"Knock knock!" ……

The war drums of the battalion of the Central Army of the Blue Dragon Legion sounded.

To the sound of war drums, the soldiers straightened their backs, maintained a tight military formation, and strode towards the dilapidated Tartar camp in front of them.

"Each strongbow battalion, collectively throw three rounds!"

Just past the 100-meter cordon, among the dozens of strongbow battalions that were the vanguard of the army, there was an order.

In this case, in order to reduce the casualties of the soldiers, it is better to have a few rounds of strong bow throws with a range of 150 paces before entering the enemy camp.

Although crossbows can also be projectile, they are much less effective than these powerful bows that use projectiles to kill enemies.

After all, strongbows are armor-piercing arrows, making them the best way to shoot and kill enemies.

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh!" ……

The soldiers of the strongbow battalion, which was at the forefront of the army, stopped on the spot one by one.

Then, step forward with your right foot, turn sideways, raise your bow, and shoot an arrow!

Several movements were done in one go, and the soldiers were neat and neat.

In an instant, the heavy arrows covered the space in front of them, and then fell like a torrential rain towards Zheng of the Tartar barracks

Those coated minions within a hundred and fifty paces and with an absolute killing range fell one after another like leeks that had been harvested.

In the enemy's camp, Huang Chengyong, the banner owner of the Han army with a blue flag, had just led the Han army slave soldiers who had just completed the formation of the army and came to meet them, and arrived at the front line of the camp to block the enemy.

As a result, another round of heavy arrow blows was ushered in at the head.

The archers and musketeers of these traitor slave soldiers have an effective range of no more than 100 meters at most, and they cannot attack the opponent at all.

Before the enemy could enter his own range, he was overwhelmed by the rain of arrows from the opponent, and he died one after another.

However, at this time, the soldiers of the Blue Banner of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty were in the rear and on both wings of the cannon fodder army, and the front and middle of the army were cannon fodder brigades composed of clothed slave soldiers.

They are preparing to counterattack the new army of the Ming Dynasty, even if they are now hit by the rain of arrows, they will not be able to turn around and flee for their lives.

Many coated slave soldiers, at this time, were carried by the army at the front of the military formation, and there was no way to stop, so they could only rush forward.

It's just that these cannon fodder slave soldiers, the more they rush forward, the faster they will die, and the covering blow of the armor-piercing heavy arrow will be more efficient.

And the rain of arrows from the strong bow of the Ming New Army was wave after wave, endless.

All of a sudden, within the coverage of the strong bows of the various strongbow battalions of the new army, this vast area was like a Shura field, with blood soaking the earth, and the fallen dead and wounded gradually piled up into low walls.

"Where is this war? It's all about sending you to death! ”……

Countless clothed slave soldiers are already crying without tears, and they are constantly wailing!

They are not those real Tartar soldiers, and without the powerful archery skills of the Tartar soldiers, they cannot shoot each other and have contacts with the soldiers of the Ming New Army.

They are still using the old set of tactics to deal with the new army of the Ming Dynasty, which is undoubtedly sending them to death.

The large number of casualties, the momentum of the coated minions, like the waves crashing against solid rocks, did not achieve the effect of wanting to get close to the enemy, but died faster and faster, and the breath of death spread rapidly.

"Wow! I can't stand it! ”

"Nope! I don't want to die! ”……

There is no doubt that another round of bombing camp-like rout began, countless coated minions and cannon fodder began to run back, and some people even dropped their knives and guns and other weapons and ran back, and those who stood in front of them were pushed down one after another!

However, the soldiers of the Ming New Army behind them, like evil ghosts from hell, continued their movements, setting arrows, raising bows, and shooting.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, these seventy or eighty thousand cannon fodder teams began to run back like crazy, and anyone who stood in front was ruthlessly swords and guns.

Huang Chengyong, the banner owner of the Han army with a blue flag, was responsible for pressing the formation in the rear with the elite soldiers with the blue flag, and when he saw the battle situation on this side, his own army was about to collapse before it came into contact with the enemy, and he couldn't help but be a little flustered.

When he heard the chaotic shouting noise in front of him, he quickly took a closer look, only to find that his cannon fodder brigade had begun to turn around and run......

What else is there to hesitate about? Run!

Anyway, it seems that no matter how hard you try, you can't change the result of the fiasco, of course, you have to run away first, and it is the best policy to keep yourself and your subordinates.

Just like domino ribs, the collapse of these traitor slave soldiers was like a river pouring for thousands of miles, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the dramatic result was born.

At this time, the rest of the soldiers of the Blue Dragon Legion had a feeling of frustration in their hearts: it was so unbeaten, why did they run away? Lao Tzu, these crossbowmen and musketeers, they haven't started attacking this time!

The battle on the battlefield was not over, and under the command of a famous general and colonel, the army began to move forward neatly and briskly, like a black and shining iron wall.

In the Tartar camp, the foot soldiers of the traitor slave soldiers have been completely chaotic, and they are running everywhere on the battlefield, so you don't need to run faster than the enemy at this time, as long as you run faster than your companions.

The footsteps of those Ming New Army collectively marching forward quickly were like the soul hooking sound of Lord Yama, getting closer and closer, making people tremble.

Huang Chengyong, the owner of the blue flag of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, led his three thousand core soldiers to run at the forefront.

He had to hurry up, before the new army of the Ming Dynasty was encircled, rush to the rear gate of this big camp, and directly rush into the lonely mountain fort in the rear, so as to be able to save his life.

"Lord Banner, the new army of the Ming Dynasty wants to surround us."

Su Bin, the captain of the musket team with the blue flag of the Han Eight Banners, ran to Huang Chengyong's side this time and whispered.

He found that in less than a quarter of an hour, the new army of the Ming Dynasty had already occupied half of the camp and was still advancing rapidly.

Along the way, there was no heat to lay down their arms and surrender on their knees, and all of them were wiped out by the soldiers.

"Whatever they want."

Huang Chengyong said disapprerovingly while running.

His battle plan, as well as the geographical location of this large battalion, was not afraid of being surrounded.

Now that his Han army has failed with a blue flag and a large number of clothed minions, it is nothing, as long as he takes the core generals and runs back to Gushan Fort.

The other cannon fodder and coated minions, even if they are dead, have little to do with themselves.

Behind this large military camp is the city of Gushan Fort, and there is a dangerous river that hinders the march of the army.

As long as he leaves the barracks for a while, he will be able to enter the Zheng of the Lonely Mountain Fort immediately

In other words, no matter how the new army of the Ming Dynasty tosses in the end, the ultimate goal is to compete with the Tartar defenders of Gushan Fort.

And those masters and masters, who are in urgent need of cannon fodder and instant combat power now, will not turn their faces against themselves and condemn themselves.

"I hope, maybe, maybe, that I can survive this life-and-death catastrophe smoothly."

Huang Chengyong, a hardcore traitor, ran away frantically while praying to God and Buddha in his heart.

He really doesn't want to die, and he has a lot of beautiful money, waiting for him, a young man who is not yet thirty years old, to enjoy it!