Chen Shaowei sat on a wooden shelf with a knife, and did not move. Here, it's already on the front lines of the battle that is about to take place. There was already a thick layer of snow on his body, but like all the soldiers around him, it was like a sculpture. The comparison between the two sides is patience, and the comparison is endurance.

For this, Chen Shaowei is absolutely confident that he will win.

Everyone used to be Qin people, and they are no strangers to the bitter cold. However, the soldiers of the new third battalion are now better equipped, and they are not exposed to much wind and snow. They eat better, are stronger, and have more fat to burn, which can be used to fight the cold. For this battle, his subordinates recuperate and eat and drink enough. What's more, they clearly know that the other side will inevitably attack the camp, so they have laid countless traps around the camp, and they have the confidence to win to strengthen their confidence to persevere.

On the other hand, his opponents, hungry and cold, and not having enough to eat for a long time, have left them skinny, without enough heating supplies, and their hands are covered with frostbite, and the only thing that supports them is only the last little bit of hope.

The trapped beasts are still fighting, dying and fighting back, their first blow must be crazy, but it is only a wave, and when their last faith is also destroyed, that is when they perish.

Chen Shaowei can take the initiative to attack, but doing so may lead to greater casualties among his soldiers, since he is sure that Lian Shaowen will definitely come to take the risk, he can naturally wait for the rabbit.

Even Shaowen was observing the camp opposite.

Everything looks fine. There was no reaction in the camp, and at regular intervals patrols would cross the camp with torches, and the drums would beat punctually every half an hour.

But Lian Shaowen felt a little strange. He didn't know what was out of the ordinary, it was a kind of battlefield instinct on his part as a general, and if it was in peacetime, he would give up this attack because of this uneasy feeling. But now, he can't retreat.

His soldiers have been hiding here for a long time, and his Shuanglian City has no grain of food, and there is no firewood to keep warm, if they retreat now, the soldiers will lose their last hope, and they are afraid that this short ten miles of road will become a bloodstained road.

Even if the Ming army has any preparations, he has only one way to go, and that is to move forward.

There was a crisp sound of bangs in the camp of the Ming army, and it was the fourth watch.

Lian Shaowen took a step forward, the snow on his body fell piece by piece, he held the knife on his waist, pulled it out one by one, and a low voice immediately sounded from his mouth.

"Attack!"

On the fourth watch, this is the most tired time for people, but also the most relaxed time for a person, if a person has fallen asleep at this time, it is definitely the most fragrant time.

Patches of snow moved, and groups of Qin soldiers straightened up, grappling with their weapons, and began to charge forward.

At the beginning, the steps were small, almost one ambush after another, almost freezing their bodies stiff, and they needed to run slowly to regain their blood vitality, their bodies to regain heat, and their hands to regain strength.

Slowly, the speed is getting faster and faster.

Even if none of the 3,000 people shouted meaninglessly, the sound of footsteps alone was loud enough.

In the camp of the Ming army on the opposite side, the sound of the loud military horn suddenly sounded, followed by the rumbling war drums, with the sound of the trumpet, the drum, the camp that was still dark just now suddenly brightened, just like the original dark sky, suddenly a gust of wind blew, blowing away the endless dark clouds, revealing the sky full of stars.

Piles of fires burst into flames, and the whole camp was like a brilliant sun in the dark night, shining and bright.

When the countless torches were lit and piles of bonfires were lit, Lian Shaowen's heart sank with the charge of the team, this was not a panicked reaction when attacked, but a preparation in advance, in front of him, the quiet Ming army camp was indeed a trap prepared for him.

Under the bright light, behind the fence of the camp, rows of soldiers stood up with a bang, shields were erected, and countless snows fell to the ground as they stood. Sharp spears rested on top of the shield. At intervals, a crossbow machine can be seen.

For the Qin people, there is no way back. Stretching the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife. Flee, still have to die, attack, or can also kill into the Ming army's camp, can break the Ming army's defenses, and get everything they need from the Ming army's camp.

This is a battle that is destined to have no concessions.

The Qin soldiers no longer needed to hide their tracks, and nearly three thousand people shouted in unison, raised their swords and guns, and quickened the pace of advance.

The screaming sound of a sharp crossbow pierced the night sky, and a long crossbow shot out of the camp, and the strong crossbow rushed out of the light, and then the Qin army that charged in the darkness took away one by one the lives of the people.

The strong crossbow forced the Qin army that was charging densely to loosen up a bit, and only in this way could they minimize their own casualties. On the battlefield, the crossbow is always the scythe of death, and few armor can withstand this powerful weapon, and the only thing that can be prayed for by the charger is to hope that the crossbow arrow will not shoot in the direction of his own place.

The bolts were shot one after the other, and the interval between shots was extremely short. It was in stark contrast to the rate of fire of the several strong crossbows that the Qin army had managed to transport.

These powerful crossbows were used by Lian Shaowen to attack the opponent's fence.

With a bang, the Qin crossbow, which was slow but still powerful, tore through the fence in front of the Ming army's position, a special kind of strong crossbow, in addition to a long arrow, with an arc-shaped curved blade on both sides. This kind of crossbow arrow can easily cut off the support column of the siege tower in the defense of the city, and of course, in such a battle, it can also make the fence of the Ming army fall apart like paper paste.

This crossbow immediately caused casualties to the Ming army.

Wherever one of these bolts is hit, a wide hole will be torn open.

The only drawback is that his rate of fire is too slow, and each time he fires, it will take a long time to fire a second one. There are not many such strong crossbows in the twin cities, and there are a large number of other long-range suppression weapons, which can be without exception, they are all very cumbersome, and they can be used to defend the city, and they can be used in field battles, which is basically impossible.

Two hundred steps away from the fence, the Qin army looked even more crazy. Running in the front, is a row of shield soldiers, the Ming army has a very fast rate of fire crossbow machine, almost can be called an infantry harvester, this is no longer a secret on the mainland, this group of shield soldiers, is used to cover the infantry to break through to the fence before, as long as the Ming army is in short contact, this kind of weapon that makes the infantry frightened, will lose its effect.

Although it was desperate, although it was desperate, the Qin army's attack still showed their sense of hierarchy and their previous sober minds. This made Qin Feng, who was watching the battle from behind, also nodded slightly.

But it was only a slight nod, for the prepared Ming army, courage could not offset the huge advantage occupied by the Ming army, this advantage was not only psychological, but also equipment.

A hundred steps away from the fence, the crossbow machine in the Ming army's position still did not remember, this has entered the range of the crossbow machine, it seems that they have not found a way for the Ming army's shield soldiers to open the way of the charging formation, in the camp, there is still only the sound of the strong crossbow's howling.

Eighty steps, the Qin army has entered the range of the lights of the Ming army's camp.

The shield soldiers running in front disappeared from the charging Qin army with a roaring sound.

Under the seemingly unremarkable snow, a trap was dug out that was not long or wide, and the height was just enough for the shield soldier to fall down and not get up for a while, and the width was the distance that he could jump over with a strong jump.

The moment the shield soldier disappeared, the crossbow machine, which had been silent, suddenly rang out. The crisp sound of Kaka gathered together, but what reached Qin Jun's ears was the overture of death.

They could already see the camp of the Qingming army and see the array of the Ming army, but the next moment, there were countless more things in front of their eyes.

It was a short crossbow shot by a crossbow.

The Ming army dealt with the big killer of the foot soldiers.

The charging Qin troops fell to the ground in rows, and the powerful crossbow machine broke through their armor and pierced deep into their bodies, and the front one fell into the trench in front, smashing the shield soldiers who were desperately trying to climb out of the trench again.

In an instant, the trench had been filled with the corpses of the Qin army.

The Qin army is still charging.

In these trenches, every other distance, there is a distance of more than ten meters on the ground, and those who can rush through under the cover of shield soldiers are these lucky ones.

The only problem is that there are too few of them.

Qin Feng, who was watching the battle from a distance, shook his head and lost interest in watching any further.

Qin Feng is still very brave, giving him the same feeling as when he was in the Luoying Mountains, knowing that he is facing death, but he still pounces on him fearlessly. It's just that they are no longer facing the Chu army of the year, but the Ming army, which is so sharpened that it can no longer make up for the gap with courage and numbers. At that time, the Qin army could still win victories frequently, driving Qin Feng to flee for his life like a wild dog, but now, they had no chance at all.

When Qin Feng stepped down from the high platform, at the forefront of the position, the two sides of the Ming army finally launched a hand-to-hand encounter, after paying a huge sacrifice, the Qin army finally rushed to the front of the fence, they arranged in the distance of the strong crossbow tore a large area of the fence, but their infantry, the next face was the neat queue slowly forward to press the steady Ming army.

In the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and it was the cavalry of the Ming army coming up from behind.

The war is almost over.