The Japanese slaves are still the same, obviously going out in groups, but in practice, they still uphold the dirty intention of excluding dissidents and weakening their companions.

The latest wave of thousands of Japanese slaves rushing up are simply cannon fodder, and there is no need to say much about weapons and equipment, even if they run up, they may fall at any time, so that the Ming army knows that these people are old, weak, sick and disabled.

Zhu Hou lost interest after watching for a while, and turned to look at the many strong men on the mountain.

Casually estimating the number of heads, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help laughing, he really didn't see that the Japanese slaves also had the wisdom of a false soldier. It is ridiculous that only 60,000 people dare to play the title of 100,000 troops.

Most of the teams that were rescued from the valley suffered heavy losses, except for the chariot team, which suffered almost nothing, except for the shocking marks of swords and chiselings on the walls of the chariots, only the huge loss of three or five mules.

But in that battle to defend the position, on the contrary, it was the chariot troops who killed the most, almost 360 degrees of fire suppression, both close and long-range attacks, blocking the front of the position and killing the Japanese slaves with blood. It was because of them that the remnants of Zhao Dezhu's troops survived for so long.

Zhao Dezhu was lucky, more than 200 people were almost killed in that counter-charge, but he, who had been rushing to the forefront, was stocked, and I have to say that the fierce man has his own heavenly protection.

At this time, he reluctantly came out and stood behind Zhu Houzhao, with an unlucky look.

Seeing that his general's gaze had been roaming the mountain, he also subconsciously glanced at it. The dense turns, all the slaves on the mountain, the flags flying, the drums shaking the sky, and the chaotic roars and shouts are also quite imposing. But no one wanted to come down the mountain to help the brothers.

After looking at it for a while, Zhao Dezhu suddenly said softly: "Hey, it's not right!" ”

Zhu Houzhao turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Zhao Dezhu was silent for a while, and seemed to estimate the number of Japanese slaves on the mountain again before replying: "My subordinates don't know much, but it seems that there is something wrong with the number of Japanese slaves, although there are a lot of them, but they are far from reaching the level of 100,000 people." ”

Zhu Houzhao laughed: "It's just a bluff." ”

Zhao Dezhu shook his head and said with great certainty: "At the beginning, my subordinates caught some Japanese slaves, and after careful torture, I knew that there were indeed many of them, even if there were not 100,000, it would not be far away. ”

In the face of Zhao Dezhu's oath, Zhu Houzhao still maintained an attitude of disbelief. In Zhu Houzhao's memory, the Japanese slaves did not have so many troops at all.

Even if it was an expedition to the Korean Peninsula after reunification, the entire Japanese island would be squeezed out of 150,000 troops. What's more, at the beginning of the Warring States Period, there were probably more private people than living people.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden shout from the rear of the Ming army's camp, as well as a huge explosion.

Zhu Houzhao looked back, and now a large number of Japanese slaves appeared out of nowhere in the camp in the rear formation, rushing around and accidentally igniting a small arsenal of the Ming army.

The Japanese slaves and Ming troops within ten meters of the surrounding area were almost indistinguishable from each other, and all of them were engulfed in flames, and stumps and broken arms flew everywhere.

Since then, the Ming army, which had been fine for a while, calmly shooting the Japanese slaves, suddenly became a little flustered, and even some people had the intention of retreating.

There is no way to do this, because the logistics area is the key point of an army, but it is also very fragile, and once it is attacked, the blow to the army is basically fatal.

Zhu Houzhao's heart was so moved that he almost couldn't hold it. At this point, he had to take a gamble.

The bet is the biggest difference between the new-style army and the cold-weapon army, and the bet is that the training methods of the new-style army can make Zhu Houzhao's army have a new temperament. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, he will never frown and absolutely obey the order.

To a certain extent, the Red Army of later generations is no different from the officers and men of the Shenji Battalion under Zhu Houzhao, with similar weapons and equipment, and similar health conditions. Even in terms of physical strength, the soldiers under Zhu Houzhao still have a great advantage, after all, they all grew up eating meat.

Hundreds of years later, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army could fight against the Japanese slaves with millet plus rifles, and a company of troops could hold off each other for several hours. There is no reason why his well-armed army with excellent weapons will be defeated by this situation.

Ordered the former army officers and soldiers to continue to fight against the Japanese slaves on the opposite side, and let Zhao Dezhu defend it to the death. He himself flew towards the rear with the Warlord.

There were more than 5,000 soldiers of the Ming army who fought in formation in the front, and all kinds of light and heavy weapons were well coordinated. Even if the Japanese slaves on the mountain have begun to take the opportunity to attack downward, Zhu Houzhao has reason to believe that their position will not be lost for a while.

With a hundred and ten guards troops, he flew to the rear camp. Before he got to the place, the guards behind him let go of their voices and shouted.

Zhu Houzhao's order was spread far and wide among the chaotic army.

Calm, huddle.

It's simple, and it's brutal.

The arrival of Zhu Houzhao's handsome banner gave the Ming army soldiers unlimited courage, and the Zhuzi banner was waved in the wind, coupled with Zhu Houzhao's brief order, and large and small groups of resistance were formed in a short period of time.

Thirty or fifty people gathered together and used the fire guns in their hands and various throwing weapons to deal a cruel blow to the attacking Japanese slaves.

However, this did not stop the appearance of the Japanese slaves, and a steady stream of Japanese slaves poured out like ghosts, from behind the bushes and behind the rocks.

God knows where they hid so many Japanese slaves, and now at a cursory glance there are more than 5,000 people.

The shouts of killing in the rear camp shook the sky, and the team of nearly 10,000 people was torn apart by the impact of the Japanese slaves, and many soldiers of the Shenji Battalion were stabbed to the ground by the cold knives of the Japanese slaves before they could distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

However, there are still a few larger teams that are constantly absorbing the scattered soldiers of the past, forming a formation to fight against the Japanese slaves. Seeing that they couldn't escape, many Ming soldiers chose to turn around and hug the Japanese slaves, leading them to another world after an explosion.

Zhu Houzhao's face was solemn, and he could see that although the current army was much better than the Ming army ten years ago, it was still far from enough to say that it could reach the level of later generations.

With his own handsome flag, Zhu Houzhao slashed and rushed all the way, and the cavalry of one hundred and ten people was very distinct in the chaotic army, so that the Ming army automatically moved closer to this side, obviously with unparalleled centripetal force.

The handsome flag does not fall, and the Ming army does not disperse.

The raid on the Japanese slaves seems to have reached their maximum, and they are no longer a situation where they can be seen everywhere, but have formed gangs, which are specially aimed at the ammunition depots heavily defended by the Ming army, as if they want to destroy all the military supplies of the Ming army in one go.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't let them succeed, and immediately hurried over under the escort of his own guards.

But in the middle of running, suddenly the horse's hooves were light, and the whole person had the feeling of weightlessness in that 0.01 second.

(Tianjin)