Liu Chenglong, who had been following the army, persuaded Mao Wenlong not to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the group of trapped beasts, believing that this would cause great losses, and there was even the possibility of capsizing in the gutter.

But Mao Wenlong didn't listen to him, everyone didn't listen to him, Liu Chenglong was not a soldier, and he couldn't appreciate the supremacy of bravery and honor that was permeating the Great Qin army.

It is possible to fight the enemy with all kinds of tricks, trap the enemy, and achieve the greatest victory at the minimum cost, but once the enemy launches a final challenge, if you do not fight and tear them head-on, it will be a great blow to morale.

The Great Qin army is the best, it is invincible in the world, and any enemy who dares to provoke will be torn to pieces, the kind that is torn by hand in the front.

Even if Mao Wenlong used all kinds of means to drive Nurhachi to a corner, there was no way to refuse this provocation.

They are provoking the soldiers of Great Qin with their lives, and they have issued a challenge with their lives - the bet is fate, do you dare?

Any shameful Great Qin soldier dares, if anyone does not dare, he will be ridiculed by everyone for a lifetime, and he will never be able to gain a foothold in the army again, because no one can afford to look down on a coward, in this era, this is inevitable.

And this kind of spirit, which seems to be not cost-effective, is the most basic condition for the formation of an iron army.

With this spirit, this army can be called elite, an iron army, and an invincible army.

This spirit is more important than the battle loss ratio.

Xiao Ruxun used the clerical staff to teach the soldiers to read and write, and through literacy education, some of the most important spirits and wills were deeply rooted in the minds of the soldiers by subtle means, engraved in their souls, so that they could understand what responsibility is, what is responsibility, what is honor, and what is sacrifice.

The new Qin army was no longer fighting for food and promotion, but began to have a more state-friendly concept, which would be an army that thoroughly carried out the will of the central government.

So at this moment, they did not hesitate to accept this challenge of gambling with their lives, and followed Mao Wenlong to the battlefield.

In the distance, the group of mourning soldiers who were angry was the stepping stone for them to carry out their will.

Qin Jun appeared, Nurhachi saw it, he stood up, and everyone around him stood up.

Some are still biting horse meat, accumulating as much physical strength as possible, some patting their faces to make their spirits the best, some licking knives with their tongues, with bloodthirsty expressions, and some taking deep breaths to adjust their mentality.

At this moment, both sides seem to have forgotten what kind of war it was and devoted themselves to it.

The bravery of this Qin army is also beyond Nurhachi's imagination, he didn't pay attention to how many people this Qin army has, it looks like it is similar to his men, but there must be a main force behind.

He has no future, his future is now, including all his children, all that is left is the present.

Nurhachi crouched down and stroked the heads of his two youngest sons, Tabai and Abatai.

"Immediately, it's time to show your bravery, use the knives in your hands to kill those hateful Han people until you can't kill them anymore, understand?"

The two children nodded a little nervously.

"You are my sons, you can't back down, you can't lose face, you know?"

Nurhachi said a few more words.

Tabai and Abatai nodded ignorantly, clenched the knife in their hands, Dai Shan looked at this scene expressionlessly, and then looked at the Qin army battle formation in the distance with an expressionless face.

They were cavalry, and on their side were all infantry.

The meaning of my father's desire to kill all the war horses seems to be not only to eat meat, but also to make everyone cut off the last trace of the idea of escaping, and only fight to the death.

So, can this battle be won?

Can you win?

Liu Chenglong was also asking Mao Wenlong, but Mao Wenlong didn't answer him, just pulled out his sword and held it high into the sky.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! ”

The black-armored cavalry of the Qin army shouted angrily, and their morale suddenly reached the peak, and everyone was in high spirits, clenching the swords and guns in their hands, and instigating the horses to move forward slowly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The Jianzhou Corps formed a group, and the black oppression began to advance in the direction of the Qin army, roaring the slogan of killing as it advanced, and there was no fear in his eyes at all, only a strong desire to kill.

Of course, the same is true for Qin Jun.

The Jianzhou soldiers walked first, then walked quickly, and finally, Nurhachi ran directly, and the entire Jianzhou Corps also rushed together, panting with red eyes, like a lion that was extremely hungry, roaring and rushing forward.

The Qin army stopped here, and thirty dragoons rode to two hundred meters in front of the whole army, turned over and dismounted, and aimed at the galloping Jianzhou Corps with their Guangqi-style dragoon guns.

"Put!"

The leading dragoon captain gave an order, thirty gunshots rang out, and thirty Guangqi lead bullets accurately penetrated the flesh of the thirty Jianzhou soldiers, instantly breaking through their skin and beating their internal organs to a mess, and they fell down in pain.

They quickly loaded the ammunition, and before the Jianzhou Corps rushed to the front, they fought another round, and the thirty glowing lead bullets steadily took thirty lives, Fei Yingdong was unlucky, and was grazed by a bullet on his left arm, snorted, and did not stop the charge.

"Stand back!"

The distance left was not enough for them to fight another round, and the captain of the dragoons gave another order, and the dragoons turned on their horses and scattered on both sides, leaving the battlefield, while the black-armored cavalry were ready to charge.

"Victory, dedicated to His Majesty the Great Qin Emperor!"

Mao Wenlong's sword pointed forward: "Charge!! ”

"Kill !!!!!"

Two thousand black-armored cavalry quickly instigated their horses to charge forward, and within a distance of hundreds of meters, almost instantly, the black torrent rushed into the Jianzhou Corps like a sharp sword.

At that moment, it was like two blood bags colliding together, and in an instant, blood splashed everywhere, stumps and broken arms flew sideways, and the neighing of people and horses were intertwined, playing a cruel battlefield concerto.

The battle of life and death between the cavalry and the foot soldiers, the face-to-face slashing and slashing fight, and the head-to-head duel without any trace of water, unfolded on this land.

The cavalry of the Qin army quickly pierced and killed, cutting off a head with a knife, and piercing the body of a Jianzhou soldier with a single shot to take his life.

The Jianzhou infantry was not afraid of death to chop the horse's legs and drag people off their horses, and several people gathered together to pull a black-armored cavalryman off the horse, holding a knife in both hands is a stab.

The Jianzhou soldiers did not have a military formation, or they did not think of using a military formation at all, and the cavalry of the Qin army chiseled the Jianzhou Corps from beginning to end with the momentum of a fierce tiger in the mountains, tearing apart their entire group, and then began to divide and surround them.

At this stage, however, they encountered extremely stubborn resistance.