In the riverbed of the Black River, the original black river sand is gradually dyed with a new color, which is a bright red. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 On the morning of the outbreak of the war, less than an hour before the rising sun had just risen in the east, the battlefield was like a slaughterhouse, and blood filled the earth, seeping into the land, reflecting a bewitching bright red in the sunlight.

The Mongols' heavily armored cavalry attacked, and they began to pick up speed at a distance of two hundred paces.

The iron armor and warriors with huge mass are swept with kinetic energy, and the sound of the horse's hooves stomping on the ground is like background music, rendering such a slaughter.

Once the charge is launched, it means that the long knife is unsheathed, and the knife is not sealed without blood.

And in the same way, their opponents, the soldiers of the First Army of the Ming Dynasty, also had such a mood.

Gunpowder smoke rose into the sky, filling the sky and obscuring the view.

Thousands of lead bullets shot out at a gallop, hitting the armor of the Mongolian iron horseman, making a dull and piercing sound of various colors.

With a distance of only 80 paces, the ZTE rifle has been fully utilized in terms of firepower, and the fragmented lead bullet roll with 200 meters per second kinetic energy pierced through the clumsy armor, and even pierced through the fragile body of a few individuals, hitting the latter person. The lead bullet pierced by the flesh slashed slightly, striking the armor with a crisp clanging sound.

The Mongolian heavy-armored iron rider in the front row was splattered with blood and fell down in wail. Some of those who were unfortunately hit by the rain of bullets were not seriously injured to death, but they also lost their balance in the face of the huge function and were taken off their horses.

Whether it was the former or the latter, falling while the heavily armored iron cavalry was charging was destined to be a tragic outcome.

With hundreds of iron cavalry in the front row as a shield, the follow-up Mongolian iron cavalry still launched a charge, even if they had their fallen comrades in front of them.

When the charge is launched, it becomes a luxury to want to stop.

Unless, they cut through the formations of all the enemies in front of them, and crush all the enemies in front of them.

Hundreds of iron horsemen fell, even if they were only slightly injured, they were still turned into flesh under the trampling of the follow-up heavy armored iron horses.

The screams resounded through the battlefield in an instant, even drowning out the sound of firing for a moment.

The time when the fire net was at its densest passed quietly, and the first round of shooting achieved good results, but Zhang Ting's face showed the most solemn expression.

After all three rounds of alternating fire were fired, an imperceptible gap suddenly appeared in the Ming army's firepower.

Taking advantage of this gap, Qinggeltai burst out again, and led his troops to increase the speed to the fastest, and there were only less than thirty paces left before the battle formation of the whole army.

This distance is under the speed of rapid impact, and it is not even time to think about it.

It was as if everything had become instinct.

As the most vanguard main battalion in the whole army, Zhang Ting gave an order almost instinctively: "Set up a spear, and the grenadiers prepare for the thunder!" ”

After the order was given, Zhang Ting seemed to react, and he roared almost the whole time to assemble the grenadier company.

Ding Gaotian skillfully erected the spear, and the spear of one and a half feet was inserted diagonally on the ground, trembling slightly with the tip of the spear made of stainless steel, flashing with cold light, waiting for the moment when the two armies formed a formation.

The battlefield seemed to be silent at this moment, and Ding Gaotian quietly watched the countless iron bumps rushing up in front of him.

There was also a man in front of him, a heavily armored cavalryman with a stronger body than the Mongol knights around him. This enemy is more majestic, and the armor on his body is also heavier, and the impact is far greater than that of others.

Ding Gaotian held the spear in his hand tightly, watched the Mongolian knight easily dodge the spear in his hand, and then drew a scimitar in his hand and slashed towards the soldiers in the Ming army.

The dense stabbing pierced the air at this moment, and countless sounds of breaking the air went towards it, spilling blood on everyone's body with splashes.

Then, the dense spears quickly hit the heavily armored iron cavalry that rushed towards them.

Ding Gaotian was the unlucky guy, and the huge impact force with huge kinetic energy was quickly transmitted from the tip of the gun to Ding Gaotian's hands.

The body of the gun was bent violently and hit Ding Gaotian's body.

A huge force collided, causing Ding Gaotian to suddenly roll his eyes, and his heart changed like a river and a sea at this moment. After enduring this uncomfortable feeling and feeling the saltiness in his throat, Ding Gaotian subconsciously bowed slightly and picked up the ZTE rifle that was placed on the ground.

In the sweltering iron helmet, the Mongolian knight showed a puzzled look: "At this time, can you still give you a hundred bells to reload?" ”

Most of the Mongolian knights who can be selected into the heavy armor iron cavalry are elite warriors. Most of these people also have combat experience, and know that although the fire gun is sharp, it can easily hurt people. But again, if it is fired very slowly, it is like a crossbow, which is not a substitute for a longbow despite its thousands of years of history.

Especially the training of the Ming people is lax, the quality of the ordnance is poor, and no matter how powerful this firearm is, it is rarely powerful. Only in the hands of Zhu Cihong will there be a new atmosphere.

Although these thoughts are complex, they only happen in the light of light.

At such a critical moment, life is at a momentary juncture.

With the power of the impact, the Mongolian knight turned the scimitar in his hand again, and was about to slash towards Ding Gaotian's neck again. Although it seems to be just a forceless stroke, it seems as if it is just a stroke.

But in the midst of it, Ding Gaotian suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the keen intuition from the veteran made him realize the danger coming. This is the moment when life and death are hanging by a thread, almost subconsciously, Ding Gaotian rolled on the ground, gradually raised the rifle in his hand, clicked, and stabbed the arm of the Mongolian knight with a knife quickly and accurately.

This was swift and ferocious, which reminded Ding Gaotian of the countless boring and exhausting training before the war.

That's right, this is the bayonet on the new ZTE rifle.

The bayonet made of crucible steel was so hard that even the heavily armored iron rider who was impenetrable in iron armor could not hide it in front of the bayonet made of crucible steel.

Blood rushed out in an instant, and the scimitar in the Mongolian knight's hand could no longer be clenched. By the time he roared and picked up a mace with his left hand, Ding Gaotian had already flexibly returned to his comrade's side.

More of them were spearmen standing up with their spears in their hands.

They didn't care about the blood-strewn robes on the ground, and after the back column changed to the front, the soldiers immediately continued to erect their spears to buy time for their comrades behind them.

Lin Li's spears continued to stab at the Mongolian heavy armored iron cavalry that rushed into the formation in front of him.

Under the rounds of re-sending, the tenacious Ming army's battle formation was like a giant drum that was constantly vibrating, making a loud sound, as if it would be broken at any time.

At the same time, Ding Gaotian, who escaped with his life, gratefully looked at Zhang Ting, who rushed to the front line with his personal guards at some point. It was just now that Zhang Ting arrived with reinforcements, so that Ding Gaotian could return to the battle formation.

A bitter but admittedly fact is that on top of the charge of the heavily armored iron cavalry, despite the astonishing damage, their battle formation quickly shattered after the charge, and they had to rely on their excellent organizational skills to constantly rebuild the battle formation.

It's as if the boss's health bar is constantly smoothed, and once the blood bar dries up, it will usher in the moment of collapse.

In this real world, there is no such thing as a healing priest. There is only one way to get to the end under such a bloody life-and-death test: kill all the enemies.

Zhang Ting didn't regard saving a squad leader as a great deed, he breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and said with a smile: "Soon the donkey skills will be exhausted." And our brothers...... It's coming too! ”

"Ready, cast!"

A rough roar sounded at this moment.

Listening to the sound of hunting, Ding Gaotian and Zhang Ting looked at the top of their heads at almost the same time.

There, a dense black rain presented a parabola, rising above the heads of the Ming soldiers, and then slowly falling on the opposite clearing.

In an instant, a violent vibration resounded.

The fire was overflowing and blood was splattering.

Ding Gaotian recognized the comer: "It's the earth-shaking thunder!" ”

He quickly understood what Zhang Ting was talking about the poor skills of the donkey.

There is no doubt that the charge of the heavy cavalry was powerful. After they formed the formation, they easily defeated the one, two, or even three layers of the Ming army battle formation in front, forcing the extremely tenacious Ming people to constantly retreat and organize a new defensive line.

But to achieve all these results, they did not rely on the slashing of the knights on horseback, but on the rapid impact, which crushed the Akito warriors who maintained the battle formation, and could not maintain the battle formation.

Once the potential energy of the charge is exhausted, the time to counterattack has arrived.

The appearance of the earth-shattering thunder means that this moment is rapidly approaching...... Or rather, it's already here!

"Kill!"

Countless shouts resounded in the sky at this moment. It was the arrival of friendly forces.

Ding Gaotian listened to the sound from afar, and his chest suddenly became extremely ironed, hot, and surging with countless warm currents.

As a veteran, Ding Gaotian has really seen a lot, and the wars he has participated in and the countless battles of all sizes are even more unknown.

But there is a striking unanimity on the idea that any group without organization and discipline is a mess. And this means that often the army or the yamen only needs to send a few hundred or even dozens of people to easily suppress an enemy ten times their size.

And this is the importance of teamwork, organization and discipline.

Of course, if it escalates to a higher level of war.

That is the need for countless organizations to come together and fight together.

However, in the past years of the Ming Dynasty, most of the time, even if they were officers and soldiers of the imperial court, even under the banner of resisting foreign aggression, they could not balance the ravines of the Ming army.

Seeing death and not saving him, the thing of fighting alone really made Ding Gaotian see too much and see too much, so that he was numb.

And now, the feeling that he was by no means alone surged into Ding Gaotian's heart, making him so excited that he couldn't control himself.

"Kill!" Ding Gaotian shouted.

On his side, countless Ming soldiers raised the Zhongxing rifle in their hands.

In this time of lightning, the soldiers who had trained thousands of times performed exceptionally and completed the loading.

Subsequently......

"Fire!"

The net of fire is gathering again.

The Mongol knight, who was more majestic than the others, looked at the pierced wound on his right side unwillingly.

Bang bang bang......

Countless lead bullets fell on him, piercing through the seemingly tight armor and slicing through the flesh. And he had time to roll over and try to hide on the back of the warhorse.

There is no doubt that his attempt failed.

Immediately, countless screams rang out.

"Qinggeltai!"

"Qinggeltai!"

"Chingel Tata...... He's dead! ”

The majestic body of this game fell under the horse, and unwillingly stared at the battle formation that was slowly recovering in front of him.

The thin three-column Ming army formation has become an existence that can never be crossed.

Yin and yang are separated, and Qinggeltai was killed on the spot.

In the midst of the Mongol army, Eluchen closed his eyes in pain. Although, this old Ordos Ministry Jinong has fantasized about the arrival of this day countless times, and has made psychological preparations in advance.

But when this day really came, and his beloved young son died on the battlefield, it still made his heart bleed.

Three thousand heavily armored iron cavalry fell into the Ming army's formation, but they never saw the day when they cut through the Ming army's formation.

But he did not regret it, he looked at the envoys from the various tribes of Great Mongolia and the generals under his command and said, "My goal has been achieved. You see, what are the Akito most proud of? It's a firecracker, a firearm that can kill the enemy dozens of steps apart. But even the most powerful firecrackers will fall into constant collapse once they face melee combat. ”

E's words inspired all the audience.

They looked at the battlefield and understood this.

Obviously, the Mongols used 3,000 heavily armored iron cavalry to make up for the military generation gap with the Ming firecrackers. Akito who is caught in melee combat is a weak existence that they can confidently defeat!

"Jinong is mighty!"

"Immortal Heaven bless Mongolia!"

"God bless Mongolia!"

……

"Now, then!" He exhaled slowly, "Let's charge!" All the warriors of the Mongols, take your men and attack them. Is Akuto scary? No! Their proud musketeers are in close combat, and if we attack, we will win! Are their cannons powerful? No! Now, on top of the green mound, there is also my Great Mongolia's Hongyi cannon! Now, on the left and right flanks, our warriors Bayindai and Umbuchuhur are about to launch an outflanking attack. Attack, is victory! ”

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

……

Knock knock knock......

The drum sounded, and the minister clamped the horse's belly and galloped across the battle array. As soon as he moved, the main force of the Ordos Department behind him followed and attacked. The envoys of the Mongol tribes who had come to watch the battle were also moved by this ambition and charged in unison.

He looked at the battle formation of the Ming army in front of him heroically, as if it was a matter of time before he broke through.

Indeed, on the left and right flanks, Umbu Chushu and Bayindai, had already launched a successful detour and launched a siege.

And the Ming people are still ignorant at the moment, and they don't know how to go above the green mound, and countless cold eyes are looking at this place. And behind these cold eyes, there are hearts that hide anger one after another. (To be continued.) )