Chapter 605: Snow Bright's Blade (Page 1/1)

Dehere jumped out at this time, not only contacting various departments in the East China Sea to exert pressure, but also jumping up and down in front of Geng Wanxin's eyes.

Geng Wanxin is almost certain that there is something wrong with this guy, and in recent days, his people have been shopping around for the things that started the fire, which makes it even more suspicious.

That's why there is a scene where Deheret's ministry takes the lead today, when Deheret's shout came, Deheret's spy was completely exposed in front of all the departments in the East China Sea.

And Dehre's shouts did not save him and his tribe's lives, and the Jurchens did not hesitate to attack. Arrows rained down on Dehre's body, and he and his tribe were shot into hedgehogs in the blink of an eye.

After seeing more than 100 people rushing towards him being shot and killed, Sharhuda looked at the army formation in Vladivostok, hoping to find out the enemy's flaws.

After looking at it for a while, he already had a plan in his mind, and there were hundreds of long knife hands on the left and right sides of the fire hammer in the center.

The armor on these swordsmen must be very heavy, otherwise they would not have sat down and rested on the ground after the formation was over.

The rest of the cavalry of the East China Sea were in the rear of the team, and seeing the formation of Vladivostok, Sha Erhuda hesitated a little.

Aren't the natives of the East China Sea all servant troops? Isn't it the task of these people to send them to death and cannon fodder? How did Vladivostok put them behind? Could it be that there is still some conspiracy in Vladivostok?

Looking at the Vladivostok soldiers who were standing still, Shahrhuda waved his hand and gave the order to attack. He didn't dare to compete with Vladivostok for patience, and it would be a disaster if he retreated back into the city.

After the order to attack was given, the army of more than 2,000 servants who followed them began to move forward slowly.

Everyone knows that those who take the lead are prone to death, but this is the fate of their servants. What is done is the work of cannon fodder, it is a consumable.

The soldiers slowly urged the horses and began to trot. The war horses ran for dozens of paces and began to gradually accelerate, and their speed became faster and faster, and they began to rush.

Their target was the thousands of musketeers in the middle of Vladivostok, and looking at the broadswords in the hands of the underground armor soldiers sitting on both sides of the military formation, they instinctively felt that the musketeers were easier to deal with.

Looking at the enemy who was getting closer and closer, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Geng Wanxin's mouth. These Jurchens obviously have no experience in fighting with the Changxing Army, and if they were Jurchens who had fought with the Changxing Army, they would definitely not use such a stupid method as cavalry to charge into battle.

In the past, when the Changxing army only had flintlocks, the Jurchens couldn't rush up, not to mention that all the thousands of people were disguised as Changsheng rifles.

Before the enemy had entered a hundred paces, the Changxing army blew a copper whistle. The soldiers in the first row raised their immortal guns one after another and aimed them at the rushing enemy.

At a distance of 100 paces, the Changxing army fired the fire in their hands, and the charging enemies fell down as if they had hit an invisible wall. Then the second and third rows of guns fired, and the charging enemies were knocked down in pieces.

A firing distance of 100 paces is a completely different concept than a firing distance of 60 paces, and an extra 40 steps is enough to break the enemy's confidence.

The minions in the charge suffered heavy casualties, but they had to grit their teeth and continue the attack. Because Sha Erhuda personally led the Jurchen armor soldiers in the rear to follow, as long as someone retreated, he would be killed by heavy arrows.

Shar Huda had heard the gap in the crowd in the rear and saw the fierceness of the servant army in the front charge, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he had brought a large number of servant troops.

Otherwise, the people who were beaten to death were their Jurchens, and it was only at this moment that he realized that he was wrong.

I used to hear people say that the Changxing Army was powerful in guns, and he always thought that the cowards made excuses for the attack at that time. Such a person is not worthy of being a warrior of the Eight Banners, and should be kicked out of the Jurchens.

Now that the army led by himself has encountered the Changxing army, he knows the horror of the gun. A hundred paces away can kill and wound so many people, how many men and horses do you have to pay if you want to rush up and fight in close combat?

We can't fight like this anymore, or the servant army will have to mutiny. Sharhuda immediately changed his mind and ordered the whole army to attack the army formation on the right side of Vladivostok to the left.

This order relieved the charging minions, who were almost out of breath from the blow just now. If you continue to fight, you will be killed before you can rush to the firecracker, and how many people will do what you are destined to die?

Although rushing to the flank of the Vladivostok soldiers will still be hit by the musketeers, the casualties to be borne are much stronger than the frontal ones.

The minions rushing to the flanks moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye they were close to a distance of fifty paces.

At this time, Luzhle, who was on the right flank of Vladivostok, heard a sharp whistle behind him, and he stood up with a large knife in his hand.

One last glance at the broadsword in his hand, and then the visor was lowered. Listen to the horses' hooves on the ground, "Knock knock!" His heart beat violently.

No one knows how hard he trained during this time, and he practiced it again and again, so that everything he saw was a stake for practicing chopping.

Sometimes when I walk on the street and see the pedestrians around me, I wonder where the big knife in my hand should be cut in two. After many days of training was finally about to be used on the battlefield, he did not have the slightest fear in his heart, but still had an urge to try.

When the enemy rushed thirty paces, another brass whistle sounded in the ranks. Lu Rile quickly raised the big knife in his hand, leaning back slightly to make a starting gesture before slashing.

He had practiced this starting style countless times, and it had long been etched in his memory. The companions beside him were also ready for the last moments, and they stood in two wrong rows, with a distance of three feet between them.

At the same time, a field of grenades flew over their heads, and the grenades emitting white smoke exploded at the feet of the impulsive cavalry, and for a moment the servant soldiers in front of Luzhile were blown up on their backs.

The enemies who were rushing at high speed slowed down, and the remaining enemies rushed through the smoke and rushed towards him.

Lu Zhile stared intently at the rushing minions, and held the broadsword tightly in his hand. The force made his knuckles turn a little white, but he didn't know it.

His heart began to beat faster, and the blood almost rushed to the top of his head. The breathing also became extremely heavy, and Lu Zhile did not dare to gasp for breath, for fear that his heart would jump out of his mouth, and the whole person was in extreme excitement.

The enemy in front of him was getting closer and closer, and Luzhile could already see the man's bearded and hideous face, as well as the constantly waving steel knife in the enemy's hand.

Just as the enemy rushed in front of him, Luzhile shouted: "Kill! ”。 The waist began to exert force, and the strength of the whole body was poured into the broadsword, and the broadsword in his hand cut an arc in the air, slashing towards the rushing war horse.

The shiny blade glowed in the air, reflecting the terrified faces of the enemy.

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