The sky suddenly became dark, and all the people looked up at the sky, dense, and the huge arrows that the officers and soldiers had never seen before rushed down, with a thrilling hissing and screaming, with the breath of death, obscuring the sky and the sun high above, and rushing directly to the face.

All the people struggled to raise their shields, and those who did not have shields tried their best to squeeze under the brothers with shields, stepped on their feet, and were stabbed by the brothers behind them and no longer cared about them, and those death demons that fell from the sky were the most terrible.

A burst of screaming arrows splashed down without hesitation, bringing with them one after another screams of death, no one could live anywhere they passed, not even under the protection of the big shield, because under the huge weight and huge kinetic energy, the shield was just a piece of waste paper, and those chariots of all kinds that made them see the hope of survival, but under the bombardment of the constantly roaring thief and tiger cannon, they were even more shattered, and they could no longer maintain a little protection and blocking, or the function of attacking.

A fiery red iron egg accurately hit the heavy baffle of a partial box car, and the officers and soldiers hiding behind the partial box car are rejoicing, this thick elm can block the bombardment of this tiger cannon, after all, their own tiger cannon can't bombard such a hard wood no matter what, and the bombardment is just to push the car backwards and injure a few brothers.

In order not to be injured, the little officer shouted loudly to the brothers beside him: "Resist, if you don't want to die, resist it,"

All the brothers pressed against the cart with their shoulders, hoping that he would be as stable as Mount Tai, that he would be as strong as a rock, and that he would be able to protect his life.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, how can the tiger zun of the army be compared to those garbage-like official and military tiger zun.

An iron bullet hit the middle of the box car, and exploded violently, and the half-foot-thick baffle, coupled with the thick cowhide, was immediately torn apart under this gun, not only the iron egg that was still alive exploded the head of the little officer, but even the fragments of the wooden plank that were broken were also killed, killing and wounding the soldiers behind the box car.

This situation continued to happen, and everyone immediately avoided these defensive carriages and horses, because hiding behind them might have died even worse, but they were greeted by huge arrows like rainstorm and hail as they had just run out of the protection of those equipment.

The endless giant arrows, the endless Huzun cannonballs, and occasionally the powerful explosive packs, so that the entire army and army almost could not find a safe place, death, layer by layer, with the advance of the long bow formation, in the continuous backwards, where they passed, were filled with the ground, like sorghum poles, and the soldiers who were all over the ground, or had died, or were still wailing.

"How can this be like this, how can it be like this," Du Wenhuan, who had just regained all the confidence and fighting spirit of a general, looked at the thick formation of officers and troops that were falling like waves under a flood, and only muttered to himself.

Yes, how can this be the case, not only Du Wenhuan is asking himself, but all the generals and officials around him are asking, asking others, and even asking themselves.

Just in the blink of an eye, the originally thick army formation sank into a big hole, the archers and firearms battalion that was originally to block the thieves from rushing into the formation, has been wiped out in an instant, those artillery men are not wronged, what is wronged is those archers and torch soldiers, in the thieves are full of thieves, the longbow that is endless, and the tiger zun, under the blow of the explosive bag, there is no chance for anyone to send an arrow and a shot back, this is an unequal battle, in fact, it should be said that it is an unequal slaughter, outside the range of their own attack, Give yourself this unequal slaughter.

"What now," Du Wenchang, who was originally in high spirits and wanted to use a huge advantage in strength to fight a decisive battle with the thieves on the bank of the Wei River, was already at a loss.

Everyone who was full of confidence when they originally looked at their thick array and complete garrison equipment, at this moment, they no longer had confidence, they really had no confidence, and the group of Shangguan who were originally still there were old gods, but now on their faces, all they revealed was panic, fear, and the frustration of failure.

"Zongzhen, please don't be discouraged, the thieves have limited supplies, there won't be too many of these terrible giant arrows, and there won't be too many cannonballs fired by those Tiger Venerables, as long as you hold on, it will be over after a while, as long as the two armies face each other, we have more people, we will still win," He Renlong clung to the railing of the enemy building in front of him, gritting his teeth to cheer up Du Wenhuan, who was already in high spirits.

At this time, Du Wenhuan's head was full of the scene of the fiasco of the first battle of Salhu outside the Guan, and the scene of the hundreds of thousands of troops collapsing instantly under the Manchu iron cavalry had never disappeared in his dream.

"No, absolutely not," Du Wenhuan suddenly nervously raised his hands high, looked up to the sky and hissed, he was in the battle of Salhu, it was that battle that really defeated his pride, and he had to hide in Shaanxi, far away from the gates, hoping that one day he could recover his courage, but this time, he must not fail, especially, he deeply remembered that the defeat, not only the fierceness of the Tartars, in fact, the Pao Ze brothers who died under the hooves of the Tartar butcher's knife, far from the many people who died at the feet of their brothers after the rout, once they retreatedThe morale of the army will inevitably be weakened, and the tragedy of the Battle of Nasarhu will be repeated, and this kind of rout scene will be deeply reflected in their own bone marrow, and this kind of mistake must not happen again.

Hold on, as long as you hold on until the thieves' giant arrows are exhausted, you can fight the thieves face to face.

Yes, in a face-to-face battle, at that time, with a large number of people, he could definitely eliminate the thieves.

So, Du Wenhuan regained his confidence and ruthlessness, and kept waving the command flag in his hand, so that those officers and soldiers who were still alive continued to make up for the riverbank that had been plowed empty by giant arrows one after another, hold the riverbank, and attack half-crossing, which is the key.

However, the next result made him suffer like a fire.

The endless giant arrows, the incomplete explosive packets, and the endless Huzun cannon shots made their subordinates go up one by one, go up one by one, go up one layer, fall one layer at a time, and fall one layer at a time, and on the battlefield, the corpses of the needless soldiers have been stacked on top of each other and cannot be counted.

Now, it's time to step forward and die.

How can they have so many material reserves, is it possible that their wealth can already be worthy of the Ming Dynasty.

"General, give up fighting for the riverbank, we can't afford to consume thieves in this regard," Zhang Yuan, who knew the thieves best, at this time, he really couldn't stand the scene of countless deaths and injuries in this bloody river, and was the first to stand up and suggest.

"Why," He Renlong and Du Wenhuan turned around and asked together, could it be that he had endless steel consumption under the blockade of the official army.

Zhang Yuan swallowed his saliva and was silent, Zhang Cunmeng stepped forward and reported softly: "There is an iron mine in the thief's lair, I don't know the real situation, but I have heard a story about the thief,"

"What do you say, say it quickly," Du Wenhuan and He Renlong asked together, at this time, every detail about the thief may be the key point of the transformation of the fighter.

Zhang Cunmeng looked at the giant arrows that were still not finished, and the giant arrows that were whizzing down the sky and the sky, and said in a low voice but full of envy, "The thieves once said at a meeting of their brothers that the output of their steel plant in January is one million catties, at that time, the thief Lu Shi said complacently, if all those steel are made into long bow arrows, of course, it is a loser luxury to make arrows with stainless steel, we have more cast iron to do, but even if it is extravagant to do it with stainless steel, other people's arrows are one or two, and ours is three or two. That's 10 million, 120,000 a year, the longbows and arrows we have, even if a million troops are against us, I start to wonder if they can reach us, the Ming army, the Manchu Tartars, the Mongols who are still using wolf teeth to make arrows, fart,"

Zhang Cunmeng's original retelling of Lu Shi's words at that time.

But after these bland words came out of Zhang Cunmeng's mouth, the entire crowd became dead.

Shock, absolute shock, 120,000,000,, what a terrifying number.

But what was even more shocking was the words that Zhang Cunmeng said calmly: "The thief also said that as small as a team, a group, and as big as a country, in fact, it is not an absolute exclusive secret to see the national strength, the so-called secret, it is all a joke, and if you want to keep it secret, you can't keep it secret, if you want to always stand on the commanding heights of victory, there are only two aspects, the first is the hundreds of millions of people who are committed to the government, and the second is the production of steel, if we want to destroy a country, as long as there are enough people, we have abundant steel, Then we will be invincible.

In the face of the enemy, the weapon made of steel, 100,000 catties is not good, then a million catties, if a million catties are not good, then 10 million catties, if 10 million catties are not good, then 10,000 catties, 100,000 catties," looking at the stunned people who had been bluffed by their own telling, Zhang Cunmeng faintly learned Lu Shi's tone and said: "Iron blood, remember, iron blood is the real undefeated king in this world,"

The dead silence, even the seeping screams of the huge arrows that split the heavens and the earth, and the miserable howls that filled the heavens and the earth seemed to be cut off from the sky, this theory is so absurd, but it is so touching that it is irrefutable.

Yes, as long as there are enough people, as long as there is enough steel, as long as there is enough money, then there will be no place to go.

But this truth is so simple, but when it comes to it, it is difficult to climb to the sky, is it true that the thief has done it.

Looking at the steel that was still raining and falling like hailstones, and looking at the immobile array of thieves in the distance, they knew that the thieves had really done it.

And how can I know this truth, and to do this, to myself, it is a dream, a dream that will never come true.

After a long time, Du Wenhuan sighed: "Withdraw,"