"Attack!"

Li Jin, who finally waited for the order, waved the axe and let out an excited roar.

Then he rushed forward.

Behind him, the spearmen, who had been silently bearing bullets and shells, also let out a roar of excitement, led by the officers, marched in orderly steps, holding their spears high, and countless spears formed a terrifying dense forest in the smoke-filled sky, moving slowly forward with their steps, and the bullets continued to fly on the opposite side......

The Chinese army of the Chang'an Army.

Chang'an's army platoon is a three-line formation.

It was only the forward that was defeated, that is, a temporary regiment at the front, but there were two other temporary regiments that formed the core of the formation at the back, this formation was still very scientific, in fact, none of the generals in Europe dared to put their troops into the front line, they all arranged several fronts. And the standard of the Dutch is their so-called resurrection Roman three-line formation, the first line is not the core, the second line of the middle army formation is the core.

At this moment, this arrangement temporarily saved them, and after the collapse of the forward formation, the Chinese formation began to really meet the Dangkou army.

"Steady, steady, pacify Jiangnan, go home and divide the fields!"

Li Jin continued to boost morale.

The bullets were still whistling past him, and in the dense array of spears behind him, some people were constantly shot and fell, but the others held spears in both hands, silently bypassed their bodies, and continued to advance in a neat formation towards the enemy opposite, and soon crossed the position of the original Chang'an Army's vanguard. At this time, because of the shortening of the distance, the bullets fired from the opposite side were more accurate, but Li Jin seemed to have something to bless, although he had become the most eye-catching target, none of the bullets hit him......

In fact, not many of the advancing spearmen were shot.

This kind of ghost thing that relies on faith can have fart accuracy, and the arquebus shooting is not a flintlock pistol, because they all carry burning arquebuses, in order to avoid igniting other people's gunpowder, and in addition, in order to leave enough room for this huge musket weighing more than ten pounds, it basically has to be spaced one meter apart.

A battalion-level attack surface, a round of shooting to hit dozens of is beautiful.

The spearmen were all heavily armoured, with two millimeters of carburized wrought iron on the surface, which was more or less resistant to arquebus bullets.

And the spearmen attacked the pikemen.

Arquebuses were fired from both flanks, and they were themselves at a distance, and the real threat was the skirmisher musketeers in front of the spearmen, but they were limited in number.

In the midst of the constant death, the Bandits finally reached their destination.

All the musketeers on the opposite side finished the last round of bullets, and retreated to the middle of the spearmen as fast as possible, and at the same time, the spears of the spearmen on both sides were flat, and after one hand was supported and the other was pressed, the dense two spear forests were put down like this, and they began to approach each other nearly ten meters apart, and then like two brushes inserted opposite each other, one by one squeezed into the opponent's spear forest. The soldiers of the two armies, who could barely reach with spit, stabbed each other in the face with their spears at such a distance.

And the musketeers who followed quickly drew their daggers, axes, daggers, and even triangular pyramids, like beasts lurking in the grass, hunched over their waists and even crawled forward with their hands and feet......

Li Jin is among them.

His axe gun was more of a symbol of the commander, but in reality such an engagement was useless.

When hundreds of spears are densely poked in the face, the long ones can't reach the enemy, and the axes and guns that can't be carried with the spears can only be thrown aside. In fact, there is no need for him to join the battle, after all, as a sentry commander, he no longer needs to charge personally, but he still can't suppress the desire to fight after all, which is a matter of personality.

At this time, Li Jin simply carried two triangular pyramids and joined the attack under the spear, but because of his height limitations, he had to crawl on all fours, and just two steps after climbing out, he collided with the enemy crawling on the opposite side. The latter looked at his three-quarters of the first, it was almost a light in his eyes, it was obvious that killing a sentry commander level, the reward was still very considerable, followed by an excited shout, the other next to him also rushed over, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Li Jin's throat directly.

Li Jin turned his head to dodge.

Immediately after that, another man's little axe arrived.

Li Jin, who originally wanted to stab the first, could only change his hand and stab him, he couldn't leave the ground with both hands at this time, he couldn't even kneel in such a place when he was too tall, and hundreds of spears were poking each other on the top of his head. Immediately after the two of them collided with each other, he punched the latter axe out of his hand, although it smashed on him but did not cut in, and the first dagger took the opportunity to stab him under the ribs again, although Li Jin dodged but was cut open.

He screamed, gritting his teeth and plunging an awl into the neck of the one with the axe.

Pull it out immediately afterward.

The latter's blood immediately spurted, even on the face of the man who made the dagger.

The man who was originally retracting the dagger screamed, and Li Jin's hand, which had always been holding the ground, suddenly lifted up, pressed his head, and fell to the ground at the same time as he lost support, and then the bloody triangular pyramid stabbed into the guy's back.

He then pulled out the triangular pyramid and continued to crawl forward over the two dead bodies.

And such battles are everywhere under the spear forest, with countless spears stabbing each other above, and those who kill each other in the crawling, these carefully trained elites, relying on their personal martial arts, fight in the posture of beasts in this battlefield no more than a meter high. They attacked each other at close range, stabbing with daggers and awls, slashing with axes and slashes, and people screaming and falling, spurting blood and pooling on the ground.

After assassinating the third opponent, Li Jin finally climbed in front of the opponent's spearmen.

One of the spearmen who saw him abandoned his spear in panic and tried to pull out his dagger, but the slightest movement of a swinging spearman five meters away allowed a spearhead to pierce him in the eye.

In his dying screams, Li Jin, who was still crawling, raised his hand and stabbed an awl into the abdomen of a spearman, who looked down at him and retreated with the same scream, but because of his retreat, the spearman who was entangled with him on the opposite side moved his right hand, and the spear that was originally blocked suddenly pierced into his neck. Li Jin didn't look at the top of his head, he pulled out the triangular pyramid and then stabbed into the leg next to him, he didn't even look at which leg it belonged to, he pulled it out straight and crawled to another one not far away, but at the same time, a person inside suddenly pounced, overwhelmed him at once, and the small hammer in his hand smashed on his back at once.

His back was unprotected.

Besides, even if there is protection, it can't withstand the heavy blow of this kind of hammer.

Li Jin was smashed into the black, and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Without hesitation, the man raised his hammer again, and was about to smash it on his head, but at this moment, the spearmen of the Chang'an Army, who were in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly began to retreat, and the man raised his head in amazement with the hammer, and almost at the same time a spear pierced his neck.

The man's hand loosened weakly.

The hammer in his hand fell, hitting Li Jin's back.

Li Jin, who was already in a semi-comatose state, was woken up instead, he suddenly turned over and threw the dead body down, and then lay there on his back looking at the sky above him......

"This guy isn't going to die, is he?"

Yang Dudu, who was at the top of the mountain, looked at Li Jin with a telescope.

This person's performance is still very good, and he is worthy of being a tiger in the original history, and Li Zicheng's nephew is still literate, brave and good at fighting, literate, and has a good mind, and he is completely the material of an excellent officer in the future, so it is a pity to die on the battlefield like this.

At this time, the Chang'an army had been defeated on all fronts, not only Li Jin's side, but another battalion-level formation was also collapsing, and the remaining two battalions were also crumbling, and even their third line, that is, the rearguard, began to retreat.

In fact, there was still hope for them at this time, because the victorious army must have been rushing in for reinforcements.

If they can hold on, when the victorious army enters the battlefield, there will still be a chance to turn the tables, but these literati and scholars are not people like Li Jin after all, they actually dare not stand in front of the formation, which is also the reason why the group trainers quickly can't hold on. There is an essential difference between the commander standing at the front and the commander hiding in the back for an army's will to fight.

The pursuing Dangkou army immediately drowned Li Jin, but at this time, no one cared about the life or death of their sentinel, and they all walked directly in pursuit of them, and soon Li Jin's figure appeared in Yang Xin's field of vision again, but he still lay there motionless.

"Uncle, Toumaofeng has been won!"

Yang Huan said.

Yang Xin's telescope quickly turned to Toumao Peak.

And Li Jinzheng, who was given up by him, sat up among the dead bodies piled up around him like a corpse.

However, it was obvious that the hammer was very ruthless, and he could no longer stand up, but fortunately, at this time, a team of ambulances looking for the wounded found him and immediately walked over on a stretcher.

And Yang Xin's telescope was aimed at Toumao Peak, which was four thousand meters away, and the flag of the Dangkou Army was already fluttering, but in fact, it was still the dragon hugging the sun and the moon, and it was obvious that Kong Youde had conquered the fortress. This is also an inevitable result, the latter has no real cannon, that is, the small Furlong machine, which cannot hold up to the twenty-four-pounder mortar and even use the bombardment of flowering shells. All that remains is to put the mortar cannon on this fortress again, and then use the flowering bullets to shoot constantly at the Xishan Fort a thousand meters below, but first of all, it has to block the counterattack of the regimental training, although the Chang'an army has failed, but the most elite Chang Shengjun has not moved.

So the battle has just begun.

Because Hengshan Fort is located in front of the mountain pass, the Dangkou army will not be able to stop the counterattack from the south of Huishan to the top of the mountain if it does not open this fortress.

"Order, attack Hengshan Fort in one go!"

Yang Xin said.

Then he thought about it again......

"Give another order, surrender the gun and don't kill, and the Dangkou army will give preferential treatment to the prisoners!"

He said.

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