Gan Hui, order you to lead 3,000 Tiger Guards to fight. ”

"Whoa!"

"Wait," Zheng Chenggong stopped Gan Hui again, and looked at him deeply, the resolute and steady outline, there was a kind of reluctance to distinguish between life and death, and he trembled his lips, and finally spit out the words that meant goodbye.

"Brother, we all know what it means to come to this battlefield, none of us want to go back alive, although we want to win, but the strength of the two armies is here, in the face of a strong enemy, all tactics are vain, the only thing we can do is to break bones. You remember, the first battle is a decisive battle, Wang Daxiong died in battle, you are on top, you die in battle, I am on top, but as long as we are still in person, we will never let the people of the Ming Dynasty behind us stand in front for us. ”

Gan Hui's eyes were red, but his eyes were bright, he pursed his lips, and his whole body was straight, like an aspen pointing to the sky.

"The surname of the country, don't worry, I am Gan Hui, it is the sword of the Ming Dynasty, no matter what I face in front of me, I will always be in front, and there is, don't forget the surname of the country, the pro-army you are now sending out to kill the enemy, he also has the strongest name, called - Iron Army."

One after another, the warships docked, and the footsteps on the shore were solemn, and the air was condensed with strange loneliness.

After the Westerners were defeated by this army, they went back to their hometown and wrote in their diary:

"It's as if they still have a superfluous body at home. They braved the strongest fire and kept pushing forward, and even though many were killed, they didn't even think about it, and still rushed forward like mad dogs, not even looking around to see if any companions were keeping up. ”

Are they mad dogs? This doesn't seem to be scolding, because they are the dogs who take care of the mountains and islands of the motherland, and the Zheng Jiajun, even at the last moment of their lives, when the country was ruined, they also recaptured the land that belonged to us from the hands of the Western Empire.

They are mad dogs, but also a group of people with a family in their hearts, and they have also left us a legacy, and an indelible memory, that is, the soul of the Chinese nation.

The reason why we have become the only nation in the world that has never been wiped out in history is because we have this kind of soul.

In the battle of Yashan in the Yuan and Song dynasties, it was the seeds of the souls of 100,000 Han families that were thrown into the sea; Zheng Jiajun, who is called mad dogs by Westerners, even if their intestines are rotten, their teeth are still bitten at the enemy.

Whenever our nation is about to be wiped out, it is these people who are telling us that we have an indelible fighting soul, with steel and iron bones, no matter what strong enemy we face, we are still iron men, and every Chinese heroic soul who has sworn to defend his home and country to the death in history, he is an iron man army.

In front of Lotto's eyes, three thousand iron men with unclear faces appeared, wearing fish-scale iron armor, iron aprons, iron shoes, and iron arms in their hands, only their arms were exposed, which was convenient for slashing movements.

It is said that they can't see people's faces because they have masks on their faces, and if Roto's cavalry is like an iron tower, then this army is like a ghost.

They disembarked in silence and came to the battlefield in silence, and Roto pushed the eaves on his head to see what he saw.

There are Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures on the top of his iron arm, so he shouldn't be afraid of ghosts, right?

Lin Sheng and Zeng De were already vulnerable, he didn't think it was a threat, but this Iron Man Army made Luo Tuo very curious and vigilant.

The Iron Man Army moved forward in silence, it was impossible for Roto to stay where he was to be beaten, and the cavalry relied on speed and strength, which was Roto's advantage.

Whether it was a man or a ghost, he had to smash his chest and then ask, Roto brandished his sword, turned his horse's head, and commanded the whole army to charge towards the Iron Man.

When the tower meets the iron man, he imagines what the result will be.

His war horses are getting faster and faster, and the Iron Man Army doesn't seem to be wearing iron armor, this group of people are wearing forty or fifty pounds of things, and they still have weapons in their hands, why can they walk like the wind?

That is Zheng Chenggong's elite in the army, they are tall and broad, and they still have sandbags tied to their feet like the Qi family army on weekdays.

Zheng Chenggong is familiar with the art of war, and knows that the heavy infantry encounters cavalry on the battlefield, and if they win, they can't catch up, and they can't escape after defeating.

Infantry is infantry, and infantry can't catch up with cavalry, but Zheng Chenggong doesn't ask the Iron Man Army to pursue, but tells every Iron Man Army that as long as they set foot on the battlefield, there is no possibility of retreating.

Roto's cavalry began to draw their bows and arrows from a distance, and rows of arrows rained down, but they tickled the Iron Man Army with a coin in hand.

Roto frowned, how many battlefields he had set foot on had never encountered such a strange enemy, and if the arrow could not penetrate, he would trample through it with the hooves of his horse.

The gunfire and smoke never seemed to affect Roto's sense of smell and hearing, and he became very focused, his eyes becoming more and more ferocious.

The cavalry scrambled to pounce, and all the cavalry raised their sabers and prepared to slash.

But for some reason, Luo Tuo felt the body of the war horse under his crotch tremble for a while, and then the whole thing was messed up like encountering a beast.

Almost all the war horses that approached at close range were like this, and after seeing the face of the Iron Man Army, they no longer dared to move forward.

Those devil masks, people are afraid when they see them, let alone war horses?

And this Iron Man army rises on the horizon like the demons of hell, and raises its sabre in its hands.

Each horse chopping knife has a wooden handle more than one meter long and a blade weighing more than ten catties.

Luo Tuo asked himself that the Iron Man Army has iron armor, and they also have it, and the weapons in the hands of the Iron Man Army are not special, and the horse chopping sabers have appeared on the battlefield for more than a thousand years, which is very common, and maybe they will destroy the enemy if they collide with it.

Chopping the horse, can Nima really cut the horse, what are you kidding?

But the war horse didn't dare to rush forward, and the war horse behind couldn't see the situation clearly and squeezed forward, and for a while they didn't wait to meet the enemy, they first messed up.

At this time, a colorful grimace strode forward, and many cavalrymen were like falling clouds and mist, and the swords were not cut at the head and armor of the horse, but Nima was actually the leg of the horse.

These iron armies are really like ghosts, devouring the shadows of the Qing army in a heart-rending howl.

They were divided into groups of three, one with a sword, one with a sword, and one with a wolf or spear.

The ground was littered with minced flesh, the wailing and convulsing dreaded cavalry, and the horses staring wide-eyed and weeping on the ground, adding to the horror of the Iron Man.

Roto could barely breathe, and was so frightened that he lost his pulse, his eyes wide in disbelief and his jaw propped up to put two eggs in his mouth.

(End of chapter)