"Kill!"

Although they knew that rushing forward would be death, when one person rushed out, more people rushed over, and they waved their spears vigorously, although they could not pierce the enemy's armor, they still fought back desperately. The pikemen, who had been almost in collapse, regrouped again, raised the spears in their hands, stepped over the corpses of their comrades, and continued to rush towards the Qing soldiers.

Even if it was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, they still killed the past without hesitation.

Under the cover of the rain of arrows, the sky and the earth looked a little dark, and thousands of pikemen were shot by arrows, and they looked unwillingly ahead with arrows stuck in their bodies, watching the brothers in front of them fight to the death.

The wind blowing from the Yellow River swept over the battlefield, rolling up clouds of blood mist among the people. In the blood mist, one after another the soldiers of the loyal army fell, but the soldiers who followed one after another continued to counterattack.

But their counterattack was so weak that it gave people the illusion that eggs hit stones, and when they collided with the Qing army's armored soldiers, it was like a high-speed car suddenly hitting a group of sheep.

But they could not stop them, and another group of pikemen killed them without hesitation, their blood staining the iron armor of the captives crimson, reflecting a strange brilliance in the sun.

Blood!

Crimson blood burned like flames on the battlefield, and the lives of the warriors were the fuel for this flame. It's enough fuel to burn everything in the world, enough to make anyone tremble.

In this way, the Qing army, dressed in double heavy armor, rushed into the ranks of pikemen and bird-gunned soldiers, and under the protection of iron armor, they raised their swords again as if they were in a no-man's land, and once again began to slaughter. The sword in their hands, with the first swing, can take the lives of the loyal soldiers in front of them. But even so, the deafening shouts of killing still echoed on the battlefield, and these soldiers who were only wearing military uniforms resisted to the death under the leadership of the officer. The spears in their hands may not be able to pierce the armor, but they desperately stab the calves and arms of the Qing army, and would rather exchange several lives for one life in exchange for the opportunity to kill the enemy.

Despite the desperate counterattack of the pikemen and the bird-gunned soldiers, under their "push", they still kept retreating, and even the formation had fallen into chaos. The ground was littered with corpses and severed limbs, and among the corpses were more wounded struggling and wriggling.

Lying in the pile of corpses, Gan Shunkang gasped heavily, his right arm was cut off in the previous battle, and his eyes were weakly staring at the sky covered in blood, and there was still a rain of arrows in the air, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

"Kill!"

The deafening sound of killing seemed to have become a little faint, and in the shouting of killing, there were more screams of the brothers and the fierce shouts of the captives.

Just when he was a little bit stronger, suddenly, the grenade on the waist of the brother's corpse attracted his attention, he struggled, took out the grenades with all his strength, smashed the clay cover, looked at the ignition powder exposed under the clay cover, the face full of blood showed a smile, the velvet in the bamboo tube opened the lid, blew lightly, and smoked.

Kill!

Again, when the faint voice came, Gan Shunkang lit the grenade.

Holding a smoking grenade in his arms, he almost used all his strength to stand up, his eyes looked at the Qing troops around him, and rushed towards the crowd without hesitation.

"Mother!"

In the midst of that shout, the smoke of the explosion swept through the nearby Qing army. The action of one wounded soldier led the other wounded soldiers, and they all struggled to reach for the grenade, ignited it, and perished with the nearby Qing army. Even more people directly carried the lit grenades in their arms and rushed directly into the ranks of the Qing army, allowing the swords and axes to add to them, and they did not resist, and died directly with the Qing army.

However, in an instant, thousands of soldiers perished with the Qing army in the smoke cloud of the explosion.

For all this, Dasu, who seemed calm on the surface, trembled violently in his heart, if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to believe that these people were the weak and bullying Han people in his eyes.

If he is given a few more months to train, this will be ......

Today, we must kill all the thieves!

Again, with the waving of the order flag, the big drum of the Chinese army sounded, like a thunderous sound, the Qing army's offensive became more violent, and the green battalion soldiers who had been on the periphery of the battlefield were also put into the battlefield.

Looking at the desperate killing of the pikemen in front of him, Zhu Mingzhong's eyes unconsciously welled up with tears. Originally, these pikemen without armor were ordered to be stationed in the main formation, they should not have appeared here, and the reason why they appeared here was to rescue themselves and to rescue the brothers in distress.

They were covered in armor, and under the successive onslaught of the armored soldiers of the Qing army, they were already bleeding, and the formation had completely collapsed.

When the brothers in the phalanx were also in a bitter battle, only Zhu Mingzhong, who was in the array, could see the battle outside the formation, and the Qing soldiers in armor were holding steel knives, as if they were mowing grass, and with the thick armor on their bodies, they cut down the soldiers of the loyal and righteous army in rows to the ground, and they could also see the green battalion soldiers wearing uniforms from the side into the battlefield, and the red tassel guns and waist knives in their hands were all stabbed and chopped indiscriminately, cutting down the exhausted soldiers to the ground.

Just half an hour ago, the soldiers who had charged to the death without hesitation were forced to retreat constantly under the fierce attack of the Qing army. Despite this, there were still fighters who rushed towards the Qing army with a howl, either counterattacking with swords and guns, or dying with grenades.

This is my brother!

The wind blowing on the Yellow River, although it blew away the choking gunpowder smoke in the air, could not blow away the smell of blood in the air, and it also could not blow away the rising blood mist, the blood mist seemed to have become a blood rain that threatened to swallow the heavens and the earth, and the blood rain once again blocked Zhu Mingzhong's sight.

In the rain of blood, the sight was clear. Although the deafening roar could not be heard, in that red, several red flags were still flying high, fluttering high, just like those indomitable warriors, standing up straight, it was impossible to bend down anymore!

This is my brother!

Whether it's life or death! If you stand up straight, you can't bend down anymore!