The Ming army blocking them from the front was terrifying, but they were basically firecrackers, and they could still leave a whole corpse behind.
But Chongzhen's army is full of artillery, the kind that leaves no intact corpses.
Moreover, there were at least 100,000 people on the Chongzhen side. After turning around and going back, they would be unable to fly if they were chased from behind.
After just a slight balance, the remaining slave-building coalition forces roared forward again.
After being blasted once by a landmine, the ground was soft, mixed with blood, flesh pulp, and broken limbs, forming a slight quagmire.
The Ming army has asked for help and has no firearms. There is still hope for their nearly 100,000 men.
Bang bang...
The flintlock gun was fired again, but there were only 100,000 fixed charge tubes, which was only enough for three or four rounds.
At a certain moment, the continuous sound of firecrackers disappeared instantly.
The entire battlefield fell silent instantly, so much so that the charging Jiannu coalition forces were not used to it.
But just in the next moment, the deafening sound of war drums sounded in the Ming army's formation.
All the sergeants drew their light swords and spears. Cao Wenzhao raised the sword above his head and shouted: "Kill!"
kill!
kill!
kill!
The Tengxiang Zuowei and Hubenwei sergeants, who had been preparing for a long time, formed a small cone formation with one small flag and one small flag. Ten small cone formations formed a large cone formation, sharpening their swords and rushing towards the Jiannu coalition forces.
Hand-to-hand contact was what the slave-building coalition wanted to see most, because they believed that their combat power was unparalleled.
But after contacting them, they discovered that they were wrong.
This group of people are more lethal with cold weapons than with firearms.
The small cone-shaped formation was particularly compact during the march. The two people at the front held long spears and cooperated with the two people in the middle. Basically, they shared one long spear and light knives on both sides.
With the support of the two men's charge, the spear can penetrate directly regardless of whether you are tied with horsehide or pork belly.
Then he slashed with the long knives on both sides. After hitting the target, he kicked him out, and the two people in front took advantage of the situation and pulled out their spears.
The small formation is particularly orderly between advance and retreat, as if it were a whole.
Every time the small conical formation stretched out its spear, two slave-building coalition soldiers would be directly stabbed to death.
After being tortured for three or four days, unable to eat or sleep well, they retreated and ran for two hundred miles, and continued to attack, their physical strength and spirit were almost exhausted.
Where are the opponents of Tengxiang Zuowei and Hubenwei sergeants who are waiting for work and are the best among the best.
Not to mention that there are some pieces of armor and meat tied to the legs and arms, and the movement is even more inflexible. The speed, strength and accuracy of the knife are far inferior.
The defensive preparations that had just saved lives now became a life-threatening burden.
"The one in the front is holding on, and the one in the back is untying the things tied to his legs and arms!"
"Work with two or three people, don't fight alone!"
"Sir Fuso, come closer to me!"
"Grab their spears!"
"Archers concentrate, throw backwards!"
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The generals of the Jiannu Union Army discovered the problem very keenly and began to adjust their strategies angrily.
The idea was good, but the charging Ming army had already shot into the formation of the Jiannu coalition forces like sharp arrows, and it was still going deep.
Moreover, when they heard the roar of the generals of the Jiannu Alliance Army, there was even a hint of a sinister smile on their lips.
The spear was extended, the light knife was swung, blood spurted out, and the corpse fell to the ground, splashing with blood.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters...
As the battle progressed, the two armies became entangled.
The Ming army finally came into contact with the Jiannu coalition forces who knew about the defensive equipment on their arms and legs, and the cone formation also changed slightly.
Except for one person who was protecting, the other four people put their hands on the backs of the spearmen in the front like stacked Arhats. Their speed increased sharply, and they directly stabbed a sergeant of the slave-building alliance, and the spears passed directly through his body.
But this was just the beginning. The long spear rushed forward with the sergeant of the Jiannu Union Army who was spitting blood and still struggling, and skewered into the spear one after another the Jiannu Union Army soldiers who rushed forward and could not escape.
In two or three breaths, at a distance of more than ten meters, a spear of just three and a half meters was skewered by five or six Jiannu sergeants. It was really that the reaction of the Jiannu coalition forces was too slow and too dense.
Then, everyone threw down their spears, and the cone formation instantly disbanded. Three people formed a group, back to back, in a plum blossom formation, and slashed at the surrounding Jiannu coalition sergeants with their swords.
In fact, for the Ming Army sergeants, although attacking in a formation can ensure their own safety to the greatest extent, it also limits the display of their strength to the greatest extent.
Especially against the tired divisions of the Jiannu Union Army, they would be more efficient if they fought alone.
The long knife swung, and after a bright light was illuminated by the sun, it sank into the throat of the coalition sergeant, while their scimitar still stayed in the air.
The long knife was pulled over, blood spurted out three feet high from his throat, and he collapsed to the ground.
In this chaotic battlefield, only if you draw your sword faster than the enemy, you can hit the enemy one step ahead.
It would be better if it could be more accurate and hit the enemy's face, throat, and knife-holding wrist.
clang...dang...
The weapons clashed, making crisp sounds and sparks shooting out.
Tsk...pfft...
The sound of weapons scratching muscles, the sound of spears piercing the body, and blood splattering.
Ah...ouch...
The soldiers howled in pain as they were wounded.
Bang...boom...
This is the sound of a fish that slipped through the net of the attacking Ming army and was shot dead by the Ming army who stayed behind for defense.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were fighting, and the battle formation slowly lost its effectiveness. The competition was all about speed, accuracy and ruthlessness.
At every breath, countless soldiers fell to the ground and died, including the slave coalition and the Ming army.
In Jiannu's eyes, killing one would be enough, killing two would be profitable. Only by killing the Ming army in front of them could they break through the defense line.
For the Ming army sergeants, the slave-building coalition forces in front of them were like beasts. Killing them would bring peace to the Ming Dynasty's northern border.
Each one is rewarded with silver and military merit, and promotion and promotion depend on them.
As the distance between the two armies increased, the Ming army's casualties also slowly increased. At this moment, the entire battlefield became a huge meat grinder, and countless sergeants were killed every moment.
Cao Wenzhao looked at the stalemate on the battlefield, turned to look at his nephew Cao Bianjiao beside him, and whispered: "When are you going to take action?"
"Waiting for another stick of incense, what if..."
"Lord Commander, there is a large army approaching three or four miles southeast. The flag seems to be that of the Ming Army. I don't know which one it is! There are also cavalry approaching five or six miles northeast!"
Before Cao Bianjiao finished speaking, the sergeant monitoring the battlefield on one side of the hot air balloon shouted, his words full of excitement.
"Southeast? Northeast?"
Cao Wenzhao's eyes narrowed: "The ones in the southeast must be Mao Wenlong's troops. Your Majesty and the others are carrying firearms and they are all infantry. According to time, it will take at least an hour.
The cavalry from Sundu's headquarters must be in the northeast. "
Listening to Cao Wenzhao's analysis, Cao Bianjiao took a deep breath: "Uncle, since General Mao and Commander Sun Du have caught up, we are ready to take action! Otherwise, Yagyu Munomi and Huang Taiji will not be killed!"
