On one side of the hill, there are more than 100 warriors dressed in various costumes.

On one side of the hill, there are more than 200 corpses of officers and soldiers wearing mandarin duck battle jackets.

Whether it is an officer or a martial artist, without exception, all of them are people who die face down, and few people die on their backs in battle.

Nearly 400 people, but none of them dared to fight, how could the Ming Dynasty not die?

Zhang Nai looked at the so-called battlefield in front of him and did not rush forward.

On both sides of the hillside, it is almost impossible to see the dead brothers.

However, in the face of nearly 400 officers and martial artists with superior military strength, none of their own brothers were killed or injured, but on the official road hundreds of meters away, they actually lost seventy or eighty sons and daughters in an instant, and they were all the most courageous horses in the front army!

Zhang Nai felt his heart dripping blood.

Seventy or eighty people, although the number of people who slashed and killed was not enough, but the seven or eight hundred people that King Chuang gave me were all warriors, just to deceive and contain Yang Sichang to come back and forth, but here ten percent went to one percent, but the people were unscathed, damn it, Lao Tzu has never seen such an aggressive strange thing since the incident!

"Who are you?"

Zhang Nai, who was out of anger, looked over the hillside, over the barren grass, over the corpse pile, over the Han River, and finally focused all his eyes on one person-

A young man about his age, surrounded by 35 heavily armed but obviously trembling guards, Zhang Nai couldn't believe that all this in front of him was true if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

It's only thirty meters away, how did these dozens of people who were trembling manage not to turn around and run away? Did they shoot seventy or eighty of my sons with their sparkling bows and crossbows?

Just their little people, they actually have a formation?

Hehe, in a group of five, the battle was divided into nine platoons. Even if you shoot together, Lao Tzu can kill you in an instant with one charge!

The "Zhang" on the banner made Wendao very confused.

After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly remembered that Li Zicheng's subordinate army, the child soldiers, seemed to be a trick made by Song Xiance, and mysteriously said a proverb to Li Zicheng:

"The children's military division is the children's soldiers, and the children's attacks and the city is taught to win. Only the children's array was eliminated, and the children captured the north-capital-city. ”

But it's not the right time!

Li Zicheng took advantage of Zhang Xianzhong's re-raising of the matter, and also took advantage of the situation to end the dormant, just now in Yunxian County with them to divide the army, all the way to Wuchang attack, and finally because of the strength of the strength did not dare to turn to the He-Nan-territory, unexpectedly got the favor of a great talent Li Xin, but also quite a success.

This army of thieves appeared again between the mountains at the junction of Wudang and Xixia, and it was obvious that Li Zicheng had already swept his army into Henan-South at this moment, and the word "Zhang" on this banner seemed to be Zhang Nai, the little general of the child soldiers.

Alas, it's just a pity for Li Xin!

Thinking about it, Wen Dao's eyes flashed, and he slowly squeezed out a sentence from his mouth:

"I am the Han family's son Lang Wendao who returned from overseas, you, could it be Zhang Nai's child soldier?"

Zhang Nai was startled, and then a trace of smug rose on his face, and his nose snorted:

"What kind of child soldiers, I haven't heard of it. But since you say that you are a returnee, where do you know my name, are you entertaining Lao Tzu? ”

Even Zhang Nai, the symbol of the child soldiers, doesn't know about the child soldiers, and it seems that the historical trend is quite normal.

When Wen Dao heard this, he immediately put his mind at ease, and at the same time some thoughts came to him:

"Zhang Nai, we are of the same age, and we are all sons of the Han family, why don't you come to me, I promise that you will be clothed and eaten in the future, majestic, how about it?"

What, Zhang Nai touched his ears, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, turned his head to look around, and pointed with a long knife in his hand and said:

"It's really ridiculous, you are the emperor or the prince, you can say it, and blatantly solicit me to be a good son under the king's banner. Okay, okay, now Lao Tzu will take your head and go back and tell it to my king as a joke! ”

Before the words fell, a wild roar sounded around Zhang Nai:

"Kill, kill, kill—"

Grandma's, it's really a diehard, can't Lao Tzu just play it?

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Nai really directly waved his hand to pull out a 100-person stormtrooper formation, making it clear that he was going to be naked-naked, relying on the number of people alone, and heaping him to death.

If it weren't for the official restrictions, he estimated that he would even want to make a 200-person charge formation, pressing up in waves, with only the rate of fire and the number of 35-person bows, how many waves could it last?

Of course, Zhang Nai is not only brave, he has become the commander of a unit at a young age, so he naturally has a strategy.

In addition to sending a charging formation to attack head-on, he also divided two other teams of 100 people, along the steep slopes on both sides of the official road, trying to climb over the pass that naturally diverged from the steep Tuguan Pass, and formed a swooping momentum against Wendao.

The remaining 400 people held down their positions, ready to go, and silently waited for the order behind Zhang Nai.

With such an arrangement, it stands to reason that there is no suspense.

Three hundred people, only forty or so people went to eat, this is already Zhang Nai's sake, which was destroyed by seventy or eighty people in an instant.

For any officer or soldier, he didn't need to go to such a great deal of effort.

The thieves on the slopes on both sides are okay to say, the formation is scattered and the pressure cannot be seen, but the hundred-man team rolling forward in front of it, just the sound of footsteps alone is enough to make people panic.

Wendao knows that at this time, it must not be taken lightly, and the most taboo thing about the team is those pig teammates who suddenly lost their fighting spirit and courage.

"Steady, whoever turns around and runs away now will only be the first to die. If you want to live, do what you have been trained these days to do - don't blink your eyes, don't shake your hands, launch them one by one as soon as possible, and all of you will be qualified good fighters in the future! ”

"Okay, now listen to me—"

Wen Dao stared at the charging formation that had rushed to a position of more than 100 meters from a distance, and raised his fist and shouted as he had done in the previous training:

"The captain and deputy captain have two firecrackers, aim at the first row, prepare, shoot!"

Bang...... Bang bang......

In the rhythmic burst of fire from the two Bayi bars, the edge of the charging formation more than 100 meters away suddenly froze.

Wen Dao didn't dare to pause, and shouted continuously amid the gunshots:

"The main and deputy squad leader has ten flamethrower guns, hurry forward and go out thirty meters, shoot three rounds in a row, and quickly retreat!"

Ten shotguns, moving when they heard the sound, instantly rushed out of the shooting formation, ten figures, one after another, in the sudden diffuse firelight, burst out with a dull sound of fried beans:

Knock knock knock...... Syllable......

At the same time, the Bayi bar behind it still did not stop, and through the four rays of firelight, it briskly emitted a more tooth-aching point shooting sound.

The modern firearms that appeared in actual combat for the first time, when they showed their real fangs, really lived up to expectations, and in the tense observation of the literary knife, Zhang Nai's team of 100 people was torn apart again without any suspense.

And the crossbowmen in the back have not yet entered the battle.

W-That's it?

Zhang Nai watched, watched, and suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his bloodshot eyes......