"Tiger!" The last call sign sounded through the Ming array, and the Chinese drums on both sides simultaneously struck a dense battle drumbeat.

There are only a dozen steps left, Chen Ying is opposite the hideous-looking Houjin soldiers, a few armored soldiers in the front row holding flying axes and iron bones raised their hands, and the sharp weapons in their hands are about to fly out, and some Bayala who are a little behind seize the last opportunity to shoot armor-piercing arrows, and the big stick hand next to Chen Ying snorted and was shot down by the armor-piercing arrow.

Chen Ying shouted, pulled the trigger of the short gun in his hand, and the two short guns in the hands of Chen Ying and the firefighters sounded at the same time, knocking over the two closest armor soldiers on the opposite side, and the two sword and shield men also threw two javelins at the dense Houjin soldiers, and a wave of short-handled axes and iron bones flew from the opposite side, and there were screams from both arrays, and the last round of blows before the melee was completed, and the dense crowd made everyone unable to dodge.

The black shadow on the opposite side flashed, Chen Ying subconsciously turned his head, and an iron bone flew over with his helmet, he casually threw down the firearm, held the flag gun in both hands, shouted loudly in his mouth, and hedged towards Jiannu with his comrades.

Two black iron streams collided head-on, and the Houjin soldiers roared with the momentum of the downhill, the sharp blades staggered by, and the red waves appeared in the iron stream, the sound of weapons breaking and screaming endlessly, and the cruel cold weapon combat harvested life at a faster speed.

Many Ming soldiers and Houjin troops in the front row stabbed each other at the same time, Chen Ying's ears were filled with crazy shouts and screams of wounded soldiers, and his eyes were full of weapons wielding assassination, and a soldier with a big knife rushed in front of him. Chen Yingyuan opened his eyes, judged the distance, let out a loud cry, and stabbed the eight-foot flag gun in his hand at the armor soldier. The armor's chain mail could not resist the sharp spearhead in the slightest, and the solid three-edged snow bright blade pierced into the armorer's body, and then broke through the body, killing the armor soldier in pairs.

The momentum of the armor soldier's impact was not stopped by the blade, he waved the broadsword with a distorted face, and reached the attack distance, Chen Ying's flag gun could not be pulled out, he had to drop the flag gun and draw out the dagger. Just as he was about to pounce forward, a boring palladium stabbed out of his side in the back row, and the sharp center slammed into the chest of the armorer, and a row of prismatic thorns on the open horizontal strand rubbed against the armorer's chain mail. There is a sound of tooth soreness.

The momentum of the crazy armor soldier was finally stopped, he almost rushed to Chen Ying's eyes along the barrel of the flag gun, and the barrel of the gun exposed behind him was full of red marks, at this time he faced Chen Ying and spit blood, and the big knife in his hand finally couldn't cut off. As soon as his body fell down, Chen Ying's flag gun was also pressed to the ground, and as soon as the armor soldier fell, a mace smashed towards Chen Ying with the sound of the wind. Countless iron tips shone on the head of the rod.

Chen Ying has no weapons and has nowhere to hide. watched the head of the stick arrive, but there was a scream on the other side. A spear on the left came over and stabbed on the waist of the armoured soldier holding the mace, the armoured soldier tilted to the side, the iron nail of the mace squeaked across Chen Ying's left arm armor, and smashed to the ground with a bang, the squad's sword and shield hand squatted forward and took a step forward, the round card was protected, and the Qi family knife in his hand stabbed into the throat of the armoured soldier.

Chen Ying escaped death, quickly picked up the first soldier's broadsword, resisted the ensuing attack, the Wendeng battalion soldiers on both wings were skilled, the front line was full of dead and wounded soldiers on both sides, the first wave of impact of the Houjin soldiers was fruitless, the momentum decreased, the Wendeng battalion began to attack according to the squad, the power of the mandarin duck array was revealed, and after another batch of armor soldiers were killed, the members of the killer team jumped forward alternately, after the long soldier attacked, the sword shield and stick of the short soldier suddenly continued to attack, and the long soldier immediately took over, not giving the other party a chance to breathe at all, The continuous offensive made the opposing soldiers only have the power to parry, and Jiannu was constantly injured and fell to the ground, and in the face of these tough opponents, the Houjin army front began to slowly retreat...... Mandarhan panted and ran quickly, the western sun kept swaying around the brim of his hat, leaving bright traces in front of his eyes, and in the shaking vision was the backs of a group of iron armor, and people could see the rows of bright spears and spears of the Ming army shining in the sunlight through the gaps.

Mandalhan's position was already close to the middle, just at the edge of the peasant spear array, the muskets on both wings of the spear array continued to fire in turn, the Houjin army on the front of the musket suffered heavy losses, in the face of the approaching armor, the musketeers on both wings turned around and fled to the back, and the outermost peasant soldiers on both sides quickly pointed their spears diagonally to prevent the Houjin army from entering through this gap.

His Niu Lu happened to be in the area where the opponent was focusing on the attack, and there were only about ten people left, and he himself left the place where the muskets were concentrated, and hid behind the armor soldiers of the Chinese army, and the Jin Zhongjun suffered the least blow in the future, and the remaining array was the thickest, and Mandalhan, as a veteran, naturally knew when to stay in the most suitable position.

Most of the front rows of the Houjin Army were armor soldiers, also holding spears and two-foot spears or two-handed broadswords, and the Houjin soldiers who were still trapped in the beast roared loudly and rushed straight towards the hedgehog-like Ming army's spear array.

"Kill!" The strict Ming army spear phalanx shouted in unison, a four-foot spear densely stabbed out, the popping sound of the spear blade into the flesh was endless, there were people on both sides of the front who fell, more were Houjin soldiers, their spears were two feet shorter than the Ming army, the armor soldiers in front of Mandalhan were also stabbed and fell, Mandalhan's eyes were empty, a red-dyed spear head was retracting, he caught up and stepped over the corpse on the ground, the spear head stabbed again, Mandalhan, who had been prepared, used a tiger tooth knife to pry, swing the spear head, and went forward, Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly found that there were two spear heads on both sides of the Ming army, one in front of the right and one in front of him was about to stab, he hurriedly blocked it with his left shield, and a strong force came, and the sharp spear actually pierced the shield, revealing a snowy spear tip, and the momentum of Mandalhan's advance was blocked, and the spear head in the front row flashed again, and he hurriedly used the tiger tooth knife to make a grid, and the tip of the spear crossed his side.

Mandalhan roared angrily, but he only had the power to parry, the spears on the opposite side were two feet longer than theirs, and he had the advantage, the first row of armor soldiers was almost killed and wounded, and there were fewer and fewer armor soldiers around him, and the ground was full of corpses, and a sense of powerlessness swelled in his heart.

Mandarhan was about to retreat, when more than a dozen heavy throwing axes, javelins, and iron bones flew past him with the sound of the wind, and six or seven Ming troops in the front row fell to the ground at the same time. Then a few Bayalas shot at the spear array of the Ming army with bows and arrows six or seven steps away, and the Ming army in front of them was caught off guard, and the Ming army that fell in the front row formed an obstacle on the ground, and the Ming army in the back row did not have time to step forward. Another wave of flying axes smashed, and in a short period of time, more than a dozen Ming troops were either killed or wounded, and only the last two or three rows of spearmen were left in the frontal line of six or seven people in this section, which became extremely weak, and those spearmen were obviously frightened, standing in place and at a loss, taking this opportunity, more than thirty Houjin Bayala and a soldier came up from behind. Screaming wildly, they rushed up and rushed into the peasant army from here.

The peasant formations on both sides of the gap were in disarray, their spears could not fight at close range, and the close Houjin army violently attacked the nearby Ming army. Seeing this, Mandarhan was more confident, as long as he broke through the Chinese army and forced the opponent's two flanks to rescue or retreat, the entire formation of the Ming army would be chaotic, and it might even collapse.

There was also a group of Yu Ding who followed him, most of them wearing light armor and holding a shun knife or waist knife. Mandarhan's own Niulu soldiers were long gone, and they were all scattered, so he led the remnants and followed behind Bayara.

This fierce battle line is littered with corpses. The wounded soldiers who were not dead howled and struggled, and Mandalhan embodied the experience of a veteran. Stepping directly on the corpses and the gaps between them, some of them didn't have time to pay attention to their feet. Tumbling to the ground, it also caused the people behind to tip over, making the gap even more chaotic.

The six rows of guns of this peasant company have been pierced, and some peasant soldiers on both sides of the gap want to turn their spears in a panic, but the chaotic formation can no longer exert the power of the spears.

Mandalhan stumbled past the piled up corpses, he saw the hope of victory, ahead was the part of Bayala that continued to assault forward, the Chinese military flag of the Ming army was not far away, Mandalhan shouted to Yu Ding beside him, asking them to keep up.

Just as he was burning his hope, there was a sudden burst of muskets on the opposite side, so close that it seemed to be right in front of him, and the dense sound of gunfire roared in his ears, and the bayalaqi brush in front of him fell, followed by another round, Mandarhan's eyes were empty, and the charging bayala became sparse, and in front of him was the white smoke of gunpowder after the musket fire.

Mandalhan was surrounded by a broken line, but the gap behind him was full of crowded remnants, and those who rushed into the formation had no way to retreat, he was aroused to be ferocious, and led the way to the smoke-filled front, at this time both wings sounded a kind of military horn, Mandalhan didn't know what kind of trumpet it was, and he didn't have time to observe the situation on both wings, in fact, the two wings of the Houjin soldiers had collapsed at this time, and it was the charge horn of the Wendeng battalion that sounded.

He knew that the musket could only shoot one shot at a time, and then it would take a long time to reload, and this short distance of less than ten paces was obviously not enough for the Ming troops on the opposite side to complete the loading, or even enough for them to retreat behind the melee soldiers, and he could use the shielding of these people to impact the opposing melee soldiers. Before he could rush to the ground, a patch of red poured out of the white smoke on the opposite side, and a group of Ming soldiers in red short uniforms rushed forward, holding a fire gun in their hands, but with a snow-bright sharp blade in front of them.

He didn't have time to think about what kind of musket this was, the three hideous-looking Ming soldiers had already rushed in front of him, and stabbed him from three directions at the same time with a loud shout, the momentum was rapid, and it could be seen that the movements were very skillful, Man Darhan subconsciously used a shield to block in front of him, the shield vibrated violently, and the two pointed heads came out from above, and the two Ming soldiers who stabbed the shield rushed fiercely, bringing his shield to the left, and his right thigh was cold, and it quickly turned into severe pain.

Mandalhan fell backwards, the bayonet on his leg withdrew, he himself could see the blood spurting high on his thigh, the pain in his leg was even more intense, far more than the stab wound he had received before, he could not help howling loudly, and as soon as he made a sound, a shoe smacked on his face, and then the dense legs shook in front of his eyes, and countless feet stepped on him, and the crazy screams of the fight were deafening, and Mandalhan felt death so close for the first time after a hundred battles.

Blood flowed from his skin on his legs, and Mandarhan howled as he tried to sit up and cover the wound on his leg, but those steps made it impossible for him to do so, and the growing pain in his thigh finally broke him, his weapon had long since been lost, and he could only wave his hands desperately.

After only a moment, Mandarhan felt his strength disappear quickly, his hands were weak to wave again, he breathed rapidly, looked up at the flickering figures above and some of the sky exposed, the hideous and distorted faces changed in front of him, someone slipped and climbed up on him, someone scuffled and rolled around him, and then a corpse pressed against him, his face showed no expression, the hoarse cry seemed to be far away in the sky, Mandalhan's mind became blank, and the blood splattered around him sprinkled on his face, It was like a layer of small red dewdrops, and after a while, the shouting of killing gradually faded away, and the murderous post-Taurus Lu Zhenyuan opened his eyes and swallowed his last breath...... Lu Chuanzong, take your own soldiers to pursue that Gushan Ezhen, chase him into the sea and catch him, the best to live, and the best to die. Lu Chuanzong agreed loudly.

After Chen Xin gritted his teeth, he let go of the hand holding the handle of the handcuff, his palms were already full of sweat, and the vicious battle of Fang Cai happened in front of his eyes, forcing him to invest in the peasant firearms detachment, as well as the reserve of the last bureau, and a bloody desperate fight near the peasant spear array.

In his field of vision, the slope was full of desperate fleeing Houjin soldiers, behind him were the soldiers of the Wendeng battalion who were bravely pursuing, and a bureau guerrilla on the outside of the left wing also defeated Jiannu's division of more than 60 people, appearing on the slope, intercepting the scattered Houjin soldiers, both sides had no formation, just desperately moving forward, and the loud charge horn sounded from time to time.

The battlefield just now was surrounded by dense arrows, and less than twenty paces in front of him, there were layers of corpses, low wails continued, some seriously wounded soldiers squirmed and crawled among the dead piles, and the Ming soldiers stretched out their hands for the ambulance soldiers to see. For those wounded soldiers of Houjin, the small number of soldiers left by the various divisions are mending their knives.

All the troops were sent out, and there were only more than 20 Chinese army guards and drummers left around him, at this time Chen Xin's heartbeat also slowed down, and at the last moment, the desperate fight of the Jin soldiers in the middle of the army made him break out in a cold sweat, and his hands were held on the handle of the handcuff, I didn't expect this battle to be so difficult, and the ability of the first strong army in the Far East in this era was much stronger than the street battle in Luanzhou, and they were full of confidence and indomitable momentum in the field. These Zhenyi Jiannu are indeed stronger than the Mongol left and right flanks in Gu'an.

His estimation of the combat power of the Houjin soldiers was still a little wrong, he put the peasant soldiers in the front row, and let too many Houjin soldiers go to the island, the total strength of the other party has actually exceeded the Wendeng battalion, if it weren't for the firearms that greatly weakened their combat power, Chen Xin was afraid that he would have personally participated in the battle just now.

The soldiers on both flanks were still excellent, skilful and determined, showing the qualities of a professional army, as did the four-pounder guns, the night and the special forces. The peasant company in the middle is much worse, far from meeting Chen Xin's expectations, especially the spear phalanx, they are good at the beginning, but when they are hit by the post-Jin soldiers' projection weapons, they appear bulky and flustered, and after being attacked by Bayara, they almost collapsed, and at the last moment, they all rely on the soldiers on both sides to send two teams of killers to support them, so they still need to be summarized and improved after the war.

Chen Xin retracted his gaze and said to Liu Pojun beside him: "Call the foot boat to come over, let the sailors on the ship take turns to go ashore to assist in rescuing the wounded soldiers and cleaning up the battlefield, in addition, let those soldiers who mend knives stop, and require each sailor to cut off at least one Jiannu head, and the drummers and buglers of the Chinese army and all the staff officers are also sent to mend the knife." ”

Liu Pojun recorded it in the book, he knew that Chen Xin wanted to let those who had never been on the battlefield feel the atmosphere of war, this is the battlefield experience that Chen Xin has been emphasizing, those sailors have hardly fought since they became an army, and they need this kind of experience even more.

After he finished remembering, he said, "My lord, the battle is over, you can rest first." ”

Chen Xin shook his head and exhaled a long breath, "Let Scar transfer a small boat to me, I will go and report to Lu Zhi, the battle of the army is over, and I still have a lot of battles to fight." You personally keep an eye on the aftermath here, and deal with the aftermath according to the plan, remember, I want that solid mountain Ezhen. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )rv