Twenty miles northeast of Quang Ninh City, on a wilderness, a huge army of black-clad and black-armored troops was standing on the field one by one according to the phalanx, motionless as a mountain, standing as tall as a pine.

If you look down from the sky, you will see a dark pine forest, standing tall in the wilderness, lined up in formation, ready to face the wind, frost, snow and rain.

The banner is like a forest, the sword array and the gun forest are shining, the musket and artillery are pointing obliquely at the sky, the people are silent, the horses are silent, and a rich and incomparable power and murderous aura rushes straight to the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Jiang Chuan set up a position here with an army of 40,000 cavalry, and met the 60,000 Qing army openly.

If he didn't have enough confidence to have a dignified battle with the Qing army because of the disadvantage in numbers, then now he has confidence.

On top of the tall cloud chariot in the middle of the huge military formation, Jiang Chuan stood as tall as a pine, and a pair of eyes looked to the northeast, which was the direction from which the Qing army came.

His eyes flashed with excitement, and he was looking forward to the start of this big battle.

There were two more unfamiliar faces beside him, one in green clothes and a long beard, and his face was clear and elegant, but a pair of eyes were like the sun that shone with insight into people's hearts.

He is the great columnist Su Qin Suzi who wore the seal of the six countries as a person in the pre-Qin era.

On the other side, a person was full of wind and frost, his brows were tightly locked, as if the vicissitudes of China for 5,000 years were written on his face, and his eyes looked silently into the distance with a melancholy atmosphere.

He is a famous minister during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, once served as the governor of Zhejiang, and took the famous generals Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou to fight the Japanese invaders again and again, and Hu Zongxian, a famous minister who protected the peace of the southeast of the Ming Dynasty.

Jiang Chuan's gaze drifted to the left flank of the huge military formation, where were the mighty and majestic 10,000 cavalry.

In the cavalry phalanx, a large flag fluttered in the wind, embroidered with a big "Di" character, one of its members was strong, sitting on a horse, looking sharply into the distance, a huge spear in his hand seemed to be trembling slightly, as if he had long been eager to drink the blood of Hulu.

He is naturally a generation of anti-Hu famous general Di Qing.

Jiang Chuan's gaze drifted to the front of the military formation again.

That is where Jiang Chuan's confidence lies in daring to fight a dignified battle with the 60,000 Qing army this time.

10,000 infantry lined up in a thick three-tiered formation at the front of the large array, and huge iron shields were erected like rolling mountains, forming a solid barrier.

The sharp spear halberd stabbed out from the upper, middle and lower directions, forming a daunting jungle of death that shone with a little bit of cold.

Behind the 10,000 infantry were 500 grenadiers dressed in short red uniforms with grim faces, their eyes looking at the wilderness in the distance, but their right hands were clinging to the bulging leather bag at their waists, and at their feet there was also a leather bag, which was also bulging.

The 500 grenadiers were flanked by 1,000 musketeers, including 500 arquebusiers trained before and 500 flintlock musketeers trained after the system was upgraded.

Their short red uniforms stood out like red flames in the huge black formation.

In the face of the coming battle, the five hundred arquebusiers trained from the common people were generally a little pale, they pursed their lips tightly, their bodies trembled slightly, and even the hands holding the muskets were also a little trembling.

On the other hand, the five hundred flintlock musketeers, all of them had cold faces, exuding an indifferent chill all over their bodies, as if they did not know the cruelty of war.

The musketeers flanked by 5,000 crossbowmen, who were to attack from a distance along with 1,000 musketeers.

The ranged forces were followed by the weapons of the battle, with a hundred eight-pounder field guns lined up in two neat rows at five-paces distance, each with three artillerymen also wearing short red uniforms.

Behind the cannon were wooden boxes piled up, and black shells could be seen in the top open wooden boxes.

Behind the 100 field guns are 10 red-coated cannons, with swarthy barrels pointing obliquely at the sky, very domineering.

Li Han, the captain of the Shenji Battalion, glanced back and forth at the new hundred field guns, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

He didn't know where the powerful and unfathomable lord got these 100 small cannons and 300 infantry, but he could see that those cannons were well-made, of high quality, and absolutely fine.

The 300 artillerymen were even more well-trained, and at first glance they were the best of the best.

The arrival of these artillery and artillery, although still under his command, also gave Li Han a sense of crisis.

After making great achievements in the previous battles with the Divine Machine Battalion, he began to feel a little fluttery, and felt that he had become an indispensable and important person.

But the presence of these artillery and artillery made him realize that his frivolity and complacency were really stupid. This great marquis can use him, and naturally he can also kill him. If you get carried away one day, I'm afraid it will be the moment when your head hits the ground.

After waking up, he was sweating profusely, and then he completely put away the self-satisfaction that had just sprouted, and calmed down to do his part, and also made him competitive, and he must command these important weapons of the country well, so that they can become the real gods of war.

There were 10,000 cavalry on each flank of the infantry array, with Di Qing commanding the left wing and Ran Wu commanding the right wing.

And the infantry battle in the middle was fought by the White Mountain.

At the rear of the large array, there were 10,000 infantry personally commanded and dispatched by Jiang Chuan as a backup.

Shanjia left behind in Quang Ninh City with 20,000 horses.

The monstrous momentum formed by the mighty army of 40,000 made the birds flying over this field feel fear, and they had already avoided it far away and disappeared.

Suddenly, in the distance, there was a desolate and distant sound of bull's horns, followed by a dark cloud on the wasteland to the northeast.

The dark cloud slowly approached forward, getting closer and closer, and the sounds of all kinds of people shouting and neighing came one after another.

Closer, the handwriting on the flags erected high one by one is still faintly recognizable, there are the words "Qing" written on them, there are those that say "the auxiliary political king of the Qing Dynasty", and there are flags with various surnames, which are mighty and mighty, there are Chinese and Manchu, colorful, and there are different flag colors according to the different colors of the eight flags.

The army of 60,000 roared over, mighty and mighty, mixed with foot and horse, people shouted and neighed, and the sound was rolling, so it was not lively.

On the other hand, there was silence on Jiang Jiajun's side, silent as a mountain, like a pine forest, like a cangxiong at this moment, no one spoke, not a horse neighed, as if turning a blind eye to the clamor of the enemy on the opposite side, and hearing it.

With the sound of another horn, the 60,000 Qing army gradually stopped and began to line up, and a big battle was about to break out.