The 3,000 men and horses of the Wugui who attacked the Huya Stalls immediately collapsed as soon as they came into contact with the Ming army, and in the City God Temple, which was more than ten miles away from the Huya Beach, Wang Lu also fought smoothly. These Xintong soldiers look glamorous, with complete armor and weapons, but when it comes to real combat effectiveness, they are too far behind those ragged Qin border troops. The most important thing is that they don't have the heart to work hard.

The gap between reality and ideals is too huge, I originally thought it was a little white rabbit that could be easily taken down, but when it came to the end, I found that the other party was a big bad wolf wearing Little Red Riding Hood, and the psychological gap was a bit big.

More important than this is the lack of unified dispatch and cohesive command of these private soldiers, who have gathered together, and once someone escapes, it will immediately cause an avalanche effect. There is no need to think about such a thing as wanting someone to find a way out for others after the break in the back, in this army. At this time, in fact, everyone is only competing for one thing to see who can run faster.

In order to run faster than others, these soldiers kept discarding the weapons in their hands, taking off the armor on their bodies, and removing these burdens, but they did run faster.

A group of stragglers, after the rout, of course, it is not worth Su Qiu and Wang Lu to chase and kill again, at this time, they have more important things to do, that is, to block the main force of the enemy, Chen Chu's troops. There were more than 14,000 men, nearly four times the size of their entire army.

Just when Su Qiu and Wang Lu began to reorganize their military strength and prepare to stab Chen Chu's ass, Chen Chu's army was also preparing for Yang Zhi's main attack.

Yang Zhi only has two thousand people, but his weapons here are much stronger than those of Su Qiu and Wang Lu, not to mention anything else, just four thunderbolts are a nightmare for Chen Chu's army.

Chen Chu also has long-range weapons, that is, more than ten trebuchets brought by the army, this huge guy is not so easy to transport, if it weren't for the drag of these things, Chen Chu would not have walked from the county town to Luoxing Town for two days.

Looking at the trebuchets that had been standing up and were preparing for launch, Chen Chu couldn't help but feel relieved in his heart, the enemy did not have such heavy weapons, and it was not in vain that he had made great efforts to bring these trebuchets over, above this distance, he had to teach the other party a lesson, and the other party could not beat himself. No matter how strong the enemy's fortifications were, after all, they were not tall walls, and it didn't take long for the heavy cannonballs of trebuchets to smash through them, and then tens of thousands of troops rushed up, one person and one mouthful of spittle, and also drowned this Ming army.

He stared at the Ming position in the distance with great ambition, and then he saw several fireballs rising from the distance and flying in his direction.

What is this? Chen Chu had some doubts in his heart.

The fireballs came so quickly that in the blink of an eye, they filled his entire field of vision, and the sound of whirling and scorching heat rushed to his face.

"Be careful, sir!" The guards beside him tore Chen Chu off his horse and threw himself on top of him, and at the moment he fell, he heard a deafening rumbling sound.

As soon as he pushed away the guards on his body, Chen Chu jumped up, only to find that the guards who were pressing him were already weak, and after being pushed aside by him, there was no reaction, a thick wooden stick stained with blood fell to the side, and the huge trebuchet that was behind him was no longer visible at this moment.

The fire was blazing.

He looked in horror at the back of the trebuchet, the fireballs still rolling, leaping forward, destroying all the obstacles that stood in their way.

The trebuchet was placed in the rear of the entire army ready to charge, and at this time, the heads of all the people of the army of tens of thousands turned back, and they watched it all in a daze.

Of the dozen or so trebuchets, a third of them are gone.

"Here we go again!" There was a heart-rending cry of fear in his ears, Chen Chu turned his head to look at the air, and couldn't help but be terrified, this time there were several times more fireballs in the air than the last time.

He drew his sword and lunged forward, "Charge, charge, forward, forward to dodge these attacks." ”

Chen Chu's reaction was indeed very fast, because this time the fireballs in the air were no longer in a zigzag shape, but were arranged in several rows in the air, and the landing point was obviously not just a trebuchet position.

With a bang, tens of thousands of soldiers ran up, but contrary to Chen Chu's estimate, not everyone was charging forward against the enemy's position, and many were running to the sides.

The attack formation that had been put together with great difficulty had long since disappeared, everyone was running, and the generals were completely unable to control the soldiers under their command.

This can't be blamed on these new Tong soldiers, when the thunderbolt first appeared on the battlefield, even the well-trained Qi army, which could rival the Ming army, was also beaten by Qi Qi and returned with a miserable defeat, not to mention that these had never been on the battlefield at all, and they were just private soldiers who were powerful in the countryside.

An army of more than 10,000 people, not a small number, everyone collectively charged forward, but the speed was still lackluster, after all, there was no room until the front ran away.

So, the back one poured blood mold.

Fireballs fell from the sky, and the front row directly destroyed all the trebuchets, but the rest fell accurately in the dense crowd.

This is a red-hot round iron bullet fired by a thunderbolt, which kills when it is touched and dies when touched, but it is not something that the human body can stop, even if it is a big tree with a thick bowl mouth, if they hit it, it will immediately break from it.

The second half of the battlefield became a sea of fire, and the second half of the battlefield became purgatory.

Chen Chu's helmet was gone, most of his hair was burned, his eyes were blood-red, and his eyes were staring at the position of the Ming army in front of him.

"Kill, rush, as long as you fight the enemy in close combat, we will win!" He roared with all his strength, and his subordinates were also yelling desperately, trying to restrain their soldiers to run forward.

In fact, most of the soldiers were indeed running forward, although they were somewhat disorganized and undisciplined, and at this time, everyone suddenly realized that if they stood still, those fireballs would fall again, and they would either become roast pigs, or meatloaf, or burnt paste.

On the position of the Ming army, Yang Zhi coldly stared at the chaotic enemy who was rushing wildly, and spat on the ground, just like this, he actually swallowed himself.

"Heavy crossbow!" He commanded coldly.

Twenty heavy crossbows raised their heads, and the next moment, twenty afterimages flew out, like red-hot tongs inserted into the tofu, opening a bloody alley in the dense crowd.

After firing three crossbows in a row, the enemy was getting closer and closer. At this time, he could already see the frightened and confused faces of the opposing soldiers, and the enemy had been defeated.

"Ballista!" He gave the order again, and then pulled the big black sword from his back, and another extremely thin sword came out of that part of his body, flying silently around him.

Eighty crossbow machines, spewing out airtight crossbow arrows, weaving a web of death, sweeping the Xintong soldiers to the ground in rows.

The fire from the crossbow machine seemed to never stop, and after a moment of panic, the Shinki army, which had been hit head-on, suddenly turned and fled backwards.

The one behind was still rushing forward, while the one in front turned and fled, and the two sides collided together, and the battlefield was completely chaotic.

"Stop shooting, the whole army will attack with me!" Yang Zhi yelled. Although the crossbow bolts can also destroy some enemies, he prefers to let his soldiers experience more blood and fire battlefields, such an undisciplined, crumbling enemy army is undoubtedly the best time for him to train.

Yang Zhi jumped up, and with him flew up, there were more than a dozen spears on the ground, Yang Zhi pounced on the enemy, and those spears were also like wings, volleying into the air, and swooping into the body of the enemy in front of him.

Back then, Qin Feng had said that this kung fu practiced by Yang Zhi was really excellent if it was used to charge into battle, and he alone could withstand the attacks of dozens or hundreds of people, and these people were all good martial arts cultivators. And his little sword is even more elusive and unguardable.

Of course, in a battle of this level, it seems that Yang Zhi's little sword doesn't need to fly out.

Behind him, groups of Ming troops rushed out.

The Thunderbolt had long since stopped firing, and the crossbow machine had also stopped shooting the moment Yang Zhi stood up, and the crossbowmen and Thunderbolt soldiers could only stand in place now, watching with envy as their comrades slaughtered the chaotic enemy army like lions.

Yang Zhi is eyeing Chen Chu. And Chen Chu was not far from him at this moment because he took the lead in the charge, but the situation of the county guard in front of him was very bad, his body was bloodstained and embarrassed, and the ordinary feather arrows could not help this martial arts master, but he never expected that the crossbow arrows above the Ming army's position would be like locusts flying in the sky, and it seemed to be endless.

And what's even worse is that he is now surrounded by the new Tong army running around, and he wants to run, but there is no space.

In such a short moment, Yang Zhi had already killed him, and more than a dozen spears swept away the Xintong army between him and Yang Zhi, and a black afterimage fell out of the air.

"Chen Chu, die!"

So Chen Chu died. He was just an eighth-level martial arts cultivator, not to mention that he was injured, even if he was not injured, in front of a person like Yang Zhi, he didn't have much power to fight back.

As soon as the sword fell, his head flew into the air.

The battle in Luoxing Town, from the beginning to the end, took only half a day's effort, 20,000 Xintong troops, more than half were captured, nearly 5,000 people were annihilated, and some people disappeared.

Yang Zhi still overestimated the combat effectiveness of these people.