"Boom, boom..."

The uniform footsteps were accompanied by the rumbling war drums slowly pressing forward.

Boxes of cars followed the team, and inside were countless murderous arrows.

Although the Shenji Battalion has been equipped with advanced muskets, the swarm of weapons of mass destruction is still an important configuration in the Shenji Battalion.

When this thing is launched, it feels like a heavy rainstorm is really cool.

Zhu Zhangui stood in the first row of the army, holding a sparkling sword, and strode forward with his comrades beside him.

The vermilion battle flag with yellow borders flutters in the wind. The blood-red flag, exuding a thick bloody aura, licked its fangs bloodthirstily, staring at the prey opposite.

Arutai on the opposite side, looking at the Ming army slowly pressing in, took a deep breath and waved his hand.

"Woooooo

The horn of the attack sounded.

"Zeng!"

Mauri pulled out the scimitar at his waist and slammed it forward.

"Enter!"

"Hah!"

The Tatar heavy infantry roared angrily, carrying a heavy shield of nearly 100 catties, and slowly moved forward step by step.

Behind the heavy shield, an archer is ready to rain down death arrows on the enemy.

And what's strange is that.

Behind these archers, there were also soldiers in heavy armor who did not carry weapons.

They were tightly wrapped, carrying a leather box behind their backs, holding a string in their hands and holding torches, and strode forward among the ironclad infantry with heavy weapons in their hands.

This is a secret killing weapon prepared by Arutai.

After fighting with the Ming army for so many years, the Shenji Battalion became famous in the first battle a few years ago, how could Arutai not pay attention to it.

He spent a lot of money to get the ratio of gunpowder in the Shenji Battalion, plus there were some leftover materials from the Yuan Dynasty, and after the research of his subordinates, gunpowder was also dispensed.

When the musket could not be made, Arutai listened to the advice of his men and chose another crazy method.

The war drums and horns shook the earth.

The armies of the two sides moved forward in silence and slowly.

Two miles, one mile, three hundred steps...

When the distance between the two sides reached 200 paces, the rumbling sound of artillery rang out from the rear of the Ming army.

A ball of iron flew out with a roar and smashed into the Tatar army with ferocity.

"Puff puff..."

The iron ball fell and smashed through the body, and the blood stumps flew wildly in the army, and the screams of death and the wails of the wounded rang out everywhere in the army, destroying the ears and heartstrings of the Tatar soldiers.

Although there was fear in his heart, no one retreated, and no one was afraid.

This battle is a race of life and death, and only by defeating the enemy can there be hope for survival.

The Ming army is for the race, and they are not.

Many people have already said their final goodbyes to their families before leaving.

Arutai even preached before the war that in this war, we must all have the heart of death and fight a way out for our wives and children and grandchildren.

"Okay!"

When the distance between the two sides was 180 paces, Mao Li suddenly shouted.

The Tatar hoplites, who were slowly advancing with shields in their hands, gritted their teeth and carried their shields, quickened the pace under their feet.

They can be said to have a deep understanding of the Divine Machine Camp.

I know that at this distance, it is the time when the power of the Divine Machine Battalion is at its maximum.

If you want to defeat the Shenji Battalion, there is only one way, which is to withstand several waves of attacks from the other side and directly close to the melee combat.

The Divine Machine Battalion, which does not have heavy armor on its body, although it has melee combat ability, is still too far from those of them who wear iron armor and hold heavy weapons in their hands.

Zhu Zhangui, who led the team forward slowly, saw that the other party began to march quickly, smiled coldly, and raised the big knife in his hand to the sky.

"Stop!"

Order the army to stop!

The Divine Machine Battalion team stopped instantly.

"Fight!"

There was no order given on how to fight.

As an elite who has been trained for many years, the Shenji Battalion already has 10 tactics in the face of various enemies.

As Zhu Zhangui gave the battle order, the first two rows of soldiers armed with new muskets.

The first row is directly prostrate on the ground, and the second row is half-squatting on the ground.

And the old musketeers, who were in the 3rd row, were ready for a salvo.

The enemy was 150 paces closer, and many people could already clearly see the pattern printed on the heavy shield on the opposite side.

This is not the style of the steppe, it should be someone else's support for the Tatars.

Zhu Zhangui looked at those patterns and felt a bit like the Western Regions style.

He said, the grassland is so short of iron, where did Arutai get so many heavy armor and heavy shields.

The feelings were given to them by the raisins in the Western Regions.

Two more accounts were added.

The knife in his hand was raised high, Zhu Zhangui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved the knife reluctantly.

"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang..."

At the sound of an order, the gunfire shook the sky.

The 5,000 flintlock gunners, ready to shoot, pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.

The smoke of gunpowder was like billowing clouds, instantly enveloping the military formation of the Shenji Battalion.

Five thousand rounds of projectiles flew out like a torrential rain, smashing fiercely towards the opposite side.

"Crackling... Burst! ”

The bullets hit the shield like rain hitting plantains, and the sound of ping-pong was heard.

There was the lucky one, the shield blocked the bullet, and although his arm was numb from the shock, he temporarily saved his life.

The unfortunate ones were pierced through their arms, ankles, and even necks by bullets that pierced through the gaps.

In one round of shooting, hundreds of people fell directly screaming on the opposite side, revealing a large gap.

"Bang bang bang..."

The new rifle soldier, who had been preparing for a long time while lying on the ground squatting, pulled the trigger without hesitation in the gap.

"Puff..."

"Ah, my legs!"

"My eyes, my eyes..."

The sound of flesh being pierced, bullets clashing against armor clanging iron sounded on the opposite side.

Knowing the heavy armor worn by the other party, the new riflemen who can aim accurately aim at those places that are weak or not protected by armor.

Although many people missed, they still achieved a lot of results.

In this round of shooting, hundreds of people fell on the opposite side.

Zhu Zhangui frowned slightly, and sighed softly in his heart.

Sure enough, as the old man said.

There are no perfect tactics and no perfect weapons.

The enemy is not a fool of wood, and after suffering losses, they will find a way to restrain them.

Hot weapons don't completely crush cold weapons.

Not to mention in this era, even in the period of the Anti-Japanese War in later generations.

Isn't the broadsword team still holding a broadsword and slashing devils with airplanes, artillery and tanks, and their heads are rolling?

In the two rounds of shooting just now, looking at the battle, there were thousands of people on the opposite side, but Zhu Zhangui estimated that the number of those who were really killed was less than 100.

The distance between the two sides was less than 100 paces, and the archers behind the Tatar heavy infantry were already on the strings and ready to stand.

"Boom, boom..."

As the distance between the two sides narrowed, the tiger squatting cannons in the rear of the Shenji Battalion began to exert their might.

The 200 Tiger squat guns of the forward troops, under a salvo, were directly enveloped by explosions on the opposite side.

Screams and wails rang out on the other side, and countless Dada soldiers spurted blood from their mouths and fell to the ground covering their wounds.

But the pace of the Tatar army did not stop.

Ignoring the dead and wounded of their kindred, the Tatar soldiers trampled on their corpses and hurried forward.

80 steps.

The Tatar archers had drawn their bowstrings and raised them to the sky ready to throw.

The heavy shield hand in front gritted his teeth, stubbornly withstanding the rain of bullets from the opposite side, and moved forward step by step.

One person fell, and another followed, filling in the void ahead.

In this moment, all people are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of sacrifice.

There was only one thought in their minds, rush up, rush up, and kill the Ming army without leaving a single piece of armor.

"Damn, I knew I brought the Celestial Arrow!"

Looking at the Tatar army that was not afraid of death and spread over with corpses, Zhu Zhangui scolded his mother in a low voice.

As the saying goes, those who are horizontal are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying.

In the past, the Shenji Battalion was able to stand strong, but it was because the enemy did not understand the musket, and when it was suddenly attacked, it must have panicked in his heart.

In addition, it is not a desperate battle to protect the clan, and it is normal for the defense line to collapse in my heart.

And now the Tatars on the other side have roughly figured out the routine of firearms.

When encountering artillery formations, they scatter to reduce their own casualties.

When encountering a musket team, they will come to resist with heavy armor and heavy shields, even if they can't completely block the enemy's shots, they can greatly reduce the distance between the two sides and reduce the casualties of their own side.

At this time, the tactics of the musket army were also three-plate axes.

Artillery bombardment, infantry salvos, bayonet charges.

Once these three axes do not work, retreat is the only option.

In close combat with a bayonet against a heavily armored enemy, it is only those who have a big hole in their brains to do this.

So Zhu Zhangui retreated.

When the distance between the two sides was 50 paces, and the Tatar archers were about to loosen the bowstring, Zhu Zhangui gave an order, and the chariot soldiers ignited a swarm of bees to cover the retreat of the infantry of the Shenji battalion.

"Tweet ......"

The atmosphere of the New Year has suddenly arrived.

Nearly 100 chariots swarmed, and a puff of gunpowder smoke came out.

More than 30,000 feathered arrows are rapidly moving forward under the impetus of the Sky Monkey.

"Defense!"

Mao Lizi, who had been staring at the Ming army's ranks, immediately gave the order to defend on the spot when the swarm of bees ignited.

The Tatar soldiers who rushed to the front were the elite of the Tatars.

Although they can't do it like the Shenji Battalion, they are all battlefield veterans and react extremely quickly.

As soon as the order sounded, the heavy infantry who were slowly charging stopped directly, and the heavy shield in their hands slammed into the ground.

"Jingle Bell..."

One by one, the arrow feathers, driven by the piercing monkey, smashed on the shield.

Occasionally, a few flew from above, but they were also blocked by the ironclad infantry with round shields.

This round of swarming fires brought only 100 casualties, not as much damage as the muskets.

Zhu Zhangui, who retreated to the rear of the Fifth Army Camp with the Shenji Battalion, looked back and saw this situation, and scolded his mother unwillingly.

The old man who commanded the Chinese army saw this situation with a telescope, and his expression did not change, but there was a trace of regret in his eyes.

"Sure enough, as long as the enemy understands any weapon, the combat capability will be greatly reduced!"

He had thought that the Divine Machine Camp would be restrained, but he didn't expect it to come so early.

"Attack!"

A swarm is a one-time weapon, and the time to play is extremely short.

From ignition to the end, that is the trembling kung fu.

Before the smoke of gunfire had dissipated, Maori Child's eyes were bloodshot, and he ordered the troops to attack in an all-out way.

"Kill!"

In ancient times, military formations fought in formations, unlike those on TV, where they shouted and ran with all their might as soon as the battle began.

That's stupidity.

The chaos of the battlefield allows the officer's voice to be transmitted to each soldier, so that the officer can clearly hear the war drums and horns on the side of the command platform.

Shouting is generally not allowed.

When attacking the enemy, it is even more impossible to rush forward in a swarm.

Bandits don't fight like that.

Before the commander has given the order for a full-scale attack, the soldier must keep the entire army intact regardless of the situation.

Even if you beat the water dogs and launch an all-out charge, you must also be consistent with the squad.

Rushing and running, shouting and screaming, without any appeasement, all of them will be killed.

The Tatar heavy armoured soldiers dragged their shields and slowly attacked the five army camps, which were also approaching.

The two sides approached each other very slowly, as if they were fighting cocks, while fending off the rain of arrows fired by the archers of both sides.

"Grenades!"

When the distance between the two sides was less than 10 paces, a shout rang out from the side of the Fifth Army Camp.

Hundreds of bombardiers transferred from the Shenji Battalion took out their grenades from their pockets, pulled the fuse and threw it vigorously along the gap left by the shieldman.

"Ding-dong-dong..."

The grenade that smashed on the heavy shield was bounced, and the round shield of the ironclad soldier that fell behind was slapped to the side.

"What is this? Is it iron and stone? ”

An ironclad infantryman who saw a grenade for the first time looked at the iron lump that fell to his feet emitting white smoke in confusion.

"Shut up!"

His captain glared at him, glanced at the still smoking lump of iron, and raised his foot to kick it to the feet of the hoplites in front of him, preventing any further curiosity and distraction.

"Boom..."

A loud bang sounded from the front, and the captain's ears were buzzing, and he looked at the fallen heavy infantry in front of him in confusion, and his heart was afraid for a while.

"Captain, you..."

The ironclad infantryman stared at the captain.

"Shut up, Lao Tzu saved your life!"

The ironclad infantry was silent for an instant, and at the same time thanked the captain's eight-generation ancestors in his heart.

"Boom!"

The two Great Walls of Steel collided fiercely, and the shield soldiers squeezed each other hard, blocking the impact of the other party, and at the same time, they also wanted to squeeze through the opponent's defense line.

The pikemen hooked the sickles, stabbing from under the feet of both sides.

Someone screamed and fell to the ground, then stabbed into a sieve by a scythe spear.

A rain of arrows, smoking grenades, and throwing guns flew over the heads of both sides.

"Long live the Immortal Heaven!"

Just when the infantry on both sides was inextricably killed, dozens of roars suddenly sounded from the Tatars' side.

Immediately after that, several strong men threw a thin man with a tightly wrapped body directly from the opposite side and smashed it heavily into the ranks of the five military camps.

Ignoring the pain of the fall and the swords slashed from all directions, the man who was thrown over roared and threw himself at the shield in the front row of the fifth military camp.

"Boom..."

Red flesh and blood stumps burst into the sky, and the surrounding soldiers were shaken by the shockwave.

A junior officer of the Fifth Military Battalion shook his stunned head vigorously and got up from the ground with a knife.

In front of him, the brother who had blocked the Tatar heavy infantry in front of him had disappeared at this time.

"Roar!"

Before the smoke had cleared, a heavy axe fell from the sky and crackled at the petty officer.

The junior officer, who was experienced in combat, did not even hesitate and raised his sword to block it.

The heavy axe is a strong sinking, and with the blessing of homeopathic power, a thin knife can't be blocked at all.

The blade of the heavy axe fell straight onto the officer's helmet.

The steel knife of stainless steel was broken in two, and the thick helmet was like a lake of paper, cut in half by a heavy axe, and carried the officer's head.

A scuffle broke out over the connecting wires between the two sides.