The white armor of more than 400 people formed a strong assault force, and they crossed Yu Ding and the ordinary armor and rushed towards the front of the Sichuan army.

All the white armor is wearing silver iron scale armor, their armor leaves are thicker, the workmanship is more sophisticated, the quality is far above the iron armor of the Ming army, a collar of white armor, often requires a lot of labor, after many days to build.

Their armor is polished bright, shining silver, each wearing an iron helmet decorated with red tassels, many of them also wear face armor, under the face armor is a small iron ring to protect the neck, shoulders and arms are protected by iron armor, there are shin guards on the knees, everyone is like an iron man, each hand is holding an elite fine iron sickle, a long-handled knife, a tiger gun, a mace, the average age of the white armor is about thirty, all have more than ten years of battlefield experience, almost everyone can gallop left and right, the archery is superb, and most of their horses are also wearing cotton armorIn the previous few battlefields, it was these white armor who broke through the array of juniper, they rode their horses forward, such as storms, mountain torrents, and lightning rushed down, until the array of the Ming army was broken, but today encountered such a large number of Ming troops with spears, the heavy cavalry of the Eight Banners, known as the iron head, lost their usefulness, and they could only dismount and step into formation.

Fortunately, the infantry formation is the strength of these white armor, they strode forward, all the ordinary armor soldiers and Yu Ding got out of the way, because they were wearing thick armor, most of the white armor did not hold a shield, most of them were holding long soldiers in both hands, and the one who walked in the forefront was holding a fine iron sickle in his left hand and a shield in his right hand. The shield in his right hand swung open and quickly retracted. Wearing heavy armor and being very agile. The pace of their footsteps is varied, and after finding a gap, they quickly use the weapons in their hands to attack, slashing through them fiercely, their martial arts are skillful, and their judgment of position and distance is very accurate, and almost every attack can achieve results.

Although many of the white armorers were also stabbed. Seriously wounded or killed, but under their blows, the Sichuan army array, which had always had the upper hand, finally showed signs of instability and loosening.

Huang Taiji, who was watching the battle not far away, was also relieved, the war had reached such a point, and the Eight Banners were also angry about it, if it weren't for the repeated victories of the Ming army, the whole army had a high-spirited spirit and self-confidence, and today's war with heavy losses really couldn't hold on to such a point.

The Ming army in front of him, whether it is the will to fight. Tactical level, command of generals. The bravery and tenacity of the soldiers are far above Huang Taiji's cognition.

After many battles with the Ming army in Liaodong, Huang Taiji has always wondered in his heart, with such incompetent generals, chaotic arrays, and beggar-like battalions, how did the Ming army press the Mongols to fight for more than 200 years, and those Mongols who often dispatched hundreds of thousands of people, why did they repeatedly meet with disgrace?

Huang Taiji's eyes were firmly fixed on this white armor, the strength of the Ming army's array, the high morale of the fighting spirit, had been far beyond his expectations, on the vast battlefield, the eight banners did not take advantage, failed to break the Ming army's strong formation, so if it continued to consume, even if it ate the Ming army in front of him, the loss was too big for the eight banners to bear.

Four flags on the left and right wings, the number of cattle in each flag is different, the armor is only 20,000 people, so far today, the armor soldiers who have died in the battle have been more than 1,000, and then fight, may have to die one or two thousand armor, in the end if you still can't break the formation, the eight banners died two or three percent of the armor, and then injured a lot, half of the combat power in front of these thousands of Ming troops will be exhausted.

"Break the formation, break the formation, quickly break the formation." Huang Taiji's mind has never been so urgent.

Zhou Dunji took dozens of personal soldiers, wandering around in the formation, he was still wearing heavy armor, and he did not feel tired after slashing for a long time, the tens of thousands of people on the battlefield did not make him feel afraid and afraid, but made him extremely excited, after killing for a long time, he began to feel hungry in his stomach, at first it was just a little feeling, and in about half an hour, his stomach began to cramp with hunger.

He found a small slope to stand, where there had just been a fierce fight and battle, the ground was full of blood and human limbs, the dead and wounded were either dragged away or pulled away for treatment, only some thrilling remnants remained, the grass on the ground was trampled by the people and completely invisible, only the choking dust was constantly kicked up, so that the people's faces and noses were covered with dust, dirty, and difficult to breathe.

Zhou Dunji rested with his long axe, his lips were chapped and his stomach was hungry, and after waiting for a while, several personal soldiers rushed back from the rear, carrying two buckets and dozens of cracked steamed buns.

Zhou Dunji said dissatisfiedly: "That's all? ”

"That's all. It was difficult to carry water, we sent troops in a hurry, and did not prepare much rations, and the meat was eaten, and only these dry steamed cakes remained, which were specially allocated to us, and elsewhere, there were not even steamed cakes. water, too, is difficult to replenish. ”

"Ugh."

Zhou Dunji sighed, some places on the battlefield around the fighting were very fierce, some places were very gentle, both sides were just consuming physical strength, and there was no urgency to break the balance and stalemate on both sides of the offensive and defensive sides, in some places, the pressure of the Sichuan army was very small, and there were many sergeants who adjusted to the rear, untied their heavy armor, and sat on the ground to rest, but they didn't drink water, they could only endure their thirst.

Zhou Dunji drank the water in a big gulp, the water dripped down his beard and fell on the front of the iron armor, his face was also a little anxious, and he scolded hatefully: "Enter the mother, the Northern Army is not coming yet!" ”

The Zhejiang soldiers formed a car formation in the rear formation, waiting for the evening to meet the retreat of the Sichuan army, which is the reliance on which most of the main forces of the Sichuan army can withdraw from the battlefield, even if it is so tense now, the Zhejiang soldiers will not and cannot move, the only rescue is of course the northern army from the direction of Liaoyang, that is, the 50,000 northern army led by Li Bingcheng, Zhu Wanliang, and Jiang Bi.

The current situation, there is still some weak resistance in Shenyang City, the Eight Banners are slaughtered in the city, at least one of the main forces of more than one flag is left in Shenyang City, and the other is to the direction of Liaoyang, the old slave with two more flags of soldiers and horses in the garrison, the two blue flags on the left wing are Niu Lu, at most three or four thousand armor and more than 10,000 people of Yu Ding, if the Northern Army wants to fight a decisive battle, with 50,000 Northern Army, when the old slave is a little defender, you know, since Xiong Tingbi, Liaozhen has made up the armor and war horses, Li Bingcheng's three general soldiers, more than a dozen generals, dozens of guerrillas, just the elite family together surpassed the armor in the hands of the old slave, the northern army hit with all its strength, and the left wing of the Eight Banners could not be stopped!

"General, I put this elbow away, you can eat it."

A pro-soldier monkey took out a fat pig's knuckle as if offering a treasure, although it was cold, and it was stained with some mud, but at this time it was really delicious, and the pro-soldiers around were wearing heavy armor, all of them had empty stomachs, and they were gnawing on dry steamed cakes vigorously, and their eyes deliberately did not look at this elbow.

"Fuck, eat, eat, eat, go and kill the captives." Zhou Dunji's heart was also sour, but he didn't say anything, took his elbow, and bit it heavily. (To be continued......)