"The second round of throwing guns is ready, throwing guns..."A loud shout came out of Wang Feng's mouth.

More than 200 throwing spears flew into the sky under the light of the ground fire.

Then, under the gaze of everyone on the ground, two hundred throwing spears with a whistling sound flew towards the Tartar army formation on the ground at an increasing speed.

"Poof... Puff ......." The dull sound of guns entering flesh sounded in the Tartar army.

A series of heart-rending screams immediately sounded in the dense Tartar army formation.

As far as the eye can see, the Tartar army formation, which was still dense just now, has fallen in a large area in the blink of an eye.

Tartars are also human beings, and no matter how brave they are in their usual appearance, they will panic when they really face death. Therefore, in the face of the spear throwing attack, the surviving Tartar's arrow action subconsciously became sluggish.

The swarming infantry followers did not miss this opportunity, and quickly rushed into the Tartar formation through the gap opened by the pikebattalion with them.

In the face of the Tartar's broadsword slashing at him, the infantry who has undergone many tests of life and death follow the service, regardless of whether it is their master who is standing in front of him. Plagued by the darkness of the night and night blindness, the only thing on their minds is to live.

Without hesitation, he raised his weapon and fought against his master.

In terms of individual combat effectiveness, infantry followers are not true Tartar opponents. However, it is still possible to win with two infantry followers, or even three infantry followers fighting against one Tartar at the same time.

Besides, the pike-battalion that followed closely behind did not expect these infantry followers to kill many Tartars on the battlefield.

The reason why they rushed to the Tartar military camp was that, on the one hand, it was to block the arrows fired by the Tartars and open a passage for the spear battalion to attack the Dazi military camp, and on the other hand, the infantry of Tongguò followed the army and rushed to the chaotic Tartar army formation, so that they could fish in troubled waters.

Facing the Tartar army formation, which had fallen into chaos, a sneer flashed directly on the face of Wang Feng, the commander of the spear battalion.

He continued to roar at his subordinates: "Throw the gun and prepare, continue to throw the throwing gun....throw all the throwing guns on your back..."

"Woooooooooo......oo Poof... Poof..."

In just half a column of incense, at least a hundred Tartars fell under the follow-up throwing spears thrown by the spear battalion.

By this time, the pike-battalion had approached the Tartar army formation less than thirty paces.

Up to now, less than 200 of the 500 infantry and 350 Tartars remain. And the pike-battalion, which launched the night attack, because it did not make direct contact with the Tartars and infantry followers, at least so far, did not even lose a single loss, and there were still more than two hundred and eighty men.

What's more, in the chaotic Tartar barracks, 200 infantry followers have already fallen into a scuffle with more than 300 Tartars.

In Wang Feng's opinion, in a short period of time, this melee will definitely not end.

After raising the spear in his hand, he signaled his subordinates to stop the attack. He commanded with a stern face.

"All of them, prepare explosives packs... After receiving the order, they all threw it at the Tartar barracks......"

After a stick of incense, when the chaotic battle situation in the Tartar military camp began to slowly calm down, a sneer quickly appeared on Wang Feng's face. Because, the opportunity that Wang Feng and the entire spear battalion were waiting for had come.

Pick up a bag of explosives, light the arquebus, and shout orders to his subordinates behind him.

"Throw this bet and throw all the explosives bags out......"

"All the spear battalions are there, ready for assault......"

The spark-like bag of earth-made explosives made a beautiful arc in the air and landed firmly in the Tartar barracks of the secret mother.

The moment the explosion sounded, a cloud of orange-red fireballs mixed with a large amount of black smoke and white smoke also rose from the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of the hundreds of pikemen in the pikebattalion, as long as the Tartar affected by the fireball generated by the explosives explosion, no matter how many layers of iron armor he was wearing, he was blown to the ground without exception.

In the blink of an eye, more than 100 Tartars and infantry followers who were on the outskirts of the military camp went to meet the king of Hades.

"Spear battalion, all of them, assault forward, kill..."

"Kill..."

After a loud roar was shouted from the pikeman's mouth immediately after Wang Feng's order, the three spear formations formed by the team were like three unstoppable torrents of steel, quickly pressing towards the Tartar military camp with a burst of fire.

"First row, forward thrust ......"

"The first row, immediately collect the guns and retreat, the second row, take a step forward and stab ......"

"Forward... The third platoon, continue to stab, collect the guns ......"

With all kinds of command sounds coming out of the mouths of the three captains, the three spear arrays were like three killing machines, and hundreds of spears that had been stained with blood were like mechanical movements, stabbing forward one after another......

And the Tartar who holds the melee cold weapon, although he is brave, but because the weapon in his hand is too short, he often has not encountered the tiger and leopard army that is constantly pressing on him, and the spear that the opponent stabs forward is already like an eye, accurately piercing into his body, and instantly draining his strength.

Facing the spear array of the Tiger and Par Army, which was getting closer and closer to the center of the barracks, and facing the corpses of the Tartars who were falling to the ground one after another on the battlefield. Tartar Fifteen Belledordort was frightened, and the confident facial expression that had been a day ago was now covered with fear.

As for the three Niu Lu Zhangjing behind Duoduo, they didn't get any better.

One of them, Niu Lu Zhangjing, who had not yet had time to go to the battlefield, muttered to himself with a face full of incredulity....

"This....is this still the Ming army we know... When did the Ming army become so powerful, and when did our warriors become so vulnerable...... How so..."

And in the daytime battle, Niu Lu Zhangjing, who witnessed and tasted the strong combat effectiveness of the Tiger and Leopard Army, just reacted from the panic, and said to Duo Duojian: "Lord Belle, this is only the spearmen of the Ming army, and the musketeers and artillery of the Ming army have not yet been dispatched..."

"If they had sent in more combat-hardened musketeers and artillerymen, our losses would have been even greater. What's more, the whole army will be left here by them..."

"In order to reduce the losses of the troops, for the safety of Lord Belle, the minions implore Lord Belle to retreat immediately and withdraw from the battlefield...... We have war horses, as long as we retreat, the Ming army attacking us will not be able to help us..."

At the moment of life and death, no one will take the initiative to choose to die, especially these people in high positions.

Therefore, as soon as Niu Lu Zhangjing's words were finished, the other two Zhangjing seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and pretended to persuade Duoduo with a pleading face: "Please withdraw from the battlefield immediately......

Duoduo is by no means like becoming the first post-golden bellor lord to die in the hands of the Ming army. He had already begun to panic in his heart, and he did not let go of this opportunity to get off the donkey, and replied a little anxiously.

"Retreat, retreat immediately......"