Looking down from the observation balloon hanging high in the sky, you can clearly see the middle line of the fiercest battle.

In the midst of the noise of the battle, the huge army array slowly advanced forward, and an iron stream that broke in diagonally from the flank, but it was tumbling and tumbling in the middle of the waist, and again and again at the cost of some parts of the broken back and falling from the horse, it shook off the entanglement of the left close infantry team, and tried to advance to the center of the abdomen.

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"Please stand back a little ......"

The voice beside him pleaded earnestly again.

"We will definitely swear to protect the flag of the Central Banner to the death,"

"I can return ......"

I shouted categorically

"But how can my people retreat......"

Under such circumstances, the banner of the Chinese army and my generals can only move forward, not backward, otherwise there will be little delay and vacillation, and it will easily be a chain reaction type of rout.

"Reload ...... for me"

I resolutely placed several long and short guns in front of me

"I'm not killing the enemy for the first time, and I'm not without the means to protect myself......"

In the middle of the answers, the horse team of the Northern Army, which broke through, kicked up the dust that covered the sky and the sun, and it seemed to have spread in front of me, and the smell of dust was very choking, almost rushing to my face.

Although they had been weakened by the barrage of spears, swords, and spurs, they still seemed to be impulsive and castrated.

And the sergeants of the regiment in front of me were still firing with their quick guns in a nervous and orderly manner, chasing these figures hidden in the dust with a rain of bullets.

Constantly with trumpets in hand, people resolutely rushed to these cavalry, just to exchange for a chance to kill before they were knocked over and trampled over.

Some failed, but others succeeded, and the shots were shot at very close range, almost in pieces, and the men and horses were bombarded on the cavalry, although most of them were blocked by armor.

But a fish that slipped through the net on an unprotected head, face, legs, and arm, as well as a much larger target, was enough to do a decent amount of damage.

Many galloping cavalrymen, almost too late to control their horses or change direction to evade, were tripped and knocked over by their predecessors who were suddenly overturned by pain, and trampled into a ball with wails and neighing.

But the rest of the cavalry, with a certain will to go forward, trampled over them, and some of them tripped again, whether they were dead or alive.

"Grenadier ......"

In the queue on both sides of the front, there was a sudden shouting sound. But it was Muron who arrived again with a small number of mobilized pacesetters to support him.

I saw something with Mars, bouncing on the ground, and rolling under the hooves of the northern cavalry.

Then, the roar and the large cloud of dust and debris splattered around them, and many people felt dizzy from the trembling ears, and they were pushed and knocked by the invisible force in the dark, and fell from the horse's back.

There are even more cavalrymen who bear the brunt of the explosion, which is from under the feet, and the intestines are blown up, and the flesh and blood are flying, and those mounts that are blindfolded, driven by biological instinct, began to break free from the cavalry's control.

No matter how the rider drove and persecuted, they kicked in place in panic and wailed, and they desperately stood up and threw the people above them, or they lost their balance and rolled to the ground in the struggle between men and horses.

The torrent of iron horses rushed here, and it was like giving an invisible huge force, holding down the head and tail to death, even if there was only a little distance left, it could no longer advance an inch.

Pushing away the corpses of the soldiers who were blocking him, Yang Cunzhong, who was dragged out from under the horse corpse with seven hands and feet, his red eyes were also jaw-dropping, obviously this was the difference.

"Abandoned Horse ......"

Looking at the Wind and Thunder Flags that seemed to be within reach and some paw print flags later, he bit the smell of blood and roared inarticulately

"Move forward with me......"

"Where the green flag goes, there is no return"

"No ...... back"

"No ...... back"

The remnants of the cavalry responded as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they once again overwhelmed the previous decline, and they dismounted one after another, and then controlled the horse's head and stabbed it with all their strength against the direction of the banner.

Although these startled horses, which were wounded and wounded, scattered in all directions, they also disrupted the formations that the Southern Army had managed to gather.

Give these people who are determined to die, open a relatively smooth way, and let them easily kill through the past. During this period, a hasty and sparse round of gunfire was shot again, and most of them were also blocked by the outermost pro-soldiers who took the initiative to block most of them with their bodies.

So Yang Cunzhong had even seen clearly the face under the flagpole, the face with the helmet and armor, it was so young, it was really an incredible opponent,

In that position within reach, there were only a few Yu Hou with resolute expressions around him, and he only had to stretch out the flag gun in his hand to stab him.

There was a sudden flash of green smoke in the other party's hand, but it was a ping-pong sound, Yang Cunzhong only felt that his head was knocked down heavily, the helmet was cracked in large pieces, and there were hot things in the forehead, flowing down, but it made Yang Cunzhong not surprised and happy, and couldn't help but roar with pride.

"Wait for a great head...... I took it."

He threw the flag gun in his hand violently, and the blood splashed on the thigh of a Yu Hou who hurriedly blocked in front of him, why wasn't he afraid, and he didn't see any nervousness, Yang Cunzhong was even in the mood to think like this, and raised another short spear again.

Then, then, a few rapid loud noises and tremors sounded under the flag of the Chinese army, Yang Cunzhong felt that suddenly his body was light, and he turned the world upside down, flying high, in the whirring wind, condescending to overlook the entire battlefield,

He concentrated all his will and tried to find the position where his people were fighting, but all he saw was a long strip of radiating flesh and blood, scattered and broken limbs, and then he completely lost consciousness in confusion.

I watched as the leaders of these enemy troops who burst in front of me were shattered and blown apart by heavy projectiles, and then ploughed out several long flesh ravines in the crowd behind me.

"My cannon...... I'm already hungry and thirsty......"

I exhaled slightly, put down my clenched empty handcuffs, and suddenly a line came to my head.

At the critical moment, what was used to save the emergency was a long-barreled field gun that I forcibly "borrowed" from the Shenji Army under the pretense of public welfare and personal gain, which was convenient for marching.

It's just that it's too cumbersome, so before I have time to push the formation, the front moved forward again, so I was left near the Chinese army, and I asked people to charge and stand by to support the front line, but I didn't think that I would have a chance to become a miracle soldier under the banner of the Chinese army.

During the period, it was just a flash of thought, and soon returned to reality, after experiencing this scene,

The surviving northern soldiers in the formation howled and cried, and then under the heavy encirclement and persecution of the troops who had regathered, some of them shouted angrily and committed suicide on the spot.

The rest of the northern soldiers seemed to have been drawn from the backbone of the main heart, and the various blade banners that had lost their souls fell to the ground, knelt on the ground without strength, and were captured as prisoners.

"Why do you like to gamble so much?"

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but sigh slightly and mutter

"Play this trick of light cavalry rushing and beheading among the armies"

After this sudden crisis had passed, I noticed that the battle ahead was still going on, and because of the confusion of the Chinese army and the vacillation of the two flanks, the offensive was weak again and even stagnant, and fell into a kind of tug-of-war.

It's just that when my own soldiers hung the armor, banners, and other things captured from the cavalry that broke into the cavalry, and sent them to the front for display,

It's like some kind of invisible catalyst, in most of the Northern Army that is still making the last stubborn resistance, it suddenly causes a chain reaction of chemical links.

With the opponent's rear formation, one after another, large and small flags fell down one after another, and the fleeing in groups began to spread rapidly from back to front in the Northern Army camp.

Then, in contrast to the growth and decline of our morale, it quickly turned into a rout in which the whole team turned around and threw away their armor and scrambled to push and trample.

The so-called "dead friends do not die poor", and the survival rules of "as long as you run better" are vividly shown to us at this special moment.

Most of the Northern Army seems to have completely lost their fighting spirit and confidence, and even the last chance and intention to flee back to the camp and continue to resist the defense has been abandoned.

They went directly around the camp walls in groups, crossed or fell into the horses and trenches that defended against the onslaught, and fled into the distance without looking back.

Looking back, I stood on the lookout again and watched the situation, only to find that there was actually a two-level division of two situations on the battlefield:

Most of the Northern Army, which was routed by our troops head-on, was chasing the North and Central in various ways, and the friendly forces on both flanks, also under the surprise attack of some of the Northern Army, continued to open their legs and continued to collapse unshakenly.

This unbelievable situation made me dumbfounded, and I couldn't speak for a while, and I didn't know how to describe the mood of this kind of grass and mud horse galloping.

It wasn't until the voice of my subordinate asking for the next step that I was awakened back.

"The teaching team is coming,"

"They have taken the camp of the Northern Army and the baggage ......"

"In the midst of extinguishing the fire and consulting the remnants......"

Teaching team? , I rubbed my somewhat stiff face, well, I almost forgot, there is also this unit that is waiting outside, but now it seems that they have given full play to their subjective initiative, and they are actually doing a good job.

Then, I learned about other specific situations,

For example, when the two wings collapsed and the Chinese army was also assaulted, a dispute and disagreement broke out in the direction of attack on whether to quickly return to the reinforcement of the main position, or to take the opportunity to sneak out and attack the empty rear camp because the main force was all out.

In the end, it was Han Liangchen who relied on his identity, suppressed all the voices, pulled hundreds of horses of all lengths and shorts, bypassed the edge of the battlefield, and rushed straight into the camp of the Northern Army with all his might.

The other party didn't react for a while, and then, the soldiers of the teaching team were a little surprised and found that it seemed that because of their strength, almost all of them stayed in the camp were old and weak.

Although these wounded soldiers who stayed in the camp, under the call of a highly prestigious veteran, rushed forward with great efforts, wanting to continue to form a formation and resist stubbornly, but after the volleys of long and short firearms on the horses, plus swords and guns to kill and trample, they were still invincible, and they were defeated and died.

After a few short charges, galloping back and forth several times, all that was left behind was the corpses that trampled on each other all over the ground, or died of serious injuries. However, this partial victory is also a bit of a fluke.

It is said that when they saw that the key points of the camp were already piled with grease and firewood, they were ready to set fire to the tents and baggage. I couldn't help but let out a cold sweat of fear, and it seemed that I was only about to fail......

Then it was to hang the multi-faced, red and purple lightning wind and thunder flags on the camp gate, so that the main force of the Northern Army, which was fighting head-on and facing the enemy, was inevitably affected, and all kinds of formations were in chaos.

At this point, the situation is clear, and all that remains is a small obstacle.

"The pacesetters, the teaching team, the capture team, the car regiment and the rest of the three battalions, continue to pursue alternately forward......"

I gave the order with confidence

"The pro-direct regiment and all the auxiliary brigades, follow me to the rear......"

"Don't care about the wings, take back the camp first......"

"Regardless of the difference between friend and foe, dare to kill in front of ......"

"Lao Tzu wants to cut through the mess quickly and kill ......"