Phoenix Mountain has never gathered so many troops, in the earth-shaking shouts and artillery, countless soldiers shuttled back and forth, fighting, every moment there are fresh lives on the ground.

In front of the firearms battalion, it is the key point of the game between the two armies, this clear-eyed person can see the truth, but Wang Zheng did not arrange heavy troops in front, compared to the dense number of the Chinese army and the left army, the dozen or so phalanxes on the right are really pitiful.

Looking at the battlefield that was gradually favoring him, Zhang Xianzhong's brows were wrinkled deeper, and he muttered to himself:

"How could the Qi army be so vulnerable, there is something strange......"

Although Zhang Xianzhong is a little conceited, he is not stupid after all.

The elite of the former Ming Dynasty concentrated on resisting the Donglu for decades, and was completely dispersed by the Qi army in two battles, beheading Azig, attacking and killing Kong Youde, and successively breaking Hetuala and Shengjing.

The Dashun army, which swept through the Central Plains and rapidly swelled to one million, suffered defeats at the hands of this army, and even when the opponent's soldiers approached the city, most of the Dashun soldiers gave up resistance and chose to surrender directly.

If there is no absolute difference in strength between the two sides, judging from Zhang Xianzhong's understanding of Li Zicheng, this king will definitely not surrender willingly.

How could an army with these achievements make such a low-level mistake and not defend itself in front of the firearms battalion, can it just watch these artillery pieces be swallowed by itself?

"Not good." Zhang Xianzhong was suddenly startled when he thought of this, and said with a pause:

"I'm fooled, quickly call Liu Wenxiu back, and the eighteen village horse teams, all withdraw, hurry up!!"

The herald didn't know why, but he still hurriedly rode his horse and rushed out, Zhang Xianzhong watched the battlefield on the top of the mountain, and was anxious to turn around, but he was not waiting for the news he wanted.

Not long after, there was a earth-shaking shouting from all directions, Zhang Xianzhong looked around in shock, and found that a charging Qi army appeared on the horizon on the east and west sides, and the flags pulled out were particularly eye-catching.

"Eight kings, it's not good, the artillery battalion was attacked by the opponent's cavalry, suffered heavy damage, and has been defeated!" The herald who had just run out came back covered in blood, and he didn't know what he had experienced.

However, Zhang Xianzhong clearly saw the word fear on his face.

"It's still a step too late......" Zhang Xianzhong didn't care about this, just nodded hatefully, but didn't know what to say when he wanted to issue an order, he sat on horseback and looked at the Yellow Dragon Banner standing steadily on the opposite mountain, and suddenly sneered:

"Wang Zheng, use such an elite artillery battalion as bait, count yourself ruthless! If you want Lao Tzu to surrender, it's impossible, don't think about it! Suddenly, Zhang Xianzhong drew his saber, turned around and shouted:

"The soldiers of Onishi, follow the king to press all the way, and scatter the artillery camp first!"

"Check the knives and guns, rush!"

The tens of thousands of Western troops left on the mountains responded one after another, the officers were shouting at the top of their voices, and the soldiers held up the various weapons in their hands and began to join the melee army in a disorderly manner.

With the continuous addition of new forces, the battlefield in front of the firearms battalion clearly began to tremble.

The more than 10,000 Qi troops who stayed here were able to fight evenly with tens of thousands of Western troops at the beginning, but now they are invincible with two fists and four hands, and many soldiers began to be surrounded and killed by the other party, gradually falling into disadvantage, and the losses became heavier and heavier.

"Heavy gunners with sabers and Ben Future, Vice Admiral Niu, you take the light gunners don't stop, keep firing!" Ren Hu reacted quickly, and immediately rushed in with hundreds of heavy gunners, and even the auxiliaries of the baggage battalion followed one after another.

"Kill! None of the dog officers and soldiers can be left! ”

"For the sake of the Eight Kings!"

Before going to the battlefield, the generals of the Great Western Army were also battle-hardened, and they all fought from life and death battles, and they had enough prestige and binding force in the army.

Therefore, at the very beginning, the Great Western Army was also a fairly disciplined army, but this kind of "strictness" became a complete joke in front of the neat Qi army.

The troops of several hundred thousand men were controllable at the beginning of the battle, and no one noticed the weakness of confusion when they fought in the past tailwind, but now this weakness was completely revealed under the blows of the Qi army's hordes of artillery and firing guns.

The ground shook, the top of the head was full of cannonballs flying everywhere, and the people around me would be hit by lead bullets from nowhere and fall to the ground every moment, maybe the next one would be himself.

With hundreds of artillery pieces of the Qi army, and more than 2,000 musketeers firing non-stop volleys, the Great Western Army was almost decreasing at a rate of wheat harvesting, and no one could remain calm under this threat of death, even the Qi army.

After the sneak attack on the artillery battalion, in the face of the blow of the firearms battalion of the Qi army, Zhang Xianzhong became completely powerless to fight back, and the only hope was for the whole army to press.

The Great Western Army was quite brave at first, because it only faced more than 10,000 people in front of them.

But soon, the Qi troops from other directions came one after another, and in addition to Huang Yang and Gao Liang, the generals of the Great Western Army also saw many familiar faces among the officers who took the lead.

For example, Hao Shaoqi and Liu Fangliang, the generals in the Dashun army, were among them, and they seemed to be very excited to kill, and they didn't have any rebellion and dissatisfaction at all.

Some of the officers of the Great Western Army below could no longer restrain their subordinates, and in the sound of artillery shaking the ground and mountains, many soldiers began to run desperately, shouting and screaming.

There is only one result of this, that is, to be found by the flaws of the Qi army, surrounded and killed.

If you are part of the Great Western Army on the battlefield, people are constantly being hit around you, the soles of your feet become puddles of blood, stumps are flying all over the sky, and there are screams of your own people everywhere.

At this time, not to mention killing the enemy and maintaining the formation, you are just facing infinite fear and panic, but the last straw that overwhelmed the Great Western Army was the encirclement formed by the troops from all sides.

In the face of the Qi Wu armor swordsmen in front of them, who couldn't even see their expressions clearly, as well as the steel thorns that gradually pressed over all around, the last self-confidence of the Great Western Army was completely crushed, and countless chaotic soldiers began to cry for the collapse of their fathers and mothers, which caused greater consequences, and the complete collapse of all aspects.

The hundreds of artillery pieces placed by the Qi army in the back mountains, as well as more than 2,000 musketeers with rifles, caused the coverage of firepower to reach the peak of this era, and even the largest battles in the West cannot be compared.

They destroyed the most important thing in an army, that is, self-confidence and courage, without which the Great Western Army would have no chance of turning over as long as it collapsed.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up!"

"Liu Wenxiu, you gather soldiers and horses, and follow this king-"

Zhang Xianzhong rode on the horse and brandished a knife to command constantly, but the shouting stopped abruptly, and the flying look on Zhang Xianzhong's face disappeared in an instant, and he fell headlong under the horse.

This lead bullet was pushed out through the fierce collision inside the barrel, directly killing Zhang Xianzhong, who was giving orders, on the spot, and the Great Western Army, which had just gathered, was completely dispersed in an instant.

In the distance, Ren Han, the commander of the musket team, handed the musket to the lieutenant general, squinting his eyes, but he didn't know that he had just killed the notorious Eight Great Kings Zhang Xianzhong.