Shao Er Jingzi didn't react for a while why the enemy would take the initiative to give up his position, but at this time the charge had already been launched, and if it didn't succeed, he would become a benevolent!

However, how could it be so simple to take the initiative to get out of the way, and the formation was full of thistles and triphorses!

The Qiben elite who rushed in front immediately fell, but they did not stop.

Perhaps foreseeing that this was the only chance for victory, these strong-willed samurai were willing to sacrifice themselves, flying into the traps one by one, and using their bodies to pave the way for the follow-up soldiers.

This scene shocked the many pawns who took the initiative to get out of the way.

Fan Zhuoyuan's Chinese army was about forty paces away from the front and flanks, and in the face of Shao Er's fierce onslaught, he only waved his long knife indifferently.

The 3,000 soldiers on his side were already in full array, the bow and crossbow were wound, and with Fan Zhuoyuan's order, the arrows flew like locusts, and they burst into the troops of the young man.

Crossbow arrows can only be fired once, but bows and arrows can be fired in bursts!

Forty paces away, they were subjected to three volleys, and a large number of men and horses fell, but they finally rushed to the front of the Chinese army.

Shao Erjing charged ahead, his armor was full of arrows, but he didn't realize it, after swinging his knife and cutting off the arrow shaft, he stared at the gun array in front of him, and the general Fan Zhuoyuan, who was standing behind the gun array, put down his long knife, and picked up the huge recurve compound bow!

The arrow was wound, let go, and a flash of lightning pierced the air and roared!

Instinctively, he lay on his horse's back, sensing the arrow sweeping overhead, scratching his scalp, and then hitting a flag warrior behind him.

He didn't even let out a scream when he was thrown off the horse with tremendous kinetic energy.

Shao Er's eyes widened, at this time he had forgotten his fear, it was not advisable to ride a horse to impact the gun array, and the war horses under the crotch of the samurai would take the initiative to reduce their speed and not be controlled by others.

At a distance of less than ten paces, Shao Erjing took the lead in jumping off the horse, and many samurai did the same.

Thinking that he would take the lead in the cavalry charge, he didn't expect Shao Er Jingzi to stab the horse's buttocks, and the war horse was in pain, and rushed directly to Fan Zhuoyuan's personal soldiers without arguing the direction.

Seeing this, many warriors immediately came to their senses, and they also stabbed the horse's buttocks, and countless war horses rushed madly into the gun array arranged by Fan Zhuoyuan.

Fan Zhuoyuan was very surprised to see the reaction of the Japanese army, and couldn't help but feel a burst of admiration.

He put down his bow and arrows, held his long knife, and walked slowly forward.

At this time, the front of the enemy had been routed, the cavalry on both flanks had also broken the flank, and the light infantry on the left flank had also completed the encirclement of this elite force composed of daimyo and high-ranking samurai.

Now it can be said that victory is in sight, and the only hope for the enemy to turn the tables is to surprise the main formation and kill themselves on this battlefield.

It's a pity that although their command is decisive, their strength is too far behind......

Fan Zhuoyuan was wearing three layers of heavy armor at this time, which he only changed into after the battle began, and if he wore it like this, he would not be able to carry him on any horse.

Ahead, the Japanese flag was originally charged with empty horses, knocking the horizontal formation of the pro-army troops into a depression in the middle.

A large group of samurai leaped out, armed with long swords or halberd spears, and rushed towards the corpses of horses with an indomitable momentum.

Although they don't have a formation, the cold weapon battlefield is a momentum, the momentum is up, people dare to fight with their lives, and any formation can be broken for you!

These high-ranking samurai, even if they were penetrated by several spears, had to throw their long knives out with internal force before they died, and dragged a soldier to accompany them to the burial, which was very strong.

They slaughtered Fan Zhuoyuan's location in an almost one-to-one exchange ratio, and such momentum almost shook Fan Zhuoyuan's own soldiers.

Until Fan Zhuoyuan, the killing god, officially stepped into the battlefield......

A warrior who rushed forward, stepping on the corpse of his own soldier, with fanatical killing intent on his face, swung his sword and slashed at Fan Zhuoyuan's head.

Fan Zhuoyuan did not dodge or dodge, and stabbed forward with one hand, and the opponent was skewered on top of the five-foot-long Miao knife like a skewer, and then was thrown out like a broken sack, knocking down several enemies.

Under the helmet, Fan Zhuoyuan's voice was very dull, but it could still be heard by everyone.

"The whole army obeys the order, forward, charge!"

The soldiers roared angrily, no longer retreating, holding their weapons and heavy armor, and let out a beastly roar, colliding with the many flag-to-face samurai.

Fan Zhuoyuan's knife could only slash vertically in this space, and he could kill one person with every step forward, and there was no enemy under the knife.

The three-layered heavy armor made him like an iron tower, ignoring any damage, and the samurai who attacked him slashed with swords, spears, hammers, and axes, and no weapon or killing technique could help.

At this time, Fan Zhuoyuan had already killed himself in the crowd of enemy troops, disconnected from his own troops, and fell into a situation where he was besieged from front to back, left and right.

His long knife was so long that it was useless, and he could only use the two iron bones he carried with him.

There is really no skill in this kind of battle, you hit me, I will salute you in return, there is no defensive posture, whoever can withstand the fight will survive.

Who else here can resist more than Fan Zhuoyuan?

Obviously not, so just a cup of tea, Fan Zhuoyuan's feet are already like a mountain.

He stood on top of a high mountain of corpses, his body drenched in stinking blood, and his silver armor turned into red armor.

In the gaps of the armor, there were still stumps and flesh that had not had time to shake off, and even internal organs......

Both iron bones were deformed to varying degrees, their heads were covered in blood and brains, and the viscous liquid was still dripping into the mountain of corpses.

Like a demon god crawling out of hell, he condescendingly looked down at the last hundred enemy troops, and this momentum not only completely shocked the enemy army, but even his own army was so frightened that he forgot to continue the attack.

At this time, the enemy army has been surrounded, and the surrounding area is dense with swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and it only takes one attack to completely wipe them out.

The two thousand elite banners have now been killed only a few hundred people, and such terrible battle damage has already caused the survivors to lose all their fighting spirit, and the reason why they are gathered together is only because the commander has not yet surrendered.

The iron armor on Shao Er's body was completely damaged, and his body was covered with countless wounds, but what could support him to stand was the belief that he did not want to die in the country.

"You devil! Sooner or later, it will be condemned by heaven! He raised his broken famous knife and pointed it at Fan Zhuoyuan and scolded.

Fang Cai was almost Fan Zhuoyuan alone, and with his unparalleled killing, he completely extinguished the morale of this group of flag teams.

Fan Zhuoyuan recognized this person as the first guy to break the gun formation with an empty horse, and his bravery and wit impressed Fan Zhuoyuan.

However, he has never had mercy on the battlefield, and the reason why he stopped at this moment is because he is a little tired from fighting and needs a little breather.

He tilted his head to look at Shao Er's economic resources and said, "This person is decent and keeps the whole corpse." Kill the others! ”

The army was like a beast awakened, swords, swords, and halberds attacked from all directions, and in no more than a moment, the daimyo and samurai, who wailed and begged for mercy, fell in a pool of blood.

If you say that you will kill everything, you will kill everything, and there is no living mouth on the scene.

The frontal battlefield has entered the stage of chasing the dead and chasing the north, this kind of work belongs to the cavalry and light infantry, and the heavy infantry is left to clean the battlefield.

In the vast field, the light infantry pursued head-on, and the cavalry flanked the chase, and the purpose of the large army was to concentrate the many fleeing defeated troops towards the winding Chikugo River.

At most, more than 10,000 of these defeated soldiers were actually killed on the front line, and most of them were cut down without resistance on the way to escape.

Many more were driven to the Chikugo River, forcing them to jump into the river.

Tens of thousands of corpses piled up in the river, and the river was almost cut off.

A few days later, a large group of corpses washed into the sea was seen at the downstream estuary, scaring the people nearby so much that they did not dare to approach it for several years.

Known as the Battle of Tsukikawa, the battle was widely praised by historians as the most important step in Japan's integration into the Chinese collective.

After this battle, Kyushu and China were no longer able to defend the army, and the places they passed through were determined.

And the system sent a reminder at this time......