Dong Youyin led three battalions of Shandong Army soldiers, as if a sharp cone was pierced into the flesh, and the awl kept moving forward, piercing deeper and deeper.

The swordsmen and spearmen around them, who rushed to the streets and towers after entering the city, were like thorns next to an awl, bringing out the flesh around the wound and causing more damage.

The axe and spear array rushed to a distance of less than two hundred paces, although Hao Shaoqi still led some of the rogues to support it, but the rest of the people couldn't withstand the huge pressure after all, and fled with a bang.

Although Hao Shaoqi kept shouting words like a bunch of wretched people in his mouth, he couldn't make up his mind to stay in this death battle when he saw the other party's strange-shaped weapons getting closer and closer.

To put it nicely, it is a death battle, to put it bluntly, but it is in this city that he knows that he will lose and wait for death, Hao Shaoqi has a very high status in the army, second only to Liu Zongmin, even if he himself is not greedy for life and afraid of death, for various reasons, he has no intention of continuing to fight.

Fortunately, these scattered people are all from refugee camps, not old camps, and it will be easy to collect some back when the time comes, as long as Li Zicheng is found and said that these people are useless, it is still no big deal.

Thinking of this, Hao Shaoqi sighed, turned around and was about to leave.

"Rogue, where to go!"

But suddenly heard a roar behind him, Hao Shaoqi glanced back, and saw that it was the tall Dong Youyin rushing over, and a wave of anger naturally rose in his heart.

However, Hao Shaoqi quickly reacted, and when he saw the general trend of Tongxu County, he didn't stop here, and despite Dong Youyin's curses from his ancestors behind him, he still chased after the rout without looking back.

Seeing those foot soldiers using strange weapons changing formations back and forth in front of the city, rushing left and right, but the formation was not chaotic, and the army that Hao Shaoqi had always been invincible in his heart was no longer so invincible.

The fundamental gap between the two sides can be seen from the perspective of people who are familiar with the military formation, and it can be seen that they are not on the same level at all.

It stands to reason that Dong Youyin's side has already won, and the battle situation should develop in a direction favorable to the Shandong army, but many people found that Li Zicheng's side rushed out of many foot soldiers.

All of them wore light armor, and in addition to the broadswords they held, they carried spears on their backs, simple leather boots on their feet, and some even wore felt hats and bows and arrows.

This kind of equipment is outstanding even among the old battalions of the peasant army in various departments.

Li Zicheng personally went out and did not give Wang Zheng a chance to react and give orders, and there were about 3,000 foot soldiers in the old battalion, and they quickly came to the battlefield on the west side as soon as they were dispatched.

The old battalions in the army are all old poles in the north and south, most of them have been fought since the Rongyang Conference in the second year of Chongzhen, and a few of them are even traced back to the road earlier, so the treatment and use of weapons in the army are the best.

Under the personal leadership of Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang, at least he has reached the point where he is not afraid of death.

An old battalion foot soldier looked at the several refugee camp foot soldiers who had fled back, and without saying a word, he viciously swung his knife over, and the rest of the old battalion did the same, as if he had become a warlord on the battlefield in an instant.

As many deserters from the refugee camp were mercilessly killed, most of them were determined to die inside and out, so it was better to rush back with King Chuang and the old camp.

What if the battle is won, what if the thieves and soldiers are directly defeated as before?

The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and the Shandong army is still pursuing the victory, but in the blink of an eye, it has become a large army of rogue bandits, plus more than 3,000 foot soldiers in the old battalion, the three battalions of Huangyang have become more than 10,000 rogue soldiers head-on, and the pressure has increased several times at once.

An axe gunner had just stabbed a rogue, and when he saw another rushing from the left, he picked up the small axe on the side of the axe and slashed it away, but the axe gun was heavier than the tiger gun, and it was too late to quickly change direction.

Coupled with the fact that the number of opponents was too large, an old battalion foot soldier seized the opportunity with a knife and sent the knife directly into the stomach of the axe gunner.

The Shandong army is retreating in a steady stream!

This kind of defeat is not repulsed, but the number of the other party is too much, and this time it is the impact of Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang, who personally led everyone in the old camp to fight and retreat.

The cluster of arrows inserted in Huangyang's armor is not the fine iron arrows that the Qing army is accustomed to, because the Qing army's fine arrows are very powerful, and they can directly penetrate the iron armor, and once the skin is scratched, it will be bleeding endlessly.

In other words, if the other party was a Qing army, Huang Yang would have been killed in battle with so many arrows in his body.

The arrows of the peasant army were short, thin, cheap, easy to make but lacked lethality, and it was impossible to see anything against those officers and soldiers with torn armor, but when shot on the iron armor of the Shandong army, it was like tickling.

Seeing this, Wang Zheng jumped off the drum platform, pulled out the steel knife handed down by his family, pointed to the battlefield on the west side, and shouted:

"Shandong Army, forward!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

This kind of battle cry is very rhythmic, which belongs to the originality of the Shandong army, on the one hand, it can reduce the nervousness and fear of the foot soldiers, and on the other hand, it can also create greater momentum with the uniform footsteps.

Wang Zheng rushed to the front of the formation, and directly kicked out, knocking the old thief camp in front of him away, followed by the fierce knife momentum and non-stop, leading the whole army to fight on the front line.

Wang Zheng joined with two battalions of the Chinese army, and the decline of the Shandong army was quickly brought back, and the formation was consolidated.

By this time, more than three hours had passed since the battle, and the clouds in the sky had finally improved somewhat.

As the first rays of sunlight shone on the land after the rain, Ren Hu, who was restless on the side, immediately jumped up and shouted almost by the neck:

"Come on, fire the cannon! Put it for Lao Tzu, let it out!! ”

"Obey!"

Watching his comrades fight bloodily on the battlefield, but he did nothing, couldn't go into battle and couldn't put a cold gun in the back, this kind of scratching his ears and cheeks was very uncomfortable.

After the sky cleared, the roar of the battalion officer Ren Hu was just the beginning, and the gunners and gunners immediately nervously disposed of the firearms in their hands.

Not long after, the rear of the Shandong army, which had been silent for a long time, once again emitted a deafening sound of guns.

"Bang-"

"Boom-"

When the soldiers of the Shandong Army who were fighting in front of the battle heard this sound, their morale was greatly boosted.

At this moment, they don't have to look back at all, because this kind of momentum can only be developed by the firearms battalion of their Shandong army in Henan.

Li Zicheng said that he went into battle in person, but compared to Wang Zheng's personal presence on the front line, he was just riding a white horse and watching it closer to the battlefield.

A lead bullet landed not far from Li Zicheng, and the few old battalion foot soldiers who had just run there didn't even make a sound, and disappeared all at once, replaced by a place of blood and water.

"What about Liu Zongmin, what about Gao Yigong, what about Tian Jianxiu!?"

Seeing that the other party's firearms began to show their might again, Li Zicheng was shocked in his heart and at the same time seemed a little impatient, almost shouting this sentence.

But the answer he got was still not good, and an old battalion horseman rode up and shouted from afar:

"King Chuang, General Liu (former army general) and Tian Zongshao (rear army general) were all intercepted by thieves and soldiers, and they were fighting fiercely and couldn't come!"

"Gao Yigong, didn't he let him outflank the Shandong army, what about people?" Lee became a self-enlightened man.

"This..."

The old battalion horseman didn't answer for a while, because he really didn't know why Gao Yigong hadn't arrived yet.

In fact, Li Zicheng forgot for a while because of excessive eagerness that Gao Yigong was a strange soldier arranged by the military advisor Niu Jinxing, but it stands to reason that there should not be any troops of the Shandong Army over there, and Gao Yigong should have brought people to outflank him a long time ago.

When he was talking, there was a shout of killing from the rear, Li Zicheng and others looked over in surprise, and saw that what was raised was a Ming Dynasty Xuanniao banner.

A general in old iron armor came with the support of the Ming army and shouted:

"Yangwu General Wu Wei is loyal, all the soldiers, follow this town to kill the thieves!!"