In Wang Zezhi's view, Lin Dan Khan wanted to die with him.

Who knows, in Lin Dan Khan's view, Wang Zezhi is going to drive him to a dead end.

In the eyes of Lin Dan Khan, the firearms in Wang Zezhi's hands were sharp, the steel armor heavy cavalry was unmatched, and the soldiers under his command were not afraid of death, unlike the Ming army in other places, which was crushed with one blow.

The war between the soldiers and horses of the two sides was stalemate, not only Wang Zezhi was distressed, but Lin Danhan was also distressed.

He's grown so big, and he's never faced such a strong enemy.

Wang Zezhi stood on the city wall, his hands clutching the masonry on the battlements, and he didn't feel the pain until blood flowed from his fingernails.

Wang Zezhi stretched out his hands and felt the pain in his fingertips.

Wang Zezhi frowned, he felt that no matter how much pain his body felt, he couldn't resist the pain in his heart.

These sergeants are the flesh of his heart, and he watched these people fall one by one, fighting bloodily one by one, and his heart was like a knife.

He didn't know when this damn chaos would end.

Wang Zezhi looked at the two sides of the fierce battle, although Lin Dan Khan's casualties were very heavy.

But these Tartar soldiers who rushed to the front were either collected by him by annexing the various tribes, or they were gathered by him and still submitted to his herdsmen.

As for the elite in iron armor, none of them have died so far.

On the other hand, Wang Zezhi's soldiers and horses on his side are not divided into soldiers, military meritorious soldiers, and temporary soldiers, and they are all fighting in the battle of forgetting life and death.

Every time someone dies, Wang Zezhi's heart hurts.

By now, Wang Zezhi's heart has become a little numb, and there are more and more soldiers under his command who have been killed, wounded, and poisoned.

Wang Zezhi didn't dare to ask people to count the casualties, he couldn't bear the numbers.

Because each number represents a human life.

In the darkness of the night, the flames of war were burning.

Burning flames lit up the battlefield in the distance.

Wang Zezhi watched as a firecracker didn't have time to reload ammunition, so he held Lu Mi with his backhand and stabbed the enemy's neck with the sharp blade at the butt.

Just as he slashed at the enemy's neck, the enemy's scimitar also wiped his neck.

Blood soared, and both fell at the same time.

Seeing this, the infantry shield soldiers immediately protected the musketeers on the battlefield.

The firecrackers are scattered and weak, and gathered and strong.

The musketeers, who had been gathered under the protection of the shield soldiers, immediately launched a fierce counterattack.

"Papapa~"

Smoke rose, and the musketeers began firing in formation.

After the firecracker finished shooting, he quickly lowered his head and hid behind the shield soldiers.

Lu Mi Gong is known as the most powerful and poisonous weapon in the entire Ming Dynasty.

Lu Mi Gong's armor-piercing ability, whether it is wearing leather armor or iron armor, the enemy can't block Lu Mi Gong's blow.

As soon as an enemy is shot, a mist of blood will immediately pop out of his body.

The enemy's wound was small in front and large in the back, and the front was only a bullet hole the size of a finger, but the back became a wound the size of a fist.

In this era, as long as you get shot, you will never survive.

After a day of fighting, the gunners became more and more proficient in their reloading.

They quickly reload ammunition, raise guns, aim, shoot, all in one go.

Immediately after shooting, head down and reload.

The Firecrackers were moving fast, and it didn't take much time for them to do it.

On the battlefield, time is of the essence, and if you are slow, you will die.

Soon, the musketeers ran out of ammunition they had carried. Let's read books

"Ammunition soldiers! Ammunition! ”

The musketeers shouted as they stood behind the shield soldiers with their rifles in their butts, and fought back.

In the camp, a group of ammunition soldiers, bending down and bowing their heads, carried boxes of ammunition and moved forward quickly.

Whenever the shouts of the musketeers were heard, they would rush forward and deliver the ammunition over.

Of course, their itinerary was not all smooth sailing.

The enemy is not stupid, and whenever they see an ammunition man, the enemy's archers will immediately bend their bows and shoot them.

The marching ammunition soldiers risked their lives to move forward, not seeing the arrows fired in the darkness in the distance, and fell to the ground in an instant.

The soldiers in Lin Dan Khan's hands were good at bowing, and the arrows they shot were at tricky angles, focusing on the neck and face.

The ammunition soldier who fell to the ground was shot in the neck.

No one on the battlefield grieved, and there was no time to grieve.

The companion behind him immediately picked up his ammunition and continued on his way.

The ammunition arrived.

The gunners skillfully took out the gunpowder pouches and lead bullet pouches and poured the gunpowder into the guns.

When pouring the gunpowder, Lu Mi skillfully surrounded the mouth with his thumb and index finger to prevent the gunpowder from being spilled.

Then Lu Mi quickly stabbed the inside of the rod a few times, and the gunpowder was solid.

I took a lead pellet from the lead bag, loaded it, and sent it to the end.

When everything was done, he tapped the eye of fire, blew the fire rope, meditated on the chaotic battlefield, closed his left eye, and pointed his right eye at the star in front of him, aiming at the enemy's archers.

The Tartar's chest heaved violently, as if he had been weakened by the repeated archery shots.

In frequent and fierce battles, the physical exertion is extremely great, especially when the bow is shot with an arrow, and the whole body strength is consumed rapidly.

The Musketeers are much better at this point, as they only need to reload their ammunition and pull the trigger.

After aiming, the musketeer pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced the enemy's chest, and the tartar fell without even screaming, and died with a whimper.

The gunner's shot was like water entering a pan of oil, and the attacking enemies instantly fried the pot.

They roared and howled, brandishing their weapons at the array of firefighters.

The enemy stormed the shields and swords of the infantry like a flood, and soon the infantry and shield soldiers began to lose their strength, and several gaps appeared, and the enemy rushed up, and the musketeers could no longer care about loading ammunition, and began to fight with the butts of their rifles.

The attack of the Torchbearers provoked a frenzied retaliation from the enemy.

They left behind their other opponents and charged at the firecrackers in spite of it.

"Steelclad soldiers give me a top, quick!"

It is impossible for a living person to be suffocated by urine, the previous steel-armored heavy riders were poisoned, and it is enough to replace a group of people with armor.

Since the steel-armored heavy cavalry are all carefully selected tall and strong men, as a last resort, Wang Zezhi temporarily transferred a group of tall and strong men from the temporary soldiers, military meritorious soldiers, and establishment soldiers to form the steel-armored soldiers.

Among the newly formed steel-armored soldiers, there are border soldiers, southern soldiers, and Mongolian soldiers, and each of them is a strong man with tall and strong body without exception.

At this point in the battle, both sides were red-eyed.

As soon as the steel-armored soldiers went up, they immediately formed a steel-armored iron curtain to fiercely block the enemies who rushed up in front of the firecrackers.

At this time, hundreds of catapults were launched into Lin Dan Khan's camp, and they planned to use them to blast back the steelclad soldiers.

This time, Wang Zezhi won't give them another chance.

"Artillery battalion, smash them for me!"

Wang Zezhi raised the telescope and roared angrily without looking back, and the herald shot a firework into the sky.

When it came to pretending to be night, it was too dark, the flag was definitely not visible, the drums would be drowned out by the shouts of killing, and it would take time for the heralds to run and give orders, so Wang Zezhi immediately activated the fireworks herald.

The artillery battalion received the order for fireworks and immediately went into action.

"Boom~"