They did not know that after the Battle of Guangning, Nuerhaci replenished a large amount of supplies, including a large amount of iron armor reserved by the Ming army in Liaodong Town. In addition to the previous gains of previous wars, the Jianzhou Ministry has always attached importance to the construction and maintenance of armor. For example, the armor of soldiers, whether it is iron armor or mail, must be polished before the battle, and should be carefully maintained in normal times. Once rust or other situations occur, they will be severely punished. Therefore, the number of armored soldiers of the Jianzhou Ministry has reached nearly 20,000, and the helmets are bright and the weapons are sharp, which is far from comparable to those beggars.

Ren Mu's breathing became heavier, and the entire line on both sides was like this. More than a hundred long spears and swords were raised obliquely, and people kept attacking or stabbing back. The screams and piercing sounds of piercing the human body became louder and louder. Ren Mu still stared at the white armor that had just shot him. He was an extremely strong Jurchen man, his eyes were full of fierce light, and the silver iron armor protected the vital points of the white armor. At about thirty-five years, his physical strength was still there, and his battlefield experience was at least twenty years, and his combat experience was far above Ren Mu.

Both sides stared at each other fiercely, not caring about what was happening around them, nor paying attention to them. Their battlefield experiences made them very clear that distracting at this time is to seek death.

Someone was breathing rapidly in Ren Mu's ear. Ren Mu knew that it was a short sword player. He Yusheng did not set up horizontal formations as usual, but formed small circular formations. Ren Mu's left was a spearman, and the left was a long sword player. He himself also held a long spear on his right and left side. At this time, no one moved the small round formation where Ren Mu was in. Ren Mu knew that the sword player was also waiting for the opportunity. The spear on the opposite side did not come out, and the sword player would not come forward easily. Without the cover of the spear, pure sword cards could not resist a well-trained spear. It was easy to be skewed by the spear, or be chopped by the spear and the sword. In movies or TV, the shield could block and stab and slash on the front. Only when the spearman was not the main attack direction, the shield player could use the oblique blocking method to swing the enemy blade instead of blocking the front.

Now is the most tense moment. The mountain infantry on Heyusheng successfully launched an ambush and had already suffered heavy damage to the Jurchens. The Jurchens had strong combat power and rich battlefield experience. After encountering setbacks, they still had quite strong combat power and fighting will. The two sides confronted each other on this small slope. The battlefield was full of heavy breathing sounds. Small-scale battles were more like temptations before large-scale conflicts. Both sides felt that they had encountered unprecedented strong enemies... Heyusheng's previous opponent was the Beilu, and there was almost no such moment of hard fighting in such a confrontation. Jianlu's opponent was the Ming army. In addition to the bloody battle of Hunhe, even the most intense battles outside the city of Shenyang did not cause the Eight Banners soldiers to fall into a real hard battle. Today's scene made them feel very strange, and the strong sense of conceit in their hearts also weakened a lot.

"kill!"

It seemed as if a valve was opened, and both sides finally lost patience at the same time. The soldiers let out horrifying shouts, and many people's hair stood up. Amid the crazy shouts, both sides'

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The long spear is desperately poking forward. At this time, most of the people no longer care about choosing opponents and using fighting skills. They are more of an instinctive reaction. At this time, the battlefield experience and the continuous training day and night have turned into all movement instincts. The importance of elite soldiers is revealed in this small and extremely bloody hand-to-hand combat. People are poking wildly. Almost all the sword players on both sides make the same moves. They squat down at the same time, rubbing their bodies forward, constantly swaying their swords and slashing at the bodies under the gun forest above their heads, and they are also slashing each other. The heights of both sides are dense gun forests and sword shadows, and under them are single swords and shields waving, and the sound of gold and iron clashing and shouting are mixed.

Together, there are almost no other sounds on such a battlefield. The sound of armored clothes, footsteps, the heavy gasps of people, the screams of the wounded and the various sounds of the dying people were suppressed. The roars of various beasts that often occur in the middle of the night in the mountains and forests disappeared without a trace. At this moment, these people fighting each other are real beasts. They roar, fight, and use the sword in their hands to cut open the enemy's body, allowing blood to flow. All they want is the death and pain of the enemy. Only after drinking the blood can the murderous aura in their hearts slowly calm down. On this mountain ridge, beasts and birds dare not approach, there is only blood, killing, pain and death.

Two armies were like two beasts, roaring and screaming, and more people fell down, and Yusheng's armor was stronger, with more weapons and more personnel. However, their combat experience and skills were far less than that of the Jurchens on the opposite side. Ren Mu could no longer stare at the white armor just now. Seeing that it was difficult to deal with, the opponent chose other targets. The spear and the sword cooperated, and kept poking and stabbing, swing and slashing. The white armors were in groups of three or five, and they cooperated with each other. They were all wearing solid silver armor, and there were also mail and cotton armor in their bodies. Their movements were skillful and sophisticated, swing and slashing.

Cun mastered his mastery, and he did not waste any physical strength even on such a bloody battlefield. Compared with these white armor, the instructor-level soldiers like Mu, who were re-elected as Mu, are slightly inferior, let alone ordinary infantry. These heavy armored infantry are special soldiers trained by Wen Zhongfa and Bald. They are proficient in various training subjects such as combat soldiers, gun soldiers and cavalry. They are originally veterans who performed well on the battlefield. After several months of training, they often participate in the Battle of the Pond to temper practical skills and enhance their psychology. Even so, the performance of the white armored people is still better.

"What a beast, strong, really strong..."

Bald man was the commander of this battle. Not far behind the formation, he saw two white armored men skillfully cooperating, one twisting his waist and the other heading forward. After the two cooperated, they killed many people in succession. Even if the enemy was killing his subordinates, as a soldier, Bald man couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, he took the lead and had already lost 30% of his combat power. Otherwise, even if he was condescending and fighting with more and less, it would seem that there would be more misfortunes.

Ren Mu has been staring at the white armor that had just faced him, but he just couldn't find a chance. The opponent's battlefield felt so good. Now there are almost more than twenty white armors supporting the front line. The red armor and ordinary cotton armor soldiers can no longer withstand it. After all, the number of infantry in He Yusheng is much higher than that of the opponent. On such a slope, the opponent is on

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) I can't walk or the two sides are on the top, so I can only kill face to face. The other party is already clumsy and can't support it.

The bald man had already noticed a chance of victory and immediately shouted loudly: "Pull it up, stick it up, don't ask them to retreat and reorganize the queue!"

He saw a Jurchen officer in silver armor on the opposite side also ordered, which seemed to be trying to reorganize the team. Some of the cotton-armored soldiers took down the bows and arrows. It seemed that the place was too small, and they wanted to shoot flat behind the formation to regain some fighter planes.

"Du, du, du..."

Arrows kept shooting, and the arrows hitting the human body made a "tuk-tuk" sound.

"ah……"

An officer wearing breastplate was shot in the face, and a flat heavy arrow broke through his face, and he fell down after a scream.

The bald man's face turned shaking. He realized that Jianlu's arrow was shooting too accurately. Under such unfavorable terrain and glimmer, he actually started to take the door directly, and his hit rate was extremely high!

Of course, I have to stick to it desperately. He Yusheng's side did not leave any strength. People tried their best to move forward. The space for the white armor was getting smaller and smaller. Almost all of them had traces of being cut and scratched, and everyone was covered in scars. In such a fierce battle, people's physical strength was consumed very quickly, and almost all of them were exhausted in constant chopping and stabbing. But the soldiers were already crazy. No matter which side, they understood that the war at this time had reached the most important front. One step back may be one step backward, which eventually caused a collapse.

"Kill!" Ren Mu finally seized the last chance. The white armor was exhausted and just returned to where Ren Mu could reach. He held his left hand at the front of the spear, leaned his right hand back, exerted force with his waist, and stabbed forward with both hands. When he felt the feeling of his hands stagnation, the spear tip had already stabbed the other party's neck. The white armor turned his head expressionlessly, and his right hand subconsciously held the spear tip, staring at Ren Mu with both eyes. It seemed difficult to believe that he, who had been through many battles, actually died in such an inconspicuous small battlefield. He did not die in Sarhu, in Fushun Pass, in Qinghe Fort, in Shenyang, Liaoyang, in Hunhe River, and in Guangning, western Liaoning. He survived one after another of 200,000 to 300,000 people and made achievements, but died on such a small hill...

"Bang!" A mountain infantry's knife slashed the other white armor. The blade had been rolled up, and the strength was not enough. The opponent's silver armor was strong and did not achieve the effect of breaking the armor. However, the white armor had been exhausted and did not react for a while. Just Zheng Zheng watched the mountain infantry pull back the knife and then slashed it on his face with another knife. He didn't even scream. Before that, the white armor had been injured in many places, as if his feelings of pain had decreased. However, the Shang regiment soldier slashed over one knife after another, shattering the other party's face so bloody that the white armor finally shouted, but his voice was very dull, and he might have been hit by the vocal cords, and he fell down and died soon.

More and more white armors were cut, and the white armor flag in the formation was really unacceptable. He ordered the white armor to withdraw, but this military order could hardly be implemented, and only a few white armors retreated.

(End of this chapter)

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