The general swallowed a mouthful of saliva, slowed down under his feet, although he was reckless, but not stupid, as a veteran who survived countless battles, he could tell at a glance that the gun array in front of him was like a white wave, which could not be shaken by the courage of a horseman.

A brave warrior can kill all sides in a melee, a hero is fearless, a hundred such dead soldiers can crush the enemy army of a thousand people, provided that the other party's thousand people are not a whole, but only a thousand people.

Many armies in the Ming Dynasty are like this, lack of organization, no discipline, go into battle and swarm bees, fighting is all based on the number of people, the more people are powerful, and the few people are fleeing, chaotic like chickens and ducks being driven away, without the strict formation of the army, even if it is the size of 10,000 people, it is only 10,000 people, not the whole clenched into a fist.

To put it mildly, it was 10,000 hooligans fighting in groups.

This general was originally a homeless person, forced to join Zhang Xianzhong's team due to hunger and cold, and his accumulated military merits were promoted to general, and he traveled to several provinces with the peasant army, and fought more than 100 battles with the Ming army, and had already seen through the erosion of the Ming army, and planted a profound influence in his mind: the original military master who was high above was just a group of cowards who bullied the weak and feared the hard, as long as they could be more horizontal than them, they could defeat them.

But the Kuizhou army that pressed over at this moment was obviously different from the Ming army under his influence, and he couldn't say why, so he instinctively slowed down his pace, and let the fanatical soldiers of the Great Western Army pass past him and hide himself in the sea of people.

After all, most of the officers and soldiers of the Great Western Army were unaware of it, maintaining a wild running degree, roaring and rushing forward, all kinds of weapons waved in their hands, raising a cold light of steel.

Editor-in-chief, you rode his horse and walked slowly in the center of the three conical spear formations in this formation, and there were more than a dozen horseback guards following him, among them two fat guards, carrying two huge horns, and Zu Bian had already pulled down the mask of the iron helmet on his head, and through the reserved eyeholes on the mask, he looked coldly at the Great Western Army that was getting closer and closer, like a beast.

"Stop!"

When the distance between the two armies was drastically reduced to less than seventy in a short period of time, and the space that was supposed to be hundreds of steps was compressed to less than seventy steps in a short period of time, Zu Bian shouted an order.

The two fat trumpeters quickly put the horns to their mouths and blew the horns.

"Woo~~~!!"

The sound of a trumpet was long and low, overpowering some of the noises, and even the deafening sound of cowhide drums could not compete with it.

Hearing the sound of the trumpet, the two huge gun arrays stopped at the same time, under the green and cyan flags, all the soldiers of the Kuizhou Army put down their spears in their hands, took off the mountain-destroying crossbow at their waists, pulled the string and pointed to the sky, the flat-ended crossbow in the first row, and the one in the back pointed obliquely at a 45-degree projectile angle, ready to wait.

At the same time, the archers of the Great Western Army, who had already entered the firing range, also bent their bows and arrows, stood still and pointed diagonally upward, and the former army commander who ran behind with the bows and arrows was waving his long knives and shouting: "Shoot!" Shoot! Shoot! Be careful not to shoot your own people! ”

Hundreds of archers armed with bows and arrows of various colors, including foot bows, riding bows, and even hunting bows, probably aimed at the direction of the Kuizhou army, loosened the strings, and shot a branch of feather arrows into the sky.

If the arrows of the Great Western Army are a piece of rain, then what rises from the Kuizhou Army is a sea!

Wu Yang's crossbow arrows were shot one after another, and they shot out at the same time as Zu Bian and Li Tingyu roared louder than the horns, and flew over against the charging Great Western Army and the feathered arrows of the Great Western Army.

Because the arrows were so dense, some of the arrows on both sides even collided in the air, interfered with each other, and fell to the ground.

The arrows of the Great Western Army, some fell in the air, some shot to the side, most of them were shot into the dense Kuizhou army, the arrows shot on the human body were blocked by the thick fire cloth and rattan armor, basically impenetrable, only some arrows shot on the head, caused casualties, the feather arrows penetrated the fire cloth wrapped in the heads of the soldiers, straight into the skull, and the person who was shot immediately fell to the ground.

But the people around them turned a blind eye, their daily training has long been a stereotype, as long as they do not fall, they will continue to fight according to the order, and the officers instill a concept day after day: your comrades are dead, you are not dead, if you want to live, you have to copy the guy and continue to do it!

The white-robed soldier mechanically pulled the trigger of the mountain-destroying crossbow one after another, and the crossbow arrows in the quiver box shot out quickly, and their density and degree were far beyond the comparison of the archers on the opposite side.

Four thousand mountain-destroying crossbows, in just a few breaths, shot 40,000 crossbow arrows, like machine guns in the era of cold weapons, swishing over the entire battlefield.

What can a person without armor do in the face of such a dense rain of arrows except to become a hedgehog?

A part of the crossbow arrows crossed the distance of fifty steps between the front army of the Great Western Army and the Chinese army, and flew into the middle of the Chinese army, causing a panic, except for Liu Jinzhong's two thousand ironclad family members, the rest of the people were basically dressed in cloth, and when they encountered the crossbow arrows, they were either killed or injured.

Liu Jinzhong watched in a daze as the 3,000 people of the former army turned into dead bodies all over the ground in the rain of arrows, and almost forgot to give the next order.

It's too fast, just a moment, his front army is gone, although it is some miscellaneous soldiers, but it also has combat power, and it can also fight in the face of the regular Ming army, but it is gone.

"Dudu, the Ming army's crossbow arrows are too fierce! Brothers can't stand it! The former commander ran back with a pale face, he was wearing a set of armor, and on the shoulders of the armor-swallowing beast, there were also two trembling crossbow arrows, fortunately the armor-swallowing beast was made of pig iron, and the crossbow arrows did not shoot through.

Liu Jinzhong didn't say a word, his eyes were full of fear, what to do next, he lost his claim in a hurry.

The front army was gone, the Chinese army and the left and right armies faced each other directly to the Kuizhou army, the triangular battle formations, actually began to move again, the white-robed soldiers put away their crossbows, picked up their spears, and slowly approached the Great Western Army again.

"Attack!" Zu Bian was in high spirits, clenched the spear in his hand, shouted loudly and waved the front finger of the gun, the drum beat that had stopped briefly due to the crossbow shooting just now sounded rapidly, and it was even more urgent, and several cones of guns changed from stepping to trotting with the rhythm of the drum.

"Governor, the Ming army is here!" A lieutenant general approached Liu Jinzhong and reminded in a low voice: "What to do, come up with an idea." ”

Liu Jinzhong woke up from confusion, his eyes flashed, and he said hatefully: "Don't be afraid, although the crossbow of the Ming army is fierce, now it takes the initiative to rush forward, and if you rush up, you can't shoot arrows, and you can't use crossbows." There are many of us, and we will not lose to them in a head-on confrontation. ”

He gritted his teeth: "Order the left and right armies to guerrilla, move closer to the Chinese army, change the three-fold formation into a phalanx, and hedge against the Ming army!" A thousand cavalry in the rear formation, still bypassing from the right flank, rushing to his left flank, the Ming army is all foot soldiers, as soon as they rush away, as long as they defeat his side, our army will win a complete victory! ”

If the adjutant general gets the treasure, he immediately asks the herald to convey Liu Jinzhong's order.

But it was too late, and before the horses that ordered the pro-soldiers arrived at the place, the Kuizhou army had already rushed over.

The six pointed cone-shaped gun formations were arranged in the shape of "Pin", forming two larger gun formations, which respectively rushed into the left and right armies of the Great Western Army.

The spears that were two feet long, like thorns in the forest, did not give the soldiers of the Great Western Army any chance at all, stabbed out in rows, retracted in rows, stretched and shrunk, countless soldiers of the Great West screamed to the ground, the spears were too long, and the weapons in the hands of the soldiers of the Great Western Army could hardly touch each other, and they were stabbed into a sieve.

A brave dead soldier, with red eyes, desperately forward, roared and ran before jumping up, holding the weapon in his hand high, descending from the sky with the posture of splitting Huashan, staring at the tall white-robed centurion at the top of the gun array, wanting to cut him in half.

The centurion didn't raise his head, but only cared about stabbing the spear in his hand fiercely, bringing up a cloud of blood mist, and then withdrawing it and stabbing it out again.

When the dead man jumped to the highest point, from the position of the third row behind the centurion, suddenly stretched out two spears, nailed him firmly to the blade of the gun, the horizontal fork on the blade of the gun framed his body, so that he would not slide down the body of the gun, the dead man unwillingly puffed out his eyes, his mouth opened and closed, as if shouting something, but no sound came out, the two white-robed soldiers who copied the gun, then shook the body of the gun, threw his body away, and threw it on the ground like a ball of dead meat.

This is the power of the gun array, the long gun body makes the Great Western Army holding ordinary weapons unable to get close, the real touch of the death, the touch of the death, six gun formations, like six sharp blades, chopping waves in the left and right of the Great Western Army in the formation of a penetrated one, less than half an hour, two two thousand army formations, that is, into a rout of the stragglers, vanished.