Zhao Yu has the divine power of more than a thousand pounds, and the iron cone of five hundred and fifty catties is held in his hand, which is roughly similar to that of an ordinary person holding a wooden stick, and he does not feel heavy at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was ingenious, carrying hundreds of pounds of iron awls, just like the elephant crossing the river, lightly, heavy, but light.

The elephant's body was heavy, but when he crossed the river, the mud by the river could not trap him. It has a natural charm that is as light as a weight.

Far outside the city, at the foot of the mountain, there were many fires and cannons. There were firearms bursting beans, and arrows raining down. After a few moments, the group finally arrived in the military formation.

A general stepped forward and led Hong Chengchou to the front of the battle.

Zhao Yu followed the side, passed through the heavy army formation, and came to the front of the formation to take a look, but saw that he had not yet engaged in a frontal battle. In front of the formation, there was a shield cart erecting a large shield to protect dozens of cannons. There are gunners who are in charge, or using iron brushes to clean up the impurities in the barrels, or loading shells, and they are very busy.

On the left and right flanks of the artillery array, there were also two phalanx crossbowmen, sword and shield men. The crossbowmen were all half-kneeling on the ground, firing their bows and shooting on their backs. The sword and shield bearer uses the shield in his hand to protect the crossbowman.

The tartars on the mountain are not good people who can't fight back. Regardless of the artillery fire under the mountain, arrows are still raining down on the mountain.

Huang Taiji came in a hurry, just to check the strength of the Ming army, all of them were cavalry, and he did not bring artillery fire, but he was a little passive. However, fortunately, it was condescending, and it was already night, and although the artillery fire of the Ming army could suppress the Tartars, it could not cause too many casualties.

As for the crossbowmen of the Ming army, they can only be used for show. Zhao Yu's eyesight was extraordinary, and he clearly saw the crossbowmen of the two squares of the Ming army, and most of the arrows shot out, and most of them fell halfway up the mountainside.

It seems to be a waste, but when you think about it, it is also prudent.

It was night, and the Tartar cavalry came and went like the wind, and with their condescendingness, if they suddenly rushed down from the mountain, they would not be able to resist. So he sent the crossbowmen to rain arrows, thinking that they might intercept them.

Although the combat strength of the Ming army is rotten, and those generals are also old, after all, they still have experience.

Before Hong Chengchou rode his horse, he looked around, took a clairvoyant mirror, and looked at the mountain. It's just that the night is hazy and I can't see clearly.

Putting down the clairvoyant mirror, Hong Chengchou nodded with a little satisfaction.

Said left and right: "Intensify the offensive and force Huang Taiji to withdraw his troops." ”

He added: "Send the sword and shield hand to protect the Shenji Battalion, touch it from both sides, and put pressure on the Tartars." ”

The left and right immediately received the order, and the summons went.

Hong Chengchou said to Zhao Yu again: "Zhao Zhuangshi is a little restless. I intend to force the slave chieftain to withdraw his troops, drive them to the direction of Jinzhou, and then ask the strong men to go out in Jinzhou and behead Huangtaiji in order to break their morale. ”

Zhao Yu looked up at the mountain and nodded expressionlessly: "As long as you can kill Huang Taiji, I will be at the disposal of the superintendent tonight." ”

It can be regarded as taking revenge and contributing to the crumbling Han court.

Zhao Yu sighed slightly in his heart.

Hong Chengchou was even happier in his heart.

He had planned to hide from Zhao Yu earlier, not to let Zhao Yu kill Huang Taiji first, or to use false information to drive Zhao Yu to kill other Tartar generals, and then kill Huang Taiji at a critical time.

It is necessary to use Zhao Yu to the extreme to win the game.

But then I thought about it carefully, if a person like Zhao Yu played with him, it would be okay at first. But after all, he will react, and when the time comes, he will either not make any effort, or find him to settle accounts after the war, then he will be blind.

What's more, I had a detailed discussion with Zhao Yu before, and although this person disdains the court, his general tone also has the taste of hating iron and steel. There is always a sense of righteousness in my heart.

It's not as good as being grandiose, presumably with the heart of such a character, there will be no moths.

Sure enough, Zhao Yu had seen through his thoughts and promised to let him drive.

Hong Chengchou was a little happy in his heart.

Zhao Yu concentrated, his eyes were like pearls in the night, staring at the mountain. Looking at the figure, I secretly estimated in my heart.

This Tartar is used to being violent, and besides, here is Huangtaiji's 5,000 elite soldiers, even if he wants to withdraw, he will probably not run away like a lost dog.

Zhao Yu secretly tightened the iron cone in his hand, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

The Shenji Battalion is the firearms unit in the Ming Army, and when General Hong Chengchou gave the order, he saw that there were roughly 2,000 people on the left and right sides, carrying firearms like short sticks, and under the protection of a team of swords and shields, the cat quietly touched the mountain with his waist.

However, before he reached the halfway point of the mountain, he heard the sound of rumbling horses' hooves.

Zhao Yu's spirits perked up, and Huang Taiji was really powerful. But at this time the cavalry charged!

The mountain is not high, nor is it steep. The slope facing Matsuyama on this side was relatively gentle, and there were not many obstacles, which did not very hinder the cavalry charge.

The Shenji battalions on the left and right sides had not yet rushed halfway up the mountain, and before they reached the firing range, they saw a group of about 1,000 elite cavalry on the left and right rushing down to kill them.

Huang Taiji used troops, and he also knew the truth of avoiding reality and making fiction. Doesn't rush down against frontal fire. He was condescending again, watching all directions and listening to the six roads, where did he not know the Ming soldiers who sneaked up on both sides?

was about to return the color to the Ming army with cavalry.

The Divine Machine Battalion, the Sword and Shield Hands are below, and the Tartar Spirits are riding on the top, compared to the former, the former is at an absolute disadvantage. The cavalry rushed from top to bottom, and in just a few moments, they rushed to the front.

The Shenji Battalion and the Sword and Shield Men were shocked, and they collapsed without making a few counterattacks. The Tartar rode all the way through, grinding out two bloody paths on both sides of the hillside!

Hong Chengchou sighed slightly, and said left and right: "Swords, shields, guns, and spears are in front, crossbowmen, and firearms soldiers are behind, forming a formation to meet the enemy." The horse team is on the side, ready to listen to military orders. ”

Then the formation changed in front of the formation, and there were sword-and-shield men, spearmen and spearmen rushing forward, and crossbowmen retreating a little, and waited on both sides of the artillery array. The horses swam to the left, ready to charge.

It's just that the military discipline of the Ming army is not strict, and this change of formation is a bit messy.

Hong Chengchou couldn't help but shake his head slightly, but he was helpless.

No matter how strong the command ability of the generals is, but the quality of the soldiers is not up to the mark, what can be done?

Seeing that the shadows were sufficient, the Tartar cavalry rushing down from the mountains on both sides was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, like a mudslide, shocking and unstoppable.

The sword and shield bearers, spearmen and spearmen who stood in front of the military formation were all bold. If there were no generals and overseers to suppress it, I am afraid that it would have collapsed.

Zhao Yu saw it clearly, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly: "Where is the army, there is a rabble." ”

Hong Chengchou listened to it, his face burned like fire, but he couldn't speak.

Zhao Yu lifted the iron cone on the ground and said, "Supervisor, the military formation must not be chaotic, and the morale must not be lost. Otherwise, the Tartars retreat calmly, how can they pursue?"

He stepped out and said, "I'll go to the left first, and the overseer on the right will block first, and then I'll clean them up after I defeat the tartars on the left." ”

Hong Chengchou couldn't help but say: "In the chaotic army, there are no eyes for bullets and arrows..."

Zhao Yu waved his hand: "I'm invulnerable, don't worry." ”

Hong Chengchou fit the generals on his side, all stunned, watching Zhao Yu step by step, carrying the big iron cone, and killing in front of the left side in a few breaths!

is clearly a person, but it is like a mountain, and the back gives people an incomparably heavy feeling.

I saw Zhao Yu kill in a few steps to the front of the formation, and collided with the Tartar cavalry who had just rushed down the mountain and killed in front of the formation!

I only heard a muffled whine in my ears, and then an explosion. With that figure as the center, within a radius of three zhang, dozens of Tartar cavalry fell to the ground with a bang!

Within one zhang, more than ten horsemen were turned into meat paste, and outside one zhang and three zhang, the cavalry and war horses were all shocked with blood spurting from their mouths and noses, falling to the ground crookedly, and rubbing the ground and slamming into the Ming army's sword and shield, spear and spear array.

For Zhao Yu, using a knife, a sword, or even a spear or spear cannot exert a divine power. Only a big iron cone in his hand, or a hammer, or other heavy weapon, can he exert his strength to the fullest!

This cone picked up and smashed down, the speed is fast, the power is great, and it doesn't take too much skill, just a smash, plus a shock word, with a bang, it directly breaks through the air, setting off a terrifying wave of air!

It's like a hundred and ten pounds of explosives exploding, so terrifying!

The air waves were rolling, shaking the heart and lungs, and within the range of the direct impact of the iron cone, everyone was shattered. Then the air wave opened, and the shock wave was like a shockwave, shaking the cavalry within three zhang of the surrounding area to the ground, bleeding from the seven orifices!

Three zhang away, the air wave rested for a while, and some cavalry were not seriously damaged, but they were also crooked, and they were in a mess with the cavalry rushing behind, and the charge could not be completed.

With just one blow, the entire battlefield seemed to be paused!

The Tartar 1,000 cavalry rushed down from the left side, and the cross plane was only three or four feet. I have to say that the elite of the Tartar cavalry fought from the mountains at night, and the formation was not chaotic, and it was still a rough arrow formation.

If there is no Zhao Yu, only this cavalry will rush forward, and the Ming army's position will be in chaos.

But when he met Zhao Yu, the advantage turned into a disadvantage.

He was like a big iron cone with a mouth, like a rock, blocking the way for the Tartar cavalry to charge! He was also like a dragon and snake in the middle of the Yangtze River, rushing up against the torrent set off by the cavalry.

After a cone, Zhao Yu's half of his short coat was shattered by the air waves, revealing his body cast in iron and copper. But he didn't stop, he stepped forward, passed three feet, picked up the iron cone, and hit it again!

The iron cone breaks through the air, like a cannon sounding, and the air waves are rolling!

The Tartar cavalry, like meat on a board, a lamb to the slaughter, is outrageously fragile!

The battlefield on the left fell silent. The guns stopped firing, and the arrows stopped flying. All the soldiers of the Ming Army became fools one by one, and they watched Zhao Yu in a daze, one after another, like a killing machine, sweeping against the current!

It is said that this big iron cone is really better than the war knife. I don't care about anything, I don't care about anything, I just pick it up and smash it. One blow is three zhang, a thousand cavalry, connected in a line, how many three zhang are there?!

Hong Chengchou rode on horseback, twisting his beard stiffly, and his whole body trembled. It's not fear, it's surprise, it's excitement!

At this time, he couldn't wait to laugh three times, and even shouted, 'God help me'!

He believed that Zhao Yu was very powerful, and thousands of human heads and five hundred and fifty pounds of large iron cones were proof. But I never imagined that people could be so fierce as they were!

Where is this still people?

Distinguish a monster, divide the soldiers of tomorrow!