Under the cover of simultaneous communication trenches and large shields, the pikemen battalion, at almost no cost, advanced the battle line to a position thirty paces from the Tartars.

Seeing that the density of the arrows fired by the Tartars towards him still did not weaken, a loud shout also sounded in the three communication trenches.

"Prepare for the throw, first round of throwing, ......"

The big shield, which had just been tightly blocked, quickly revealed hundreds of gaps.

At the moment when the long snatcher came from the traffic trench station, three hundred shots with the cold light of the forest were thrown out by the long snatcher.

Then the pikemen quickly crouched, and the large shields that had just revealed the gap merged again, covering the communication trench tightly.

With a force several times greater than that of an arrow, the three hundred threw them in three different directions and flew into the sky with a sharp whistling sound.

When the gun flew to the highest point of the flight trajectory, it was one foot long, weighed two catties, and emitted a cold light outward. Under the action of its own gravity, it quickly tilts downwards and pierces towards the ground target at an increasing speed.

In order to ensure the density of arrows, more than forty Tartars could only be gathered together, not scattered along the earthen wall.

Therefore, although the throwing and robbery of the spear battalion was not accurate, the intensity of the throwing and robbery still brought a lot of damage to the Tartars.

Three hundred threw and roared down, and the gathered Tartars ran desperately towards the earthen wall, trying to avoid this round of gunfire.

However, he was fast and roared down with even more speed.

"Puff....puff...."

A dull sound of flesh entering the flesh sounded on the battlefield, and more than a dozen Tartars who couldn't dodge were directly hit by the looting and fell to the ground.

Exposing the body from behind the earthen wall will immediately attract dozens of buckshots. Gathering together, it will attract hundreds of throwing guns.

The remaining more than 100 Tartars on the first line of the earthen wall can only be reluctant to be shrunken turtles again.

The only difference was that the bow in the Tartar's hand had been abandoned by them, and was replaced by a variety of cold weapons for close-quarters combat.

After successive losses, the Tartars decided to hide behind the earthen wall to rest and wait for their work...

After the sound of dense footsteps began to sound in the trench behind the earthen wall, a bloodthirsty expression quickly appeared on the face of the Tartar who clenched his weapon.

As if they had been discussed, they raised their weapons and crossed the earthen wall, intending to jump into the trench and engage in a close-range fight with the Tiger and Par Army.

However, when they peeked out from behind the earthen wall, they could see what was going on inside the trench.

A picture appeared before them that shocked and memorable all the Tartars.

Faced with the sudden emergence of himself from behind the earthen wall, the Tartars in the trench did not react in the slightest, and all of them looked at themselves motionlessly with their spears in their hands, as if they were looking at a group of prey, and their eyes lit up.

In the face of this familiar and unfamiliar gaze, for a day, the Tartar, who had been frightened by the tiger and leopard army in front of him, subconsciously slowed down his movements, hesitating whether to jump into the trench...... After jumping into the trench, the spear that the tiger and leopard army held flat in their hands would not stab into their bodies at the same time.

At this moment, Niu Lu Zhangjing's roar full of blood suddenly reached everyone's ears.

"Warriors, the enemy is all cowards, what you see is an illusion, as long as we jump, the enemy will collapse without a fight....warriors, jump into the trench, kill all the Ming troops, kill ......"

At the instigation of Niu Lu Zhangjing, in the past battles, the image of the Ming army's cowardice quickly surfaced in the minds of these people.

The hesitant expression that still appeared on his face just now was replaced by a thick killing intent.

Raising his weapon, he jumped over the earthen wall in a vigorous posture and jumped down from the trench, charging towards the spear array with a shout of killing that increased his deterrent.

"Kill..."

After the dozen or so Tartars actually appeared in front of the spearman, they were faced with a pair of hideous faces, and a handle was raised high, and in the sunlight, the broadsword and mace emitted the cold light of the forest. Many of the spearmen showed a hint of panic on their faces, and subconsciously raised their right feet, wanting to take a step back.

However, their idea did not come to fruition.

Because, the walls of the trenches, which could not move at all, were clinging to their backs, blocking their retreat.

There is no way back, and in the face of the murderous Tartars, the only thing the pikemen can do is fight to the death.

At this moment, the platoon commander's murderous order suddenly reached their ears, making their panicked hearts instantly find sustenance...

"The first platoon of the spear battalion, one step forward and stabbing ...... Kill..."

Ten days of high-intensity training have already cultivated their complete obedience to their superiors.

As soon as the platoon commander's order was given, a loud shout subconsciously came out of their mouths at the same time.

"Kill...."

The moment the shouts of killing sounded, thirty spearmen held the arms of the spears, as if they had suddenly been injected with a thousand catties of power. No matter how hideous the Tartar rushed towards him in front of him, he just stabbed forward hard according to his usual training....

"Poof... Poof... Poof......" The sound of a string of spears entering flesh sounded on the battlefield, and the Tartars who had just jumped off the trench and had not had time to raise their weapons were all pierced through the body by the spears.

"The first platoon of the pikebattalion, collect the guns, retreat..."

After another series of "poofs...... sound sounded on the battlefield, large strands of blood quickly poured out of the blood hole on the Tartar's body like a fountain. Suddenly losing strength and support, the tartar fell to the ground covered in blood and turned into a corpse.

At the same time, more than a dozen Tartars from other directions were also stabbed by spears in arm-thick blood holes in the shouts of the spear battalion.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen warriors were gone, and the Ming army, which had always been known for its cowardice, in front of everyone, did not lose a single person. Still flat-ended with the spear in his hand, he looked at himself with a hot face, without the slightest intention of retreating.

In the face of this change, the murderous aura on the follow-up Tartar's face that had just been aroused by Niu Lu Zhangjing quickly disappeared, and was replaced by a trace of panic from the heart.

As the old saying goes, everyone is afraid of death...

Knowing that jumping off the trench is to send him to death, if he continues to jump off the trench, it is not bravery, it is stupidity.

Although these Tartars in front of them are not fully civilized, they will still do the multiple-choice question between life and death.

So, when the spear battalion was full of blood, the more brave side than them came out. The rest of the Tartars were frightened, and regardless of the constant roar of the Tooth Lama and Niu Lu Zhangjing, they turned around and jumped off the earthen wall, trying to find their horses to retreat.

The occurrence of a series of mutations in front of him also caught Niu Lu Zhangjing off guard.

Although he was unwilling. However, when he saw that there were few soldiers left in the entire Niulu, he compromised.

In order to leave some seeds for his own cattle record, he had to order loudly with a suffocated face.

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