The C team of the Xuanfeng battalion was on the verge of collapse, and the thousands of cloth-clothed peasants who poured up were not a problem, and if the formation was tight, how many such peasants would come would be tantamount to sending them to death. However, the flintlock pikemen of the Guards battalion were covering them, and Li Zhiyuan tried to lead his team to destroy them several times, but was dragged by waves of intruding soldiers.

Unlike those who serve as soldiers just to get paid, as a team officer, Li Zhiyuan is convinced that the Xuanfeng battalion is invincible. The surging crowd rushed through the gap opened by the flintlock salvo, and in the face of an overwhelmingly superior enemy, Team C's formation was torn apart more and more unshaped, and it was difficult to recover.

Another volley came, and the team did not even return fire this time, because the riflemen of the Selector Battalion also began to fight with the intruders, and fortunately, perhaps fortunately, the enemy soldiers had extended from both flanks, and the fire of the flank guards battalion was blocked by their own men. It's just that this also made those undetermined soldiers even more frustrated, and Li Zhiyuan's subordinates who lacked a sufficient sense of honor just to eat their salaries began to break away from the formation and retreat.

There are fewer and fewer people around Li Zhiyuan, each of them has to deal with five or six intruders, and if they are not careful, they will be grabbed by their legs and feet, and they will be overturned to the ground, and even some fruit leaders will begin to turn around and run away.

"We are invincible white-feathered soldiers......"

Li Zhiyuan roared angrily, stabbed his sword into the chest of the enemy in front of him, and then flew up and kicked the corpse out. Another enemy soldier rushed forward to stab him, Li Zhiyuan ignored this useless attack at all, and slashed down the thief with a sword. Li Zhiyuan had practiced martial arts for many years, and he never believed that the peasants could pose any threat to him, even if it was a large group, he was not afraid.

“…… We are the Chosen Battalion for Killing Thieves and Protecting the People......"

Starting from Jia Minghe to Homer, the successive battalion commanders of the Xuanfeng Battalion will not forget to tell their subordinates the oath that General Zhang Pan took when he created this battalion, Li Zhiyuan's sword is as fast as a sword, and every time he swings a sword, there will be a thief screaming and falling, and in the blink of an eye, there are corpses of enemies all around him. Li Zhiyuan, who became more and more brave in the war, stabbed another enemy with a sword in his right hand, and at the same time drew his sword, his left fist swung in the face of the thief who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, and the iron fist suddenly flew with blood.

With another sword, the next enemy's right arm was cut off at the shoulder, and before Li Zhiyuan could put away his sword, the thief suddenly jumped over, grabbed Li Zhiyuan's left arm with his remaining arm, and opened his mouth to bite his left hand.

The teeth were bitten on the iron glove, Li Zhiyuan didn't feel any pain, he shook it hard but didn't break away, the thief had bitten his mouth full of blood but refused to let go. Li Zhiyuan cut off his head with a backhand sword, and hit him a few times hard, finally throwing off the human head.

When Li Zhiyuan raised his head again, he suddenly saw another enemy standing in front of him, this enemy was wearing a blue cloth coat, wearing the standard hat of the guard battalion, raising the flintlock rifle in his hand to his eyes, closing one eye and carefully aiming at Li Zhiyuan who was close at hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the center of the eyes hidden behind the mighty armor.

This soldier of the Guards Battalion wearing straw sandals was not outstanding, and he stood in front of Li Zhiyuan, who was tall and tall, and was covered in brilliant armor, as if he had just reached the neck of this tower-like man. The soldiers of the Guards battalion looked up at their target, and their fingers had already pulled the trigger......

“…… We are the immortal army admired by all peoples. ”

Before Li Zhiyuan could say the last sentence, the sound of muskets had already sounded, and at the same time, there was a contemptuous evaluation: "Dog officers and soldiers." ”

……

"Gather the troops."

After seeing that the new troops who had detoured from the flank were repulsed, Xu Ping immediately ordered all the troops to be pulled back, in addition to letting the soldiers of the Guards Battalion control the friendly forces, he also ordered Chi Shude to dispatch immediately: "Stop all the people, don't attack." ”

"General Jia probably doesn't have much strength left, but I'm sure he still has some strength left." Except for Chi Shude's cavalry, Xu Ping has no reserves in his hands, and if the Ming army launches a counterattack again, or if a certain front is in crisis, Xu Ping has no way to solve it.

The battle here on the frontal battlefield continued, and the corpses of the Ming soldiers in front of the second trench had been piled up into a small wall, and the Ming army's musketeers had arrived in front of the trench and began to shoot at the intruders.

"My lord, artillery."

Zhou Dongtian pointed to the distance and shouted, Xu Ping moved the telescope over, and saw that the two cannons were being pushed by a team of Ming troops. Xu Ping only glanced at it twice, then turned his attention back to the front of the battlefield and said nonchalantly: "They came too late. ”

As time passed, the Ming offensive became more and more weak, and hundreds of Ming musketeers were knocked down in the pile of corpses in the counterfire.

"There's still room for the selection camp." Xu Ping has been patiently counting the troops dispatched by the other party, although the Ming army's offensive has begun to stop, Xu Ping knows that it is far from the time to counterattack: "Xiying, what's going on there?" ”

……

"The thief still hasn't appeared." Wei Wu became more and more uneasy: "He should have arrived a long time ago." ”

"Could it be that Jia Shuai has already started a fight with him?" Wei Landu looked at the intrusive army on the opposite side, although they were still retreating, they had recovered from the chaos, and now they were facing the two battalions of the new army after the merger on one side, and they were no longer embarrassed just now.

"Jia Shuai can't go so fast." Wei Wu didn't think it was right: "Could it be that Xu Ping ran away as soon as he heard that he was beaten here?" Well, this rat did this kind of thing. ”

"Xu Ping wouldn't just leave his allies and run away like this." Wei Landu shook his head and said, "If he really thinks so, why do he have so many troops here?" ”

"Alas," his subordinates gradually became tired, Wei Wu was still unable to make up his mind, and seeing that Wei Landu was also hesitant, he comforted himself: "If Xu Ping didn't run, he would come sooner or later, if he did, then these thieves in front of him had already fallen into our net, and they were not in a hurry for this moment." ”

……

Looking at the chaotic right flank of the invading army in the distance, Jia Minghe estimated that the soldiers with hats who were trying to maintain order were Xu Ping's descendants, and more than 100 cavalry of the invading army were also doing the same thing. They were unguarded, unprepared for battle, pulling each other in no formation.

But Jia Minghe only had one squad left in his hands, would they be able to repel the thousands of invading troops and sweep Xu Ping's front? He didn't have full confidence in this, this was the last bet, if he threw it, then Jia Minghe would lose all his battlefield control ability, and he could only watch the development of the battle situation.

"Courage can come anytime, anywhere, but equipment doesn't."

This is what Jia Minghe has heard from the mouth of Zhendonghou more than once, Zhendonghou also takes hatred very lightly, and once commented to his subordinates: "Hatred can only be smashed in front of steel." ”

Jia Minghe agreed with this sentence very much, but He Baodao, who has always liked to go against adults, jumped out and asked: "Then if steel strikes, what should you say about courage?" If it is the same equipment and full of hatred, won't it have the advantage? ”

He Baodao's question was also a question in Jia Minghe's heart, and at that time, Zhendonghou stretched out a hand to show his subordinates disappreciably: "Five fingers are not ordinary?" How can the equipment be the same? How to make our people better equipped is the right thing, don't think nonsense. ”

Although the Guards Battalion stopped most of them, it did not stop everyone.

"Kill the officers and soldiers!"

A voice came from afar, and a small group of intruding cavalry came towards the banner of the Jia Ming River, led by a middle-aged man with a short stature and a large sword, followed by seven or eight people. The squad of cavalry had rushed halfway through the road in the blink of an eye, and Jia Minghe saw that the leader had a round face, two small round eyes, and a round mouth. Behind him, large and small, one of them with a spear in his hand, followed closely behind the leader, and rushed fearlessly towards the impregnable column of the Elective Battalion.

"Kill the officers and soldiers!"

The leader shouted again, and Jia Minghe had an illusion, as if he heard a loud shout: "Kill Jiannu!" Many years ago, he held Ma Shuo tightly and followed his father-in-law every step - the father-in-law who picked up Jia Minghe back to the city on the outskirts of Lushun, healed his leg injury, and taught him equestrian and swordsmanship. As his father-in-law shouted, Jia Minghe didn't want to follow him and rushed to the White Flag Army Formation.

With a slight wave of his hand, Homer beside Jia Minghe burst out of the crowd of ten flintlock musketeers from the Selective Battalion who had been selected for their marksmanship, raising their rifles in unison and closing their eyes sideways at the rushing enemy horsemen.

"Fire!"

When the gun rang out, Jia Minghe clearly saw that the middle-aged thief at the head was splashed with blood everywhere, and the big knife flew out of the hand of the short and fat thief, drawing a large arc in mid-air and falling straight to the ground; And the thief, as if he had seen something strange, had a pair of small eyes that widened wider, his mouth opened wide and silently, and he had an expression of astonishment that could not be spoken, and his arms were waving wildly in the air, as if he were drowning in his last struggle.

The round thief rolled off the saddle, several people behind him fell with him, and the remaining few lost the courage to impact, Jia Minghe saw the young man who was still holding a spear just now with a resolute face, suddenly strangled the horse, looked back at the fat man, and let out a mournful cry: "big! ”

Jia Minghe knew that Ganda was the meaning of godfather in Shaanxi dialect, and at the same time that the thief fell off the horse and the young man shouted, he couldn't help but read in a voice that only he could hear: "Father-in-law." ”

The spear infantry of the Selector Battalion ran in small steps, and four young thieves who had lost their fighting spirit rode back to their leader, and the young man with the spear dropped his spear and jumped off his horse to help his godfather's body. The other three turned their heads and looked at the approaching Ming army, and suddenly shouted in unison: "......, take the big go!" ”

"Seventh, eighth, take your father-in-law away."

A voice sounded in Jia Minghe's ears, the eight righteous sons of the father-in-law, the eight righteous brothers including Jia Minghe, only he and Pu Guanshui survived, and the remaining six brothers all died to cover their escape from the battlefield. After winning the Battle of Nanguan, Jia Minghe found his brothers through the clothes on the corpses, which were six headless corpses, and their heads were missing—Jia Minghe was never seen again.

The three young thieves whirreted their weapons and shouted to meet the Ming army, while the fourth picked up the stocky corpse and struggled to climb onto the mount waiting on the side. When the two thieves were mercilessly stabbed down by the Ming army, the one on the horse pulled the whip off fiercely, and at the same time looked back at the brother who was still fighting for the last time.

The last broken thief was stabbed by several spears at the same time, and he abandoned his weapon and clutched the two spears that were stabbed in his chest one by one, as if he wanted to buy his brother a little time one last time.

The Ming army crossed the side of the thief, and the horse in front of them ran, pulling the Ming spearmen who were in hot pursuit by one step, two steps, and three steps......

Behind the spearmen were the riflemen of the Selective Battalion, who again closed their eyes and aimed, and then fired a volley......

The blood mist rose from his back, and the corpse in the hands of the young thief, like the big knife in the hand of the previous owner of the corpse, drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground, and the thief's arms were wide open, his body leaned forward first, and then bent backwards, and an upside-down onion fell from behind the horse, his mouth was also wide open, and he was not able to make any sound, and his eyes were also round.

The Ming soldiers who had already cut off the heads of the first few thieves grabbed two steps and cut off the last two heads together and brought them back. The team officer walked up to Jia Ming's hippopotamus and bowed, and reported politely: "Dashuai, our team has beheaded the eighth level." ”

- Adults are right, courage, always smash in front of steel.

Jia Minghe didn't answer, and when he saw the young man fall off the horse, he suddenly felt a sour feeling in his nose......

At this time, Xu Ping had completed the gathering of troops, and the battle situation returned to the track he expected. The threat from the flanks had been lifted, and the Guards battalion was concentrating on the Ming army behind the low wall.

"Dashuai." He Ma clenched his fists with both hands and asked Jia Minghe to ask for help, planning to put the last infantry into the attack: "The last general will personally lead the team to rush and kill, and he will definitely be able to kill Xu Thief without leaving a piece of armor." ”

- Courage will always be smashed in front of steel.

Jia Minghe tightened his mouth: "Retreat!" ”

Despite Homer's opposition, Jaminhe's orders were conveyed to the letter.

……

The Ming soldiers began to retreat, and the firepower of the return fire became thinner and thinner, and soon they retreated to the outermost trench, while the Ming army behind bent down to avoid the fire of the invading army, and began to move away from the invading army's battle line, only the fighting in the second trench continued.

"Have you finally decided to give up?" Xu Ping let out a long sigh, he knew very well the feeling—the feeling of having to abandon his subordinates and companions. However, if the Ming army insists on not retreating, they will eventually shed their blood here.

Now Xu Ping's reserve force consisted of hundreds of spearmen and flintlock musketeers, who were waiting for Xu Ping's orders, and they were all eagerly waiting to return to the battle, and the staff officers around them also cast inquiring eyes.

Xu Ping stared at the enemy army on the opposite side and shook his head: "The Xuanfeng battalion still has some strength left. ”

- I'm afraid that's all for today

There were two cannon sounds in the distance, the fire was very far away from the battlefield, and the shells didn't know where they flew, Xu Ping seemed to be able to feel the anger of the gunners from the sound of the Ming army's artillery. The retreat of the Ming army has become a foregone conclusion, and the two guns that have worked hard to get to the battlefield must immediately return the same way, as if to prove Xu Ping's judgment, after two sounds, the Ming artillery will no longer fire.

……

The battle continued, there was a fierce exchange of fire ahead, and the Jaming River was like a granite sculpture, riding motionless, because the sappers had been left to the Chizhuo battalion, and the artillery had come too late, and the first two guns had to start turning back at once, and the other guns that were still on the road had already sent people to convey the new order, otherwise it would be difficult for the sapper battalion to transport all these heavy guys to the north bank before sunset.

The staff officers were busy turning Jia Minghe's determination into concrete action orders, and between this busy group of people and Jia Minghe was Homa, the commander of the Election Battalion, who was still begging and pleading.

"Dashuai, we still have brothers in front, and there are brothers in front of us." Homer was so anxious that his voice was out of tune, if the Ming army could not occupy the battlefield, then all the wounded soldiers who could not move would be abandoned; If they don't put in the reserves, then the soldiers in front will have to retreat under the fire of the intruding army: "Marshal, how can we let the wounded brother fall into the hands of the intruders?" ”

- Twenty-five years ago, adults and Zhang were only in their early twenties, and I was only a teenager, and they were so young that they had no scruples to ridicule the old-fashioned Liaoxi generals, and disdained the seemingly invincible and powerful enemy. Alas, it's really like yesterday, today, I don't feel that I'm old, I'm still energetic, I think I'm still vibrant, but a group of people as young as the adults and Zhang have stood opposite us, openly laughing at us, and treating our invincible prestige as nothing. In those days, our enemies were battle-hardened, and our soldiers had the determination to die; Now, our soldiers are well-trained and well-armed, and our enemies have the courage to die......

"Dashuai, the last general will definitely be able to rush down the general banner of Xu Thief, Dashuai, let the last general lead the charge."

- My lord said that our Immortal Army has only been trained for three months, but we must fight and win against the battle-hardened captives; My lord said that most of our soldiers were peasants who had just laid down their hoes, but they had to learn how to defeat the most powerful of enemies; My lord has said that no matter how dangerous the road ahead is, we will definitely be able to achieve the final victory, because our victory is the wish of all people, the destiny of heaven, and the destiny! The Immortal Army, blessed by all the people and favored by the Mandate of Heaven, is invincible and invincible......

"Dashuai, if he doesn't succeed, the last general will never come back alive to see Dashuai."

- Only four or five thousand people under Xu Ping are more disciplined, and the rest are still rabble. Concentrating the two battalions of Chizhuo, Shanlan and other friendly troops, our army still has an advantage, but I don't know how effective the Western Thieves are. Xu Ping, the battle is far from over, and there will be a period later.

"Retreat!"

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