The formation of the three armies has been completed, Dai Shan shook off his mother-in-law's Mang Gurtai, rode a war horse and rushed to the silent army of minions, facing the North Korean minions who were a little sluggish, in their eyes, what they saw was fear and hesitation. "Nature".2.

Yes, they have an inexplicable sense of superiority in the face of other Han people, and they have cruelty and ferocity that appear from their bones, but in front of Lu Hanqiang, they have shown their cringe and deference to the strong in their bones.

Dai Shan knew this mentality, but he knew how to boost their morale, so he rode on his horse and yelled at these dog minions: "Dog minions, now I have decided that in the battle that is about to face Lu Hanqiang, as long as you take back the head of a Ming dog, I will raise the flag for him and make him the real master." "Only this promise caused the three armies of slaves to cheer and thunder, raising the flag, that is to say, in the future, you can also be a master in a dignified manner, instead of being a slave, you can also have wealth, you can have a slave, you can be a master, how can you not let people cheer and thunder?

Looking at the army of minions who were puffed up by himself, Dai Shanzhi roared proudly, "Come on, open the camp gate and rush out of the camp to fight Lu Hanqiang." ”

As the camp gates opened one by one, countless red-eyed minions couldn't wait for the masters who led the team to straighten out the formation, and with an earth-shattering shout, they rushed out like a swarm, which simply made Dai Shanqi jump to his feet.

But it was useless to jump feet, and the war began like that.

Looking at the open gate of the Houjin camp, the army of tens of thousands of screaming minions swarming out of the gate, looking at the momentum is simply inexplicable, Lu Hanqiang really doesn't understand, how can being a slave be so addictive? Could it be that the slave is honorable?

Seeing this, Wang Dazhuo, who relied on the city wall array, saw the tens of thousands of minions rushing out, and couldn't help sneering in his heart, such a battle he had fought at the beginning, when he faced two thousand Gao Yingxiang's cavalry with 1ooo spearmen, and finally Gao Yingxiang's 1ooo cavalry was completely annihilated in front of him, this is confidence. Now, for the minions of the infantry, Wang Dazhuang is fully confident that he can use his 5,000 brothers against the army of 20,000 minions, and give him absolute lethality, especially on the high city wall, and 3,000 archers as his backing, Wang Dazhuang smiled and said to the deputy next to him: "Okay, let's carry out a massacre." ”

The minions, who were red-eyed by the promise of raising the flag, their blood had been completely burned, and they howled and did not even form a real queue, so they directly pounced on Wang Dazhuang's five thousand spearmen under the city.

Wang Dazhuang welcomed such a chaotic army, and then ordered the squadron leader beside him to "beat the drum and start the war." ”

The waist drums on the waists of the captains of each squad remembered the drums like a rainstorm, and such a tight drum beat was to tell his subordinates and brothers to cheer up and the battle began. Then, with the 5,000 spearmen shouting together: "Fight to the death for the father and the elder behind you, kill." "Five thousand spearmen, lined up in five columns, erected a forest of guns, and showed their unswerving determination to fight to the death in the face of the overwhelming Manchu slave soldiers.

This was indeed a massacre, because the minions who were not lined up at all, so they brandished their swords and guns and pounced directly on the hedgehog formation formed by the army of five thousand.

These blood-red minions, whose eyes were red and blood-red who were stimulated by the flag, actually rushed directly to the Ming army's big array, and when Lu Hanqiang, who was standing at the head of the city, saw this, he laughed at the time, and shouted at the two thousand longbowmen behind him, "Target, 35o steps, put." ”

Immediately, two thousand archers raised their longbows and shot huge clusters of arrows into the sky, and the clusters of arrows with death and whistling rushed into the sky, and when they reached the highest point, they turned around and pounced on the earth, and immediately put down the army of minions that rushed up under the blow of two thousand javelins, and then the huge cluster of arrows continued to rise and fall in the air, drowning the army of minions that were advancing bravely.

Ten rounds of arrows were over, and the longbowmen needed a brief recovery, so they retreated neatly, shaking their arms as hard as they could, preparing for the next massacre as quickly as possible.

Lu Hanqiang yelled again: "Bed crossbow explosives pack." ”

Immediately, a hundred modified bed crossbows roared and threw the explosives bags carried on the javelins into the army of minions that were pressed up by the black pressure, and an earth-shattering loud bang exploded in the sea of people, and the smoke and fire flew in the sea of people like a torrent of beasts, tearing all the lives and ** it could meet, forming a flesh and blood purgatory in the distant crowd.

The bed crossbow began to be wound, and at this time, Lu Hanqiang shouted excitedly again: "Tiger Venerable shoots." ”

The Ming Dynasty mortar Huzun cannon, which had been on standby for a long time, began to spit out projectiles one after another, these fiery projectiles roared, with the breath of death into the army of Manchu minions, each projectile landed and bounced again and again again and again until it was exhausted, and they all rushed through a flesh alley in the sea of people, and the stumps and broken arms were all over the place.

The Tiger Venerable began to reload, and the longbow was powerful again.

It's a near-perfect killing machine, synergizing with each other, wielding the power of each weapon and making up for the lack of each weapon.

But even such a blow still could not stop the advance of the army of minions, they sacrificed their lives to break through this land of death, and pounced on Wang Dazhuang's 5,000 spearmen in front of the city, in their eyes, the head of the Ming army, is the cornerstone of becoming their master.

However, these minions in front of the rigorously trained 5,000 spearmen, they are simply sent to death, with a monotonous and firm waist drum, endless cycles of spears, constantly stabbing out and retracting, retracting and stabbing, row after row, piece by piece of Korean minions were killed in front of the battle, blood began to flow, life began to fade, corpses began to pile up, only in just half an hour, in front of these five thousand gun battles, the corpses of North Korean minions have been piled up, but there are still red-eyed minions, Still desperately crawled over the wall of human flesh piled up with corpses, howling and blood-red eyes, trying to open a gap in the gun forest and cut off the heads of one or two Ming soldiers in exchange for the capital to carry the flag.

But unfortunately, this gun formation is as tight as an iron bucket, and they can't do anything at all.

And at this time, Dai Shan, who had just rushed out of the camp, was already furious, because he really didn't expect that his promise to raise the flag would cause such an uncontrollable effect, so that these minions would rush forward in spite of the military law and military orders, and rush forward without hesitation, only in a short period of time, Dai Shan estimated that under Lu Hanqiang's serial blows and the slaughter of the gun array, at least five thousand minions had died in front of the gun-piercing array, and the effect achieved was simply minimal.