining Song troops finally reached the gates of Weiyuan City after suffering heavy losses, they had already suffered more than half casualties, their morale had collapsed, and their formation was in complete disarray.

Han Yu stood atop the city wall, his gaze icy, and waved his command flag once more fiercely: "All troops, attack!"

"kill--!"

The city gates burst open, and Huo Jiushan led his heavy infantry out first. Their iron armor clanged, and they wielded long swords and large shields, pressing forward like an iron fortress.

Mu Lingyun led his light cavalry to flank the enemy from both sides, their horses' hooves trampling and their spears piercing.

Zhao Tieshan led his infantry closely behind, finishing off the remaining enemies.

The soldiers of the Yan Yun Army were all incredibly brave and fierce. With their Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt abilities activated, the Song soldiers' swords and spears could only leave shallow white marks when they slashed or stabbed them. Instead, a punch or a slash from a Yan Yun Army soldier would send the Song soldiers flying backward in a flash of white light.

The difference in combat strength between the two sides was like an insurmountable chasm; this was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre.

On the Song army's chariot, Cao Bin's deputy general watched as the vanguard was swiftly devoured and annihilated, soldiers falling like mowing grass. Cold sweat poured down his forehead and slid down his cheeks. His voice trembled as he cried out, "Commander! Something's wrong! The enemy soldiers are too strong. Our men can't hold them off at all. If we keep charging, we'll be wiped out!"

The lieutenant trembled all over. He had fought in many years and had never seen such powerful soldiers. They were invulnerable to swords and spears and had immense strength. His soldiers were like paper in front of them.

Cao Bin's face was ashen, his lips were cracked, and his eyes were bloodshot. He stared intently at the rout of the battle ahead, his last shred of hope completely shattered.

He knew that retreating was too late at this point; the Yan Yun army had already completed the encirclement, and retreating would only turn into a one-sided pursuit, resulting in even heavier casualties.

Now that things have come to this, the only option is to go all out and launch a desperate attack!

"Attack! All troops, launch a full-scale assault! No retreat! Anyone who retreats will be executed!" Cao Bin roared, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse and almost insane. "All troops, press forward!"

Military orders are absolute. The remaining Song soldiers were driven to desperation and had no choice but to charge towards the Yan Yun army without fear of death, like moths to a flame, knowing they would die but still having no choice but to move forward.

Wu Feng sat on the observation platform, watching the Song army charging recklessly in the distance, and scratched his head in confusion.

This Song army commander did have some spirit; knowing defeat was inevitable, he still insisted on launching an attack, but unfortunately, he was too irrational.

Such a fierce, moth-to-a-flame attack, if placed against an unprepared opponent, might actually have a surprising effect and create a glimmer of hope.

But now, our side has already laid a trap and our combat power is overwhelming in every way. Such a strong attack would only be a waste of lives.

He picked up his teacup, gently blew on the tea foam, and quietly watched the battle, which was a foregone conclusion.

The battle lasted from dawn until afternoon. Under the blazing sun, the shouts of battle gradually subsided, replaced by the cries of Song soldiers begging for mercy and panting.

Of the 300,000 Song soldiers, nearly half were killed in battle. The remaining soldiers, having lost their commander, completely lost their will to resist, threw down their weapons, and knelt down to surrender.

Even Cao Bin, the commander-in-chief of the Song army, was knocked off his horse by Han Yu in the chaos of battle and killed on the spot, turning into a white light and disappearing.

[Your general Han Yu has killed Song army commander Cao Bin (a first-class martial artist), gaining 80000000 experience points.]

On the battlefield, the Yan Yun Army soldiers stood in neat rows, escorting groups of Song prisoners, stretching as far as the eye could see.

A rough count revealed that as many as 150,000 Song soldiers were captured, and their equipment, provisions, and weapons were all seized by the Yan-Yun Army and piled up like mountains.

Han Yu, Mu Lingyun, and the others escorted the prisoners to the foot of the city wall. They clasped their hands and bowed to Wu Feng on the viewing platform, their voices booming: "My lord, the battle is over! The Song army's commander-in-chief has been beheaded, 150,000 prisoners have been captured, and countless provisions and weapons have been seized!"

Wu Feng stood up, surveyed the battlefield and prisoners from his elevated position, and said calmly, "This battle was well done. These prisoners are yours to deal with. Select the elite to join the army, and arrange for the rest to work in the fields. Keep them calm and do not torture or kill them. In addition, immediately take over all the border cities, set up defenses, and guard them to prevent a Song Dynasty counterattack."

"Yes, my lord!" the men replied in unison, took their orders, and went to deal with the post-war matters.