Han Gang stood in front of the formation, this was the second time he faced the Tartars, the battle of the Hunhe River made him difficult to let go, at this moment he was already a hundred households in his thirties, no longer the young man of the year, looked at his own soldiers, silently pulled out his long sword, the reflection of the blade of the long sword, it was no longer the young appearance of the original, and he had become a middle-aged man at this moment.

A group of Ming troops with shields in front and spears in the back, like a machine, methodical, and on the side were Huns, who were brightly armed, with felt hats and various cold weapons in their hands.

The Qing army on the opposite side rushed over and charged in formation, not using heavy cavalry charges, but heavy infantry charges, which cavalry could not spread out in this kind of terrain.

The Qing army's look is full of crazy looks, they have a blue cotton armor, braids on the top of their heads, some of the top of their heads are lightning rods, and some helmets are not brought, the Qing army entered the customs, and it was an indispensable reason to defeat the Ming Dynasty.

Their faces were full of madness and hideousness, their voices were full of arrogance, their heavy armor made a clanging sound as they charged, and the various weapons in their hands reflected a chilling glow in the sunlight.

They imagined that the Ming army had not seen what they feared had happened, and some were just silent in front of them, silent.

Bump, neat sound, the shield was erected on the ground at the same time, like a row of iron walls, the sound of hidden waves, the iron sword stretched out of it at the same time, and the pikemen behind instantly stretched out the spear from the gap in the shield.

The Qing army on the opposite side rushed over one by one, including fierce horse armor, and even more fierce Baya soldiers, dressed in three layers of heavy armor, holding heavy weapons that ordinary people can't wield, even more fierce.

The heavy armor pikemen of the Qing army are also one of them, they wear pure blue heavy armor, spear spurs, facing the shield, touching ~ a fierce sound of fine iron, the heavy armor is hitting the shield wall.

A Qing army in heavy armor, with a spear in his hand, relying on the unique sense of smell that he has experienced in a hundred battles, he dodged the slash of the Ming saber and shield soldiers, and the spear in his hand stabbed out reflexively.

With a burst of snorting sound, the Ming saber and shield soldier was pierced in the chest, the Qing army laughed, but then he couldn't laugh, the Ming army's originally dim eyes in front of him suddenly became full of hideousness, the long knife in his hand slashed, he was afraid, a scream, the shoulder blade was cut, he retreated with fear, the Ming army did have blood on his chest and frantically paved towards him, the Qing army said with horror, "Isn't this Ming man crazy", he was terrified.

That Ming Jun finally fell to the ground, his expression stayed on that hideous look, he looked at Ming Jun with a look of horror in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why the other party was crazy.

The heavy armor of the Qing army was beaten by this life-threatening style of fighting, as well as this fierce combat effectiveness, and the formation was chaotic.

With a look of horror and confusion, the soldier took his stick and drank "Hold the formation, keep the formation," he said.

A group of Qing army heavy armor pikemen maintain formation, stabbing forward, no fancy, the collision of two top heavy armor, only strength, the competition is who can't hold on first, the competition is who can't withstand the casualties first.

There were also Huns on both sides of the killing ————, like fierce wolves, wandering on both sides, looking for opportunities for those heavily armored pikemen to be left alone, and when there was the slightest panic in their formation, they would immediately rush up and tear the steely military formation.

"Steady, steady" The one-eyed Baya soldiers of the Qing army shouted, looked at the Huns on both sides, and said in shock: "The Ming people are so fierce, why do they still have the Mongols as their minions, no, these are not Mongols" He thought that the Mongols were just a group of herdsmen, they had lost the honor of their ancestor Genghis Khan, and the group of people in front of them were as fierce as wolves, damn it, what kind of army is this!

He couldn't help but think of the Ming army in his memory, the weak army that could only hide on the city wall and rely on firearms to defend the city, often holding the city could make the other party repay the honor of the other party, but the one in front of him was as solid as a rock in the field and did not retreat, and fought with them in the field.

This formidable military formation, the Qing army's heavy armor neatly charged into formation, and this kind of strict heavy armor spear formation trained since childhood surpassed the strength of any enemy.

Fluttering, accompanied by the sound of a spear entering the flesh, the spear with ferocity, stabbed into the chest of the person opposite, Dazhu's eyes were extremely solemn, this standard textbook-like action, as well as his own strong strength, immediately stabbed into the chest of the Qing army opposite.

He himself looks like a black bear, dressed in iron armor, like an iron tower, and the spear in his hand is a standard without fancy grids and stabs, without any scattered movements, only this simple action, but no one can resist the Qing army on the other side.

They were a little frightened, their original self-confidence was broken, the army on the opposite side, the strong combat power shown, made them a little frightened, the ground was already a corpse, and the melee between the two sides was almost to a ratio of one to one.

At this time, another army was killed, they were dressed in iron armor, plain white velvet clothes, and the bright red mandarin duck battle jacket formed a sharp contrast, a plain white cloak, and after they came over, a horizontal knife flashed with a dazzling cold light.————

They were silent, completely different from the Ming army shouting loudly on the side, some were just a kind of indifference, a kind of forest shout, it seemed that there was a chill on their bodies, Bai Mo walked in the front, licked his lips, and the feeling of cold on the blade made him feel a different kind of hideous bloodthirst in his heart.

The three-three squad is the famous three-talent array in the Ming Dynasty, the three of them are small fighting machines, and the three fighting machines are forming a three-talent array, forming a local absolute superiority of troops, and the three of them advance and retreat together.

Next to the Sancai array were Huns who were wandering, their faces were full of hideous colors, and they were like killers on the side, waiting for the opportunity to attack, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Bai Mo rushed to the front, he was holding a Mo knife in his hand, he didn't want to use the horizontal knife anymore, after absorbing the bloody breath of the battlefield, his whole person changed, and he became more fierce.

The weapon was also changed, replaced by a more powerful Mo knife, the slender blade slashed, with a burst of sound of breaking the air, the somewhat panicked battle situation was immediately stabilized, he slashed down, and the three-layer heavy armor of the Qing army on the opposite side was cut by him.

The Qing army on the other side was shocked, and the one-eyed Ba Yala was shocked, and said: "The Ming people actually have such a fierce general" He took a breath and looked at the fierce man opposite, with a somewhat frightened look, and the Qing army's formation immediately became chaotic.