Wang Xiang's number of chargers numbered 3,500, and after being shot away by the crossbowmen with 1,000 archers, there were 2,500 people charging head-on, and the remaining 500 armored spearmen followed him to follow the Ren Du team.

On the front of Wang Huan, there are 1,500 people led by Zu Bian, and 1,500 people on both wings are holding mountain-destroying crossbows and archers to shoot, and the number of people on both sides is basically equal, but when Wang Xiang's biggest reliance on cavalry is destroyed, both sides are foot soldiers.

To tell the truth, the battle was like this, it was very unexpected, Wang Xiang's tactics were no problem, if the other party was Zhang Xianzhong's men and horses, maybe the battle would have ended at this time, five thousand against three thousand, he still had bird commanders and cavalry, the other party was all foot soldiers with spears, how did he end up in this step? Wang Xiang hasn't figured it out yet.

It seems that first a burst of crossbow arrows was fired wildly, and then there was an inexplicable explosion, and his most powerful lethal class and the most fierce assault class were gone, and the confusion was gone.

Wang Xiang didn't want to think about it anymore, he just wanted to be like a martial artist, carrying a big knife to cut off the heads of the stone pillar barbarians one by one, he was always stronger than fighting, after all, they were all old pawns, how many battles had the stone pillar barbarians fought? Will you tremble when you see blood?

Several of his personal soldiers, sweating profusely with their upper bodies, beat the cowhide drum with a thick wooden mallet, and used the sound of war drums faster than one to stimulate the consciousness of the soldiers.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The foot soldiers roared, blushing and sprinting in huge steps, less than thirty paces, and the spears and spears that were a foot long were almost pressed against the opponent's more exaggerated giant horse rejection spears, and the collision of blood and iron was about to begin.

Zu Bian stretched out his hand to pull out the feather arrow on his shoulder, spat viciously, and then howled out a word: "Throw!" ”

The captains chimed in in unison: "Throw! ”

The white-robed soldiers in the third row bent down and stretched out their arms, and at the same time said in unison: "Throw!" One by one, the sparkling fuses came out of their hands, and the sparkling fuses were like twinkling stars, and a puff of smoke fell at Wang Xiangjun's feet on the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

Another 500 extinguishing bombs exploded en masse, and the sky collapsed like a volcanic explosion, and Wang Xiang, who was more than ten steps behind, witnessed a display of yellow gunpowder.

The flames and dirt that burst out in an instant enveloped the array of more than 2,000 people, and many of them turned into minced flesh before they could scream, and the wounded who had been pierced by iron nails flew into the sky, howling and falling down, and the explosion was only in the blink of an eye, leaving a field of flesh and blood.

The loud sound of the explosion made the living deaf and inaudible as if there was a big gong banging beside them.

Wang Xiang's horse was frightened, and the man stood up, almost knocking him down, and it took him great strength to hold the reins, and he turned a few circles to forcibly control the horse.

His five hundred armor soldiers stopped at the same time, looked at each other, and did not dare to move forward in shock and fear.

"Junmen, didn't the barbarians also plant explosives on the front?" A general ran over with a face covered in dirt and shouted with a blank face.

"That's not right! Explosives that barbarians could not have planted. Wang Xiang could see from the shape of his mouth what he was shouting, but Wang Xiang followed behind the foot soldier and saw very clearly that the explosion did not come from the ground, but the stone pillar soldiers threw a batch of strange bamboo tubes, but those bamboo tubes looked no more than a foot long, but the size of the pen barrel, how could it be so violent, it was comparable to the bombardment of cannons.

The battlefield was silent for a moment, except for the low moans of some of the wounded.

The black smoke of gunpowder flew into the air, and soon a messy battlefield was revealed, and the dense charging team of 2,500 people was gone, and not even a single person could stand, and among the corpses with missing hands and feet, the wounded were crawling on the ground, crying and screaming.

Wang Xiang's last glimmer of hope was trampled at the feet of the Kuizhou soldiers, and in less than half an hour of fighting, the 5,000 Qi barracks were annihilated to the point that there was not much left, while the Kuizhou soldiers were only more than 100 killed and wounded, this exchange was too tragic to be accepted.

In particular, the tactics of the Kuizhou soldiers were unheard of, and nearly 5,000 people were defeated by standing still, except for more than half of the 1,000 archers, the rest were left with 500 armored pikemen.

Wang Xiang had forgotten his annoyance, and stared blankly at the corpse after the smoke cleared, the huge long knife hanging weakly at his side, as lifeless as his master.

The five hundred armor soldiers, like people who have lost their souls, also stood in place in a daze, hugging Wang Xiang, at a loss.

The pro-soldiers who beat the drum were several big men, and at this time the drum stopped beating, standing on the high drum stand with round eyes, I don't know whether they were stunned by the explosion, or stunned by the corpses of the soldiers who died tragically.

Five hundred stood in silence.

The archers, who had already retreated far from each other, began to turn around and flee for their lives.

The short calm was soon broken by a burst of shouts and footsteps, and the wings of the Kuizhou soldiers were spread, and the white soldiers in white robes surrounded them from both sides, looking at the posture, it was to surround Wang Xiang and his five hundred soldiers.

Wang Huan's dozens of only cavalry also rode their horses to make a detour from the left flank to block Wang Xiang's back road.

Wang Xiang's ears were still buzzing, and his mind was blank, how could this battle be fought? He didn't know anymore.

The faithful guard tugged at his horse's head, shouted eagerly, and in spite of his reaction, struck his horse backwards with all his might, and no one would survive unless he fled.

The Kuizhou soldiers in front shouted the trumpet, and they moved their steps neatly, stepping over the flesh and blood of the ground, and pressing up against the five hundred armored spearmen who formed a small phalanx.

If they don't run at this time, they can definitely be called strong soldiers, and those who dare to attack in the face of the encirclement of 3,000 people are all dead soldiers, but it is obvious that Wang Xiang's family is not a dead soldier.

I don't know who was the first to react, and with a shout, he dropped his spear and turned around and ran, and the people next to him immediately came to their senses, turned their heads and followed, and the five hundred people were like chickens chased by wolves, swarming towards the road that came.

Wang Xiang was protected by the soldiers beating his horse, wrapped in the defeat and galloping, suddenly still in a dream, a little confused in his eyes, as if he was still reminiscing about the inexplicable battle just now.

The foot soldiers without horses did not run so fast, and the double armor worn on the body was supposed to be a life-saving barrier, but at this time it became a drag on the outlaws, and the Kuizhou soldiers wearing light rattan armor were as fierce as tigers, and they caught up with the armor soldiers in their vests in a few big strides, and poked forward with the ash pole spear in their hands.

The ash pole spear has a sharp blade, and the horizontal iron hook can be cut and sharpened, poking and hooking, slashing between the neck without armor protection, wiping the neck, Wang Xiang's soldiers covered the wound of blood spraying wildly, and there was a sound of "hehe" in his mouth, and his hands were weakly grasped in the air, and then he fell to the ground and died.

Occasionally, a few desperate soldiers turned around and tried to kill one to make a profit, but they were poked to the ground by several spears stabbed at the same time, and the iron rings at the end of the guns fell one after another, killing them in a moment.

Zu Bian and other former military rejection rifles, the body of the gun is huge and long like a beam, it is too cumbersome to hold the pursuit, simply abandon it, pick up the mountain destroying crossbow, while chasing, while aiming at the person's vest to shoot, as long as the distance is within twenty steps, the chain mail can not resist the penetration of the crossbow, once shot, a person will be left behind, either dead or wounded.

The five hundred armor soldiers were chased and killed, and only a few of them ran fast and early when they saw the opportunity, and they ran into the woods when the robe behind them was a substitute for the dead ghost.

Wang Xiang could not escape into the forest under the escort of more than 30 horseback soldiers, so he had to run along the official road, fortunately their horses were fast, and the Kuizhou soldiers on foot could not catch up.

At this time, Wang Xiang had already come back to his senses, the fear of death had overcome the frustration of defeat, and he was desperately whipping the horse's buttocks, just trying to flee for his life quickly.

The distance was getting bigger and bigger, and he was about to break away from the chasing soldiers in Kuizhou, but Wang Xiang's eyes contracted suddenly, and he saw a row of white-robed soldiers on horseback waiting in front of him.

These people are the Kuizhou cavalry he called Chicks, and at this time they were immediately in front, blocking the way, destroying the mountain crossbow with their hands, and facing him quietly.

More than 30 people were in a panic, and after seeing clearly that the cavalry blocking the road was only nearly fifty horsemen, they calmed down a little, and the ferocity of licking blood from the knife edge came up, and Wang Xiang's eyes regained a bit of violent brilliance.

"Rush over and kill them!" Wang Xiang lifted the huge long knife, from the beginning to the end of this battle, he only used the long knife to cut one of his own people, the nest was extremely bad, and he finally found a hand-to-hand combat object who could wield his strengths in anger, and his courage suddenly became stronger: "Only by breaking through the past can you live, kill with me!" ”

The pro-soldiers drew their swords and spears one after another, followed behind Wang Xiang with a loud shout, and kicked the horse's belly violently, like an arrow off the string, and galloped up.

The white-robed soldiers remained still, sitting on their horses without fear, carefully looking at the charging cavalry, and pulling the crossbow machine.

Arrows are like flying locusts, and people are like pieces of paper.

A few cavalrymen were very clever, and ran to both sides of the air, avoiding the rain of arrows, and desperately beat their horses away, escaping a way out.

Wang Xiang was hit by more than a dozen arrows at the same time, who told him to rush to be the first?

His horse fell to the ground with a grief, and rolled to death, his sword out of his hand, and stuck in the mud with the record of cutting off one of his own men without cutting an enemy.

And his body was crushed under the horse, one foot was in the stirrup, he could not be withdrawn, his eyes were wide open, his body twitched for a long time, and he died.