Before Taiyong was formed as a new army, the troops in Zhejiang's eight prefectures were recognized as capable of fighting, but it cannot be said that they had no combat effectiveness. When encountering a civil uprising, or thieves, or even large-scale Japanese robbers, the government usually hires Tai Yong and Jin Hua Yong to form troops and undertake combat missions. Many of these who are qualified to come out to get military salaries have martial arts or bravery, and they can be regarded as the kind of fierce and daring to fight.

However, they emphasize more personal martial arts, are good at fighting bad battles, and cannot talk about each other's cooperation and organizational discipline. Moreover, those big bosses took care of their capital, and when it was really time to fight a tough battle, they led people to withdraw. The battalions were formed when the imperial court employed people, and they were disbanded on the spot after the war, which also made these soldiers have no sense of belonging and are unlikely to die. Like this kind of thousand-person level battle, Tai Yong can only rush one round in the past, and if he can't rush, he can only escape. The casualties will not be large, but the results cannot be counted on either.

"These people are just a group of mercenaries, and they have their own skills, but when they are put together to form an army, they are simply unusable. These problems are the former Taiyong, and now they are barely enough. ”

Yang Chengzu lay on the bamboo bed, holding Guo Jiujie's hand, soothing his wife's emotions. He knew that Guo Jiujie was not afraid, the woman who dared to lead her own soldiers to rush the Mongolian military camp at the beginning, where would she be afraid of these widows, but if she cared, she was worried about her husband's safety and reputation.

The ninth sister looked at the battlefield and felt that what Yang Chengzu said made sense. Tai Yong, who served as the forward force, fought against the real wolf, and it was not surprising that he often fought for a while, but he couldn't resist it, and he was defeated and retreated, but he did not collapse. Instead, under the shouting and organization of the commander, he quickly gathered his troops again and launched a new round of attacks towards the place where the banner of the Great Bodhisattva of the Yellow Hachiman of the Zong Chi Shin Jidi was located. Although he is defeated or not, he can make a temporary draw with the real wolf, is this really Taiyong's achievement?

"They don't dare to run now. In these Taiyong, there are two bureaus of the new army as the backbone and law enforcement team, and whoever dares to retreat will be killed immediately. Moreover, they don't know who the people around them are the spies of the government, and now they have run away, and they will kill the whole family in the future. In the past, they dared to run, but they knew that the government would not do anything to them, everyone was a deserter, and the law did not blame the public. But my Yang Ji and Jin Yiwei are sure that he will be killed, and at this time, they can't help but consider national law or revenge. The people around you may betray you, and if you are betrayed, you will lose the whole family, which increases the cost of their escape, and they have to think more. And when most of the people around me don't run, they can actually fight. In the past, it was just those big leaders who wanted to save their strength and take the lead in retreating, and it was the stupid people who didn't run, but now that I'm here, they can fight. ”

He pulled Guo Jiujie, who was still a little embarrassed to sit beside her husband in front of so many people. Yang Chengzu said with a smile: "Ninth sister, follow me here to watch the battle, this is the treatment that only the eldest woman has, even if the others are Qingqing, Mi Niang, and their martial arts are strong, they can't come to the battlefield." Happy or unhappy? ”

"With Xianggong, it's okay anywhere, anyway, as long as you're here, I'm not afraid."

Seeing the affectionate appearance of the two, Leng Feishuang felt a little sour in her heart inexplicably, but soon, her attention was drawn by the battle situation, and she didn't care about other emotions.

Regarding the arrangement of the official army, Zong Zhixin quickly got the news that the main general of the Ming army actually took a woman into battle and lay on a bamboo bed to command? Zong Zhixin sneered a few times, "Stupid Ming people, actually use this kind of prodigal son as the commander-in-chief? No matter how good the subordinates are, with such an incompetent commander in charge, they will only fail, and it seems that the war will end sooner than I imagined. ”

The banner painted with the family crest of the Tsushima clan and the Great Bodhisattva of the Yellow Ground Hachiman was raised high, and the sound of conch drums urged the troops to move forward. The flags of both sides were intertwined, sometimes advancing, sometimes retreating, and the battlefield was like a huge vortex, involving everyone's lives, flesh and blood, and twisting them into pieces.

Unlike Yang Chengzu, Zong Zhixin, as a veteran who went into battle at the age of thirteen and fought horses for more than 20 years, can still grasp this kind of battle situation. At present, the two sides are fighting without a win, compared with the past, the Ming army in front of them can indeed be regarded as amazing. After all, they were facing an army with a powerful firepower of six hundred iron cannons, and they could still maintain the front, which was indeed elite.

Of course, the number of iron cannons on the Ming side was only much more than on their side, and the Japanese army could not take advantage of the guns and bullets on both sides. Moreover, the Ming army's firing technology was obviously more advanced, and the guns were faster. However, this kind of bullet rain kills and kills, and it can't collapse, and what really determines the outcome is hand-to-hand combat.

In this army, there are only two hundred soldiers belonging to the Zong family, and although the others temporarily obey Zong Zhixin's command, they are not as useful as the soldiers of their own family after all. If it is against a strong enemy, this composition of forces can easily go wrong. It's just that with the level of the Ming army in front of them, even if they use the people of the country, they will be crushed to death.

Although the battle is still deadlocked, Zong Zhixin's heart has been sure that he can win. In the current stalemate, his side is actually at ease, but on the opponent's side, most of them have used their best. This balance of power will not last long, as long as they find their flaws, or reach their limits, and then a surprise attack, it will all be over.

When the Japanese invaded the Ming army in the past, they mostly held Japanese swords, jumped one zhang away, and slashed in the wind, which almost became their standard way of playing. It's not that every true wat is a swordsman with high martial arts, but as long as there are so many dozens of masters, thousands of officers and soldiers are often scared away. Even the Japanese ronin put a butterfly formation, shaking the sword to reflect the sun, and the group of Ming troops could be frightened to disperse.

This time, the opponents seemed to be stronger, and those who served as commandos jumped into the ranks of the Ming army as usual, and cut down the officers and soldiers who were in the vanguard. The soldiers in the back only rioted for a while, then rushed forward again, and did not break up.

After a few jumps, the good players of these real wives gradually suffered casualties, and this tactic was not very effective. The shotgun shooting did not have the desired effect, and those soldiers with plain guns and naginatas had no choice but to form a formation according to the situation of regular combat and press towards the Ming army. The troops invested by the two sides were similar, with thousands of people up and down, charging back and forth in the open space outside Ningbo, and tearing them apart in formation.

Just when it was difficult to distinguish between each other, the military pei in Zong Zhixin's hand swung down violently, and a hundred of his own family led by the brave general Oishi Yoshihisa, holding a plain gun, pushed straight towards the Ming army, at this moment, the victory seemed to be clear.