A short but fierce charge made the foot of the mountain full of Qin Jun's corpses.

Taking advantage of the smoke, the daredevils sneaked to the foot of the mountain and broke through the flames, their purpose was to destroy the arrogant thunderbolts. Although these big black guys can't reach the trebuchet on the top of the mountain, the damage to the entire position system is too great, and the threat of the trebuchet on the mountain to them is limited, and it takes a long time to launch it, or the shooting distance is fixed, the shooting angle is fixed, and the shot misses, it takes a long time to readjust the shooting distance and body angle, and when I raise my eyes, I find that those guys have already moved to another position.

They successfully launched a surprise attack, and those guys were protected by soldiers and hundreds of guards, and they rushed to kill for a while, at least one or two could be destroyed.

But what they didn't expect was that when they rushed out of the fire and killed these black guys, they were greeted by another kind of weird-looking guys.

It was the charging car of the Ming army. They only showed up once when they fought against the Qi army, and in two years, their appearance has changed greatly, the original wooden shell has only been wrapped with a layer of iron sheet, and more importantly, their speed has been greatly accelerated. In the past, the iron wheels were covered with a layer of filling, which was made of animal skins processed and then inflated, and although the wear and tear was so severe that they had to be replaced every once in a while, it was really bearable for an army that was committed to improving its lethality and convenience.

This invention led to a rapid rise in the price of animal skins in the Ming Dynasty and even in the Chu State. Because in the Ming Kingdom, this kind of inflatable wheels have become another standard configuration of luxury carriages, after a series of reforms such as four-wheel, steering shaft, shock absorption, etc., this kind of wheel has made the price of luxury carriages in the Ming Dynasty climb up again.

However, in Daming, some people pay for it, because Daming now has the most businessmen, in order to fill the façade, such a luxury configuration is indispensable. Otherwise, when you go out to talk about business, people will feel that your strength is limited, and they will despise you a little bit in their hearts. So even if you slap a swollen face and become fat, these things must be prepared.

Qin Jun had never seen this thing, but the crossbow machine on this thing clearly told them that great danger was imminent.

The crossbow machine sounded, and groups of Qin people who launched a charge turned over and fell, and those rushing vehicles that came and went like a rain of crossbow arrows in the process of approaching, making them unable to launch any effective attack at all.

Five hundred, in a few breaths, corpses filled the road of their charge, and more than a dozen rushing carts gathered from several directions, and the soldiers on the vehicles looked at them a few times, and then scattered with a roar.

On the mountain, Ma Xin couldn't see the fighting below, but he could see rows of fireballs still falling, and the enemy's strike strength had not weakened at all, so he knew that his assault team was reimbursed.

The entire north slope was blazing with fire, thick smoke was billowing out, some of the bare rocks on the ground were burned to the ground, and they kept exploding, Ma Xin's face twitched muscles, and almost all the ground facilities had been destroyed, losing the role they should have been.

Next, the enemy will start attacking directly. He looked at the somewhat disorganized position on the northern slope, that is, after this burst of carpet bombardment without looking at the target at all, he lost hundreds of men, plus the group of commandos who came down the mountain, thousands of people, and it was gone.

But that's just the beginning! Ma Xin's eyes showed a fierce light, you always have to send foot soldiers to attack, at that time, it was the moment for us to be reckless.

The smoke was gradually blown away by the wind, and on the north slope, everything that could be burned was basically burned away, and when the commanders of the two warring sides were finally able to see each other clearly again, the Ming army began a formal attack.

A platoon of pikemen, a platoon of swords and shields, in a very standard configuration, began to attack towards the almost charred northern slope, but the distance between each team was much farther than normal.

On the position of the Ming army, the drums rumbled, and every soldier who had been on the battlefield for a long time understood that the bloody battle was the real beginning. I used to press the enemy to beat him, but now, I have to turn it upside down.

"A lot of people will die." Chen Shaowei whispered in his heart, but which war does not die, a general like him who slowly rises from the bottom is used to seeing too many deaths, and has long regarded it as a part of his life. At this time, he needs to use death and blood to draw all the enemies on the mountain to the northern slope and create the best chance for Kezhen's final blow.

The trebuchet of the Qin people on the top of the mountain, which had been silent for a while, rang out again, and stones weighing dozens of catties fell from the sky, and the soldiers looked up to the sky, looking at those stones indifferently, mechanically doing evasive actions, dozens of stones fell at a time, and the area that could be covered was not very large, except for these attacked areas, the soldiers in other places began to speed up. From the beginning of the trot, to the current fast charge. Trebuchets have angles, and they only need to go some distance upwards to avoid the death blow from overhead.

From time to time, soldiers will be hit by stone bullets that break through the air, and the result of a frontal hit will naturally be that there will not be a complete bone in the whole body, even if it is rubbed, it will basically say goodbye to normal life. Fortunately, the Qin army did not polish these stones into round stone bullets, and after these stones fell to the ground, they were rarely able to roll up, otherwise the casualties would increase exponentially.

The first group of 1,000 men, about 800 men, managed to break through the range of the trebuchet, and then they were greeted by the palpitating howls of the crossbows.

In the face of such a powerful weapon, there is no point in dodging, because when you hear his howling, he is already in front of you, and at this time, you can only gamble on character. The crossbow machine of the Qin army is quite cumbersome, and the last string requires several soldiers to work collectively and use the strength to eat milk, so the rate of fire is quite slow, although each time it will bring large casualties, but the damage caused is actually limited.

The strong crossbow of the Ming army was improved on the basis of this kind of crossbow machine, using the machine bracket winding, only three soldiers were needed to operate a crossbow machine, and the winding speed was increased several times. What's more, the Ming army's strong crossbows, like their crossbows, were mounted on low seats that could be steered, and the angle of fire could be adjusted at will.

Strings of corpses flew up, and there seemed to be a rain of blood in the sky, but the attacking Ming army did not pause at all, and the drums behind them rumbled, getting louder and louder.

The sound of trebuchets in his ears was gone, the sound of the crossbow was lost, and the sword and shield men suddenly accelerated, desperately caught up with the pikemen, overtook them, and then raised their shields in their hands.

Almost at the same time as they completed this action, locust-like feathered arrows had already fallen from the sky, and the sound of clanging was incessant, and from time to time someone screamed and fell to the ground.

Level 3 defense, this is already the last wave of long-range attacks, all the Ming troops began to shout, because next, they will have to engage the Qin army in close combat.

The moment the feathered arrows came to a halt, the pikemen accelerated, rushing past the sword and shield soldiers who were protecting them in front of them, their ranks were much thinner, and the missing companions in the middle were either forever lying on the path of attack, or they were injured and could no longer attack. Without the commander's command, the pikemen automatically moved closer, making the group appear compact, although by this time the width of their attack had been reduced.

"Kill!" The earth-shattering shouts sounded, and the rows of Qin troops on the mountain stood up from the year of hiding, stood up from behind the broken low wall, stood up from the ravines, clenched the swords and guns in their hands, and pounced on the attacking Ming army.

The two armies were immediately slaughtered together. At this time, no matter how sharp the long-range offensive weapon was, it lost its role, so everyone could only rely on the swords and guns in their hands and the companions around them.

The first wave of more than 1,000 troops of the Ming army reached the first line of defense of the Qin army halfway up the mountainside, and there were only about 700 people left, and they faced an opponent almost twice as large as theirs.

The screams came and went, and at this time, human life was as cheap as a dog.

The second wave of support troops of the Ming army is almost repeating the tactical movements of the first wave of teams, which are all part of the training on weekdays, but the training is only a mechanical repetition, but now, every time they move forward, they will lose some partners forever. The stimulus of death destroys a massive burst of hormones on the glands, and they run faster than usual.

The brothers have been in close combat and now need their support.

Li Daxiong is one of the more special ones in the second wave of stormtroopers, he is a crossbow machine shooter. The Ming army had a crossbow machine, equipped with an archer, a soldier who changed the arrow box, a soldier who carried an arrow box, and a reservist. Groups of shooters like them, with several of them in the second wave of attack, are tasked with rushing to pick a place to set up crossbows and provide support to their brothers. At this moment, he was carrying the main body of a crossbow machine on his shoulder, and he was running desperately with a half-bow on his body, and they needed to break through the enemy's several long-range fire strike nets to reach their destination. In the process of charging, Li Daxiong had already chosen a place, it was a protruding rock, which had been burned black at this time, and the height was just right, his companions could hide behind him, as for him, as a crossbowman, of course, he could not hide, he had to operate the crossbow machine to shoot. If he dies, the Reserve Shooter will take his place.

Every crossbow machine in the Ming army is tall and big, the reason for this choice is very simple, because when fighting on the battlefield, this kind of crossbow machine needs to move from time to time, as the standard configuration of field troops, the crossbow machine of the Ming army has replaced the role of archers, so this kind of crossbow machine weighing dozens of pounds, without a good body, really can't take them to keep up with the speed of the army's charge.

The threat of death surrounded them all the time, and Li Daxiong turned a deaf ear, at this time, any pause could bring death.

The soldier carrying the arrow box beside him snorted and fell to the ground, Li Daxiong didn't blink his eyes, picked up the arrow box on the ground with a cat's waist, and continued to run forward. The moment he bent over, he saw a feather arrow shot at the door of his companion's face, and he was not saved, at this time, he could not waste a little time, even if he was still saved, it was impossible for Li Daxiong to stop at this time.

When it finally arrived, Li Daxiong almost pounced on the rock and got under the rock, and looking back at him, there was one less person following him, and the ready shooter fell less than ten paces away from him.

Just glanced at it, Li Daxiong pressed the crossbow machine on his body to the ground, took off three short steel drills from his waist, took off a small hammer from the side of the crossbow machine, and nailed the steel drill down the three small eyes of the base of the crossbow machine in three or two clicks, and fixed the crossbow machine tightly.

"Get on the arrow!" He lifted his crossbow and stared up with bloodshot eyes.