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Different from the really wide and tall city, at this time, the Houjin army jumped down from the earthen wall, which belonged to the high place and the low place.

At such a time, how dare Li Yuanqing slack off for half a point?

With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Spearmen go up!" Destroy them! ”

The pikemen in front had been preparing for a long time, and as soon as they heard Li Yuanqing's order in the rear, they were in a neat row under the command of their respective commanders, and rushed towards these Tartars like the wind.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! ”

I don't know who shouted the first one, and the pikemen who rushed up almost without thinking about it, shouted like madness, raised their shiny spears, and stabbed straight at these tartars.

At this time, the pikemen were about 40 paces away from the earthen wall.

The reason why Li Yuanqing set aside this distance was firstly so that the bird-fired soldiers could retreat smoothly, and secondly, 40 steps could also make the pikemen completely sprint up and maximize the power of assassination.

But these Tartars who were the first to rush into the earthen wall were by no means general, most of them were the bravest and bravest warriors of all banners and bulls.

The pikemen of the Immortal Battalion have long been famous, and they are also well prepared.

"Don't be fucking stupid! Javelins and throwing axes are waiting! Don't let them rush over! ”

A tall Bashiku was the first to react, shouted, and took the lead in pulling out the flying axe pinned to his waist, and smashed it viciously towards the middle of the row of Ming army pikemen.

The other Tartars also reacted, and smashed their throwing axes, short javelins, and all kinds of hidden weapons viciously at the pikemen of the Ming army.

For a time, the heavy short-range weapons that were more terrifying than the rain of arrows, like a dense swarm of flying locusts, flew in front of the Ming army's pikemen.

At such a close distance, even if these tartars do not reach their maximum throwing power, their damage is extraordinary.

In an instant, fifty or sixty pikemen fell in the queue.

Fortunately, all pikemen soldiers have elite elite armor to protect themselves, with breastplates on their chests, shoulder pads, elbow pads on their elbows, bracers on their wrists, and an eight-edged iron helmet on their heads.

But Rao is like this, the original side-by-shoulder, neatly arranged pikemen, or a lot of gaps were opened in an instant.

Even, a few general flags and armor commanders were also recruited and fell behind the queue.

"Oh! My God! This, these lowly barbarians, they, they deserve to go to hell! ”

Next to Li Yuanqing, Joseph covered his mouth hard like a girl, and his eyes were full of horror.

Beside him, Thomas and Robert were also terrified, and they were at a loss for what to do.

After the shelling ended, they hurried to Li Yuanqing's side as soon as possible.

These white-haired ghosts of dog days, the cashier work can barely be said, but they are on the high platform, and their vision is clearer.

At this time, the Houjin army has almost launched a general attack, how can these dog-like foreign devils stay on the high platform with peace of mind and put themselves in danger?

They are not stupid, Li Yuanqing is surrounded by guards and elite soldiers, so it is naturally the safest place.

Li Yuanqing's brows also furrowed tightly.

At this time, he was located on the south side of the ditch he had dug earlier, and a mound of earth of about fifty or sixty centimeters had been piled up to prevent the river from spreading.

Standing on this mound of earth, coupled with Li Yuanqing's tall stature, he could see everything in front of him.

Of course, the soldiers around him did not dare to neglect Li Yuanqing's safety in the slightest.

In front of Li Yuanqing, Niu Gensheng led the human feet to line up three rows of human shields, and at the front were sword and shield soldiers, firmly holding up the shield to prevent Li Yuanqing from being injured by the loss.

In the past, the pikemen's offensive relied on the tall and generous advantages of the city, once the pikemen attacked, these Houjin troops were difficult to organize an effective attack due to the bitterness of the terrain, and could only be slaughtered by the sons.

But at this time, the space in front of them is large enough, and they have a greater place to use, and they can fully play their best side.

Li Yuanqing seems to have returned to the scene when he was on the beach battlefield on the west side of Yangguan Fort, and he was hard from the lowlands to the scene when the Golden Cavalry was rear.

In this battle, casualties are inevitable!

But at this time, the Ming army still occupied a certain geographical advantage.

The most critical thing is the time difference, due to the barrier of the earthen wall, although the main forces of Houjin are many and the combat power is fierce, they cannot completely rush over at the first time.

And this small gap is the biggest opportunity for the Immortal Camp!

They must slaughter all the Tartars that rush in in this little gap!

At this time, although the situation is chaotic, the overall situation remains stable, and at this moment, Li Yuanqing can only choose to believe in his sons.

On weekdays, the drill specifications of the spearmen of the Changsheng Battalion are unimaginably harsh, and the officers, under the guidance of Li Yuanqing, are also brain-opening, simulating countless times how to deal with various difficulties.

Raise soldiers for a thousand days, use soldiers for a while!

This is the army built by Li Yuanqing himself, and it is also his greatest confidence!

At this time, after the Tartars in front discarded a round of short-handed hidden weapons, they took out their respective blades one after another, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the Ming army's pikemen.

This round of attacks with short-handed weapons also gave them great confidence.

What Immortal Camp?

What pikemen?

Isn't it any different from the Ming army they encountered in the past? That is, the queue is a little neater.

But the queue is neat, can it be eaten as a meal?

The tall Bashiku who shouted just now took the lead, holding a mace that was almost a person high, and smashed it towards the Ming army's pikemen.

He is the elite of the yellow flag, the old slave's personal guard slave, against the Ming army, he already has a lot of experience.

He had also heard about the defeat of the Jin Army against the Changsheng Camp before and after.

According to his analysis, the arrangement of the Ming army's pikemen was neat, but it was not invincible.

The most important thing is that the space of the Houjin warriors during the siege is too narrow to be fully deployed.

When he first rushed down the earthen wall, he actually had some jealousy in his heart, afraid that there would be endless terrible traps inside.

But after a glance at the situation, he found that the Ming army actually left a gap behind the earthen wall, how could he be lazy?

Especially his huge mace, the head of the stick is full of dense spikes, as long as it touches someone, it will either be killed or injured, which is the most suitable for impacting the neat queue of the Ming army.

"Hahaha! You lowly dogs, go to death! ”

This Bashiku sneered and rushed forward, he seemed to have seen that he had to go down with this stick, there must be at least five or six Ming dogs, going to see the king of Hades.

At this point, it's as if Mars is about to hit the Earth, and the distance between the two sides is less than ten steps.

Although the round of javelins and throwing axes of the Houjin army caused fifty or sixty casualties to the pikemen, the harsh drills on weekdays and the shouts that the officers were most familiar with made the pikemen not confused.

"Stab ----- right!"

Just before the two sides were about to touch, the password that was most familiar to all the sons and daughters sounded instantly.

There were three men in a row, nearly four hundred pikemen, all of whom instinctively tilted their spears to the right, and the wind rushed towards the Tartars in front of them.

"Die! Dog Tartar! ”

I don't know who it is, so I suddenly shouted.

The next moment, Mars and the earth collided violently, and the bright red Ming army torrent, and the yellow, red, white, and blue colored Houjin army torrent collided violently together in an instant.

The tall Bashiku was extremely brave, and just as he had predicted, he smashed his big stick down on the head of a Ming pikeman who rushed forward with a low roar.

Even if this Ming army pikeman has an iron helmet to protect him, but only listen to the 'click', although the spike of the mace did not directly penetrate the iron helmet of the Ming army pikeman, but this Bashi Ku Ming, he has already smashed the head of this Ming army spear.

He couldn't help but want to laugh and vent the evil fire in his heart, but before he could laugh, he suddenly found that this head was probably a spearman of the Ming army who had been shattered, and he was looking at him with a cruel smile, and he didn't even blink an eye to death.

"Despicable Ming dog, dare to look at your grandfather?"

This Bashiku couldn't help but take a sip fiercely, and just wanted to push away this lowly Ming army pikeman, but suddenly found that an unspeakable pain in his side chest and abdomen suddenly surged up.

In an instant, the pain was doubled.

Immediately after that, two, three, four......

Before he could understand what was going on, he suddenly felt that the consciousness in his mind began to blur uncontrollably, and between his chest and abdomen, it seemed that the river had been turned upside down, and a hot current that could not be suppressed at all couldn't help but gush out of his internal organs, and it was about to burst through his throat.

For a moment, he couldn't hold back any longer, and let out a cry of painful 'wow', and the blood mist splattered in front of him, as if there was something he couldn't say and couldn't tell, but it was real.

"I'm grass your damn son of a tart! Dare to look at your grandfather! ”

A Ming army commander viciously stabbed the spear deeper into the chest and abdomen of this Bashiku, grabbed the armor piece on his chest, and slammed his head into his face despite the fact that his face had been splashed with the blood mist spit out by this Bashiku.

Pity this Bashiku was at least strung into a meat skewer by four spears, and his consciousness was already blurred, under the violent impact of this Ming army commander, his remaining consciousness instantly dissipated, his neck was tilted, his head was sloppy in an instant, and there was no longer any life.

"Dog Tartar, come! Come on! ”

The commander of the Ming army couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

At this time, he reacted, his brother seemed to be seriously injured just now, and hurriedly turned his head and looked at the Ming soldier who was hit by this Bashiku mace, "Dongzi, Dongzi, are you okay?" ”

The face of the Ming soldier named Dongzi turned pale, and the eight-edged iron helmet had also been smashed, and the dark red and white mixed liquid couldn't stop flowing from under the brim of his hat, and it had already dripped most of his face, but he still maintained the posture just now, holding the spear with both hands, and glared at this Bashiku viciously, his face full of determination and determination.

"Dongzi, Dongzi! Wake up, wake up! I'm your brother Gangzi! ”

The commander of the Ming army couldn't help but shout and shook Dongzi's body vigorously.

It's a pity that the strength of this Bashiku just now was too great, and Dongzi's body had begun to stiffen, but the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a relieved smile.

For a moment, his head drooped, and there was no longer any life.

"Dongzi, Dongzi! Yes------! ”

The commander of the Ming army couldn't help but shout, and his tears couldn't stop pouring out.

In a moment, he kicked the tall corpse of Bashiku, pulled the spear out of his corpse, and shouted hysterically: "Dog Tartar, grandpa grass your eighteenth generation ancestors!" You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die! ”

As he spoke, he lifted his spear and went mad to find the dog Tartar who was still standing.

It's a pity that in this round of sprint, all the Bailai Tartars in front of them fell to the ground, and the rest who were still alive had been frightened and retreated behind the earthen wall.

Within a dozen steps of this Ming army commander Gangzi, there was no longer a tartar who could stand.

His eyes had begun to turn blood-red, and he let out a loud roar that wanted to rush towards the remaining tartar in front of him.

But at this time, there was the most familiar shout from the general manager of Shangguan behind him, "The third commander, withdraw!" Leave the space to the brothers in the back! ”

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