Qin Feng was always willing to invest in the equipment of the soldiers. Just like when he was the captain of the Death Camp in the Western Army of Chu, in order to give the soldiers better equipment, he cheated and did everything he could. When everyone knew that his virtue was preventing him from being divided, he openly snatched them.

The death camps have repeatedly snatched the equipment of friendly troops, and the death camps have become the public enemy of the Western Army. However, because of their strong record, they are the hardest bones every time they go into battle. They turn a blind eye to each other. When they are in trouble, they just raise them high and put them down gently. What makes the Western Army battalions no longer compete with them is that Qin Feng once turned on the head coach's table, but the final result is that he was only dozens of slaughtered. If another general is replaced, his head will not only be cut many times.

This is also the reason why the number of Taiping Army has always been small. Because equipment requires money to be built, the army uses money, and the flow of water is no different from the flowing water. In order to ensure that the army's equipment is always the best and the soldiers are the strongest, the number of Taiping Army has always been controlled at a very small scale.

With the area controlled by Qin Feng now, if he was like Moro, he could easily pick up an army that was terrifying in terms of quantity. However, Qin Feng was so concerned about this kind of human sea tactic that he was going to take the elite military route.

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

Holding an iron knife in both hands is the standard for the Death Camp, and the heavy armor on their bodies is also their necessity. When Chu fled to Yue State, the remaining soldiers of the Death Camp buried their heavy armor on their bodies in the Luoying Mountains. Now, all the equipment of this army has been transplanted to the miners' camp.

The soldiers with less physical condition, weighing dozens of kilograms of Kaijia and Iron Knife, would have been a problem when they put on him, but it was not a problem here in the miner's camp.

Of course, equipment like theirs cannot be used for long-distance raids, and positional warfare is their favorite.

In order to attack the tough situation, this is the positioning given to them by Qin Feng. It is similar to the original suicide camp.

Facing the enemy army several times theirs, the miners' battalion was not afraid at all. From the gap exposed on the surface armor, they could see that the Vietnamese army on the opposite side was just wearing the simplest armor. When they were practicing, they tried to cut the Taiping Iron Mine workshop to make scrapped plate armor. Under their swords, even plate armor could be cut by them, let alone these guys in front of them.

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

While shouting, the other was silent. The soldiers in the miners' camp were wearing armor, with only two eyes exposed on their faces, and there was a breathable gap in their nostrils. If they shouted in this situation, the sound would be bad. If they really wanted to shout, it would be shocking to their ears.

The Vietnamese army held a spear in their hands, which was longer than the miner's battalion's knife in both hands. The spear was the first to stab it out several steps away from both sides.

The soldiers of the miners' battalion turned slightly, and what changed the color of all the Vietnamese troops who had speared out was that their spears stabbed on the other party's armor. As the other party turned slightly, the spear brought out a long line of Mars on the armor, but did not pierce the other party's protection.

When they realized that the guys they were facing, who were wrapped in armor, were like this group of people, while the other party took a step forward, the knife in his hands was already slashing down heavily.

Blood splattered everywhere, and with one knife, it was all cut off.

As soon as the sword fell, the first batch of soldiers in the miner's battalion sank slightly. The second row had already stepped out of the gap between people in the first row. Another sword was connected with the first sword, and there was no time for the enemy to react.

The faces of the Vietnamese officers who were laughing at the sparse teams of the miners' camp changed at this moment. More and more, the other party was not in a neat team, but was deliberately standing like this.

A sharp whistle sounded among the three square arrays, like three rolling sword wheels. They rolled forward, encountering gods and killing gods, and encountering Buddhas and killing Buddhas. On the way they crushed, blood and incomplete bodies flowed down the ground.

In less than half a stick of incense, the front of the Vietnamese army no longer existed. Five hundred great men who were still alive not long ago turned into pieces on the ground.

The knife wheel rolls forward.

The soldiers in the Vietnamese military formation behind began to panic, and the officers' faces changed color, and Chen Ci, who was watching this battlefield, had completely lost his blood for the first time.

Further away, Jiang Shangyan slashed an enemy's neck with a knife and looked at the battlefield in the distance with his side eyes. He was also shocked. This was also the first time he saw the battle scene of the miner's camp.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He murmured, not knowing who he was scolding, but he thought about how he would deal with it if he encountered such a barbaric style of playing.

I thought of countless countermeasures in the blink of an eye, but in the end I shook my head. The only available method is to find a group of guys who are as tough as them to cut against each other and use their strength to break the force. Otherwise, I would choose the battlefield in advance, use secret tricks on the battlefield, dig holes, and set up mechanisms. The key is to put them down on the ground.

It is really not easy for a guy who is dressed in such a heavy dress to get up once he falls to the ground. Moreover, in the overall marching team, once he falls to the ground, he has no chance to get up at all.

However, such a war with prerequisites would be difficult to fight. Shaking his head, Jiang Shangyan remembered the previous suicide camp. According to rumors, the suicide camp was such a group of guys.

In fact, Jiang Shangyan was really wrong. The miner's camp copied the Death Camp in terms of equipment, but it was really incomparable in terms of combat effectiveness. The Death Camp was composed of death row prisoners from all over the Chu State. When he went there, his martial arts cultivation was not low, but the current miner's camp has transformed from peasants not long ago.

The previous suicide camp was equivalent to turning a group of masters or quasi-economic masters in the world into an army after rigorous training. This kind of terror has not experienced fighting with them personally, and it is impossible to describe their terror at all.

During the Luoying Mountains, Deng Pu had always won the crowd against them. Fortunately, there were only more than 2,000 people fighting over and over, and they never exceeded this number, and it was impossible to exceed this number.

Lu Feng slowly relaxed from the beginning. When he found that the enemy in front of him was not as terrible as he imagined, he completely relaxed and became more calm in command. Under his command, the entire square formation either advanced as a whole, or swept across with a certain line as the axis. The entire miner camp was like a sophisticated killing machine, running in an orderly manner.

Someone fell down and the gap was immediately filled.

Yang Zhi was finally rescued. When the edge of the miner's camp was turning, it swept to the square formation surrounding Yang Zhi. After a sensation, the airtight encirclement was swept apart. Yang Zhi rushed out of the inside with a whoosh, his face covered in blood. I don't know how many of them were enemies and how many of them were his own.

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

The enemy is like a Thousand-Handed Guanyin, holding countless weapons in his hand, and he will hit him wildly without discerning. No matter how powerful he is, he is unable to fight with four hands with both fists, and he is still exhausted.

Escaped from the encirclement and retreated to the side and kept watching his subordinates sweep their opponents. 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 a soldier who was usually trained like a grandson to be taken out of suffering.

It's really shameful to think about it.

After a moment, he finally lifted his big sword again. This time, he did not crash into the enemy's crowd again, but kept wandering around the edge of the enemy to kill the enemy. With his martial arts and his body skills, ordinary enemies could not even see his shadow and be terminated. If there was no miner's battalion, they could deploy troops to surround him, but the miner's battalion was like a rocking son. In addition to shrinking tighter and tighter, the Vietnamese army dared to divide troops to surround Yang Zhi.

The Three Thousand Miners Battalion soon entered the lineup of the Vietnamese army. The Vietnamese army with a larger number of people 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 previously flattened formation had slowly bulged up again at this time, and there was a slight expansion trend at this time.

At this time, he faced a dilemma. If he continued to fight, he might not lose, because sometimes the war tests tenacity. At this time, he did not really fall at a disadvantage on the entire battlefield. Overall, he still had a slight advantage. If he continued to fight, he might win, but he might also lose. If he retreated now and could retreat calmly, if he was about to lose before leaving, it would not be so humble.

Retreat means that the plan to occupy Yongping County was completely failed, and he and Luo Yishui would fall into a greater predicament, but if they did not retreat, they would lose both land and people.

After hesitating for a while, he finally made up his mind. Without being sure to defeat his opponent, he could only retreat, at least he could save himself and make plans.

In the direction of Baoqing Camp, the Vietnamese army still had the upper hand, so it became more calm when retreating. After a fierce attack, the Vietnamese army suddenly retreated, and the retreating army wrapped the miner's camp in another direction. Seeing this, Lu Feng immediately commanded the miner's camp to change the formation on the spot. It was during this change that the withdrawn Vietnamese army and the Vietnamese army attacking the miner's camp merged together, and the cavalry broke the rear and slowly retreated towards the center.

Baoqing Camp has been under pressure and has no way to retreat from the opponent, but the miners' camp has insufficient experience. When he saw the Vietnamese army besieging Baoqing Camp suddenly escape from Baoqing Camp and rushed towards them, he subconsciously became self-protection, his lineup was shrinking, and safety was the first.

When Jiang Shangyan saw this scene, she could only sigh.

"What a pity, it was an opportunity to defeat the more with less and destroy the enemy in one battle, which made these two vegetables sours turn yellow."
Chapter completed!