The opposite Jin Wushu saw me calm and composed, and directly maxed out his anger value, leaping on his horse and charging straight towards me with his sword.

We stood there, one still and one in motion, creating a stark contrast at the whole Juyong Pass. The eyes of both sides' soldiers were focused on us.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred steps...

Just as I could see the beads of sweat on Jin Wushu's forehead, he suddenly raised his hand.

Bang.

A crisp sound echoed in the mountain path, and Jin Wushu fell from his horse in response, a highly conspicuous bullet hole in the center of his forehead.

This scene stunned everyone.

I quietly put away my pistol, thinking that I should maintain some sense of mystery.

After a moment, I heard Yue Fei exclaim from behind, "Master Wu is truly a godsend to our Great Song."

But I knew it wasn't the time for sentimentalism. I immediately raised the command flag.

With this command, ten tank turrets simultaneously rotated, aiming at the barrels on the cliff.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several consecutive loud bangs, shells hit the barrels and ignited fierce flames, then proceeded to detonate the other barrels.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several more loud bangs, the splashed oil stuck to the Jin soldiers, instantly turning them into human torches, with continuous screams in the mountains and forests.

After a moment of chaos, the Jin soldiers, now without their commander, unexpectedly regrouped and prepared to charge down the mountain.

At this moment, a hundred Maxim machine guns were ready in formation.

As I waved the command flag, numerous bullets pierced through the woods, hitting the densely concealed Jin soldiers.

The soldiers at this moment had completely abandoned any tactical movements because they had never witnessed such weapons before, and those who had seen them were already dead.

But they still fearlessly charged forward because they knew behind them lay the capital of the Jin Dynasty.

With their charge, some of them approached the Maxim machine gun team.

"Gather troops and prepare to form a formation."

Yue Fei immediately assessed the battlefield situation, adjusting the formation to prepare for the enemy's arrival.

And in this instant change, there was another cannon blast from the eastern hillside.

Boom.

"Li Shan, inform the troops to be careful of rolling stones."

"Zhang Xian, you are responsible for protecting the strategist."

"Bei Wei's army, charge with me and open up a gap."

...

Yue Fei's on-the-spot command was exemplary.

One order after another was clearly issued.

But as rolling stones rolled down from the mountain, the first to be injured were the Jin soldiers charging down from the forest.

Yet they seemed to enjoy the thrill of rushing over the bodies of their own comrades.

One group of Jin soldiers after another fearlessly rushed down the mountain toward the narrow path of Juyong Pass.

Their numbers grew larger and larger, and even I began to feel anxious, occasionally glancing at the north side of Juyong Pass.

But at this time, the sounds of battle were deafening, the clash of swords and blades incessant.

Under Yue Fei's leadership, the Yue family army was also prepared to fight to the death.

Just as I was rapidly considering countermeasures, a Jin soldier suddenly rushed toward me.

A cold light flashed, and the blade came straight for my head.

Bang.

I raised my hand and shot him in the head, shouting loudly.

"Do not take unnecessary risks, hold the line."

Zhang Xian, responsible for my protection, asked in a loud voice.

"Strategist, we must break out at this moment to have a way out. We cannot hold the line."

Even Fu Xuan and Xu Qing, while fighting, came over and urged loudly.

"Strategist, break out! If we don't break out now, the Yue family army will be completely wiped out here."

At this moment, fearless Jin soldiers gathered more and more, completely surrounding the entire Juyong Pass, front and back.

Fu Xuan, Xu Qing, and the otherscontinued to argue for breaking out of the encirclement, their voices filled with urgency and concern for my safety.

I looked at the determined faces of my comrades, their eyes filled with unwavering loyalty and determination. I understood their worries, but I also knew the importance of holding the line.

"We cannot break out now," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the chaos of battle. "If we abandon our position, the enemy will flood into the pass and threaten the capital. Our mission is to defend Juyong Pass at all costs."

My words resonated with the soldiers around me. They knew the gravity of the situation and the consequences of retreating. With renewed determination, they stood their ground, ready to face the onslaught of the Jin army.

As the Jin soldiers closed in, we fought with everything we had. The clash of weapons, the cries of battle, and the sounds of gunfire filled the air. The narrow pass became a battlefield, with bodies piling up on both sides.

Yue Fei led his troops with unwavering courage, his sword slashing through the enemy ranks. His presence inspired the soldiers, and they fought even harder, pushing back the Jin soldiers inch by inch.

But the Jin army seemed relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. They kept charging, wave after wave, determined to break through our defenses.

Amidst the chaos, I remained calm, assessing the situation and giving orders to reinforce weak points and rotate exhausted troops. The battlefield was a symphony of chaos and strategy, where every move mattered.

Hours turned into an eternity as the battle raged on. The sun began to set, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield. Fatigue weighed heavily on our bodies, but we couldn't afford to waver.

Then, as if by some miracle, reinforcements arrived. The sound of drums and horns filled the air, and from the north came the banner of the Great Song. It was General Han Shizhong leading the Song army to our aid.

The morale of our troops soared as the fresh reinforcements charged into the fray. With renewed vigor, we pushed back the Jin army, driving them back up the mountain.

The tides had turned in our favor. We fought with a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that victory was within our grasp.

As the battle reached its climax, the Jin soldiers began to retreat in disarray. Their once-unyielding advance had turned into a desperate retreat. We pursued them, cutting them down as they fled.

When the dust settled, Juyong Pass was littered with the fallen. The victory had come at a great cost, but it was a testament to the bravery and resilience of the Great Song soldiers.

I looked around at the exhausted but triumphant faces of my comrades. We had held the line, defended Juyong Pass, and protected the capital. It was a hard-fought victory, but one that would be remembered in the annals of history.

As the sun set on the battlefield, we began the arduous task of tending to the wounded and honoring the fallen. It was a somber reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of duty and country.

The Battle of Juyong Pass would be remembered as a turning point in the war, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the Great Song. And as we stood there, amidst the wreckage of war, we knew that our fight was far from over.