The barbarian infantry commander in the middle of the line erupted into a wild roar, and the soldiers around him seemed to be infected, spreading the order by expanding the source of the sound, and soon turned into a tsunami-like battle cry that spread throughout the infantry array.

The infantry commander was very experienced, and the final dash was about two hundred meters. Doing so will ensure that you have enough inertial strength to break through the front row of the halberd's defenses, and that your soldiers will be able to maintain enough stamina.

The barbarian with his shield in both hands lunged forward like a rolling rock.

"Fire!"

The white general gave the order to shoot.

Suddenly, the entire phalanx was filled with gunsmoke, spewing fire from the muzzles of countless arquebuses, and a thick white smoke was rising. This is characteristic of the burning of crude gunpowder, and too thick smoke can obscure the view, and it is difficult to fire continuously at the target in such a situation, unless it is a highly trained soldier.

As the round lead bullet came out of its chamber under the force of a strong thrust, the first row of white musketeers retreated in an orderly manner according to their usual training movements, and the second row stepped upward, leveled the muskets, and pulled the trigger directly in front of the smoke.

There is no need to aim at such times, and it is impossible to aim at all. Compared with traditional cold weapons, the advantages of arquebuses are self-evident, and the weaknesses are equally obvious, and the slow frequency of fire can easily keep infantry close to the attack. The whites of this era may not know what a "three-stage strike" is, but they took the same array shooting to the extreme———— five rows of musketeers alternated between front and back, firing about five seconds apart, and with the halberd soldiers in the front row, the whole array became a mutated hedgehog with a solid carapace.

The bullets hit the shield like a storm, making a hail-like "crackling" explosion. Compared to the period of Cold Weapon War in the era of civilization, the appearance of the heavy tower shield, which is more than three meters in length, has changed, and it is no longer a straight steel plate, but bends from the middle, forming an obtuse angle that protrudes forward.

When Tianhao saw this style of tower shield for the first time, he couldn't help but secretly admire.

This is real inclined armor. On the horizontal firing surface, the thickness of the 50 mm steel plate is inclined to the enemy, the defense will increase with the change of inclination, and at the same time it can also produce a rebound effect, affected by factors such as force and angle, arrows and bullets have a high chance of sliding off the surface of this shield, if you want to penetrate, you need a thicker caliber, more powerful heavy rifle.

The musket fire was so dense that, although most of the lead bullets were blocked by the shields, there were still sporadic bullets that pierced through the gaps between the towers and shields, hitting the barbarian warriors who were running wildly. They screamed and fell backwards, and the rest of them didn't care whether their companions lived or died, either stepping over or trampling directly, and the real target was ahead.

"Kill it!" The infantry commander let out a deafening roar again.

As if from the depths of the sea with a monstrous tsunami pushed by a hurricane, the tall and heavy tower shield was fiercely loaded with halberds, and the metal friction erupted that made the scalp tingle. Screaming, screaming, yelling...... A chaotic clash of weapons followed, and the five-story array of halberders was torn through more than a dozen holes, and although the white soldiers had a clear understanding of the barbarian power, they were still shocked by the beastly and ferocious heavy shieldmen.

These terrible giants are fearless of life and death, they are like a group of brainless idiots, holding shields in both hands, rushing forward like powerful steam rollers, forcibly breaking away from the sharp tips of their guns, and grinding their way through countless screams and blood.

The shield was their weapon, and the hands were clenched, and when they had lost the inertial force of the impact, they swung it from side to side, and the white soldier was no different from the building blocks in the face of this savage force, and the scene was shocking, like a grumpy child who ravaged the dwarfed toy soldier in the most unreasonable way.

The long knife hand cooperated tacitly, and quickly widened the passage behind the heavy shield soldiers. The sharp blade slashed straight down from the air, easily breaking through the armor of the white halberd's hand, and his height and strength had an absolute advantage in hand-to-hand combat, and the seemingly heavy gun array lost its defensive ability in an instant.

"We won!" Seeing this scene, the commander standing beside Tianhao looked excited, clenched his fists hard, and let out a loud laugh.

The barbarian soldiers who had been stationed at Suolong Pass for a long time were familiar with this kind of scene. As soon as the white guns broke, the whole battle was no longer in suspense, and the musketeers had no hand-to-hand combat ability, and although their highly trained soldiers could reduce the shooting time to twenty seconds, they could not stop the wolf-like barbarian infantry. The remaining question is just how many white-skinned heads can be cut off in this battle, and how much loot can be brought back?

Liao Qiu had been to Suolong Pass before and had witnessed a similar battle with his own eyes. He smiled and reached out and patted Tianhao's shoulder, very excited: "The white devil is not our opponent, we won again." ”

Tianhao's expression was solemn, and he shook his head slowly: "You guys are happy too early...... Not ...... yet"

Liao Qiu looked at him unexpectedly: "Why?" ”

"The white man's array did not collapse." Tianhao pointed to the tragic and chaotic battlefield in the distance: "Under normal circumstances, the defensive array has been broken through to such an extent, it is impossible to maintain it at all. Morale is something that must be maintained with courage, but not everyone can be a warrior. No one in the white skin retreated, and both the halberders and musketeers fought back desperately. Look there, they drew their daggers...... It's so weird, it's not normal. ”

Liao Qiu and the commander understood what he meant.

The war dead will make the living feel fearful, and even the strongest person will be sharpened and lose the will to fight in the face of defeat and death. This is the influence of the general trend, soldiers have their own understanding of the direction of the battle, too many comrades around them will lead to a loss of confidence, unwinnable battles are meaningless, bravery is not in vain, the vast majority of people will turn and run away when the battle is lost, instead of stubbornly resisting like a madman.

"It's strange that no one has fled, not even the musketeers." Tian Hao repeated what he had said before, his eyes full of confusion, and he muttered to himself, "Those white people...... If I'm not mistaken, they weren't like this before. ”

At this moment, the three commanders standing on the top of the city wall also saw the problem.

"Why didn't they run away?"

"It wasn't like this before, the battle reached this level, and the whites had already begun to retreat, but now that no one has run, are they all crazy?"

"Could it be that the attack is not strong enough?"

Hu Yongxian's brows furrowed, although he didn't have Tianhao's terrifying enhanced vision, he could still tell that the cavalry harassment had not worked through the changes in the white army formation in the distance. They attacked from both flanks and were repulsed by the white musketeers who were on standby. This was done to ensure that the infantry attacking in the frontal direction was not disturbed, and that the white reinforcements were held back in a limited time.

The white man's array has not changed, and the commander he has appointed is also excellent, and both the style of play and the pace of attack are no different from the past. The only difference is these white soldiers. It is difficult for even elite warriors who have been through a lot of battles to do this, not to mention that it is impossible for the white people to put together so many warriors who are not afraid of death, let alone put them on the front line as attrition.

Time does not stand still because of personal thoughts.

In just a few minutes, the tide of the battle had changed.

Although the white soldiers were inferior in height and physique, they were outnumbered, and the total number of halberders and musketeers in the entire column exceeded 40,000. Although the front defense was breached, no one fled. The barbarian warriors who had the courage to rush forward began to feel the pressure, and they were surprised to find that these white men were so crazy, especially the officers, that in the confusion they had gathered and organized groups of musketeers, and fired indiscriminately at the places where the fighting was most intense.

They even kill their own people!

This tyrannical behavior will provoke a mutiny on the battlefield!

However, the reality was so strange that even if the white halberd soldier was shot by a lead bullet coming from behind, no one looked back in that direction. They dragged out the barbarian warriors with all kinds of weapons, slashed with short swords, stabbed with broken spears, and those without weapons simply opened their arms to hold on to their opponents, opening their mouths to bite wherever they could reach them.

The infantry commander slashed a human head with his backhand, roared and raised his long knife to slash at a white man who rushed towards him, the mighty force tore through the armor, slanted down from the shoulder, and broke a wound more than thirty centimeters long, but the man did not say a word, his hands clenched the blade of the knife stuck on the bone, staring at a pair of red eyes, and confronting the commander like a hungry wolf.

The commander gripped the handle of the knife and shook it vigorously twice, but the blade did not move. Even the most sluggish person could sense that something was wrong, so he immediately let go of the hilt, drew his short sword with his backhand, roared wildly, and hurriedly gave the order: "Everyone retreat, let's go back." ”

He has been in Suolong Pass for more than ten years, fought dozens of battles, large and small, and has never seen such a fierce white soldier who is not afraid of death.

What's even more terrifying is that there is more than one such guy, in groups.

Do they have brains?

Are they really not afraid of death?

Resolute obedience to orders was the tradition of the barbarian army, and whether they wanted it or not, the barbarian soldiers covered each other and began to retreat. Blood and screams floated over the battlefield, no one would abandon their partners at such a time, they pulled the wounded from the ground, and the rest formed a defense behind them, the white soldiers could not have missed such an opportunity, they quickly recovered from the chaos and pounced viciously.

There was a terrible whistling sound in the air, and the retreating barbarian warriors raised their shields to cover their heads, a projectile from a distance by a white crossbowman, but the timing and scale of the shot were astonishing———— bows and crossbows were much faster than muskets, but not as powerful as lead bullets. In previous wars, white crossbowmen existed only as cover units, and never before did they follow and shoot as they do now.

The reason is very simple: when the two armies are chasing, it is difficult to distinguish the boundary between friend and foe, and the probability of a large-scale projectile hitting one's own side by mistake is very high, causing casualties in vain.

The rain of arrows falling from the sky was dense and swift, and the musketeers in the rear lined up the whole line, and they trotted closely behind the barbarian infantry, pulling the trigger on the pursuing halberders and the enemy in front.

Liao Qiu stood on the city wall and felt his hands cold, shocked and angry: "Why did they even kill their own people?" ”

Tianhao's voice was very calm: "They are exchanging seeds, two for one, or even three for one." Even such a proportion can be considered a profit for white people. ”

He knew it was scary.

The difference in population between the north and south of the mainland is too great, and although it is cruel to exchange heads for heads, it is extremely safe.

Below the city, the cavalry commander had already led the horse team to turn around and attack the white crossbowmen, who were also protected by halberders.

1,000 cavalry, 3,000 infantry, give up the small to protect the big, this account will be calculated by anyone.

The northern barbarians have never been afraid of the warriors who retreated to the death.

There was chaos when the dragon was closed.

"Why didn't the commander give the order for reinforcements?"

"Open the gates, we must go out and get our people back."

"You're crazy, who would dare to go out without an order?"

"Attention archers, as long as those damn whites are in range, shoot me hard!"

The noise was extremely noisy, everyone was expressing their opinions, and all the people present were professional soldiers, and no one was talking nonsense at such a time.

As long as the infantry retreats to the city, the ballistas and archers set up on the ridges and heads of the city can ensure the safety of the defenders, and stop the pursuers with heavy long-range fire.

The brutal and eerie killing came to an end half an hour later.

1,306 infantry, 427 cavalry, and 4 wounded, these are all the barbarian warriors who fled back to the Lock Dragon Pass.

Both the infantry commander and the cavalry commander were killed. They did not forget their duty and left the chance of survival to others.

Almost no of the wounded were due to the relentless pursuit of the white soldiers, who paid at least more than 10,000 men from the beginning to the end of the battle. This figure is summed up by the various observation posts, and there must be an error, and the wounded and the dead should be split evenly, and a significant part of them died at their own hands.

Hu Yongxian looked coldly at the white soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield in the distance. They sorted out the barbarian dead from the piles of corpses, carried them with special long poles more than five meters in length, and erected them in crowded places, causing bursts of cheers.

The use of the dead to demonstrate the strength of the victor is a common practice between the warring parties. The barbarians did this to the whites, and there were more white-skinned corpses hanging on the walls of the city at that time, densely packed.

Eagle Zhenquan spewed out a strong turbid breath from his nostrils, and his voice was cold: "They have fought to that extent, and they have fought to the death...... What the hell is going on? ”

Shi Zhenghao squinted his eyes and looked into the distance for a long time, and said slowly: "It's the banner of the Golden Lily Kingdom, and they are the vanguard. ”

Hu Yongxian did not see death without help. As a commander-in-chief, you must be in control. At that time, there were two troops in the rear of the white army formation, and if Suolong Pass sent reinforcements, it would inevitably turn into a big battle between the two armies. Although the barbarian army has the advantage of terrain and has intensive fire from bows and ballistas, the white man's artillery is almost finished, and long-range to long-range will only cause greater casualties.