The axle drove the tender green grass into the mud, and a thin soldier hunched over and pierced the spear with an ash rod through the gap in the axle.

"Thorn, stab," the team shouted a slogan to a rhythm.

An axe slashed fiercely at the junction of the Wuhan Iron and Steel Vehicle, and there was a "clang" sound, and the heavy inertia of the giant axe pressed the two Wuhan Iron and Steel Vehicles that were closely connected together, and the iron chains at the interface sparked.

The flint queue behind the "bang" came the sound of a neat explosion of gunpowder.

The lead smashed through the tent of the Wuhan Iron and Steel Vehicle, and the black tarpaulin tent was full of holes, and the soybean-sized pores reminded people of the acne on the face of smallpox patients.

The lead struck and slid away on the Jurchen's heavy iron shield, and the sound of "poof" was endless. The deflated lead from the impact was scattered on the dirt surface around the Wuhan Iron and Steel Vehicle, like a circle of migrating ants

"Thorn, thorn"

The thin soldier played with his waist, and across a Wuhan steel car, he saw countless thick thighs dangling in front of him. He drew his spear back like a spear in the river at the door of his home, his shoulders sank, and the spear scurried over, biting a thigh like a poisonous snake.

"Ahh

He heard screams close at hand.

"I'm hit," he shouted excitedly, turning his head to the team.

The team looked over, and instead of showing the approving look as the soldier expected, but the angry eyes seemed to be about to erupt into flames, and scolded, "Damn, pull it out"

The thin soldier felt a sinking in his hand, and a strong force hit the barrel of the gun, he turned around, and looked at the bottom of the Wuhan Iron and Steel car to see a pair of big black hands holding the head of the ash gun.

The two of them were pulled across the sturdy Wuhan Iron and Steel Car, and the soldier's body suddenly rushed forward, and his body hit the Wuhan Iron and Steel Car, and his palm was hot and painful, as if he had been slashed by a Qi knife.

Separated by three or four people, the team was shouting: "Let go"

The soldier stuck his whole body on the Wuhan Iron and Steel car, and helplessly felt the ash rod get out of his hand.

The team was furious and scolded: "It's the first time you've been on the battlefield, look at how you got into the regular soldiers with that skinny monkey look." ”

"Bang"

Another loud bang.

The Wuhan Iron and Steel cart, which formed a long dragon, shook violently, and the giant axe cut the iron chain

The team ignored the soldier and pulled out a yellow pennant from his back and shook it back.

"The car formation is about to break"

Chinese Army.

A white-bearded general with a solemn face bowed his hand to Li Zhi'an: "General, the Jurchens are really here this time" He is the veteran of the Tianxiong Army, Tang Poshan, a native of Hebei. Li Zhi'an's bones were his old subordinates brought out from the Tianxiong Army.

Li Zhian stroked the sparse beard on his chin, did not speak, and quietly looked into the distance.

The car array is like an iron hoop guarding the dense Ming army formation, just like the Great Wall that once guarded the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

Beyond the chariot array was an open field, where the corpses of horses and men were scattered on the green grass, becoming denser and denser from far to near, and by the time they reached the front of the chariot array, they were already piled up

Just as the Jurchens broke through the Great Wall, the cavalry formed a column and stormed three points on the chariot formation. Ao Bai is indeed a fierce general of the Eight Banners, and his name is well deserved.

Li Zhi'an saw a dark brown axe rise behind the Wuhan Iron and Steel car.

"Bang"

The formation of chariots was broken, and pikemen were piling up in the gaps.

Tang Poshan couldn't help it, and hesitated: "General, do you want to ask the camp for help?" ”

As soon as the gap was broken, the Ming army phalanx would be completely exposed to the cavalry of the Qing captives. They are not a soldier of the army, and the various departments are not so skilled in the use of firearms.

Looking at the posture of the Qing cavalry today, the bloody battle will begin here.

"That's not right," Li Zhi'an was puzzled, "If Ji'er Harang wants to eat me, he shouldn't just let Aobai a cavalry appear." ”

The Ming army has been trying to advance towards the city of Huai'an. In the past month, the two sides seem to have reached a tacit understanding, and every time the army meets, it seems that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, both sides can maintain restraint at the last moment.

Today, the first hour of Ao Bai is still normal, and then I don't know how to suddenly force.

"The car formation is broken, if the cavalry of the Qingyu brigade outflanks us, we will be in danger, here is more than ten miles away from the main camp, and four legs are faster than two."

Tang Poshan is over half a hundred years old, he has fought all his life, there have been victories and defeats, and he has considered the problem very carefully, otherwise he would not have been left by Li Zhi'an's side.

"Ask for help from the main camp"

After the wolf's howling horn sounded through the fertile field, Aobai's clairvoyant mirror barely left his eyes.

The clairvoyant mirror is really a good thing, and the battlefield five or six miles away is like being born in a place that can be reached out.

While observing the battlefield, he scolded in his heart: "The Han people use this kind of novelty, if you don't use a bird gun, different iron cannons, one Jurchen can fight ten Han people." ”

"The car formation is broken, the car formation is broken," the guards beside him stretched out their fingers and cheered in the distance. He saw the attacking Jurchen cavalry pouring into a gap, and someone dragging the Han chariot aside.

Ao Bai took the clairvoyant mirror into his arms and pulled out the heavy knife hanging on his waist: "Attack"

The cavalry in a line in the fertile field moved, and the horses neighed and rushed towards the torn chariot formation.

The Jurchen catharsis overturned the chariot of the Ming army, and the axle pressed against the corpse of his companion. Those lying on the grass - perhaps no longer called corpses, are more appropriately called meat puree.

The rubble of the tiger cannon tore open the chest cavity of the Jurchens, and the bright red heart was covered with the black ash of gunpowder. A warrior who was blown away by an iron ball and was still wailing.

When he came near, his heart was bleeding. In order to break through the chariot formation of the Ming army, he paid nearly a thousand Jurchen warriors. Those are the real Jurchens, and now they can only rely on the Jurchens to fight a tough battle.

He raised his right arm aloft and pointed the arc of the knife at the midday sun: "Kill them"

The Jurchen cavalry shot arrows around a hedgehog-like phalanx. From time to time, iron balls fell from the sky, smashing them and their men and horses into the dirt.

Li Zhi'an pushed them too close, and the Ming army did not carry enough iron cannons

Feathered arrows are like locusts, layer by layer to open the solid spear forest. The frequency of firing from the self-bird gun was not as high as that of the skilled Jurchen archers.

Ao Bai flaunted his power on the periphery, and so many people died, if he couldn't break through this line of defense, even if Zilharang didn't pursue it after he returned, he would have no shame to live again

The emaciated soldier clenched the barrel of the ash gun with trembling hands, and his companions to his left and right, who were much stronger than him, fell.

The "Don't move, don't escape" team was shuttling through the phalanx with a Qi knife, his voice was hoarse, and two arrows were stuck in the thick armor of his right shoulder. In just two quarters of an hour, thirty percent of the hundred men under his command had been lost.

"The formation is not allowed to move, and if you die, you must die in the same place"

The emaciated soldier had forgotten the movements that he had practiced thousands of times on weekdays, and the ash gun in his hand pointed at the sky lonely and stubbornly.

There was a commotion in the back, and the team was turning around, and saw the blue flags clustered around the red flags coming from the Chinese army. He breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the somewhat loose main formation, and shouted: "Concentrate, move left"

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