Qin Feng has always been stingy in the equipment of the soldiers, just like when he was the captain of the death battalion in the Western Army of Chu State, in order to let the soldiers have better equipment, he cheated and abducted him, and did everything he could. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

repeatedly snatched the equipment of friendly troops, and the death battalion became the public enemy of the Western Army, but because of their excellent records, every time they went into battle, they gnawed the hardest bones, and they also turned a blind eye to the top, and when they made a lot of trouble, they were just raised high and gently put down. The most important thing that made the battalions of the Western Army no longer compete with them was that Qin Feng once lifted the commander's table, and the final result was only dozens of boards, this kind of thing, if another general was changed, his head would not only be cut off many times.

This is also the reason why the number of Taiping troops has always been small. In order to ensure that the equipment of the army is always the best and the soldiers are the strongest, the number of the Taiping army has been controlled at a very small scale.

With the area that Qin Feng now controls, if he is like Mo Luo, he can easily pick up an army that is frightening in terms of numbers, but Qin Feng is disdainful of this kind of crowd tactics, and he wants to take the route of elite soldiers.

The soldiers of the miners' battalion were carefully selected by Lu Feng, all of them were tall and powerful, and Qin Feng tailored a set of equipment for them.

Holding an iron sword in both hands is the standard configuration of the death camp, and heavy armor on the whole body is also necessary for them. When they fled from Chu to Yue, the remaining soldiers of the death battalion buried their heavy armor in the Luoying Mountains, and now, all the equipment of this army has been transplanted to the miners' battalion.

The Kai armor and iron knife weighing dozens of catties, and the soldiers who are in poor health, when they put on him, it will be a problem to walk, but here in the miners' camp, it is not any problem.

Of course, it is impossible for them to run long distances with this kind of equipment, and positional warfare is their favorite.

Attacking fortifications, this is the positioning that Qin Feng gave them. Similar to the original death camp.

In the face of several times their enemy troops, the miner battalion did not have any fear, from the gap exposed on the armor, they could see that the Vietnamese army on the opposite side was only wearing the simplest armor, when they usually practiced, they had tried to cut the workshop of the Taiping Iron Mine to make the scrapped plate armor, under their knives, even the plate armor could be broken by them, let alone these guys in front of them.

Both sides are full of confidence and close to each other.

While shouting, there was silence. The soldiers of the miners' battalion wore visors, only two eyes were exposed on their faces, and there was a breathable slit in their nostrils, which was not a good sound to shout in such a situation. If you really want to shout out, it will shake your ears.

The Vietnamese army was armed with spears, longer than the miners' battalions held knives in both hands, and the spears were already the first to pierce out at a distance of several paces.

The soldiers of the miner battalion turned sideways slightly, and what made all the Vietnamese soldiers who stabbed out their spears change color was that their spears pierced the opponent's armor, and with the opponent's slight sideways, the spears brought out a long spark on the armor, and they did not pierce the opponent's protection.

When they realized that the guys they were facing were such a group of people, the other party took a step forward, and the knives in both hands were already heavily slashed down.

Blood splattered everywhere, and when a knife went down, it was all cut in two.

As soon as the first knife fell, the footsteps of the first batch of miner battalion soldiers were slightly heavy, and the second row had already stepped out of the gap between the people in the first row, and another knife was connected with the first knife, not giving the enemy on the opposite side any time to react.

The faces of the Vietnamese officers who were still laughing at the sparse ranks of the miners' battalion changed at this moment, and the other party did not form a neat line, but deliberately stood like this.

The shrill whistle sounded in the three phalanxes, like three rolling knife wheels, they rolled forward, killing gods when they met gods, and killing Buddhas when they met Buddhas. On the way they crushed, a field of blood and mutilated bodies were shed.

In less than half a pillar of incense, a phalanx of the Vietnamese army at the front no longer existed, and the five hundred big men who were alive and well not long ago became a pile of fragments on the ground.

The scoring wheel rolls forward.

The soldiers of the Vietnamese army in the back began to panic, and the faces of the officers changed color, and Chen Ci, who was watching this battlefield, completely lost his blood color on his face for the first time.

Farther away, Jiang Shangyan slashed the back of an enemy's neck with a knife, and squinted at the battlefield in the distance, also shocked, this was also the first time he saw the battle scene of the miner battalion.

"Fuck it, fuck it." He muttered and scolded, not knowing who he was scolding, and thought about how he would deal with it if he encountered such a barbaric attack.

In the blink of an eye, they thought of countless countermeasures, but in the end, they all shook their heads, and the only available way was to find a group of guys who were just as tough as them to slash and break the force, or else they would choose the battlefield in advance, make yin moves on the battlefield, dig holes, set up mechanisms, and the key was to put them on the ground.

It's not easy for a guy dressed like this to get up once he falls to the ground. And in such a marching procession, once you fall to the ground, you have no chance to get up at all.

But such a war with prerequisites would be difficult to fight, shaking his head, Jiang Shangyan remembered the previous death battalion, and it was rumored that the death battalion was such a group of guys.

In fact, Jiang Shangyan really thought wrong, the miner battalion copied the death battalion in terms of equipment, but it really can't be compared in terms of combat effectiveness, the death battalion is composed of death row prisoners from all over the Chu State, and when he goes, his own martial arts cultivation is not low, but the current miner battalion is from the peasants not long ago.

The previous death battalion was equivalent to turning a group of masters or quasi-masters on the rivers and lakes into an army after rigorous training, and this kind of horror could not describe their horror without personally experiencing the people who fought with them.

At the time of Luoying Mountain Range, Deng Pu had always won against them with a sea of people, but fortunately, there were only more than 2,000 people fighting around the death camp, and they had never exceeded this number, and it was impossible to exceed this number.

Lu Feng's tension from the beginning was slowly relieved, and when he found that the enemy in front of him was not as terrible as he imagined, he completely relaxed, and his command was more calm, and the entire phalanx was under his command, either advancing as a whole, or sweeping and rotating on a certain line as an axis, and the entire miner battalion was like a sophisticated killing machine, running in an orderly manner.

When someone falls, the gap is filled.

Yang Zhi was finally rescued, and when the edge of the miners' battalion was turning, it swept to the phalanx surrounding Yang Zhi, and after a chaotic sound, the airtight encirclement was swept away, and Yang Zhi swooped out of it, covered with blood, and he didn't know how many were enemies and how many were his own.

Yang Zhi's face was a little pale, obviously a little tired.

The enemy is like a thousand-armed Guanyin, holding countless weapons in his hands, indiscriminately is a burst of wild beatings, even if he is powerful, but his fists are difficult to fight with four hands, and he is still tired enough.

Escaping from the encirclement, retreating to the side and gasping for breath, watching his subordinates sweep through the opponent, Yang Zhi's face turned from white to red, and from red to purple to black, he wanted to be a lone hero, but he didn't want to be fished out of the suffering by these soldiers who he usually trained like his grandson.

It's really shameless to think about.

After a moment of respite, he finally lifted his big sword again, this time, he did not crash into the enemy group again, but kept wandering and killing the enemy on the edge of the enemy, with his martial arts, unfolding his body, ordinary enemies could not even see his shadow and was finished, if there was no miner battalion, he could have launched an army to surround him, but the miner battalion was just like a roll, in addition to the Vietnamese army shrinking tighter and tighter, there also dared to divide troops to surround Yang Zhi.

The 3,000 miners' battalion soon entered the lineup of the Vietnamese army, and the Vietnamese army, which was more numerous, was forced to retreat step by step, Chen Ci looked at this scene in shock, looked back and looked at the direction of the Baoqing camp, the formation that had been flattened before had slowly swelled up at this time, and there was a faint tendency to expand at this time.

At this time, he is faced with a dilemma, if he continues to fight, he will not necessarily lose, because war, sometimes the test is a tenacity, at this time he is on the entire battlefield, and he is not really down, on the whole, he still has a slight upper hand. If you continue to fight, you may win, but you may also lose, if you retreat now, you can still retreat calmly, in case you are about to lose and then leave, but it will not be so convenient.

Retreating means that the plan to occupy Yongping County has completely failed, and he and Luo Yishui will fall into a greater predicament, but if they don't retreat, if they really lose, they will lose both land and people.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally made up his mind, and if he was not completely sure of defeating his opponent, he could only retreat, at least he could save his head and make plans again.

In the direction of the Baoqing camp, the Vietnamese army still has the upper hand, so the retreat is more calm, after a fierce attack, the Vietnamese army suddenly retreated, the retreating army wrapped the miner battalion from the other direction, Lu Feng saw this, immediately commanded the miner battalion to change the formation on the spot, it was between this change, the withdrawn Vietnamese army and the Vietnamese army attacking the miner battalion converged together, with the cavalry broken, slowly retreated towards the direction of Zhongping.

The Baoqing battalion has been pressed downwind, and there is not much to do about the retreat of the opponent, while the miner battalion is the inexperienced military commander, and when they saw that the Vietnamese army besieging the Baoqing battalion suddenly got rid of the Baoqing battalion and rushed towards them, they subconsciously had a sense of self-preservation, the lineup shrank, and safety first.

Jiang Shangyan could only sigh when she saw this scene.

"It's a pity, it was originally an opportunity to win more with less, and destroy the enemy in one battle, so that these two vegetables and melons were ruined." (To be continued.) )