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A battlefield of 100,000 people, viewed from above, is almost the size of a city, with densely packed tents stretching as far as the eye can see. In the alternation of dimness and light, the gathering of crowds interweaves to create what seems like a real ocean. And the charge of nearly ten thousand people has the same violent feeling.

Five thousand men, driving more than six thousand routed soldiers, pressed towards a camp of seventy thousand men, like a cup of cold water poured into boiling oil.

——It exploded.

Forty thousand people defended the rear, and there were still more than thirty thousand people facing the city they were about to attack. With the Black Flag Army's charge, the gates of Yanzhou also opened, and the Zhong family's army began to appear, gradually increasing in number. After several reorganizations, they launched a charge towards this side.

The Jurchen's thousand-man cavalry descended from the north, making a threat on the edge of the camp. At the same time, the main force of the Black Flag Army, more than ten thousand strong, slanted in from the northeast, aggressively attempting to cut between the Jurchen main force and Yan Zhenguo's army. When the footsteps of these twelve thousand plus people shook the ground, it was also an astonishing sight.

Fire arrows soared into the sky, and everywhere was a spreading sea of people. The siege catapults were also slowly operating, throwing stones into the sky. Three huge hot air balloons flew towards Yanzhou while dropping explosive packs. The huge sounds and lights in the night were particularly startling.

After arriving in Yanzhou, in order to start the siege immediately, the defensive works of Yan Zhenguo's camp were inherently sloppy – he couldn't build a fort capable of defending 100,000 people. Due to the large number of his own troops, coupled with the presence of the Jurchens, all the army's strength was focused on the siege. If anyone really attacked, defense could only be in the form of positional warfare. And this time, as the largest force on the battlefield, his army was truly caught in a quagmire of gods fighting and mortals suffering.

"The Huaxia Army is here! Those who defect and charge will not be killed! The rest will be slaughtered—"

"Don't come over! We are all brothers—"

"******, get out of the way—"

"I'll kill you if you come any closer—"

"Anyway, I'm going to die, I'll drag you down with me—"

To the southeast, the six to seven thousand people who were being forced by the five thousand Black Flag Army to charge towards the main camp were perhaps the most tormented. Of course, they were unwilling to charge against their own people, but the煞星(shà xīng - evil star) in the rear were extremely fast and ruthless. They did not accept surrendering soldiers; even if they threw away their weapons and armor and knelt on the ground to surrender, the only thing they would receive was a knife to the head. On both sides of the routed soldiers, a small number of Black Flag Army cavalry galloped to drive them on. This surging tide of people had already lost the opportunity to scatter and escape.

And in front, the defensive formation of tens of thousands of people could not open a gap to let the routed soldiers in first. Both sides were shouting. At the last moment before crossing into arrow range, several small teams among the surging routed soldiers stood their ground and fought back against the Black Flag Army, only to be scattered in the blood flowing through the sea of people.

The speed of this running and dispersing could no longer be stopped. When the two sides made contact, there were mad shouts everywhere. The routed soldiers at the front, knowing that they were doomed, frantically hacked and killed their original comrades. The point of contact was like a huge meat grinder, squeezing the people in front into minced meat and blood.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way—"

"I don't want my life anymore—"

"Yan Zhenguo surrendered to the Jin dogs, acting perversely! You should rebel—"

"The Huaxia Army is here! We can't beat them! The Huaxia Army is here! We can't beat them—"

The voices boiled in the fierce collision. For some people, these were the last words they would cry out.

On the west side, the Zhong family's army charging forward fell amidst the flying stones and arrows. Zhong Lie led the army and had already engaged in a collision with this sea of people, with the sounds of fighting resounding. The main force of the Zhong family's army was itself a well-tested elite force, and they were not afraid of such a charge. As time passed, the entire battlefield was frantically colliding and disintegrating. Yan Zhenguo's seventy thousand strong army was like being cooked in a molten gold and iron flame. Yan Zhenguo tried to ask the Jurchens for help, but only received the Jurchens' response ordering him to defend to the death. The Jurchen general, Sahalin, who had come to supervise the battle, did not dare to send his cavalry into the battlefield of 100,000 people that could collapse at any time.

To the north, the battle was not as grand and frantic. The sky had already darkened, and the Jurchen's main camp was lit up with fire, without any movement. The Jurchen general sent out by Lou Shi, named Manduyu, led a two-thousand-strong Jurchen cavalry force that had been skirmishing and harassing the Black Flag Army in the form of scattered troops.

These Jurchens were skilled in horsemanship, forming groups of three to five, with some holding torches and roaring as they rode. Their formation was not dense, but the force of more than two thousand men was like a seemingly loose but flexible school of fish, constantly swimming on the edge of the battlefield. Approaching the Black Flag Army's main camp, they lit rockets and launched them in patches towards this side, then quickly left. The edge of the Black Flag Army's formation held shields, prepared for defense, and archers returned fire, but it was extremely difficult to hit the loosely formed Jurchen cavalry.

On the hillside not far from the main camp, Han Jing led two thousand cavalry, constantly watching this scattered Jurchen force. Under the occasional protection of the cavalry's movements, a hot air balloon was currently flying in the sky. Several warhorses dragged it with long ropes, changing its position. This balloon was not flying high, but it was enough for observation. The observer above occasionally shouted, or released fireworks, and lowered bamboo tubes along the ropes to report changes in the battle situation. During the Black Flag Army's advance, the two thousand Jurchen elite cavalry harassed them several times, trying to find an opportunity to rush over and shoot arrows at the balloon, but each time they were blocked by Han Jing's troops.

In the Black Flag Army's main camp, the soldiers on the edge held shields, arranged in formation, and moved cautiously. In the middle of the formation, Qin Shaoqian looked at the situation on the Jurchen camp's side and signaled to the side. Wooden cannons and iron cannons were unloaded from packhorses, fitted with wheels, and pushed forward. Behind them, the battlefield of nearly 100,000 people had the glorious light of battle, but that was never the core. The enemy there was collapsing. What really decided everything was the Jurchen army of over ten thousand in front of them.

Just as the Black Flag Army began to advance towards the Jurchen camp, at a certain moment, fire lit up. It wasn't a little bit of light, but in an instant, on the opposite hillside, in the originally silent Jurchen camp, all the lights flared up.

The Black Flag Army was not afraid of battle, and Wanyan Loushi was also not afraid of battle.

After that, the Jurchens moved.

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To the southeast, Yan Zhenguo's resisting forces had entered a state of collapse.

People shouted and ran, scrambling like headless flies. Some chose to defect, shouting slogans and starting to charge and slash at their own people. The spreading giant camp was as chaotic as boiling water.

Escape had long occurred. More people didn't know where to escape at the moment. The five thousand Black Flag Army had already charged over, causing a bloody storm wherever they went, and crushing layers of resistance. In the midst of the charge, Zhuo Yongqing followed Mao Yishan and failed to kill anyone. There were resisters, but there were also too many who surrendered. Some followed the Black Flag Army and charged forward, and there were also righteous and awe-inspiring generals who said they looked down on Yan Zhenguo's surrender to the Jin and had long intended to defect. Zhuo Yongqing only cut down one person in the chaos, but did not kill him.

The smell of blood and fire was overwhelming. There were really too many people. After several charges, it was dizzying. Zhuo Yongqing was, after all, a new recruit. Even though he had trained a lot on weekdays, at this time, the huge mental stress had exhausted his energy. When he rushed to a pile of objects, he stopped slightly, holding on to a wooden box and retching a few times. At this time, he saw someone moving in the darkness not far away.

It was a hiding soldier. He and Zhuo Yongqing looked at each other, and they froze there. The next moment, the soldier shouted "Ah—" and rushed over with his knife.

In the instant when the blade flashed towards his face, Zhuo Yongqing gritted his teeth and instinctively swung his long knife according to the movements he had trained on weekdays. His body retreated a little bit, and then he slashed forward with all his strength. Thick blood splashed onto his face. The corpse lunged out, and Zhuo Yongqing stood there, panting for a long time. The blood on his face made him nauseous and want to vomit. He looked back at the corpse on the ground and realized that the knife had actually grazed past his face.

Not far away, crowds were running and surging. Someone was shouting: "Where is Yan Zhenguo!? I'm asking you, where is Yan Zhenguo—take me there!" Zhuo Yongqing tilted his head. This voice was that of Luo Ye, the company commander, who usually seemed refined and cheerful, but had a nickname called Luo the Madman. Only after arriving on the battlefield did Zhuo Yongqing realize why. His comrades also rushed past in the rear. Some looked at him, but no one paid attention to the corpse on the ground. Zhuo Yongqing wiped the blood off his face and followed in the direction of his squad leader.

When the five thousand Black Flag Army cut through from the southeast to the west towards Yanzhou City, Zhong Lie was still fighting fiercely on the west side, but the enemy had been pushed back constantly. With an army of ten thousand facing tens of thousands of enemies, and soon, the enemy would completely collapse, Zhong Lie was fighting extremely happily, commanding his army forward, almost wanting to shout with pleasure.

Then, a warning firework appeared from the city wall, and the sound of hooves came from the north!

This suddenly arriving Jurchen cavalry released arrows, accurately shooting the flank of the Zhong family's army, which had not formed a defensive formation due to the charge. The thousand-man cavalry was still accelerating. Zhong Lie ordered his own cavalry to intercept them, but they were one step too slow. The thousand-man Jurchen cavalry split into two groups during the charge. One group of four hundred men shot arrows while charging towards the Zhong family's cavalry, who were hastily迎. The other group of six hundred cavalry had already rushed into the weak point on the flank of the Zhong family's army, tearing a hole with steel knives and arrows.

The rear of the Zhong family's army quickly contracted. The six hundred cavalry quickly turned back after the charge. The four hundred cavalry and the Zhong family's cavalry circled and shot at each other, passing in front of Yan Zhenguo's army, and merged with the six hundred cavalry not far away. After this thousand cavalry merged, they shot another round of arrows and left triumphantly.

Sahalin's raid, although unable to save the overall situation, also increased the Zhong family's army by hundreds of casualties, and temporarily boosted the morale of some of Yan Zhenguo's army. And just as the Black Flag Army was cutting through, from the north, the fire had already lit up.

Jurchen cavalry rushed out of the camp like a tide. They carried spots of light, which, seen in the night, looked like two long dragons, embracing the Black Flag Army's main formation. Soon after, arrows fell like rain from all directions!

The Black Flag Army soldiers held shields, defending desperately, and the sound of clanging was constant. On the other side, the two thousand cavalry led by Manduyu were also circling like poisonous snakes. At this time, the Black Flag Army was gathered, and the Jurchens were dispersed, making their arrow counterattacks insignificant.

In the midst of the army formation, Qin Shaoqian looked at the Jurchen cavalry, which had already formed a huge semicircle in the dark, and took a deep breath...

The war, therefore, began——

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