This battlefield is narrow!

To its left is the Yangtze River, with the Qing army facing the Nanjing city wall with its back, and Daishan with its back to the tiger camp.

Mountains, rivers, and walls squeeze the battlefield into a fairly large battlefield, and anyone can observe the entire battlefield in this battlefield with little shelter.

The rush of the main camp made Abatai's brows furrowed, and what really annoyed him was that this Ming army, which was only a few thousand people, was powerless to resist with the more than 10,000 Qing troops in the main camp with thick armor and sharp weapons, and even the formation was shaky, and it looked like it would collapse at any time.

The battle has come to this point, which is really beyond his expectations. It's not unexpected, it's beyond everyone's imagination. It's just that a few thousand people actually fought tens of thousands of Qing troops, and there was no room to fight back.

Is this still the Ming Army?

Is this still an invincible soldier of the Great Qing Kingdom?

Lose face.

In fact, now, at that time, I felt more than just humiliation. Thinking of the minions who were burned alive on the river and sunk into the icy Yangtze River.

Linked to the scene in front of him, it was really hard for him to imagine that this was a soldier of the Great Qing Kingdom, this was a battle he fought, how did he get to this point?

When this nameless fire surged in his heart, staring at those Ming soldiers, he had the idea of wanting to compete with the other party.

"Turg, you led the troops to kill from the right flank, and I killed ...... from the left flank"

From the very beginning, Abatai had no idea of strengthening the main formation, and he was no stranger to the sharp formation, after all, this was the most commonly used formation of the cavalry, and the formation was like the tip of a knife, and it was unstoppable. One after another, and again and again.

However, the "sharp array" in front of me seems to be different, it does not retreat, it does not come, only the alternate rolling of each row, in this rolling, the array is like an iron wall slowly advancing. Yes, it's this kind of slow and progressive style of play, which has the momentum to crush everything.

Of course, Abatai didn't know that this tactic was formulated by Zhu Guoqiang on the basis of Zheng Chenggong's Iron Man Army, based on the advantages of his own armor and weapons, what is the purpose of the Iron Man Army? It is nothing more than hand-to-hand combat at close range, breaking the formation with his thick armor and heavy soldiers, and then tearing apart everything that stands in his way. It's also its only tactic - moving like an iron wall, crushing everything in front of it, and all the tactical cores revolve around it.

It exists to crush, not charge, and this is the biggest difference between it and the cavalry.

It's not about speed, it's about ...... Crush! It's like a steel roller, crushing everything in front of you, as for speed...... Doesn't matter.

In fact, casualties also do not matter, everyone in the formation is just a part of it, and the strict military law and discipline restrain everyone, so that they can fight life and death as part of this efficient killing machine.

There is no individual in this whole. And the whole also does not care about casualties, life and death. Because the whole is a whole without a will, and the only will is to crush the people and things in front of them who are trying to stop them.

But for such a style of play, the Qing army seems to be a little helpless. What's even more impervious to them is that the armor of the Ming army is immune to most of the weapons in their hands!

Certainly not completely immune. It's just that every time they want to defeat the other party, they have to pay a heavier price.

It is possible that several people will have to die in exchange for the casualties of one of the other people. Such an exchange made all the Qing soldiers feel a little helpless. And at the same time of helplessness, a wave of fear rose in their hearts.

This is the deadliest thing on the battlefield! Fear is often a precursor to a breakdown.

"Why doesn't Cao Eryu's dog slave fire a cannon yet!"

Abatai, who was already so anxious that his eyes were on fire, asked loudly.

In fact, Cao Eryu is also very depressed now. This battlefield seems to be small, but the distance between the sharp formation of the Ming army and his artillery is more than three miles, and it is this distance that makes him only watch the Ming army attack, and he is unable to fire artillery shelling, and he can't reach it!

After all, before that, his target was the Ming gunboat on the river, and now even if he adjusts the gun position, it will take time. Push these cannons a few miles away...... Damn!

At this time, Cao Eryu had even scolded his mother in his heart, if those Franc machines were not put on the ship, perhaps, he could hurry up and take the Franc machine gun car over, it seems that now he can only push the small wheel gun car step by step.

It took almost a moment of effort, and Cao Eryu's heavy camp finally arrived at the position of two miles, because Beile Ye urged him so badly, he had to give the order to fire a cannon.

The red-coated cannons of the heavy battalion fired directly at a distance of only more than 100 zhang, two miles apart...... In fact, the accuracy is very limited, but even so, after the red-coated cannon joined the battlefield, it still dealt a blow to the formation of the Ming army, and at the moment when the apple-sized iron bullet hit the Ming army, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal, the cannonball penetrated the armor and body of a warrior, and then hit the warrior behind, and the soldier was knocked away by the cannonball that had not lost his strength, although the warrior behind quickly filled the position, but the sharp formation that slowly rolled into it was still affected.

In fact, at this point in the battle, even the seemingly sharp array was not as sharp as it was at the beginning, and even its scale was constantly shrinking.

When the meat grinder grinded Jiannu into flesh and blood, this meat grinder also began to dull, although the plate armor on the warriors was not heavy, but after a long battle, the armor on their bodies and the horse chopping knives in their hands became heavier and heavier, and by the side of Chen Wushu of the Chinese army, more and more injured brothers, many of them, although they only suffered some skin injuries when the armor was pierced, but they did not have time to take off the armor to stop the bleeding, and the blood flowed down the gaps in the plate armor.

Although each roll in the queue allowed the brothers in the front row to rest, their breathing became extremely heavy, and everyone was panting.

The battle had been going on for half an hour, and even the Iron Man was getting tired. Even with the deafening sound of "killing slaves", it became a little weak, and the warriors wanted to save some physical strength to kill the slaves in front of them.

And Jiannu with their numerical advantage, is regaining the advantage little by little, although they need to do their best to pierce the armor of the Ming army with the tip of the spear, although the tip of the spear can often only bring flesh wounds, but the bloody wounds are constantly taking away the energy of the soldiers.

Realizing that the fighters were exhausted, Chen Wushu ordered loudly.

"Order, stop advancing, column the hollow array!"

Finally, as the whistle sounded, the moving iron wall stopped, he stopped moving, and the warriors finally got a respite, and although they were under siege, they stood there, like a great wall of steel, they were not only the Great Wall, they were also the guardians of the Great Wall, they stood there, there to guard this civilization!

Although the swords had become heavier and heavier for them, and they were not even as sharp as they had been at the beginning, they still struggled to slash the Jiannu who tried to charge into battle.

"It's time!"

Although the casualties of the main formation far exceeded Abatai's expectations, when he saw that the Ming army stopped advancing, he realized that the Ming army had exhausted his breath, and there was a trace of bloodlust in his eyes, he raised the spear in his hand high, and shouted loudly in Jurchen language.

"Kill the dog!"

The Qing army, which had been recuperating on the periphery of the battlefield, launched an attack on the officers and soldiers of the Huben battalion from both flanks, and they each roared out with 2,000 elite cavalry as the lead.

Four thousand elite horsemen rushed to the Tiger camp from the flanks. In their right hands, they held spears, the barrels of which were clamped between their side arms, like two stormy waves, trying to crush this great wall of steel and send these defenders of civilization to a desperate situation.

Witnessing the Qing cavalry attacking like a stormy wave, Chen Wushu did not panic, he was in the Chinese army, he just stared at the enemy cavalry, the flag bearer beside him, holding the white tiger battle flag of the Tiger Army, just stood beside him, standing motionless, holding the battle flag high in the wind blowing over, hunting in the air.

Suddenly, Chen Wushu slammed the horse chopping knife in his hand to the side and shouted loudly.

"Fire!"