"Boom!" With a loud bang in the distance, a solid cannonball landed in the crowd not far in front of Saishanbin, and the two armored soldiers were torn apart on the spot. The stumps and fragments of armor mixed with blood plasma exploded into the www.biquge.info and fell back into the crowd like scattered flowers, causing a series of exclamations.

The formation just showed signs of shaking, and then there was a burst of shouting and scolding in Manchu mixed with stiff Chinese. The scolding was more intimidating than a cannonball, and the formation, which had been shaken twice, quickly returned to order.

Sai Shangbin clutched the handle of the knife tightly, and his palms were full of sweat.

In all fairness, the words "Huguang Town" left him with no good memories, and he also did not want to encounter this Ming army again. But it backfired, after learning the news that Ji'an was lost and Huguang Town waved his army north, He Luohui led his army south to meet the battle, and Sai Shangbin, who was the Han army with a white flag and Niu Lu Zhangjing, was naturally also among the battles.

In the previous series of outpost battles, Niu Lu, where Sai Shangbin was located, also participated, and he found that the combat effectiveness of the soldiers and horses in Huguang Town seemed to be stronger than in the last battle of Changheng, which made him even more uncertain.

After a series of outpost battles, each side seized several tactical support points, forming a final standoff line in the vicinity, and a final outcome will be officially decided through today's battle.

Before the battle officially began, the two armies faced each other in the early morning mist. The sound of artillery rang out from time to time on the wide battlefield, which was the gunners of both sides testing the artillery, occasionally shells falling on the opposing crowd and smashing blood flowers, and more on the dirt and grass clippings splashing in the wilderness.

At this time, Sai Shangbin vaguely had an illusion, feeling that he was back outside the city of Dalinghe seventeen years ago. At that time, the elite of the Houjin banners came out together to meet the Ming army of Zhang Chun, Wu Xiang, Song Wei and other troops who came to the aid of Dalinghe in Changshan, which was very similar to today's situation. But there seem to be a lot of differences.

Under the weaving golden dragon of the Chinese army, He Luohui was also quietly watching the Huguang Town military formation in the distance. On the long front, the phalanxes of Huguang Town, which had been lined up, were responding to the flags. As far as the eye could see, a sea of red dazzled with the reflection of armor and weapons. Both the officers and soldiers stood solemnly, and there was silence on the front. Although it was two miles away, a chilling murderous aura still rushed towards him like a mountain and a sea.

He Luohui couldn't help frowning. After a long time on the battlefield, he knew at a glance that there was an elite division opposite, not to mention anything else, the aura alone made people have to pay attention to it. This kind of powerful aura is far better than the Xuanda Army and Guanning Army with whom he has confronted, and I am afraid that it is not much more difficult than the Eight Banners of Manchuria.

For him, this is a completely alien enemy. In the previous military conference, he had tried to deepen his understanding of Pang Yue and Huguang Town through Tian Xiong, the governor of Zhejiang, who accompanied him in the battle. After all, Pang Yue and Tian Xiong both worked under Huang Degong, and the original foundation of Huguang Town also came from Huang Degong's old department. But Tian Xiong only said in a hesitant way that although he and Pang Yue worked in the Yellow Department at the beginning, they did not have much interaction because of the gap in their positions. Moreover, at that time, Pang Yue was just a guerrilla, and now he is the chief soldier of a town, and the soldiers and horses under his command have long been unrecognizable compared with those in the Yellow Department, and there is not much comparison.

Such an answer naturally could not satisfy He Luo, and after seeing the military appearance of Huguang Town with his own eyes today, the faint disturbance in his heart became more and more intense.

The oncoming murderous aura on the opposite side also affected Chen Fugui in the military array. He tensed his face and gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself calm, but his chest was always like a big stone crushed, and the fine iron armor could not help him resist the pressure that came to his face. Like the old master Sai Shangbin, his thoughts involuntarily drifted to the Battle of Changshan seventeen years ago, when he stood in the ranks of the Ming Army's Zhang Chunbu and looked at the murderous Houjin Army on the opposite side, and the feeling was strikingly similar to today.

By the time Chen Fugui woke up from his memories, the battle had officially begun.

The drums and trumpets of the Qing army sounded in unison, and the cavalry of the Eight Banners and the Green Battalion, which had long been ready to go, swarmed out under the leadership of their respective officers, and smoke and dust rose on the battlefield in an instant.

The surging Qing cavalry was at odds and hours, rushing back and forth in small groups, making a posture of charging into battle. On the front line of Huguang Town, the infantry phalanxes remained immovable, except for the commands that sounded from time to time, they were still silent.

The rumbling roar of the Hongyi cannon came from the position of the fire camp in Huguang Town, and suddenly became fierce and dense. The shells kept falling among the rushing Qing cavalry, bringing out clouds of blood mist.

The cavalry of the Qing army was still approaching, and the formation of gathering and scattering from time to time caused many shells to fall and splash dust in the sky.

In an instant, on the front line of Huguang Town, a piercing whistle sounded. The guns on the outer layer of the formations fired one after another, and in the white smoke, dazzling red flames flashed one after another.

The mournful neighing of the horses pierced the sky, and the galloping Qing cavalry in the front row rolled one after another, and the very few who were lucky not to be killed after falling off the horse were also quickly killed by the reserve team between the phalanxes.

After paying a few casualties, the Qing cavalry quickly turned around and galloped back and forth in all directions. As soon as the sound of the cannon stopped, he accelerated like a bloodthirsty hungry wolf, and with the speed of his horse, he drew his bow and threw it at the phalanx dozens of paces away. The dense arrows flew towards the phalanx of Huguang Town shrouded in white smoke like flying locusts in the sky.

The first two rows of the phalanx were always protected by large shields, and the soldiers in the depths also raised the small shields they carried with them. But from time to time, arrows passed through the gaps in the shields, and the soldiers who were shot fell down with muffled grunts or screams.

The dense sound of guns resounded into the sky again, and the phalanxes began to fire alternately, and the fire from one after another provided good cover for each other.

After being defeated again, the sweeping Qing cavalry no longer easily got too close, but did not retreat, but used their speed advantage to stubbornly and skillfully confront the Huguang Town infantry equipped with guns.

Although Huguang Town on the battlefield has an advantage in terms of troops, it is mainly infantry after all, and because the terrain limits the width of the battlefield, there are only so many that can be put into battle at one time. The cavalry of the Qing army did not have an advantage in numbers, but it had a speed advantage and the formation change was more flexible. After the two sides began to engage each other, the firepower of the Agni Battalion was also greatly limited. The battle grew fiercer.

The front shouted to kill the heavens, and the main formation of the Qing army behind was still solemn, and no one dared to make a loud noise.

He Luohui observed the battle situation in front of him, and his expression became more and more serious. The tenacity of the Ming front completely exceeded his expectations. If he had fought with other Ming troops before, by this time, the Ming army's front would have already fallen into a panic, but the immovable momentum on the opposite side today made him a little unexpected. And as far as he knew, although the cavalry in Huguang Town was only a minority, it was also an elite force that could not be ignored, and at present, this cavalry had not been dispatched, and no trace of them was found on the battlefield filled with gunpowder. This made He Luohui's heart more and more bottomless.