"Pull!"

With Zhu Feng's shouting, several soldiers pulled the tripping horse rope in their hands, three sparks flashed in the phalanx, the white smoke in the Houjin phalanx was filled with invisible, and the raindrop-like stones flew out of the ground, flying out of the fan and spilling towards the crowd, the neat spear in the middle instantly collapsed, and the scream shook the sky.

"Third company, put!"

With Zhu Feng's shouting, the muskets of the Dengzhou army's frontal defense line fired a volley, and the already shattered Houjin soldiers' phalanx suffered heavy losses again.

The shouts of killing came from behind, and the roar of the four-pounder cannon could not cover the horn of Jiannu, so Zhu Feng took advantage of the opportunity of the frontal collapse to move the reserve to the rear.

Zhao Xuan carried his short gun to the rear formation, where the white smoke was filled, and the black Jiannu armor soldiers had rushed to the front of the formation, and all kinds of throwing weapons such as flying axes, flying swords, and iron bones continued to fly from outside the formation, hitting the bright helmets of the Dengzhou soldiers from time to time, making a crisp sound. The brass was crowded with people, and the musketeers in the front row set up their captured spears as soon as they finished firing, stabbing them outward, screaming on the front line.

The Ming troops in the back row kept looking for gaps to shoot, shouting and killing the sky, the officers on both sides lost control of the troops, and there was no salvo in Dengzhou Town, and at a distance from face to face, as long as they could shoot, they would definitely be able to kill an enemy.

Zhao Xuan couldn't get close with a short gun, and when he found the gap several times and rushed over, it was filled with people again, and from the cracks in the people, he could see dense layers of Houjin soldiers, and after falling down, he immediately added another one, always maintaining that density.

All kinds of blades waved in front of the formation, the two sides stabbed each other with spears and broadswords across the chest wall, the Dengzhou soldiers also suffered heavy losses, because of the disadvantage of the enemy before and after, the strength was very thin, the two wings of the woods also rushed out of a lot of Houjin soldiers at this time, the crowd here is not dense, these Houjin soldiers do not directly rush to the chest wall hand-to-hand combat, and stop more than ten steps before the formation, with heavy arrows and the Dengzhou soldiers behind the breastwork to shoot, relying on the bow and arrow simplicity and high rate of fire to contain the firepower of the Dengzhou soldiers, flintlock pistols and skirmishers do not have much advantage.

After the firepower of the two wings was dispersed, the Zhenyi armor soldiers in the center began to occupy the manpower advantage, both sides suffered heavy losses, the chest wall was full of corpses on both sides, countless wounded soldiers were wailing and screaming on the ground, and both sides were fighting for the last ferocity.

Thanks to years of propaganda, the soldiers of Dengzhou regarded Jiannu as a beast, and according to the Dengzhou military system, the surrender of the whole family was over, and no one thought that Jiannu would accept surrender, and the soldiers thought that the captured would die even worse. The young soldiers of Dengzhou, who had no way to retreat, were killed, no one on the entire front retreated, and even the wounded soldiers fell to the ground and continued to reload with difficulty.

Zhao Xuan finally found a gap, several Dengzhou flintlock muskezeers in front of him were stabbing outside with spears, making a wolf-like sound in their mouths, and a few spearheads were stretched out outside, rubbing against the chest wall to kill inside, Zhao Xuan raised his hand to the outside is a shot, and a figure in front of him immediately fell to the ground, Zhao Xuan didn't have time to load, a Dengzhou soldier in the front row screamed, a spear pierced his left chest, cotton armor and chain mail could not block the sharp spearhead.

The spearhead quickly withdrew, the Dengzhou boy howled sharply, the spear in his hand fiercely returned fire to the murderer, the Houjin soldier outside was also stabbed **, the Houjin soldier was quite fierce, and he had nowhere to hide in the crowd, so although the chest was in severe pain, but the spear in his hand was recovered without retreating, and continued to assassinate inside, the two stabbed each other violently several times across the chest wall, and finally the last assassination of the Houjin soldier in the throat of the Dengzhou young soldier, the young soldier could not support it, and fell softly holding his neck, then the Jin soldier was also injured in many places, and his whole body was covered with blood.

Zhao Xuan couldn't complete the loading on the battlefield with a killing sound, and the two fixed ammunition didn't load the primer, at this time, when he saw the gap in front of him, he subconsciously grabbed the spear dropped by the young soldier and stabbed at the figure outside, Zhao Xuan, who didn't even kill the chicken at home, had weak hands, and the spear stabbing did not show the fierceness at all.

After the Jin soldiers were exhausted, staggering and standing in place, Zhao Xuan's unskilled assassination easily stabbed him, feeling the resistance of the spearhead, Zhao Xuan suddenly howled loudly, his arms were violently retracted, his hands were white on the barrel of the gun, the spearhead stabbed the body of the Jin soldier again and again, Zhao Xuan's last blow hit the eye socket of the Jin soldier, blood gushed out, and then the Jin soldier fell to the ground with a bang.

There was another Houjin soldier in the rear, and a sharp blade came in the direction of Zhao Xuan, and Zhao Xuan entered a state of hyperactive numbness, ignoring the blade, and only knew that the spear in his hand kept killing.

In the frantic battle, there were suddenly two violent explosions in the crowd of Houjin soldiers, and the ground shook strongly, the Houjin formation was blown to pieces, several human bodies were lifted into the air, and countless broken armor pieces and blades flew into the air.

The Houjin soldier array was in chaos, the Houjin soldier in front of Zhao Xuan was just not far from the explosion point, he was hit crookedly by the armor soldier behind him, Zhao Xuan had a ringing in his ears, and his mind was a little dizzy, this time the 10,000-bomb mine cannon seemed to be more violent than usual, and the entire front was dizzy by this strong explosion, and the ear drums of the Houjin soldiers around the explosion point were hit by the explosion, and the sense of balance was destroyed. The Houjin soldiers, who suffered heavy casualties, were on the verge of collapse.

Flying debris fell from the sky and clanged against the helmets of both sides. Zhao Xuan held back his dizziness and tinnitus, and stabbed two shots at a soldier who passed in front of him, and the assassination was not strong, and the soldier climbed on the ground a few times after falling and got up, stumbling back and forth.

Zhao Xuan was also unable to climb over the wall to chase and kill, gasping to watch the armor soldier walk away, suddenly a big knife waved, the head of the armor soldier flew out a few steps away, and a group of silver-white armor Bayala rushed out of the back, the first person held a big knife, and after killing the armor soldier, he swooped down on the position of the four-pounder cannon, and a group of Bayala was fierce and vicious, and unstoppably approached the chest wall.

Zhao Xuan held on to the chest wall and grabbed a flintlock pistol with a broken bayonet, and was about to reload, when the four-pounder cannon in the middle thundered, and the group of Bayalas were just at the muzzle position, and the white smoke from the muzzle of the cannon instantly engulfed them, Zhao Xuan could see that the majestic white-armored broadsword at the head was broken inch by inch, and the broken human body, armor, and blades flew away on the edge of the white smoke.

The Houjin soldiers finally collapsed, and no warlord could stop them, they left all the wounded and fled, without the main force in the rear, the Houjin soldiers on both flanks could not resist the platoon of guns, and they immediately fled back to the woods.

Zhu Feng's shout sounded, and the four-pounder gun quickly moved back to the front, Zhu Feng's figure turned over the breastwork, leading a group of melee soldiers to chase after the retreating armor soldiers, making the retreat of the Houjin soldiers even more chaotic, which would prolong the time for them to organize the next wave of offensives, and the remaining flintlock musketeers continued to reload ammunition under the command of nearby non-commissioned officers, preparing to support the front with platoon guns.

Zhao Xuan was about to rush with the flintlock pistol, when suddenly a sharp pain in his chest came, he screamed miserably and sat behind the chest wall, dropped the flintlock pistol and touched his chest, the cold chain mail was slippery and greasy, picked it up and saw the bright red of his hands, the pain became more and more intense, Zhao Xuan bit his lip stubbornly, he usually couldn't understand the pain of hoarseness when he usually persuaded the wounded soldiers, and finally realized it at this time.

He was ready to take off the chain mail so that the medical soldiers could stop the bleeding for him, the severe pain made it difficult for his hands and feet to move, and any simple movement became difficult, facing great danger during the battle, the adrenaline secreted violently greatly strengthened the strength and tolerance of the body, the two wounds on Zhao Xuan's left chest were not fatal wounds, he didn't feel the pain for a while, and when the danger passed, the pain could not be endured.

Zhao Xuan finally whispered to relieve the tearing pain, there were corpses all around, there were also wounded soldiers howling loudly, the soldiers who could move around in front were busy loading, no one paid attention to them, and the only few medical soldiers were busy helping the wounded soldiers in front of them, and they didn't notice this trainer for a while.

The young soldier who had just been stabbed in the throat was in front of Zhao Xuan's eyes, his eyes were round, and when he was already angry, Zhao Xuan covered his wounds and looked at the young face, he remembered that this young soldier was from Henan, and his home was Tunpu where Chongzhen had entered in five years, this young man studied in Tunpu School, and then entered the army, and there were six or seven people in his family.

"Little brother, it's a pity that you haven't gotten married yet." Zhao Xuan muttered, all his energy was on the young man, and the wound didn't seem to be so painful, and after a while, there were rows of gunshots in front of him, and Zhao Xuan was awakened again, he felt that the underwear [***], the wound was still bleeding.

Those who could move went to the front to shoot at the Han army, Zhao Xuan looked at the busy medical soldiers, he had to find a way to do it himself, his left arm could barely be raised, he spent a long time to lift his left arm against the chest wall, and after many efforts, he still couldn't take off the chain mail, he had to press the wound with his right hand according to the first aid method he had learned.

There has been a constant sound of gunfire in front of him, and Zhao Xuan can only see the backs of the soldiers in front of him, they are shooting at the Han army in front, and the smoke of gunpowder is blowing with the wind, and the smell is like firecrackers during the New Year.

Every time the four-pounder cannon truck retreated violently, Zhao Xuan felt a kind of relief, at this time, there was nothing more trustworthy than this artillery, Zhao Xuan even felt that as long as there was artillery, no enemy could conquer here.

The front has been fighting, and I don't know how long I waited, there was a sound of chain mail above his head, and he looked up to see that just as Zhu Feng was returning with the melee soldiers, Zhao Xuan hurriedly asked for help.

Zhu Feng saw that it was Zhao Xuan, and hurriedly came over to see his wounds, and then arranged two soldiers to help him, and Zhu Feng himself went to the front, after a round of shooting, Zhu Feng led the remnants of the melee soldiers to rush out of the chest wall, defeated the fourth Houjin phalanx, and drove them to escape along the main road, the two phalanxes behind Houjin did not resist this time, and this wave of offensive was completely defeated by the Dengzhou soldiers.

The two soldiers had already helped Zhao Xuan bandage his wounds, and the precious bee ** wanted to give the seriously injured at this time, Zhao Xuan was not seriously injured, so he had to endure it himself.

After Zhao Xuan stood up, the surrounding of the position was like a Shura hell, the small position was full of corpses inside and outside, several big holes exploded in the ground were still emitting white smoke, all kinds of stumps and flesh were sprinkled all over the ground, and the position was covered with red Dengzhou soldiers' corpses along the chest wall, and there were less than 200 Dengzhou soldiers of more than 400 people left at this time, many of whom were still wounded.

For the first time, Zhao Xuan thought that the whole army might be wiped out, this was the first time in Dengzhou Town, as long as the position was breached, no one would be able to survive.

Zhao Xuan glanced at the direction of Caohekou, "It's been more than three hours since the alarm, Zhong Laosi, you haven't come yet." (To be continued.) )