The spear army surged forward with the calm cries of the soldiers, and stabbed viciously at the enemy.

The Jurchen barbarians who can stand close to the military formation and shoot arrows are all absolute elites, and the last time are the white-armored soldiers of each Niu Lu, and even Niu Lu Ezhen, who is wearing two or even three layers of heavy armor, leads the team forward. They bent their bows and fired furiously to no avail, and the spears on the opposite side stabbed into front of them like poisonous snakes.

Under the strengthening of the military formation, the tip of each spear was full of green light. After carrying the enemy's heavy arrows at close range, the soldiers in the formation suddenly burst into courage, and they already knew that they did not need to be afraid, so they only had to fight.

"Brothers, go on, tie Jiannu into skewers."

Rows of spears launched a thrust, and the Jurchen barbarians standing a few meters away couldn't dodge and were immediately stabbed through. The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the leather armor and cotton armor, pulling the fabric that the barbarians wore close to their bodies, and piercing them in one go.

The spike was like a wave, advancing row after row. Every time he took a step forward, he stabbed hard, and the barbarians standing on the opposite side all fell to the ground or retreated in terror.

The Jurchen archers were quickly swept away, and Sakhalian behind them had already led the team to rush up. The axe-wielding general stepped forward with a roar of rage, swept the blade of the axe, and a wave of black sharp edges slashed through the forest of spears. Several spears were cut off by him, and the sharp edge slashed and cut down several spear soldiers in the front row in one go.

A soldier's arm was cut off at elbows, and the armor on his chest was also torn open with a large bloody gap, and the blood could not stop flowing outward. He immediately fell to the ground, his arm on the ground. But with his other hand, he still clutched his spear, maintaining a posture of diagonally forward. The spearmen in the back row jumped past the fallen soldier and stabbed Sakharen with a loud shout.

Sakhalian swung his axe again, and several spears came into view. Before he could retract the axe, the spiritual power of the talisman was being rapidly consumed, and the friction sound of metal hitting the heavy armor on his body came from it. He had just struck a blow, but he fought with all his might, hoping to cut down a large area, but only a few soldiers in the front row fell.

What if the front row fell, the soldiers in the back row rushed up without fear of death.

"These guys are so well armoured." Sakha was furious, he rounded his axe and slashed again, but the defense of the military formation in front of him was thicker. With all his strength, he felt more condensed, his strength declined faster, and there were fewer people who were cut down this time. The third row of people poured up again. One by one, the spears stabbed fearlessly, stabbed like crazy.

Sahareven felt a pain in his chest, only to realize that his body-protecting spiritual power had been polished, and the armor he wore with three layers had also been stabbed, and a spear had already pierced his ribs into his chest and abdomen.

At the same time, the Jurchen infantry that had followed Sahalian was also slashing at the Guards with their spears and broadswords. Both sides are fighting desperately, exchanging battle losses with spear after spear.

This confrontation shows that the two sides are very different.

There are many cultivators in the Jurchen infantry formation, and the momentum is strong and heavy, and every blow is extremely terrifying. But their opponents were protected by military formations, and they were all wearing heavy armor and iron helmets. If the Jurchen infantry wanted to inflict damage, they had to use all their strength, and they had to aim at the vital position. If you attack directly at the chest and abdomen, most of the slashes or stabs that you have managed to complete with such difficulty will be completely useless.

On a snowy night with a blind black light, not everyone who was suddenly attacked by the Jurchen barbarians could calm down and go to the enemy's vital point. Even if someone aimed at the vital point to attack, the opposite side had already stabbed two or three times. At the moment when you want to live or die, you can take advantage of it by attacking a few more times.

On the side of the spear formation, all the soldiers were trained repeatedly, and they had also experienced at least one simulated drill in the martial arts chessboard. They relied on their good armor and attacked with all their might as required in their usual training. Although the combat power of their individual is not as good as that of the Jurchen elite on the opposite side, as long as they really pierce the spear, the armor on the opposite side will not be able to carry it.

Even if they fought for their lives, the guards still maintained a strong attacking momentum.

At the most intense moment of the battle, the exchange ratio between the two sides of the battle was close to one-to-one, and even at the beginning when Saha Lian came up, Jiannu still had the upper hand. But the situation at the scene was that the military formation of the guards was constantly advancing. Although they could only take one step forward at a time, although their comrades fell at every step, although each step was accompanied by hoarse war cries and warm blood, they were moving forward.

A Guards squad leader collapsed clutching his lower abdomen, blood pouring from his fingers. His breastplate was stabbed open by a brave fellow on the other side, and his intestines flowed down the cracks in the armor. He bowed his head and knelt on one knee, his head hanging weakly, but his hand grasped the spear, and he would not let go of it.

Pairs of shearling boots passed under his lowered eyes, and the war cries of his comrades never ceased. He looked up again with a grin, and saw a bald Jurchen barbarian with braided hair falling on his knees on the opposite side. The other party was staring at the dead fish eyes and fell to the ground, with a stab in his lower abdomen, chest, and neck. Blood shot out of his carotid artery, and he couldn't cover it.

"Hahaha......." Seeing that the opponent who killed him was killed by his companions, the dying Guards squad leader let out a happy laugh. He raised his last remaining strength and shouted: "Brothers, go on, tie Jiannu into strings!" ”

Call...... Drink......!

The battle was already heating up, and the morale of the Guards was still high. The bravery and brutality of the opponents did not deter anyone, they did not turn and flee like the Ming army with no status and beggars, and the sacrifice and bloody breath of their comrades activated the murderous heart hidden in their hearts.

On the contrary, Sakhalian's subordinates were retreating, constantly retreating. Even if they played extremely well tonight, quickly formed their team in the snowy night, and did not show weakness in the face of strong enemies, they could not change the fact that they were besieged and in a desperate situation. A spear infantry company came from each end of the east and west of the village, and they stabbed in like this, and they cried and called their mother.

After losing more than 50 men, Sakhalian found that not only did he not break out, but he was killed in the village. This village is an official road running through it, and the battlefield is carried out on this narrow official road.

In the fight just now, Sakha even slashed and killed several enemy soldiers, and he himself suffered some minor or serious injuries. But what shocked him was that in just a few rounds of fighting, the Jurchen infantry around him changed two or three times. finally went up with him for a wave, and in a blink of an eye, he fell into the next wave. Another wave went up, and they died with the soldiers on the other side.

Those Han people were not afraid of death.

After slashing several times, Sakhalian could only withdraw his own infantry and regroup. He ordered the dozens of Jurchen cavalry assembled behind him: "Rush up, rush up, rush up, and die to rush away from the Han people on the opposite side." ”

Jiannu, who was riding a horse, immediately roared and accelerated to sprint. A platoon of guards spears opposite them had already suffered heavy casualties, and the squad leader had lost two of them, and the soldiers were almost dead. But after this platoon was withdrawn and repaired, another platoon came up. They stepped on the corpses of their comrades and enemies, and the formation was strict and dense, facing the onslaught of the Jurchen cavalry, gritting their teeth and fighting to the death.

The Jurchen cavalry was also aware of their own predicament, and the first few horsemen were even more determined to die, and slammed their horses' buttocks. They intended to ram away the spear formation of the guards with hundreds of pounds of horses that accelerated forward, and only by knocking them away could their own infantry have room to play, at least there was a way to escape.

"Steady!" The guards officer who led the team saw the other party's intentions clearly, and shouted: "The spear is stationed, hold it down." ”

The spears at the waist of the flat end were quickly lowered, and the spearmen also trampled the shaft of the spear with their feet, forming a human-shaped base horse with their bodies and spears. The officer in charge of the military formation hurriedly gathered all the defensive spiritual power in front of the formation to resist the onslaught of the enemy's cavalry.

The impact of the infantry was quite severe. Horses are reluctant to rush in the face of spears. The Jurchen cavalry had to blindfold the horses with strips of cloth. And when the horses carry huge kinetic energy and crash into the spears, even if the defense of the military formation is relieved, the spears in the garrison are still broken one by one, bouncing, and flying.

The horses crashed into the formation, and all the soldiers in the front row were broken and fell to the ground. The first few horses were also pierced by spears and died in a cry of grief. The cavalrymen on horseback flew out under the impact, fell to the ground and fell to the ground, and some simply broke their necks and fell to their deaths on the spot.

The decisive collision of several Jurchen cavalry still played a considerable role, and the new spear infantry platoon was immediately overwhelmed. Later, more than a dozen Jurchen cavalrymen rushed up, and they waved their weapons and constantly leaned over and slashed, trying to widen the gap in the spear formation.

In the darkness outside the village, Ye Na anxiously asked Zhou Qingfeng to fight: "I'll go up and plug that opening." ”

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "No, let them block it themselves." ”

"You're just watching those soldiers die?"

"I can't keep an eye on them, they're going to have to face this sooner or later. These are recruits, recruits who have only been trained for four or five months. I want to know if they are capable of withstanding the desperate onslaught of the enemy's elites, and I want to see if my commanders can block it in time. Tonight's battle is a graduation exam, and the winner will be able to leave the exam room. ”

As he spoke, the tall bull had already rushed forward with his battalion platoon. The spear-wielding officer led the way, and a large iron spear stabbed the enemy cavalry like a poisonous dragon. He didn't have many words in his mouth, and there was only one sentence repeatedly, "Brothers, tie Jiannu into a string!" ”

The battalion commander himself came up, and the scattered spearmen quickly assembled. The light of the military formation lit up again, brighter and thicker than before. The Jurchen cavalry on the opposite side couldn't run fast among the corpses everywhere, and their hard slashing couldn't stop more and more spears stabbing at them. More than a dozen Jurchen cavalrymen were left and right, and soon their horses were injured and jumped wildly, followed by themselves being picked off their horses.

The gap was closed, and the shouts of 'tied into strings' came and went. Zhou Qingfeng's heart hanging behind him finally let go, and he ordered Ye Na: "Okay, go and help them." Reduce the loss of soldiers. I went to the field medical center, and there were quite a lot of casualties today, and how many can be saved. ”

Ye Na was a little dissatisfied, and asked rhetorically: "Have you finished the military exam?" ”

"A group of mud-legged people who have only trained for four or five months can fight with the Jurchen elites who have been fighting all year round and have not collapsed until now. They did a great job, just perfectly. In the future, there will be countless mud legs who will be trained as soldiers, and they will only fight stronger and stronger, and I can rest assured. ”