Zhuo Butai also joined the attack, and the flag bearer behind him followed with the banner held high, but which minion dared to let his master rush ahead? It's just that it plays an uplifting role, saying that "even the master is on it, and the minions don't go out to bite people".

Of course, when necessary, Zhuo Butai, who has fallen into a state of rage, will also lead his minions to stab through the formation of the pirates--- he is surrounded by hundreds of Bai Bayala, and the impact on the battlefield is equivalent to a hundred Douding tanks in the face of the KMT army, and sometimes it can even make people flee.

There was a terrible scream from the front, and the Manchurian soldiers proudly harvested a wave of green camp Nikans, "So that you don't have long eyes, blocking the way of the master!" ”

However, these babies, who ate hardcore crops since they were young, found that after cleaning up their own people, they were greeted not by defenseless musketeers, but by super spears more than a foot long! Sure enough, the horses that didn't have time to slow down hit the tip of the spear with hundreds of pounds of flesh iron, only breaking a few ash poles.

With a sound of "dang", the ash pole smashed on the iron armor of a Qing army's corpse, and several Zheng soldiers picked up the spears with blood stains on the side of the corpse, and the formation was still unmoving.

The same fate suffered by the following groups of cavalry, Zheng Jun only paid two seriously wounded and a broken spear (the Qing army's spear was not distressed when used as a spear), but the corpses of the Qing army were piled up like sandbags, blocking the advance of the subsequent cavalry.

Seeing several successive groups of cavalry disappear without a trace, the clever rider turned over and dismounted, picked up the clear bow on his waist and shot a wave of heavy arrows, but in the face of the enemy's multi-layered iron armor, most of them bounced back.

In the eyes of the soldiers, the battle was boring and monotonous, the arms of the archers gradually lost their strength, the infantry with spears kept trembling, and the shoulders of the cavalrymen who released the birds were shocked and unconscious... Fighting is just a simple and monotonous repetition, and once the operation misses or makes a mistake, facing yourself is death.

"Thorn!" With a loud roar, two pairs of lactic acid arms sent the spear out, reaching an enemy soldier whose mask knocked him to the ground, and then the sword and shield man jumped out from behind and slashed his head. Before he could drag the head away, a heavy arrow hit his hand, and the head fell off in shock.

"Squat!"

At the command, a platoon of spearmen came down, and immediately after, several orniths and flintlock pistols came out from behind the formation.

"Bang bang...... After a dense burst of gunfire, the gunners who were still standing in place about to reload fell one after another--- each of them had at least three heavy arrows inserted into their bodies to break through the armor. In a short period of time, a well-trained archer can output a large number of arrows in a short period of time.

"The one who retreats is slashed!"

"Go to the banner and form a formation, the past is not to blame!"

The shouts of the officers rang out on both sides, and the routs who had blindly followed the flow of people were re-stabilized after being beheaded, and there was no fear of muskets more than fear of the overseers. The small formations around the banner gradually coordinated into a large array of thousands of people, and the encirclement of Zheng Zheng was re-gathered through the communication of the heralds.

"Thorn!"

This time, there was an extra copper-plated elongated spear in the Thrust's spear. A long knife slashed at it, trying to cut it off, but the copper skin bounced back. The spear picked up the situation, picked up the knife and sent it into the abdomen of the person to stir, and the whole action was done in one go.

Zheng Xi pulled out his spear, as one of the core members of the Zheng family, Zheng Zheng has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and in one-on-one duels, he has a great advantage. He killed an enemy with a spear, and the soldiers around him cheered.

"What's it called?" The guard serving beside him whispered, and then blocked in front of Zheng Xian, and sure enough, several arrows hit his armor.

Zheng Zheng, who was covered in golden light, attracted the attention of the Qing army, and almost half of the Qing army of Niu Lu gathered over.

On the side of Aobai, Aobai methodically commanded the troops to keep chasing the retreating Ganhui Division, and every time the cavalry swept the formation, some people could be left.

When the troops at hand continued to drain, Gan Hui still did not give up the last bit of hope. After several hand-to-hand combats, a bold idea took shape. He called the three thousand generals who his subordinates were still able to summon and explained their respective tasks to them.

"Gan Siming, you will move to the front with your men and resist the cavalry from the west."

"Gan Fuming, you retreat slightly, forming a corner trend."

The two thousand presidents are surnamed Gan, of course, this is the surname that was changed after Gan Hui; In this era, this kind of forcible confession of father can be seen everywhere.

"I know that the retreat has reached such a point that it can be said that the general trend has gone." Gan Hui's face became solemn.

"100,000 people died with one heart and left the Ming Dynasty for 300 miles. If the rout can be gathered here and withstand for a moment, there may be hope. If there is no change in a moment, I will have been martyred by then, and the two of you can find their own way out. ”

"Where the words! How can we survive in secret? The two thousand always patted their chests and promised to fight until the last moment.

Gan Hui actually doesn't fully believe in this kind of words, how many troops in the world can "fight to the death"? But at this time, it can only be resigned to fate. He gathered his personal soldiers and some of the elite, and trotted westward. A firework-like long snake formation was dragged out on the battlefield.

At the end of the Long Serpent Formation, the soldiers who left two sentries served as tails. A whistle flag hunts in the wind. In the face of the Qing cavalry that pounced on them like flies, these two sentinels bravely met them.

Seeing the comrades-in-arms around him fall one by one, his left and right, and his back slowly empty, the two sentinels glanced at each other and lit a package wrapped around their bodies.

Seeing the two "fools" rushing over with their bare hands, a few Qingqi rushed over and tried to snatch their heads like grabbing the ball.

The firerope buzzed and slowly burned to the end...... And those guys with silver eyes still don't realize the danger.

The soldier on the horse smirked and swung his saber.

"Bang...!" The spark touched the black powder inside, and the two "packages" burst into flames together, and all kinds of broken porcelain tiles and flammable materials tied to their bodies flew all over the sky. Frightened, several horses not far away threw off the sword-wielding rider and slammed them to the ground. A few people only felt that the iron armor that had been protecting them had smashed into their internal organs, and their ribs were broken.

"There are also such strong men among the Nanban!" Hearing the explosion, a white baya glanced behind him, glad that his horse had not been bombed. He then turned his horse in pursuit. And behind him were three red bayalas and a group of Yu Ding, the coats.

However, in front of them, it was a small flag team that spread out like two hedgehogs...... Spears, axes, bows and arrows are available. The scale is not big or small, just enough to disgust the dead.

(End of chapter)