As the invading firepower inflicted more and more casualties on the Ming army, the Ming musketeers began to change their tactics, and they jumped off the trench after firing this shot, leaving the shooting boundary to the people behind. Soon, the trench a few meters wide was crowded with Ming soldiers, and their vanguard spearmen were still pushing and shoving with the soldiers of the Guards Battalion in the communication trench, and more spearmen were blocked behind.

The Ming gunners on the edge of the trench could not shoot, and the arquebuses of the intruding army were still unhurriedly hitting the people who could not jump into the ditch behind. The follow-up Ming troops, who could not jump off the trench, continuously endured the salvo fire of the Guards Battalion, and the two guns of the Guards Battalion also roared from time to time, knocking down the Ming troops on the opposite side in columns.

"There must be about six hundred firearms." Jia Minghe saw that there were hundreds of subordinates who fell to the ground, and although the two teams of the Chizhuo battalion who opened the way still had considerable strength, the strength of the intrusive army on the opposite side obviously exceeded 2,000.

"Kaifeng said that everyone in Xu Ping has guns, they have always exaggerated, these six hundred guns are half of Xu Ping's family in any case, let's eliminate them first." Jia Minghe finished thinking in his heart, and ordered to Homer: "Keep two teams in reserve, and the rest will attack and fight quickly." ”

"Yes, handsome."

He Ma had already prepared his subordinates for battle, and the herald delivered Jia Minghe's order, and the Xuanfeng battalion, which had been waiting a little impatiently, immediately beat the war drums and strode forward.

Xu Ping suddenly heard the drums of the Ming army become as rapid as a torrential rain, and at the same time, thousands of people shouted in unison from the rear of the Ming army. At this time, many people in the Chizhuo Battalion of the New Army had already jumped off the trenches, and the battle line on the ground was already very thin, and with the shout, this thin line suddenly parted like a wave, and countless white feathers swayed rapidly, swaying the earth slightly, and Xu Ping let out a soft sigh: "Select the front battalion." ”

Xu Ping put down the binoculars and ordered softly: "Let's compare the flop to the big and small." ”

As Xu Ping's flag waved, Yu Shenhe and Hei Baoyi, who were hiding at both ends of the low wall, quietly stood up, revealing half of their heads to peep at the movements of the Ming army, while each raising a hand.

The white-feathered soldiers rushed forward without stopping, leaping over the crowded trenches, and they stepped on the bodies of their companions and charged forward. The Ming troops in those trenches were stunned for a moment, then they bent down and put their hands on the shoulders of their comrades, forming a bridge of human ladders that shone with the brilliance of steel, allowing the companions of the sister battalion to pass over the obstacles in a steady stream.

"What a soldier." Chi Shude, who was waiting for an order behind Xu Ping's side, couldn't help but praise in a low voice.

"All stand up!"

With the shouts of the commanders of the two wings of the Guards Battalion, the soldiers sitting or lying on their stomachs around them rose from the ground one after another, and at the same time shouted together: "Stand up! ”

Countless muzzles of guns poked out densely on the low wall in front of the Ming army, and the hay under the low wall was lifted at the same time, and large groups flew into the air. As the straws flew into the air, countless soldiers appeared as if by magic, and one after another hats appeared on the ground to form a long row, which quickly spread to the center and finally turned at the midpoint. Beneath the two rows of hats were attentive faces, each soldier aiming his rifle straight ahead—as the straw fluttered like snowflakes fell between the hat and the densely packed barrels.

"Fire!"

A line of white smoke shot out from the low wall, and then a line of white smoke shot out from the trench below the wall, and the fine pieces of straw scattered in all directions as if frightened. More than 20 meters away from them, countless screams rang out from the Ming army's formation, and almost an entire row of soldiers fell to the ground and rolled on the ground.

Because of the faster rate of fire of the flintlock pistols, the Guards battalions in the low walls and trenches used three-line rounds. After seeing the gun raised in the front row, Qin Dedong immediately shouted, and the brothers of Quan Guo walked forward in unison.

"Ready." Qin Dedong shouted the order as he laid the gun flat on the edge of the trench, and he saw with his peripheral vision that Quan Guo's brothers had made the same move. Behind the densely packed flintlock pistols were a pair of eyes that did not blink.

"Fire!"

The squad officer's shout came into his ears, Qin Dedong pulled the trigger, stood up straight, and there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and the soldier of the third fruit of the squad was waiting to be replaced.

More Ming soldiers were knocked down, and those who were immediately behind them tripped and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground with their companions. The Ming army behind did not know the situation in front, after the spearmen of the Xuanfeng battalion rushed forward, the Ming spearmen in the front trench also climbed out of the trench, shouting and charging forward behind the Xuanfeng battalion, and they continued to advance.

By this time the second trench was already crowded. The soldiers in the front trench had retreated from the communication trench to here. At this time, Gao Chengcang was filling the medicine in the back row, and he had to push a way for himself when he moved forward again. When Gao Chengcang stood in the front row, he saw that the Ming soldiers had rushed in front of him, and he instinctively raised his gun diagonally before he had time to reach the edge of the trench, and the spearmen of the invading army beside him also raised their spears to prepare for battle.

The tall Ming soldier in front of him made a gesture to stab his spear at Gao Chengcang, Gao Chengcang hurriedly adjusted the muzzle of the gun to point in the direction of the opponent, but before he could fire, there was a salvo from behind him, and the enemy, who was about to assassinate him, twisted to the side with a shake of his body. Before this officer and soldier fell, he had already been pushed away by the people behind him, and Gao Chengcang was full of shaking officers and soldiers in iron armor, and there were shouts everywhere around him. Unable to hear the order anymore, he casually fired the musket bullets. As he stepped back, several spears pierced from the front, and some of his companions were stabbed and let out a heart-rending cry. At the same time, the spearmen of the invading army were also stabbing, and the spears of both sides were intertwined and crackled.

Gao Chengcang was still retreating, he had already subconsciously bounced the fire rope away and carried out a new round of charge, at this time the Ming army in front of him had rushed to the edge of the trench, and some of them began to jump into the trench. A silver shadow flew down against Gao Chengcang's side, slamming into the person next to him, and more Ming soldiers jumped in, and everywhere there were soldiers of the two armies shouting and fighting. Gao Chengcang can no longer shoot. In front of him, a guy wearing an iron mask and a feather on his head stared at him, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly they yelled in unison and pounced on each other. The soldier of the Selector Battalion could not stab his spear in the narrow trench, so he slapped the gun as a stick, and Gao Chengcang had a better weapon, and he turned the gun upside down and smashed the butt of the gun into the opponent's helmet. One, two, three times, Gao Chengcang's continuous heavy blows finally knocked the opponent to stagger, and he hit several times in a row, and the opponent's legs fell to the ground with a weak leg, and his head hung down weakly. With a punch in the back, Gao Chengcang turned around and saw another enemy soldier punching, he hurriedly parried with his gun, and then gave the opponent a hard blow to the chest with the butt of the round gun......

The soldiers of the Guards Battalion behind the low wall and in the third trench were still firing in normal rounds, and when he shot for the first time, Yue Mu was still carefully looking at the enemy he was aiming at, and then he had to put all his mind on reloading, and he hurriedly completed a full set of actions several times in a row, and then hurriedly obeyed the order to fire, but despite this, he was still in a hurry - although the flintlock pistol reloaded much faster than the arquebus, the three-row rotation system made the soldiers have a very tight time, and this time Yue Mu had not had time to reload, I found that I had walked to the front row again, and the sound of Qin Guochang's preparation for cheering had already sounded in my ears.

"It's okay......" When Yue Mu bent down and aimed the gun forward, he suddenly felt a strange sense of relief, and he carefully looked at the Ming soldier he was aiming at again: "Spare your life, kid." ”

"Fire!"

When the order came, Yue Mu pulled the trigger in a relaxed mood, and the smoke from the unloaded musket was no different from that of his companions.

In Yue Mu's field of vision, the Ming army armor soldier who was rushing in the front row with a straight spear suddenly froze with the sound of the gunshot, and then spun and flipped out.

"The king of Hades told you to die in the third watch, who can keep you until the fifth watch." The brothers who rushed past the third fruit beside him, Yue Mu retreated while charging the medicine, and this sentence suddenly came to his mind.

More Ming soldiers jumped out of the second trench, which was already crowded and almost immobile. This situation caused the subsequent Ming troops to stop in front of the trench, but standing here they were subjected to continuous fire from the intruding army at close range, and each time the two guns fired, they knocked down the columns of Ming troops. A few Ming soldiers simply walked down the trench with the men fighting below, and they were hit by the muskets of the invading army, fell on a group of people, and disappeared into countless waving arms and fists.

The scuffle in front of him made Xu Ping a little overwhelmed, and the second trench was full of soldiers waving their fists and fighting wildly. The white-feathered soldiers were still squeezing up, and many Ming soldiers began to crawl out of the second trench and rushed towards the low wall. And the soldiers of the Guards Battalion behind the low wall also began to be knocked down by the counterattack fire of the Ming army. As time passed, there were more than a dozen.

"Hasn't the impact of the Election Battalion been exhausted yet?"

"As long as an army is willing to shed blood, it will always advance." Chen Zhe's words came to his ears.

A somewhat desolate smile appeared at the corner of Xu Ping's mouth, looking back at the person who spoke, Chen Zhe's expression also looked a little strange, and he hugged his fist towards Xu Ping: "My lord, let's go up." ”

"Okay." Xu Ping saw that the formation of each fruit was a little chaotic, the fruit leaders could basically walk in unison, and the soldiers next to them were okay, but the ones that were a little farther away were much worse, and the end of the twenty people and one fruit often couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the whole army.

Chen Zhe rushed forward with the training team, and these instructors scattered into the various fruits, setting an example to the soldiers around them like those fruit leaders, and while they participated in the battle, they still had the spare energy to repeat the commands of the various team and squad officers loudly, so that every soldier could hear them clearly.

"Brother Chen's words," Zhou Dongtian frowned and said, "It's very familiar, it seems to have heard it somewhere." ”

"Yes, you've definitely heard that." Xu Ping raised the binoculars and looked in the direction of Jia Minghe's general flag, and Xu Ping was sad when the teaching team heard the teacher who was lecturing say this.

On the opposite side of Xu Ping, the corpses on the three-hundred-meter-long battle line were stacked higher, and the Ming army's musketeers used the corpses of their companions as cover to shoot at the camp. In the trench in front of their feet, the soldiers of the two armies were still fighting with their fists and teeth, and this mode of engagement would be very beneficial to the intruding army in Xu Ping's vision, and in fact it was true, more and more Ming troops were killed on the ground in front of the battle, while the losses of the invading army hiding in the trench were much smaller.

"Cavalry, assault!"

The horse team officer of the Xuanfeng battalion could no longer tolerate this method of engagement, and without asking for instructions, he dropped his armor on his own, and first led fifty cavalry around the battle line to kill Xu Ping's flank.

"The dog officers and soldiers are here!" Tian Zaixing shouted, just now he had been watching Chi Shude and other cavalry fighting in the camp, and the cavalry general of the western camp was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks. Tian Zaixing didn't know his real name and surname, he was picked out by Zhang Xianzhong from an abandoned baby pit in the field, grew up in the boy camp in Xiying, and followed the third and fourth masters for so many years, Tian Zaixing learned one thing: kill officers and soldiers.

The cavalry attack of the Xuanfeng battalion failed to attract Xu Ping's attention, he had hundreds of cavalry in his hands, as well as spearmen who were on standby, and in the face of such a near-suicidal charge, he simply ordered to meet it, and then turned his attention back to the battlefield where the infantry was fighting. These brave Ming cavalry were soon wiped out, and in this engagement, Tian Zaixing cut down two Ming cavalrymen, and he looked over to the opposite side and noticed a flag fluttering behind the side of the battle line.

"Is that the battalion flag of the Election Battalion?"

The person next to him looked at it, shook his head and said, "No, it's so short, it looks like a team flag." ”

"The team flag is good, I heard that Huang Hou's subordinates have never lost a flag, let them see how powerful our Xiying athletes are!" Tian Zaixing grabbed the horse's belly and rushed out brandishing a yard knife: "Kill the officers and soldiers, kill the officers and soldiers." ”

Seeing the cavalry surprise attack on their own and disappearing into the camp formation, Jia Minghe, who knew that they were more than lucky, still held a glimmer of hope and observed hard, and saw more than 200 cavalry rushing out from behind the formation, Jia Minghe fell to the bottom of the valley with one heart, and asked blankly: "How many thieves are there here?" How did Xu Ping hide his sentry? ”

Almost in a breath, Jia Minghe shouted in a deep voice: "Team C stepped forward and attacked the thief cavalry. ”

And Xu Ping was taken aback: "Who ordered the attack?" ”

The Ming army that Tian Zaixing rushed to was a small group of flag bearers who had just retreated from the battle line after a hard battle, and most of their companions were fighting hard with the breaking army in the trench at this time, and the team officer was worried that the team flag would be damaged in the melee, and since the battle situation no longer needed to be commanded with the flag, he ordered the flag bearer to protect the team flag and withdraw to the side to wait.

Two hundred soldiers of the western battalion ran out of a large arc circle and killed the lonely group of standard-bearers, seeing so many cavalry killed in front of them, the ten flag-bearers and drummers saw that they had no time to cover the retreat of the flag, so they surrounded the flag-bearers in the center, and several flag-bearers with spears stood in the front, and the drummers also drew their swords and prepared to fight.

"What a hawk minion." After Tian Zaixing swept away from the soldiers of this group of Xianfeng Battalion for the first time, he scolded fiercely, in the face of the enemy cavalry of the brigade, this small group of Ming troops was tightly grouped together instead of scattering, and as a result, few knights of the Western Battalion could get close to them. Several Ming soldiers were cut to the ground, but three cavalrymen from the Western Camp were also stabbed with spears and dismounted, and the horses of the Western Battalion rolled by, stirring up a large cloud of smoke and dust, and the flag was still erected on the smoke.

At this time, the spearmen of the Ming army had already killed in front of Tian Zaixing, they trotted forward with their spears in their hands, and they were still able to maintain the formation of the phalanx, and the cavalry of the Xiying Army, who could not catch their horses, was stabbed by the spearmen of the Ming army, and those in the front row fell down one after another, and were nailed to the ground before standing up.

At this time, Tian Zaixing had already turned his horse's head and turned around to kill the flag, when he rushed to the side of the flag, the Ming army flag bearer had already handed over the military flag to his left hand, protecting it on the side, and his right hand took out a handcuff from his waist, raised it steadily forward, and pointed to a Xiying cavalry who waved his saber high.

Immediately after the shot, the Flag Bearer released his handcuff and let it fall to the ground, his right arm retracted to draw his sword.

At this time, Tian Zaixing ignored the only two spears left, slammed the reins, and stopped the mount next to the Ming army standard-bearer, while completing this beautiful riding action, Tian Zaixing's left arm was long, grabbed the military flag, and at the same time swung the knife in his hand down along the flagpole, and cut off all the fingers of the standard-bearer with one sword.

"Dog officer," the fingers already felt the flagpole, "bring it!" With a loud shout, Tian Zaixing planned to speed up and leave.

But almost at the same moment, there was a sharp pain in his left forearm, and before he could understand what was happening, Tian Zaixung had already let out a loud cry, and his left arm retracted like an electric shock, but he saw that his left hand was still clutching his booty. And the Ming standard-bearer had already thrown down his bloody saber and grabbed it back with his right hand tightly on the flagpole. Tian Zaixung and the eyes hidden behind the mask looked at each other, and they seemed to shimmer with metallic light like the mask. Tian Zaixing didn't have time to think about it, so he waved his hand and slashed a few fingers of the flag bearer's right hand.

"Dog Officer." Tian Zaixing, who grinned in pain, roared again, the mount had already started, he threw away his single knife and leaned over to grab the military flag that had lost its support and was slowly falling, but he grabbed it empty, his fingers slid away against the flagpole, Tian Zaixing stretched out his arm with all his strength and grabbed his broken arm that was still on the flagpole.

Ma rushed away from the Ming army's flag guard, "The banner of the new army has been captured by our western camp. The excited Tian Zaixing was waiting to let out a loud shout again. Suddenly, he heard a thunderbolt of gunfire behind him, and then his body rushed forward, as if a boulder had hit his waist.

Before the "dog officer and soldier ......" fell to the ground, Tian Zaixing had lost his eyesight, and his eyes were dark, but his right hand was still holding his severed hand firmly fixed to the flagpole: "The inexhaustible eagle minions......

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