100 steps, 80 steps, 60 steps......

When the ranks that came like angry dragons were getting closer and closer, the Qing troops who were in a hurry to respond to the battle were also forming their formations, and these Qing troops who had been in a hundred battles reacted extremely quickly.

At first, the unarmored archers, under the command of Bezirotto, lined up in an arrow formation to fire arrows at the Ming army, trying to stop their footsteps, while more Qing troops were wearing armor there, and whenever someone put on armor, they immediately carried their blades and followed the command of the Niu Lu, rushed to the front of the team, and lined up to meet the enemy.

The two sides got closer and closer, and a few drops of cold sweat slowly oozed from Roto's forehead.

It's not the first time he's fought with the Ming army, but it's the first time he's seen a Ming army like the one in front of him. In accordance with his previous experience. Any Ming army, under such a dense rain of arrows, will often collapse, and the Ming army in front of him is painted white on the armor. But it is still slowly advancing against the rain of arrows, and it seems that there is really a kind of "unstoppable" momentum.

What's even more heartbreaking is that they still maintain the same rhythm. The footsteps of the same pace are so uniform that it makes people feel that everyone is breathing in unison, which adds a bit of mystery and majesty to the already murderous military formation.

"Change the armor-piercing arrows, change the armor-piercing arrows, change the arrows quickly."

Roto shouted hoarsely, not even noticing, with a certain fear in his tone.

Those experienced minions did not need his reminder, after shooting a few rounds of arrows, and after seeing that there was no effect, they replaced them with armor-piercing arrows, and those arrows were all forged by Hannu Aha with blood and sweat without exception, and each arrow was very sharp, and it could shoot through the heavy armor of the Ming dog. Once again, they drew their stiff bows and shot the armor-piercing arrows.

Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell......

Under the impact of the armor-piercing arrows, the soldiers of the Tiger Battalion who walked in the front row kept hearing the crisp sound of metal impact, which echoed in the air like the bell of the drum tower during the New Year. When the arrow hits the steel armor, it inevitably bursts out a little spark, like a morning star.

Of course, there were also some warriors who were unlucky and were shot through the gaps in the plate armor by armor-piercing arrows. They snorted, and then took the initiative to retreat, and the vacancy they had left was quickly filled by the second row of brothers, and the sharp formation of thousands of people was still as sharp as a blade, still unstoppable.

This torrent of steel is still advancing.

No hurry, no hurry!

The uniform pace trampled on the earth and made a muffled sound and whistle, like a war drum beating the heart of the Qing army one by one, although they had experienced a hundred battles and fought with the Ming army countless times, but they were still shocked by this sound to their scalps and tremble.

This is very different from the Ming army they have seen in the past!

The distance is getting closer and closer, the Qing army in heavy armor is also lined up in a neat array, they hold heavy blades in their hands, panting and waiting for the Ming army's attack, they know that the collision will start in the next moment, when the impact is about to happen, they all take a deep breath, they understand that this may be the hardest battle in their lives, and they must wait for work.

The soldiers of the Tiger Camp marched neatly with the whistle. Calmly following the military gate, they seemed to be going to enjoy a feast, which would be the last feast in their many lives.

In the shrill whistle, Roto took a deep breath, the troops around him were more than twice as large as the other party, but for some reason, he had no bottom in his heart.

It was the first time he had such thoughts.

Through the gap in the helmet and armor, when he could even see Jiannu's appearance clearly, Chen Wushu shouted.

"Ready!"

In the next moment, he jerked up the saber in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Kill slaves!"

"Kill slaves."

At this moment, the whistle changed suddenly, and in the mournful Xin Chang whistle, the horse chopping knife that was originally held on the shoulder was held by both hands, placed diagonally in front of the warriors, and stretched forward slightly.

The chopping knife has a blade length of four feet and a handle length of four feet, and the whole knife is made of stainless steel!

The eight-foot long knife was placed in front of him, like the sharp claws and sharp teeth of an angry dragon, advancing with the footsteps of the Ming army, not a bladed front knife, but like a sharp blade of a meat grinder, moving forward layer by layer, slowly.

The moment of the final impact is actually a contest of wills, and often the first side to collapse will be the first to attack.

“……”

With a burst of shouting, Jiannu, who was under psychological pressure opposite them, shouted Jurchen words, and first brandished the spear and heavy blade in his hand and launched an attack on the Ming army.

All their spears stabbed forward in unison, and they tried with all their might to repel each other with their spears, but they did so in exchange for the roar of the furious dragon.

This is the final impact, there are no flaws, no loopholes, only hard hits, only weakness of will, and of course, more important is whose armor is stronger. Many spear tips stabbed at the Ming army, but they stabbed on the plate armor, and although they seemed to block their progress, they did not have any will......

"Kill slaves!"

The whistle converged into a dragon groan in an instant.

In this dragon roar, the cold-forged horse chopping knife slammed into a slash, and the spear shattered the moment it fell from mid-air.

At the moment when the gun shattered and the knife snapped, the sound of metal crashing was accompanied by the sound of flesh and bones shattering, echoing on the battlefield.

"Ding"

It was the sound of the armor being cut through, "poof, cluck......" This is the sound of cutting off the flesh and bones after the horse chopping knife broke the armor, which made people numb all over the body, and the head was wooden, and the sharp blade of the horse chopping knife made by repeated cold forging with a water hammer pierced the iron armor of the Qing army without hindrance, cutting their skin, muscles, and shoulder bones like tearing paper, and then chopping them into two.

Most of the Jiannu who were cut off did not even die on the spot, and when their bodies were broken, they were even struggling in a pool of blood, and some of the Jiannu who had their shoulders cut off and their heads were separated, and they even screamed loudly in a pool of blood.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Without any hesitation, at the moment when the first round of blades fell, Chen Wudi, who led the guards to rush to the front row, once again raised the horse chopping knife in his hand, and the same was true for the guards beside him, the sharp horse chopping knife turned into the wringing blade of the meat grinder in their hands, and with their movements, it fell mechanically and neatly,......

At the moment when the two sides collided, with the white light that rose and fell, the red blood mist rose up between the formations of the two sides, as if a person was suddenly sent into a meat grinder......