Sun Yixing pursed his lips tightly and strode on the left side of the team. Beside him, the soldiers of the Dongjiang Guards Regiment of three battalions were slowly changing formations under the leadership of the battalion commander. Along the direction parallel to the Suzi River, the soldiers marching in a triangle slowly pulled out the battle line, and the 3rd Battalion, which was close to the north, gradually inserted south into the 1st and 2nd Battalions, and the entire regiment covered a length of about 500 meters.

More than 400 meters on the opposite side, Wuzhen Chaohabu, who was walking towards him, had already quickened his pace. He could almost hear the footsteps of thousands of enemy soldiers. The small pebbles on the riverbank were shaken by the sound of footsteps, and the dust gradually spread to people's knees.

The 1st Battalion, which was at the forefront, had already removed the rifles from their shoulders. The fighters held their rifles in their hands and held their rifles to their chests, and their shiny triangular bayonets glistened in the sun. The field guns, reinforced to the Guards regiment, were dragged by horses, and dozens of gunners slowly moved to the front of the line under the protection of the infantry.

This time, the Dongjiang Army carried 10 3-pounder guns and formed a reinforced artillery battery. The Tiger Squat Cannon, which was inconvenient to use in the offensive, did not participate in the battle. As for the unconscionable cannon, in order not to defeat the opponent before encircling the enemy, he did not show up on the battlefield for the time being.

Therefore, the battle of Bloodstream is so far a "traditional" field battle.

Two hundred meters! With the sound of a trumpet, the 1st Battalion stopped. More than four hundred soldiers stood in four rows, each of which was the strength of a company. On either side of them, the ten three-pounder guns were all flat, the pitch-black muzzles were slightly raised, and the gunners with torches were making the final adjustments.

In front of the first battalion, Wuzhen Chaohabu couldn't help but slow down. Under the watchful eye of the guns and cannons, these slave armies did not have the courage to continue their advance—it was not until the sharp soldiers who oversaw the battle began to slash and slash the Han army behind that the Wuzhen Chaoha were forced to slowly move forward.

The Shinyi stragglers, who were wandering in front of the front, began to move forward, shooting arrows about a hundred meters from the first battalion.

Sun Yixing frowned and looked over, and shouted: "Order the first battalion to move on!" We didn't have time to burn down Jiannu slowly, so let the first battalion advance to fifty meters and fire, and then charge directly! ”

The muffled horn sounded quickly, and the commander of the first battalion, Zheng Baoli, glanced back, gritted his teeth, pulled out his saber and shouted: "Brothers, keep going!" ”

More than 400 warriors marched forward in silence. The gunners gritted their teeth to push the gun carriage, and the crisp sound of bows and arrows being bounced off began to sound on the bulletproof plates. On both sides of each company, the company commander and the company instructor each waved their team flags, and the bright red flags fluttered under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes.

Eight hundred meters away, Tasman was already on his horseback, staring at the Guards as they strode towards the enemy. The sound of the command in his ears could no longer arouse his attention, and his whole body and mind followed the first battalion, getting closer and closer to the Tatars who had begun to line up.

In front of the Tasman, the North Korean vassal army had stopped. Like the Tatars, who were slowly approached by the Guards, the distance between the Korean vassals and the opposite Uzhen Chaohabu was also narrowed to a dangerous level. Du Du, who commanded the whole army, must have seen the intention of the Dongjiang Army at this moment, that is, to use the Korean vassal army to drag his main force, while the elite Dongjiang Army itself detoured to its left flank from the north and surrounded itself in Suzi River Bay.

This is a conspiracy, a very simple conspiracy. Because it's so simple, it's clear that there's no clever way to crack it. Even when he saw the deployment of the Dongjiang Army for the first time, Du Du could see at a glance that this was nothing more than a tactic of flanking and breaking.

If Du Du led the main force of the Later Jin, he might choose to mobilize reserve forces to strengthen the left flank and have a head-to-head confrontation with the Dongjiang Army. But unfortunately, Wu Zhenchaoha, who has poor morale and organization, cannot support his tactical vision. In order to prevent the flank from being threatened, Du Du strengthened all the reserve forces to the left flank on the one hand, and on the other hand, he could only order the main force on the right flank to speed up the march, trying to cut through the Koreans and destroy the command core of the Dongjiang Army before the Dongjiang Army could crush the left flank.

The battle broke out first at the Guards Regiment.

Zheng Baoli lowered his head, and looked at an arrow stuck in his left shoulder, and the tail of the arrow moved with his shoulder. He shifted the center of gravity of the military flag to his right hand as he swung his shoulders slightly, thinking about throwing the arrow down. He succeeded, and the arrow did not penetrate his armor, but only inserted into the cowhide on the shoulder armor.

So he raised his head again, and the Jiannu on the opposite side was only about 80 meters away from him. With his eyesight, he could even see the saber at the waist of the enemy.

"Flatten the rifle!" Zheng Baoli roared, and there was a continuous sound of splitting guns on the right side, and the bright bayonet was pointed 45 degrees forward, and the soldiers subconsciously gritted their teeth, and their faces looked extremely hideous.

Opposite them, the Wuzhen Chaoha had already prepared. About a third of them were armed with crude arquebuses, and the rest barely stood under the supervision of the Jinyi Sharp Soldiers, holding only the cheapest spears.

The stragglers and Jiannu archers who were hovering in front of the battle line were all withdrawn into formation, and there was not a single person between the two armies. The artillerymen had stopped moving and were seizing the last of their time to secure their hoes in the pebble field.

The Han soldiers nervously clutched their muskets or spears. Facing the Dongjiang Army, which was getting closer and closer, everyone's faces turned pale. The muzzles and speartips were already pointed at their compatriots, and the gunners trembled and pressed their fingers on the trigger, waiting for Mayi to give the command to fire a volley.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from nowhere, and the Han soldiers subconsciously closed their eyes and pressed their fingers down heavily.

"Bang"!

Zheng Baoli closed his eyes, and there were continuous screams beside him. A little warmth hit his face, Zheng Baoli immediately opened his eyes and secretly scolded himself for his weakness. His legs were still moving mechanically, indicating that he was unscathed in the volley.

More than 20 people fell in the team on the right, and the platoon of the first company instantly thinned out a lot. Immediately, the soldiers of the second row stepped forward and stood in the position where their comrades had stood before their deaths, filling the gaps in the first row.

There was a loud shouting and scolding from the military formation opposite, and Wuzhen Chaoha, who was standing in the back row, was driven forward to rotate, and rows of arquebuses were raised again.

After the volley of gunfire rang out, the Houjin officer had lost control. The musketeers, who had just been replaced, opened fire almost immediately, and immediately scrambled behind the spearmen. Scattered white smoke filled in front of Wuzhen Chaoha, and the rain of bullets once again took the lives of more than 30 Dongjiang Army soldiers.

The fighters of the 1st battalion again filled the gaps in the first platoon. The battalion had already picked up its pace, and the drummer struck the waist drum one by one, and the sound of his steps became more and more rapid. In front of them, the Wuzhen Chaoha, who were still shooting in rotation, began to panic. They watched in amazement as the Dongjiang Army was walking towards them, the void created by each shot would be filled after a few seconds, and it looked as if the shot was ineffective.

The Han gunners who had been rotated up could no longer retreat, and the people in the back row desperately blocked them in front. They had to look at the Dongjiang army in despair while pouring gunpowder into the muzzle of the gun in a mess, and they didn't even notice that the gunpowder was spilled on the ground. The Han army with spears in hand couldn't stop retreating, some screaming and rushing forward, and some kept turning back, for fear of missing the order to retreat.

Zhenyi in the rear kept swinging his knife to slash Wu Zhenchaoha, barely stopping the trend of collapse. But their efforts were quickly in vain, as the final blow had already arrived.

"Stand upright!" Zheng Baoli yelled. After seeing that the Wuzhen Chaoha had lost their fighting spirit, he boldly pressed forward to 30 meters and endured an additional round of shooting. Now, it's time to double down on your returns.

"Stand upright!"

"Stand upright!"

The platoon commanders of each company shouted together, and the remaining nearly four hundred soldiers stopped at the same time. The warriors blushed and roared with all their might. The sound of killing rang out in the sky, and four hundred rifles were pointed at the enemy at a distance of 30 meters at the same time. At this distance, they could even see the frightened expressions on the faces of the Uzhen Chaoha.

Zheng Baoli raised his saber high, "Fire!" ”

A loud bang rang out from the north side of the battlefield. Mao Wenlong, Mao Chengzuo, Shang Kejin, Du Du, everyone's eyes were focused on the direction where the first battalion was located. Four hundred lead bullets and grapeshot bullets from ten three-pounder guns formed a dense network of firepower, and the more than 1,000 Uzhen Chaohabu who stopped in front of them were instantly enveloped in it. Like a typhoon sweeping through the rice fields, the torrent broke the embankment, and the Han army, which was still dense, fell three or four rows in the blink of an eye, and more than 300 people were killed in a few seconds, and their lifeless bodies were lifted like rags.

"Assault of the whole army!"

The warriors of the 1st battalion let out a beastly roar, and the forest of bayonets glowing with white light quickly charged. At the sound of the trumpet, the remnants of the Uzhen Chaoha melted like snowdrifts baked by flames.