The crisis of the left did not give Pang Ze, who was already standing in the first row, a chance to think, nor a little time for him to hesitate and fear,

At this moment, several brothers who rushed to the front were attacked from several sides at the same time. Pang Ze watched them being stabbed into a hornet's nest and chopped into a puddle of meat sauce in front of his eyes, when he and another person, in order to win, tried to rush up with the bodies of their brothers, but the knives and guns on the opposite side also immediately held the corpses, followed by round after round of back-row stabbing and slashing, and the most successful brother only cut off the two spears and guns inserted in his brother's remains. But the brother also paid the price immediately, and died with a gunshot wound. His sacrifice was actually very unjust, because he really couldn't use the rattan card in his hand, let alone the saber in his hand.

In fact, when Pang Ze resisted his brother's body, he should have covered himself with a rattan card, and then rushed forward and slashed the enemy's neck with his sabre, instead of cutting the barrel of the gun on the body because he wanted to cherish his brother's body. Having already used the remains of his brothers, there should no longer be such a move. Thinking about it, if he could exchange his corpse for the victory of the invading army, this sacrificed brother would also rejoice under Jiuquan.

Now there are no longer spears on this side, because even if there are, and because the use of spears is not as fast and good as the saber and rattan for the brothers of these firearms battalions, so that the comrades with the spears are already dead, and they may be able to stab an opponent, but then they will also be poked into a sieve by the swarm of spears when they draw their guns.

The Ming army on the opposite side was also ruthless, and when one fell, it was made up for the other, and the continuous impact that rolled in was like a wave of layers and layers, and it seemed that there would never end.

The brothers of the firearms battalion retreated again under the continuous blows and impacts of the Ming army, in fact, rather the Zhang Jiajun, and Pang Ze took one last look at the corpse of a county on the surface a few steps away, and then his gaze was cut off by countless enemies. The corpse belonged to his eldest brother, his eldest brother was a good hand in the firearms camp like him, and the arrows were definitely among the top few, and his eldest brother was also the only one so far, who used to stab the enemy with the most spears, and he once said before the battle began that he and his brothers around him said that I was a hero among the archers, and now, in the white-knuckle fight, I would still be a hero, at that time, he spat at the palm of his hand, shook the spear assigned to him, felt the strength of the guy, and then laughed and said: "This thing, I will definitely play no worse than the spearman brothers."

At that time, his eldest brother really fulfilled his oath, but he was indeed not as skilled as the spearman brothers, just when he stabbed the second enemy to death, Pang Ze's blood was boiling, just when he was about to blurt out his excited shouting, the gun was held by the enemy, this scene should appear in the army instead of the official army, this shocked the eldest brother, at the same time, he really didn't know how to resolve such a situation, Pang Ze saw it clearly, so, only in this moment, Before Pang Ze could rush to the rescue, he saw the eldest brother's body pause, and then slowly knelt on the ground, and a sharp spear tip had poked out of the back of his helmet. The blood that had just boiled all over Ponzel's body suddenly turned cold, and the murderer who killed his eldest brother also had a steel mask, but he could see that he only lowered his eyelids and looked at the corpse, and then he took a big step forward with his head up, still with that indifferent gray feeling.

At this time, a few more officers and soldiers had red eyes, brandished knives and guns and slashed at the eldest brother's body, the eldest brother didn't even have time to scream, he had already died, and he didn't have time to scream, in fact, at this time, Pang Ze believed that his brother was an iron-clad man, but there was no scream at all.

Pang Ze no longer retreated with his brother beside him, he stopped, just stood between the two armies so abruptly, and the time to face each other with the murderer of his eldest brother was only a moment, but he felt that 10,000 years had passed.

Yes, he crucified this murderer, and he wanted to singled him out like an avenger, and then kill him, so that he could avenge his brother with his own hands.

So, on this battlefield, he was like a hero, single-handedly challenging the most famous general in Zhang's army.

There is no Xingcun and enthusiasm in the eyes on the other side, only a dead man's desert - come, let me slaughter you with my own hands, and then cut off your rank to sacrifice my brother.

Just when he thought that the murderer on the opposite side was about to rush over, the Ming soldier suddenly turned to the right, and Pang Ze also turned sharply to the right in the electric lightning, waving the rattan card that he had found and felt, which would block a lightning bolt that forced to the right rib, and at the same time he exhaled and shouted loudly and jumped to the right again. Dodge the white blade that rushed straight at him again.

Before he could catch his breath, another spear stabbed at the root, and Pang Ze squeezed back desperately, retreating two steps to avoid the blade, and then slammed back to avoid the slashing of the other two broadswords. He was now annoyed that he was still not familiar with his fellow, otherwise he would not have been beaten like this.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another spear stabbed into his left rib, this spear was so poisonous and ruthless that it was difficult for him to dodge. But at this moment, one of Pang Ze's companions fell to the ground screaming, and it was he who fended off the fatal shot for him.

The team continued to retreat, and one brother after another fell, some of them younger than Pang Ze, some more agile than him, and even stronger than him. The reason why he has not fallen yet is because he has abandoned his single hatred for the murderer of his brother, given up the idea of going alone with that murderer, and retreated to the battle formation, uniting with his brothers to support him.

Sudden pain in his left thigh socket sent him to his knees, a spear already stabbed into his throat. Blood spurted out of his mouth at once.

"I want to see what kind of warrior can kill me......" Pang Ze raised his head with all his might, the mask of the Ming soldier was also hidden behind the cold mask, there was no excitement in the murderer's eyes, and the gray feeling was already familiar. The murderer lowered his eyelids and looked at him condescendingly for the last time, and this look also had a very familiar feeling.

It was the murderer who had just killed his brother, and now, Pang Ze has regretted why he didn't stick to the end and kill him at that time.

However, he was very relieved, because he had joined in, so that his defense line was not broken, so that those strong Zhang Jiajun did not succeed: "It doesn't matter, King Chuang will avenge me, and he will avenge my brother-" followed the throat cold, the murderer pulled out the blade of the gun and left without looking back, Pang Ze, who had lost all his strength, suddenly fell to the ground, countless pairs of feet stepped over him, and everyone who met his eyes had a pair of sophisticated equipment, as well as fanatical eyes full of hatred.

Pang Ze has no regrets, because it is precisely because there are countless brothers like him who insisted on the defense line on the left flank of the army and bought time for Lu Shi.

"It's a little bit close, and it's going to be in hand." Lu Shi once again looked to the left flank, where the Ming army was also beginning to show signs of disintegration.

Geng Kui stepped forward: "King Chuang, there is a humble position, and the left wing is as safe as Mount Tai." ”

"Okay, then there are brothers." Lu Shi was very relieved about Geng Kui, and having him go to the left flank to suppress the formation was better than sending hundreds of elite soldiers.

"Zhu Tie."

Zhu Tie calmly turned out behind Lu Shi and saluted with his crossed hands.

Zhu Tie's team is the only reserve left by Lu Shi, this is Lu Shi's principle of using troops, no matter when, leave a reserve in his own hands, which is also what Lu Shi constantly requires other generals to implement, and now, Zhu Tie's reserve should come in handy.

In this battle, Zhu Tie watched his brothers sacrifice their lives and forget to die, and he did not fluctuate in the slightest unhappiness, he willingly obeyed all the arrangements of King Chuang, even if he lost the opportunity to kill the enemy and lost the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, he had no regrets. "The right flank is pressed up, and the enemy cannot be allowed to retreat with all his body."

"Yes." Without superfluous words, after Zhu Tie clenched his fists and saluted, he waved his big hand and rushed to the right flank with his spearmen.

The right flank is not the main battlefield of the two sides, and the two sides used to fight here weakly, but now they are suddenly fierce. The soldiers on the right flank of the Ming army shouted and pressed forward, hoping to launch an offensive to attract the strength of the invading army, at least not to let the invading army reinforce the left flank, which already had the intention of rushing.

At this time, the arrival of Zhu Tie completely broke the attempt of the official army, not only that, but under the command of Zhu Tie, the right wing of the army began to counterattack.

The counterattack was fatal, and a large number of officers and soldiers on the right flank began to flee the battlefield with wounded soldiers and auxiliaries, and a large number of armor and weapons were left behind. Thousands of auxiliaries who followed behind the battle line also threw down their baggage and retreated at this time, and even two guerrillas abandoned their banners.

The instant collapse of the right flank completely surprised the Ming army, and the officers and troops who retreated from the right flank not only discarded their armor and baggage, but most importantly, they shook the confidence of the official army's large array, in particular, their retreat was not to the rear, but out of instinctive huddle psychology, they retreated to the central large array.

These routs have brought disastrous consequences to the central array, and they have directly made the already precarious central array even more shaken and broken, which is inevitable.

"Plug them." He Renlong saw it vividly from the observation deck. He said coldly to the soldiers of the overseer team around him: "Go, block them, and kill all the guys who dare to rush into battle." ”

The soldiers of the Governor team nodded expressionlessly and turned to leave. He Renlong said again: "Also, cut down all those who retreated, and cut down all those who could retreat." ”