At night, the spear phalanx is actually stronger in combat.

They didn't need to make any judgment, they just needed to hold their spears, subconsciously stab their spears at every black shadow that rushed over, retract and stab out, and repeat the action.

There was no need to aim the spears, because with the density of the spears in the phalanx, unless the enemy was crawling on the ground, or rolling on the ground, it was impossible for any horse to dodge so many spears, and there would always be a few.

In the darkness of the night, the success rate of the cavalry in removing the spears was even lower.

The few cavalrymen who dared to rush forward were immediately overwhelmed by their spears, and the rest of the Belan cavalry lingered around the phalanx, keeping a distance of forty or fifty meters, casually firing arrows at the phalanx.

Forty or fifty meters away, or at night, it is almost impossible to aim, and the hit rate will be low and scary, but after all, the opponent is a phalanx, and the target is huge, so it can always collide, right?

But they soon found themselves in futility - the spearmen wore steel cuirassas in the front row, and their arms, legs and feet were also protected by paper armor, and with the strength of their bows, they could never shoot through unless they were close to them.

And all the soldiers, including the spearmen in the back row, and even the musketeers, wore large-brimmed iron hats, which could not be pierced by arrows, and there was a cushion underneath, and in the end it was no different from being hammered with a small fist.

With the exception of a few arrows that could hit the gaps in the armor, only a shot at the face door could be effective—but how much smaller was the face of the face?

For a while, many of the soldiers were stuck with arrows, but few were actually injured, and most of them remained unmoved, as if they were just drenched in a light rain.

Behind the phalanx, the two guns quickly spewed flames and smoke, and the guns were placed on slightly higher ground, so that the shotguns could pass over the heads of the spearmen and crash into the cavalry array!

This time, only sixteen seconds had passed since the last one, which was even faster than the musketeer!

It turned out that Luo Ming brought two breech guns made during the day this time, which could pull a gun latch and then clean the gun chamber directly from the rear of the gun and put in ammunition, which greatly saved the time of the artillerymen.

Although the breech gun leaked a little more severely, it still maintained a good lethality at short and medium distances!

The soldiers on Luo Ming's side were surprised by the strange rate of fire, but they were only surprised, and the Beran cavalry on the opposite side was considered to have fallen into blood mold.

The cavalry has horses and a huge area of bullets, and the cannonball-fired shotgun can penetrate any armor at this distance, and by the way, a bloody hole can be inserted into two or three fingers, so to speak, if you touch it, you will die, and if you rub it, you will be seriously injured.

Nearly ten seconds later, the musketeers fired a volley, and not long after, the cannon spewed out tongues of fire again.

If the arrows fired by the cavalry are like a light rain, then these fiery projectiles are like hailstones of large ones, and the level of danger is completely different.

This cavalry, which also suffered heavy casualties, hurriedly abandoned its cavalry, but dispersed, and then kept a greater distance from the phalanx, and fulfilled its duty of containment and surveillance at this distance, waiting for a larger force to come and reinforce it.

And Luo Ming also calmly called for a temporary ceasefire among the soldiers. On the one hand, it allows the gun to cool down, and at the same time, it can also eliminate the interference of sound, light and smoke, so that he can watch the battle situation more clearly.

As the larger Belan army gathered and pressed towards this side, Luo Ming smiled.

"It's time to enter the second stage......," he said, and he used Cang Yan to ignite three miniature rockets with his own hands, and the rockets quickly flew into the air one by one, and then exploded into three green sparks.

Previously, when Luo Ming led the army into the camp, the hills on both sides no longer shot downward, this was to prevent accidental injury.

But by the time he had withdrawn from the camp with his men, the shooting had not resumed, and in the eyes of the Berans, it was probably a sign that they had run out of ammunition.

The ammo was gone, but only the part that had been red-hot.

During the period of their ceasefire, not only did they cool down the guns, but they also put new projectiles into the furnace to heat them.

At the same time, they also divided their personnel to plant a batch of rockets again.

Seeing Luo Ming release the green flares, the two sides released sixty rockets in one breath again, and then began to fire a new batch of freshly heated hot bombs with artillery.

At this moment, the mage regiment of the Beran army suffered heavy casualties, scattered and fled, not yet fully assembled, and could not even defend effectively against rockets - as a result, twenty-three rockets smashed into the barracks, exploded and ignited, and killed and wounded many soldiers who were about to put out the fire or assemble the team.

The blazing shells added fuel to the fire, making the fire bigger and bigger.

"Hurry up and put out the fire, quick!"

"Don't let those scumbags run away!"

These two opinions suddenly dominated the collective consciousness of the Beran people, and the military leaders, from the ordinary soldiers at the lowest level, all the way to the petty officers, uttered these two kinds of roars verbally and in their hearts.

In contrast, fighting the fire was the most important priority, but the other attraction was also great, and in short, many Berans rushed to the river.

Some were to get water to put out the fire, while others were to crush the hundreds of enemy troops. Whatever the purpose, there was one thing they couldn't care about anymore - and that was the camp itself!

There were still more than 2,000 people left in the camp, which seemed to be enough, but most of the 2,000 or so were actually in chaos, and they either had not yet restored order, or they were scattered by Luo Ming's cavalry as soon as order was restored, or they were dazed by rockets and shells.

At this moment, a small group of cavalry suddenly appeared on the front of the camp, they quickly dismounted, and then from behind the horses launched two large heavy toys.

I only heard a bang, and the camp gate was directly blown open by a shell!

The mounted artillery quickly dragged the artillery that had completed the task to the side, and then, with the sound of horses' hooves, the cavalry numbering two hundred appeared from behind the artillery and directly entered the camp head-on, and behind them appeared an infantry group with a total of eight hundred men!

It is true that the Berans were attracted by the small forces by the river, the fire, the shelling, etc., but they also had to admit that they did not expect for a moment that this army would quickly appear not far from the camp.

This time, when the army entered the camp of Beran, it was no longer as able to retreat with one blow as before, like an arrow piercing the flesh and skin—

Instead, it is like a heavy tomahawk, which directly tore the flesh and skin, cut off the bones, and penetrated deep into the viscera!