On the wide field near Gaozi, a crowd formed by the Han army formation was approaching the Ming army's front under the guidance of the military flags of each battalion, braved the artillery fire of the Ming army.

Zheng Chenggong's small number of artillery were lined up and bombarded the Han army. The shells splashed mud pillars on the road ahead, smashing the Han army to the ground.

At this time, black smoke was coming out of the crater, and Han army corpses were slaughtering to death on the ground, but the Han army formations were firmly pressing towards the Ming army's front amid the drums and whistles.

Looking at the Han army who were slowly advancing forward without interference, the front row of soldiers on the Ming army line showed a hint of nervousness on their faces. The spearman clenched the barrel of the gun, and the musketeer sweated.

At this time, Zhao Ming waved his hand and dozens of cavalry rushed out of the Han army formation, with more than ten people each, leaving the formation, and coming between the two formations, two miles away from the Ming army, and began to raid the Ming army's front with rockets.

The "swoosh" rocket roared towards the Ming army, causing the already nervous Ming soldiers to have a commotion.

Under the banner of the big crow, Zheng Chenggong stood with his knife, held the hilt tightly, frowned, staring at the Han army pressing up, feeling the huge pressure.

When Zhu Youjian, who was standing beside him, looked panicked, "Successful, can he keep it?"

Zheng Chenggong shook his head, "The rebels' firearms are sharp, and the artillery will soon counterattack. When they advance to the front of the formation, with the Han army's tactics, they will definitely be bombarded by artillery, forcing our army to attack, or platoons will be pressed down on them. With a round of volleys, the army will be defeated!"

Zhu Youjian frowned, "What should I do?"

Zheng Chenggong exclaimed on both cheeks: "There are tens of thousands of muskets on the opposite side. If the rebels do not take the initiative to attack, our army can only sacrifice their best to break the rebel gun formation if they want to win."

Zheng Chenggong placed the elite troops on the southern line, but was not prepared to give up the northern line easily.

"The range of muskets can reach 200 steps, and the range of archers is only 100 steps! If you want to win, you can only let the sword and shield hand rush forward. The archers then encounter musket shooting. Even if there are heavy casualties, you cannot stop the charge!" Zheng Chenggong looked a little embarrassed, "This will kill many people, but as long as you protect the archers and approach the enemy formation, you can shoot arrows at once and disrupt the rebel gun formation. Most of the rebel musket soldiers are in military uniforms, wearing a small number of cloth armor, and the volley of bows and arrows will definitely kill them. The remaining close-fitting hand-to-hand combat depends on who is more fierce!"

While speaking, the Han army formation had reached two miles in front of the Ming army formation, and the field in front of the formation was covered with black figures.

At this time, Zhao Ming suddenly waved his hand and stopped the twenty square formations in front of him. The army immediately changed from marching to combat formation.

Twenty battalions, nearly 60,000 troops, were all elite Han troops standing quietly in the wilderness, with a quiet silence in the west wind, and only the sound of the wind blowing the flag.

In the Ming army formation, Zheng Chenggong's face darkened. Although he had known that the Han army would use the advantage of firearms to force him to turn defense into offense, when he saw the Han army stop, his cheek muscles still pulled slightly.

At this time, the Han army's flag was waving the flag, and the cavalry with the flag on their backs rushed out, rushed into the front line, conveying military orders.

The Han army's artillery battalion immediately set up the flag of the flag, and the artillery dragged by the war horses was pulled to the two wings of each formation, and the artillery team quickly set up artillery.

There was a sudden commotion in the Ming army formation opposite. The soldiers looked around in panic, but saw that their comrades were nervously clutching their weapons, and their Adam's apples were squirming and swallowing saliva.

"Boom boom boom!" The Han army's bronze cannons were arranged quickly, and the artillery positions suddenly burst out with deafening sounds of cannons, and white smoke rose up.

Each artillery retreated in turn, and nearly two hundred shells rushed out roaring and smashed towards the opposite Ming army front.

"Ah~" The Ming army screamed in an instant. The extremely nervous Ming army felt a strong wind blowing, and the comrades beside them immediately flew backwards, or were torn to pieces by shells.

Under a round of artillery bombardment, several gaps were made on the Ming army's front, and broken limbs and broken legs were everywhere on the ground, and wailing everywhere.

Seeing this, Zheng Chenggong immediately pulled out his sword and roared loudly: "Kill!"

The number of artillery artillery in the Ming army was much smaller than that of the Han army, and the red-clothed cannon fired too slowly, so it was not suitable for field combat. The Ming army's front would definitely not be able to withstand it first.

In order to avoid the front collapse under the shelling, Zheng Chenggong only used the strategy of fighting with his close body.

With a command, more than 60,000 Ming troops immediately let out a roar that shook the sky, and the soldiers in front of them, holding swords and shields, charged forward first.

The Ming soldiers leaped over the trench dug in advance, moved away the horse-resisted horses and deer antlers, protected the key points with shields, and rushed forward with swords.

Behind them were Ming army archers running forward with bows and arrows.

These two waves of soldiers were the first wave, with about 30,000 people. They didn't care about the formation when charging forward, and rushed towards the Han army all over the mountains.

After the first wave, the Ming army in the second wave was under the command of Zheng Chenggong, formed a tight formation with the first wave and followed.

Under the Han army's flag, Zhao Ming took away the thousand-mile mirror, looked at the Ming army charging in the wild, and sneered and waved again.

The central army's flag was dancing, and about 20,000 musketeers stepped forward together, and quickly stood in three rows before the artillery team.

At the same time, ten thousand heavy infantrymen with swords and spears advanced to the three rows of musketeers twenty steps to press the formation.

"Let it go!" In the Han army's musket formation, General Ruan Mei waved the order flag and roared loudly.

"Bang bang bang" The first row of musketeers in the Han army pulled the trigger together, and countless white smoke instantly burst out from the front, dense spears of gun flames, and the sound of the volley was deafening.

Among the enemy forces charging in the wild, there was a sudden scream and soldiers kept falling to the ground.

As soon as the gunshots dispersed, the Ming soldiers hurriedly raised their shields, and at this moment, another round of muskets came.

The projectile was hit on the shield and the iron pot, and sparks flew everywhere. The Ming soldiers did not retreat but advanced, and rushed forward like crazy.

Zheng Chenggong knew that the Han munitions were powerful, so he had prepared in advance. The Ming soldiers covered their shields with armor, and when they could, they took the confiscated iron pot and nailed wet quilts to the wooden signs, trying to resist the Han munitions, but even so, there were still many people who fell to the ground.

"Bang bang bang" Another round of volleys came. As the distance was pulled in, an insurmountable barrier seemed to appear between the Ming and Han troops.

The Ming army, who was rushing in front, shook their bodies and kept slapping them to death. The bodies were stacked in layers within a distance of fifteen to thirty steps from the Han army front.

In the Ming army formation, Zhu Youjian had never seen such a fierce battle, and couldn't help but be frightened, "The previous formation is almost over!"

Zheng Chenggong held the Qianlijing and watched with his hands trembling slightly, and couldn't help but shout in his heart, "Archer, shoot quickly!"

The swords and shields of the front army were killed in pieces. When they rushed to a distance of fifteen steps from the Han army, the shields and iron pots were shattered by muskets and cannons, and the casualties were extremely heavy.

At this time, the archer who followed the sword and shield finally rushed within a hundred steps.

More than ten thousand archers immediately ran, placing their bows and arrows, pointing the arrows diagonally to the sky, and letting the bowstrings all at once.

In an instant, a piece of locust rose from behind the Ming sabre and shield hands, nearly ten thousand arrows made the sky dark and shot towards the Han army like heavy rain.

The three Han armies' musketeers immediately suffered casualties, and the soldiers were shot in arrows one after another, and the formation was in chaos.

The Ming saber and shield hand, who had been suppressed, seized the opportunity and rushed up with the shield.

"Kill!" Seeing this, the Han general Ruan Mei quickly roared.

The Han army musketeers threw a round of grenades and exploded everywhere. Before the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, they stood up with the musket with bayonets and met the Ming sabers and shields.

At this time, in the central army, Zhao Ming waved his hand again, and the ten thousand elite Han soldiers lined up behind the musketeers, holding swords and spears, and pressed forward.
Chapter completed!