Looking at the Qing soldiers running back panting, Wang Xuejun tsked: "The Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty are indeed powerful. They just tossed and didn't get tired. It's amazing."

Then he ordered with confidence: "Since we are not exhausted, let's beat them down."

Mandahai rushed to the battlefield and saw that the Shandong army was arranged in an array along the canal, which limited the Eight Banners' volleyball tactics, making their special skills of circling the formation and riding and shooting cannot be used.

But what if you don't get the performance?

The wars that can be fought must be fought, and the wars that cannot be fought can be fought, and the wars that can be fought can be fought by the Eight Banners Warriors.

After a little rest, everyone took a breath. Man Dahai held a big knife and issued a dispersed charge order.

The group charges, after experiencing the enemy's dense giant arrows, they will die collectively.

Dispersed charges are the only way to reduce casualties.

There will be casualties when charging. Whoever is unlucky and who is lucky depends on character.

Ten thousand iron cavalry spread out to launch an attack. This was the first time that the Shandong army felt that overwhelming momentum.

The feeling of being pressed over by Mount Tai changed everyone's color.

The sound of horse hooves trampled on the earth rhythmically, causing the soldiers to tremble.

And this scary rhythm seems to be in harmony with the beating of the heart. It is like trampling on the heart, making people feel that their heart may be broken at any time.

Shandong soldiers, whether new or veterans, all their faces changed drastically, and their hands became pale and trembled.

Just when everyone was a little panicked.

A huge but not luxurious dao rushed from behind the formation to the front.

This banner is just a piece of red cloth without luxurious decoration.

The few big white characters on it poured the red cloth into the essence of the divine essence - the regent of the Ming Dynasty - the king.

All the soldiers and all the people of Shandong are chasing this simple, simple, but so passionate banner that is developing and fighting.

He was like a ball of fire, igniting the blood in everyone's bodies at any time.

Wherever the banner passed, there were originally some terrified soldiers shouting and roaring at the burning fire.

"Regent, Regent, Regent."

Such shouts, one wave higher than another, will form a huge sound wave in a blink of an eye, suppressing the sound of the enemy's charge.

The big banner was running forward, and under the big banner was the regent's majestic body; behind him were a thousand Kunlun slaves with burly bodies like mountains.

Every Kunlun slave brought a huge steel helmet and his upper body was covered with thick armor.

Their backs were carrying huge shields specially created for them. Behind the shield was their iconic baseball bat.

But at this time, what they were holding was the Tang Dynasty Modao that once shocked the grassland nation.

It is a steel knife made of pure steel, much larger than what people see and imagine. They are like small door panels, giving people an absolute shock.

The Regent is here in person, so what else is there to fear?

The enemy's cavalry started, and they rushed over and overwhelmed.

Wang Xuejun stood in the bitter north wind and decisively ordered: "Flame the cannons."

This time, the Qing Dynasty must let the power of cannons be appreciated and the crushing of advanced technology.

With a command, five hundred cannons were fired together.

The roar of cannons merged into a earth-shaking loud noise, suppressing the roar of the enemy's iron hooves.

The whistling projectile pounced on the enemy's formation like a wasp.

Iron bombs jumped in the enemy's stormtroopers on the frozen land as hard as iron, sweeping all the bodies they encountered.

In a blink of an eye, the Qing cavalry formations were overturned.

The power of the rapid-fire cannon was exerted to its extreme. In a blink of an eye, ten sub-guns and five thousand shells were shot out.

But the entire shelling effect was not as good as expected.

The reason is that there are too few flowering bullets this time, and the enemy's formation is too scattered. Although it causes huge damage to the enemy, it does not stop the enemy's charge.

The attack from the giant arrow behind is still not effective.

Although it caused losses to the enemy by two or three thousand people, in the face of such losses, the fierce Qing soldiers still charged regardless of life and death.

The cavalry took only 5 minutes to rush to the dead corner of the huge arrows in the charge of Sanlilu, and was about to rush in front of them.

Due to the shooting distance of artillery in this era, in order to enable them to exert as much power as possible, they must place the artillery in front of the position.

Those artillery soldiers have no combat effectiveness and are even more valuable technical troops, so they must not suffer any losses.

Wang Xuejun shouted: "The artillery retreated to the rear of the formation. The warriors in Kunlun were on the Modao Formation."

With a command, the artillery brothers dropped their cannons and ran behind the formation.

The loss of artillery can be rebuilt, and casualties of personnel, especially those of such technical troops, will be irreparable.

The tall Kunlun slave held the Modao like the door panel tightly with both hands and laid a solid wall of people.

Facing the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty that were coming, he roared wildly, raised the Mo Dao high, and then slashed down at the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry that collided with him.

The power of the Modao is obvious to all, and the Modao of Kunlun slaves is twice the weight of the Tang Dynasty Modao in history.

With one knife, the man and horse slashed into two and fell to the ground with a bang.

The sword flew up and roared into the sky. In a blink of an eye, the enemy in front of him was easily killed like chopping melons and vegetables.

The other Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty rushed towards the Shandong Army's main formation.

What greeted them was 10,000 hot bullets of flintlock rifles.

A lead bullet the size of a fingernail whistled into the chest of a Jurchen man. His cotton armor, which was originally invulnerable to swords and guns, was instantly penetrated like a window paper.

Leave a hole as big as a thumb in front of his chest.

The lead bullet rushed into the body, and when it encountered muscles and bones, it immediately deformed and rolled, and the remaining momentum did not diminish, and it penetrated from the warrior's back.

A hole as big as a bowl appeared on his back.

Such trauma, even the gods, can no longer die.

One Eight Banners after another were defeated with war horses.

But they still charged forward fearlessly and rushed to the front of the Musketeers in a blink of an eye.

In their opinion, as long as they rushed to the musket team, the enemy's sharp musket would become a fire stick.

The enemy's musketeers became the lambs they slaughtered.

However, at this time, a sound of suona sounded.

The musketeers immediately retreated and met the children of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. There was a forest of gunfire.

Those long bows that took off the bow strings turned into white wax spears in a blink of an eye.

The soldiers lined up in three neat rows, one of which was squatting on the ground, with the spear pointed obliquely. The second row placed the spear on the shoulders of the brothers in front, and formed a perfect horse with the first row of spears.

The third platoon of spears began to stretch and converge, assassinating the enemy on the war horse.

A war horse could not hold back the horse's hooves and crashed straight into the forest with spears.

The spear in the first row instantly pierced the horse's belly.

The second batch of spears pierced the horse's chest in a blink of an eye.

Just as these war horses were about to fall, before the Eight Banners Warrior could react, the third spear stabbed out like a poisonous snake, and in a blink of an eye it pierced him into a candied haws.

The huge war horse, with the inertia of speeding, hit the team hard.

Overwhelm these three warriors.

A gap immediately appeared in this formation.

The brother who followed the unlucky Eight Banners seized the opportunity, leaped over the corpse of his companion and rushed into the formation.
Chapter completed!