One hundred steps, eighty steps, sixty steps...

As this raging dragon-like team came closer and closer, the Qing troops who hurriedly responded to the battle were also adjusting their formations. These Qing troops who had experienced hundreds of battles responded extremely quickly.

At the beginning, the unarmored archers, under the command of Beizi Luotuo, formed an arrow formation and fired arrows at the Ming army, trying to block their footsteps, while more Qing troops were wearing armor there, and whenever someone wore

After putting on the armor, he immediately picked up the sword and followed the command of the Niulu men, rushed to the front of the team, and lined up to face the enemy.

The two sides got closer and closer, and drops of cold sweat slowly appeared on Luo Tuo's forehead.

It was not the first time he had fought against the Ming army, but it was the first time in his life that he had seen the Ming army like this. According to his past experience, any Ming army would often be defeated under such a dense rain of arrows.

Everything will fall apart, but the Ming army in front of them, whose armor is painted white, is still advancing slowly against the rain of arrows, and it seems that it really has an "unstoppable" momentum.

What's even more embarrassing is that they actually keep the same rhythm. The footsteps of the same steps are so uniform that it makes people feel that everyone is breathing in the same way, which actually makes them murderous.

The military formation adds a bit of mystery and majesty.

"Change the armor-piercing arrows, change the armor-piercing arrows, change the arrows quickly."

Lotto yelled at the top of his lungs. He didn't even notice that there was a certain fear in his tone.

Those slaves who had experienced hundreds of battles did not need his reminder. After shooting a few rounds of arrows and seeing no effect, they replaced them with armor-piercing arrows. Without exception, those arrows were Han Nuaha.

Forged with blood and sweat, each arrow was extremely sharp and could always penetrate Ming Dog's heavy armor. Once again, they fully drew their hard bows and fired the armor-piercing arrows.

Ding dong, ding dong...

Under the impact of the armor-piercing arrows, the soldiers of the Huben Battalion who were walking in the front row were constantly hearing crisp metal collision sounds. This sound was like the bells of the Drum Tower during the New Year, reverberating in the air. The arrows hit the steel

It is inevitable that some sparks will burst out during the first hour, just like morning stars.

Of course, there were some soldiers who were unlucky and were shot by armor-piercing arrows through the gaps in the plate armor. They grunted and then retreated. The vacancies they left were quickly filled by brothers in the second row, thousands of

The sharp formation formed by people is still as sharp as a blade and still unstoppable.

This torrent of steel is still advancing.

No hurry, no slowness!

Uniform steps stepped on the ground, making muffled sounds and whistles, like war drums, beating the hearts of the Qing army. Although they had experienced hundreds of battles and had fought against the Ming army countless times,

Their scalps were still numb and their hearts were trembling from the sound.

This is completely different from the Ming army they have seen in the past!

The distance is getting closer and closer, and the heavily armored Qing troops are also arranged in neat arrays. They hold heavy blades in their hands and are breathing heavily waiting for the Ming army's attack. They know that the collision will start in the next moment. When the collision is about to happen,

, they all took a deep breath, and they understood that this may be the hardest battle in their lives, and they must wait for the hard work.

The soldiers of the Huben Battalion followed the whistle and marched in neat steps. They walked calmly and leisurely through the military gate, as if they were going to enjoy a feast, which would be the last feast in their many lives.

Amidst the piercing whistle, Luotuo took a deep breath. The troops around him were more than twice as many as the opponent, but for some reason, he felt unsure.

This was the first time that he had such an idea.

Through the gap in the helmet and visor, when he could even see Jiannu's appearance clearly, Chen Wudi yelled.

"Prepare!"

The next moment, he suddenly raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Kill the slaves!"

"Kill slaves."

At this moment, the whistle suddenly changed. Amidst the shrill and long whistle, the sword that was originally held on the shoulder was held by both hands and placed diagonally in front of the soldiers, slightly stretched forward.

The sword is a sword with a blade length of four feet and a handle that is four feet long. The entire sword is made of fine steel!

The eight-foot-long sword was placed in front of him, like the claws and teeth of an angry dragon. Following the footsteps of the Ming army, it was not a front knife with one blade, but like the sharp blade of a meat grinder, layer by layer.

Move forward, walk slowly.

The final moment of impact is actually a contest of wills, and the side that collapses first will be the first to attack.

"..."

Accompanied by a burst of shouting, the Jiannu opposite them, who was suffering from psychological pressure, shouted Jurchen dialect. First, he waved the long spear and heavy sword in his hand and launched an attack on the Ming army.

All the spears in their hands were thrust forward at the same time. They tried their best to repel the opponent with their spears, but what they did was only the roar of the angry dragon.

This was the final impact. There were no flaws or loopholes. It could only be a head-to-head encounter. It was just a weak will. Of course, the more important thing was whose armor was stronger. Many spear points were thrust into the Ming army, but even though they were thrust into the plate armor,

It seems to be blocking their progress, but there is no will...

"Kill the slaves!"

The whistles gathered into a dragon's roar at this moment.

In the roar of the dragon, the cold-forged sword was sharply struck, and the moment it fell from the air, it collapsed and the sword broke.

The moment the gun collapsed and the knife broke, the sound of metal impact echoed on the battlefield along with the sound of flesh breaking and bones breaking.

"bite"

That was the sound of the armor being chopped, "Pfft, click..." This was the sound of the sword cutting off the flesh and bones after breaking through the armor. It made the whole body numb and the mind numb. It was made by repeated cold forging with a water-powered hammer.

The sharp blade of the sword pierced the Qing army's armor without any hindrance, slicing through their skin, muscles, and shoulder bones like tearing paper, and then chopped them into two pieces.

Most of the Jiannu whose bodies were severed did not even die on the spot. When their bodies were severed, they were still struggling in a pool of blood. Some Jiannu who had their shoulders cut off and their heads separated were even still in a pool of blood.

Zhong screamed loudly.

"Ah...ah..."

Without any hesitation, at the moment when the first round of blades fell, Chen Wudi, who was leading the guards in the front row, once again raised the saber in his hand. The guards around him did the same, with the sharp saber in their hands.

It turned into the cutting edge of a meat grinder, falling mechanically and neatly with their movements...

At the moment when the two sides collided, along with the rising and falling white lights, a red blood mist rose between the formations of both sides, as if a person was suddenly sent into a meat grinder.
Chapter completed!