The flag rolls up a thousand piles of snow, and the horn shakes the mountains and rivers.

The uniform black iron armor on the Great Qi soldiers was cold, and although the Great Chu army on the opposite side was in variegated armor, the dignified and murderous aura was not inferior to that of the opponent.

Tang Wannian, who was already eager to try, raised the long knife in his hand and shouted: "The whole army is attacking."

Trumpets and guns in the sky, war drums rumble. His men and horses rushed fiercely towards the camp of Daqi like a flood that opened the floodgates.

The impatient Lang Zhendong couldn't help but glance back at General Yan's order flag, and then turned his head to stare at the surging red turban bandits, his heart was extremely anxious.

The old general of the Chinese army Yan was not in a hurry, and ordered in a low voice: "The rear artillery battalion fires, and only aims at the bandits who are rushing to the front!" My pioneer battalion does not have the commander of the general, and the order must not be reckless! ”。

"Boom, boom, boom", a series of dull and deafening cannon sounds rang out, and the cavalry of the Red Turban Army who were charging ahead were shrouded in a cloud of fire and gunsmoke.

Tang Wannian, the king of Pingnan, who served as the commander, was unmoved, and still raised his long sword and ordered his subordinates to continue to charge.

Seeing that the vanguard of the Red Turban Army had already rushed out of the sea of fire, General Yan decisively ordered: "Send the command flag, and the vanguard battalion will rush forward to meet the enemy!" ”。

Lang Zhendong finally saw the signal to attack, shouted loudly, raised his gun and galloped forward. The knights of the vanguard battalion behind him were in a roar, shouting in unison: "Kill! ”。

"Boom, boom", as a tribute, the artillery fire of the Red Turban Army also let out a violent roar, and many black iron armor of the pioneer battalion was lifted in mid-air in the smoke of gunpowder.

The earth trembled slightly, and on the battlefield that stretched for miles, where the enemy and the enemy were facing each other head-on, human life was not much stronger than that of ants.

With the crisp sound of striking iron and clanging weapons, the air was filled with blood mist, and hundreds of thousands of originally fresh lives fell to the dust one after another, and their heavy breathing stopped abruptly in the blink of an eye.

"Dashuai, let's go too! Don't let the soldiers of Da Chu underestimate our Ma Jiajun! ”。 Weng Yichun desperately reined in the irritable forward mount, and turned his head to look at Ma Maoxun with longing eyes.

Immediately dressed in military uniform, holding a long lance, the majestic Ma Maoxun looked ahead and did not answer.

The Han military division behind him whispered: "General Weng don't be impatient, watch the order flag, listen to the order, in this battle, my Ma Jiajun must not only kill its own momentum, not let anyone underestimate it, but also leave room to preserve its strength, and can't be the cannon fodder of the Great Chu army!" ”。

Ma Maoxun smiled slightly, looked back at Liu Qian, who was the commander-in-chief under the Chinese military flag, and then turned his head to look at Guan Yu's queue in the distance.

Under the handsome "Guan" character with a red side and fluttering in the wind, Guan Yu, the king of Dingbei, who was holding a big iron spear, watched intently the changes in the battle situation ahead. Du Zhongnian and Cui Dakui, who were also fully armed, stood side by side with him on the left and right, with a murderous look on their faces.

Du Zhongnian raised his hand and pointed to the front and said: "General Guan, look, the Great Qi Protector Army has broken the formation, and the left and right flanks have implemented a roundabout outflanking, and they want to encircle the people and horses of King Pingnan, it's time for us to do it!" ”。

Almost at the same time, the herald shouted: "General Guan, the Chinese army has ordered the flag to move, and orders our troops to immediately launch an attack on the enemy's right flank." ”

Guan Yu raised his gun and shouted: "Brothers, follow me!" ”。 His legs clamped the horse's belly, and the horse rushed out first.

At this time, as the vanguard of the two armies, the vanguard battalion of the Protector Army and the soldiers and horses of the King of Dachu Pingnan had fallen into a melee, just like two crazy pythons, entangled each other to the death, and on the other hand, they opened their bloody mouths and desperately bit each other, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

Tang Wannian sweated profusely and waved his sword to fight with Lang Zhendong, secretly crying bitterly in his heart: the strength of the Great Qi Protector Army exceeded his expectations, and if it continues to be entangled in such a stalemate, it can only be a defeat for both sides! I was going to make a contribution and make the Holy Lord impress me, but ...... That's a lot of money!

Lang Zhendong sweated like rain and danced the silver spear, while secretly gritting his steel teeth: What General Yan taught him a lesson! The combat power of this red turban bandit is much stronger than that Taiping army! The fierce general who dances the knife in front of me, the martial arts will never be under me! In the future, we should put away our contempt and deal with these bandits carefully.

Suddenly, he heard the rumbling of horses' hooves behind him, and his eyes swept away, and when he saw that his own men and horses on the right flank had been killed, he was immediately overjoyed, his arms shook, and the barrel of the gun was added a little more force.

Almost at the same time, Tang Wannian also discovered the sudden appearance of enemy cavalry reinforcements, and he was a little panicked in his heart, and he was quickly overwhelmed by Lang Zhendong in terms of tricks. In a hurry, when he was tired of coping, he was shot in the left shoulder, and blood immediately flowed.

Ma Jiajun, who was in charge of the left side of the strategy, finally waited for the order to charge, Ma Maoxun waved the long lance in his hand, and Weng Yichun, who had long been unable to hold it, raised a thick spear in his right hand and rushed out first.

General Qiu Shengrong Qiu of the Protector Army had a look of excitement on his face, this was the largest battle since the Taiping bandits were exterminated. Raising troops for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while, he firmly believes that after exterminating the Red Turban bandits of Dachu, he will usher in peace in the world and the prosperity of Daqi.

When urging the soldiers and horses to form a roundabout outflanking the vanguard of the Red Turban bandits, another team suddenly came to kill them, and the momentum was violent.

At first, General Qiu didn't pay attention to them, but the little white face of the leader with a big black iron spear caught his attention. This person seemed to be familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Guan Yu led his troops to stop Qiu Shengrong's soldiers and horses, and at the same time glanced at Tang Wannian, who was bleeding from his shoulders and still fighting hard, turned his head and said to Du Zhongnian: "Leave it to me and Vice Chief Cui here, and you can help King Pingnan!" ”。

Du Zhongnian nodded and led his subordinates to kill and run to the middle.

Although Ma Jiajun has not launched a major offensive in recent years, it has practiced many tactics on weekdays, and coupled with the fierce folk customs in the northwest, its overall combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. A violent storm caused the left flank of the Protector Army to fall into chaos.

The general of the Protector Army who commanded the battle on the left flank was a fat black general with a pockmarked face. He saw Weng Yichun, who was armed with a spear, leading his troops to rampant through his own team, killing wantonly, and he was suddenly angry. Without saying a word, he gritted his teeth and urged the horse to raise his sword, and he greeted him.

Tang Wannian, who was struggling to support, suddenly heard a shout in his ear: "King Pingnan, don't panic, the last general will come to help you!" ”。 When the words arrived, the snowy long knife in Du Zhongnian's hand mercilessly slashed at Lang Zhendong.

Lang Zhendong was secretly taken aback, and hurriedly abandoned Tang Wannian and raised his gun to greet him. As soon as Tang Wannian saw that Du Zhongnian's men and horses had arrived before the enemy, he immediately came to his senses, regardless of the pain on his shoulders, and attacked Lang Zhendong together.

Lang Zhendong opened his eyes, and now he really gained knowledge: Sure enough, there are people on people, and there is a sky outside the sky! He is still enough to deal with one Tang Wannian, but Du Zhongnian's martial arts are not under Tang Wannian, and he suddenly feels that the pressure is great and he is overstretched.

Several lieutenants under Lang Zhendong saw that the coach was in danger, and rushed forward one after another.

As soon as the Lang Pioneer Officer who was struggling to deal with it swung away Tang Wannian's long knife, he felt a flash of silver light in front of him, and with a loud "click", the helmet on his head was split in half obliquely by Du Zhongnian, and a thin stream of blood flowed from his forehead. Lang Zhendong instantly stood on end, and sighed in his heart: My life is at stake!

In the chaotic army of the left-wing battlefield, Weng Yichun, who was killing in all directions, was blocked by a fat black general with a pockmarked face.

The two of them gasped and struggled, but they were evenly matched, and it was difficult to distinguish between the middle and the uncle.

At this time, Mao Xianyi, who was the head of the five tiger generals of the Ma Jiajun, slapped the horse and joined the battle group.

The pock-faced black and fat general immediately couldn't bear it, because he was only concerned about dealing with the menacing "hairy worm", but a string of pockmarks was pointed out by Weng Yichun's sharp spear tip, which made him miserable.

He gritted his teeth and insisted, while helplessly glancing in the direction of his own Chinese army. There is a heart rate department to retreat, but he is afraid that the cold old general Yan will blame him, and the gains outweigh the losses.

General Qiu Shengrong Qiu on the left looked surprised, the soldiers and horses he led not only failed to complete the task of outflanking, but seemed to have crashed into a hard iron plate, and it was difficult to move an inch.

Seeing his subordinates fall in a pool of blood one after another, he was even more anxious.

Annoyed, he screamed and waved the steel fork in his hand, and rushed straight at the little white face who had made the gun.

After just more than 20 rounds, he deeply understood the most profound meaning of the phrase "more than enough heart, but not enough". In an instant, he suddenly saw a thousand plum blossoms blooming in front of him, bright and abnormal, some red, some white, and some purple. Without knowing what was going on, he fell off his horse for no apparent reason. Before he could raise his head, he rushed up to several strong bandits, tied him with ropes, and set him up.

With a crisp sound of "dang", the golden gun in General Yan's hand swung away Du Zhongnian's steel knife just right, making Lang Zhendong lucky enough to dodge the fatal blow.

"Advance with all your strength in the middle, don't worry about the battle on both flanks first!" Hearing General Yan's shouting, Lang Zhendong was convinced that he had gone away from the ghost gate and came back!

The Chinese army of the Protector Army and the pioneer battalion were combined into one, and their strength suddenly increased greatly, forcing Tang Wannian's men and horses to retreat one after another.

"Marshal Ma, our soldiers and horses should not rush too forward, the enemy's Chinese army has rushed behind our army, once you turn around, our army will be attacked by the enemy on its back, and it is easy to be wrapped in dumplings!"

Hearing the hoarse shouts of the Han military division, Ma Maoxun was taken aback, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, and the men and horses of the king of Pingnan in the middle road were indeed retreating.

Suddenly, the original clear sky changed color in an instant, and a thick dark cloud gathered and swirled above everyone's heads at some point.

Immediately after, a black and powerful tornado rose from the ground. On the battlefield, sand and rocks are flying, and people are turning on their backs. For a while, it was dark, and everyone couldn't open their eyes.

Lang Zhendong, who was lying on horseback, closed his eyes tightly and shouted with difficulty: "Yan Dashuai, how can this be good?" ”。

The old general Yan, who was also clinging to the horse's back, grabbed the horse's reins with both hands, and shouted with difficulty: "Pass my general's order, and immediately Mingjin will withdraw the troops!" Be quick! ”。