Looking at the young team in the rain of arrows, there has been no sound, no arrows, no arrows, no chaos in the formation, and the youth team that is still silently advancing towards the yellow flag step by step, Ying Erdai's heart is cold.

Zhenghuang Qi is in big trouble this time.

Seeing the details revealed in the march of the junior team and feeling the huge pressure brought by the junior team, Ying Ordai knew that he had made a fatal mistake in judging the battle situation.

In this battle, the overall situation is to have a yellow flag and a small number of enemies. If you want to win, Zhenghuang Banner must quickly defeat the enemy in front of you in order to show its superiority in combat power far beyond the enemy.

In other words, Zhenghuang Banner must rely on the rapid defeat of the Zalut Division, in order to take advantage of the situation to destroy the fighting spirit of the other Khalkha departments and drive the Khalkha Department away.

But now the Zalut Department suddenly invited reinforcements with such strong combat power, which made the advantage of Zhenghuang Banner's combat power come to naught.

And with the support of this elite team of the same level as the Zhenghuang Banner, the advantage of the large number of people in the Khalkha Department can be fully utilized.

The disparity between the numbers is too great, and the hope of winning the Yellow Flag has now become extremely slim.

Now the only chance that Ingordai can think of to win is to give up the grain team and fight the junior team with all his might.

Yingordai was well acquainted with the personality of the Mongols, and he was more aware of the Khalkha tribe's habit of bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

Once Zhenghuang Qizhen put aside the grain team to attack the youth team with all his might, Ying Erdai dared to conclude that there was a ninety percent chance that the Khalkha Ministry would not assist the youth team in attacking them, but would rush to loot the grain team.

Using the food team as bait, Zhenghuang Banner can get the precious time they desperately need now. Yingordai believes that if the Zhenghuang Banner can defeat the junior team before the Khalkha Department has enough of it, then the Khalkha Department will never attack the Zhenghuang Banner again, even if the Zhenghuang Banner only wins a crushing victory. At that point, the Khalkha will simply quickly evacuate with the food they have looted.

And if Zhenghuangqi is still unable to defeat the junior team, then Zhenghuangqi wants to hold on, so he can only hope that the reinforcements from the Horqin Department will arrive as soon as possible.

After making up his mind and noticing that the shield chariot of the junior team was approaching to a distance of 80 paces, Ying Erdai shook off all the distracting thoughts in his mind, his eyes were firmly fixed on the movement of the junior team's formation, and he shouted the command of the decisive battle: "The armor will attack immediately." The archers are divided into a blind attack on the area behind the shield cart, and the other archers continue to attack the shield cart with all their rocket power. ”

As soon as the order came out, the horn horn of the Yellow Banner suddenly whined, and the rain of arrows shot by the Yellow Flag immediately increased its intensity. Under the cover of the rain of arrows, the Yellow Flag Armor changed their lazy state, and they raised their shields and swords and quickly rushed towards the junior team.

The front line pounced, and the Yellow Banner Elite Cavalry, which was hidden behind the formation, also quickly assembled, and they would be ready to rush in any direction pointed by Ying Ordai at any time.

Now that the final decision has been made, Ingordai will no longer hold back. He's going to do everything in his power to fight the junior team quickly.

Niu Jinxing really didn't expect that the commander of the Tartars would be so resolute.

Just when the shield cart was still 80 steps away from the Tartar army formation, and when Niu Jinxing was still carefully calculating the distance between the two armies, the battle seemed to suddenly enter a white heat.

First, the speed at which the Tartar archers fired arrows at the shield cart became extremely frenzied, and waves of rockets really rained down on the wagon.

Immediately, Niu Jinxing was surprised to find that the Tartar armor soldiers began to pour out of the nest and rushed towards the youth team.

Seeing that the Tartars had fully begun to charge, Niu Jinxing didn't care about being surprised, so he instinctively blew the whistle in his mouth.

As soon as the whistle of Niu Jinxing, the commander of the carriage of the junior team, sounded, the carriage of the junior team stopped steadily. In the firing ports at the rear of each car, a flintlock pistol was quickly erected.

In the carriage, looking at the originally lazy Tatar armor soldier, who suddenly roared like a flash torrent, Niu Jinxing couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Niu Jinxing, who had personally faced the impact of the grassland cavalry, really didn't expect that the momentum of this Tartar armor infantry charge was even better than the Duoyan elite cavalry charge he had seen.

"Damn," his throat couldn't help but move again, and Niu Jinxing took the whistle in his mouth in shame and wiped it vigorously in his hand.

It's a little bit worse!

scolded with hatred in his heart, and Niu Jinxing, who came back to his senses, felt a little hot on his face.

The Tartar Armor is not yet 60 steps from the carriage!

Almost, he Niu Venus was so frightened by the momentum of the Tartar armor that he blew the fire whistle in advance.

You know, the Tartar armor is wearing thick armor. During the exercise, the junior team tested that if the gun was fired from 60 paces away, the armor penetration rate of the flintlock pistol was less than 30%.

If he Niu Jinxing was really frightened by the Tartars and blew the whistle in advance, then this round of shooting of the junior team would definitely be wasted.

Thinking that he almost frightened the Tartars into firing early, and that he might be counted down by the brothers for a lifetime, Niu Jinxing's eyes when he looked at the Yellow Banner Armor almost burst into flames.

In his anger, Niu Jinxing didn't pay attention to the huge pressure brought to him by the charge of the Yellow Banner Armor Soldier, which had unconsciously disappeared.

50, 49, 48, well, now.

Niu Jinxing, who was huffing, stared closely at the charging footsteps of the Yellow Flag Armor through the shooting port, until he was completely sure that the Tartar Armor was definitely within 50 steps of the carriage, Niu Jinxing blew viciously, and held the whistle in his mouth for a long time.

The whistle sounded, and the gunshots exploded. The torrent of Zhenghuang Banner Armor Soldiers, who were surging forward towards the carriage, seemed to have been hit by an invisible iron hammer, and a huge gap immediately appeared in the center of the dense front.

At a distance of 50 paces, the arrow-proof leather wooden shield held by the Yellow Flag Armor could not stop the bombardment of the flintlock lead bullet at all.

The huge kinetic energy carried by the lead bullet not only tore the skin and wooden shield apart, but also beat the Zhenghuang Banner Armor who was holding the shield and rushed forward so that his wrist was cracked, his momentum was gone, and he staggered backwards.

And those who were unlucky enough to be directly hit by lead bullets in the body, the performance was even more miserable.

Without being cushioned by a shield, the lead bullet hits the body directly, and the huge kinetic energy carried by the lead bullet acts directly on the human body. The standard thick armor on the body of the Yellow Flag Armor was easily torn apart by the lead bullet, and the bulleted human body in the thick armor suddenly burst into a huge wound, so that the Bulleted Armor had no strength to fight again.

What, what?

As soon as the gunshots rang out, more than a dozen armor soldiers fell in the formation, which made the surrounding Zhenghuang Banner armor soldiers confused, and their pace of charging was not a little slower.

At this moment, the sharp whistle sounded again, and the second round of the Cadet team's flintlock pistol had been fired again.

The sound of gunfire and screams rang out, and the injured soldier of Zhenghuang Banner who fell to the ground again completely disrupted the momentum of the charge of the Zhenghuang Banner soldier, and made the charge of Zhenghuang Banner slowly stagnate.

"Okay."

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the Tartar armor man on his back, Niu Jinxing screamed vaguely with a whistle in his mouth.

Stretched out his hand to take the third flintlock pistol handed from behind, quickly set up the musket, and after silently counting five, Niu Jinxing blew the whistle in his mouth again.

The third round of shooting fired.

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