This battlefield is narrow!

On its left is the Yangtze River, the Qing army faces the Nanjing City Wall at its back, and the Huben Camp faces Daishan Mountain at its back.

Mountains, rivers, and walls squeezed the battlefield into a relatively large battlefield. On this battlefield without much obstruction, anyone could observe the situation on the entire battlefield.

The hasty response of the main camp made Abatai frown. What really annoyed him was that this Ming army, which only had a few thousand people, actually suppressed thousands of people in the main camp with its thick armor and sharp weapons.

Yu Qing's army was unable to resist, and even its formation was shaky, looking like it might collapse at any moment.

For the battle to reach this point was beyond his expectation. It was not unexpected, it was simply beyond everyone's imagination. However, a mere few thousand people actually fought against tens of thousands of Qing troops, leaving no room for them to fight back.

Is this still the Ming army?

Are these still the invincible soldiers of the Qing Dynasty?

Shameful.

In fact, now, what I feel at that time is more than shameful. I think of those slaves who were burned alive on the river and sank into the cold Yangtze River.

When combined with the scene in front of him, it was really hard for him to imagine that these were soldiers of the Qing Dynasty and that this was his battle. How could it have reached this point?

With this nameless fire welling up in his heart, he stared at those Ming soldiers and had the idea of ​​competing with them.

"Turg, you lead the troops and kill them from the right wing. I killed them from the left wing..."

From the very beginning, Abate had no idea of ​​strengthening the main formation. He was no stranger to sharp formations. After all, this was the most commonly used formation by the cavalry. The formation was like the tip of a knife, unstoppable. They retreated and came again.

However, the "sharp array" in front of us seems to be different. It neither retreats nor comes. It only rolls alternately in each row. In this rolling, the array slowly advances like an iron wall. Yes, it is this kind of slow advance.

His style of play has the momentum to crush everything.

Of course, Abatai did not know that this tactic was developed by Zhu Guoqiang based on Zheng Chenggong's Iron Man Army and based on his own advantages in armor and weapons. What is the purpose of the Iron Man Army? It is nothing more than close-range melee combat.

With its own thick armor, it breaks through the formation with heavy troops, and then tears apart everything that blocks it. This is also its only tactic - moving like an iron wall, crushing everything in front of it, and the core of all tactics revolves around it.

The purpose of its existence is to crush, not charge. This is the biggest difference between it and the cavalry's sharp formation.

Its purpose is not speed, but... crushing! Just like a steel roller, it crushes everything in front of it. As for speed... it doesn't matter.

In fact, casualties also don't matter. Everyone in the formation is just a part. Strict military law and discipline restrain everyone, allowing them to fight regardless of life and death as part of this efficient killing machine.

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There are no individuals in this whole. And the whole also does not care about casualties, life or death. Because the whole is a whole without will, and its only will is to crush the people and things in front of them who are trying to block them.

But for this kind of fighting style, the Qing army seemed to be at a loss what to do. What made them even more at a loss was that the armor of the Ming army was immune to most of the weapons in their hands!

Of course, they are not completely immune. It's just that every time they want to defeat the opponent, they have to pay a heavier price.

It was possible that several people had to die in exchange for one casualty from the other side. Such an exchange ratio made all the Qing soldiers feel helpless. At the same time as they were helpless, fear arose in their hearts.

This is the most deadly thing on the battlefield! Fear is often a precursor to collapse.

"Why doesn't that little slave Cao Eryu fire?"

Abata, whose eyes were already burning with anxiety, shouted loudly.

In fact, Cao Eryu is also very depressed now. This battlefield may not seem big, but the distance between the sharp formation of the Ming army and his cannon is more than three miles. With this distance, he can only watch the Ming army attack.

And unable to fire cannons and bombardments, they can't reach them!

After all, before this, his target was the Ming army gunboats on the river. Now even if he adjusts the gun positions, it will take time. Pushing these guns several miles away... it will be fatal!

At this time, Cao Eryu was even scolding her mother in her heart. If those Folang machines had not been put on the ship, maybe he could quickly take the Folang machine gun cart over. It seemed that now he could only push it step by step.

The small-wheeled artillery cart passed by.

It took almost a moment for Cao Eryu's heavy camp to finally reach a position two miles away. Because Lord Beile urged him so hard, he had to order the cannon to fire.

The direct firing range of the red cannons of the heavy camp was only more than a hundred feet away, two miles apart... In fact, the accuracy was very limited, but even so, after the red cannons joined the battlefield, they still dealt a blow to the Ming army's formation. In Apple

The moment the large and small iron bullet hit the Ming army, with the crisp sound of metal, the shell penetrated the armor and body of a soldier, and then hit the soldier behind. The soldier was knocked away by the remaining shell, even though the shell behind him

The soldiers quickly took up their positions, but the sharp formation that slowly rolled in was still affected.

In fact, at this point in the battle, even the seemingly unstoppable sharp formation is not as sharp as it was at the beginning, and even its size is constantly shrinking.

When the meat grinder ground the slaves into flesh and blood, the meat grinder also began to become dull. Although the plate armor on the soldiers was not heavy, after a long battle, the armor on their bodies and in their hands

The sabers of the soldiers were getting heavier and heavier. Surrounding Chen Wudi in the Chinese army, more and more injured brothers were seen. Many of them only suffered some superficial injuries when their armor was pierced.

But there was no time to take off the armor to stop the bleeding, and the blood flowed along the gaps in the plate armor.

Although every time the queue rolled in, the brothers in the front row could rest, but their breathing became extremely heavy, and everyone was panting heavily.

The battle has been going on for less than half an hour, and even Iron Man has become exhausted. Even the deafening sound of "kill slaves" has become a little faint. The soldiers want to save some energy to kill the people in front of them.

Build slaves.

The Jiannu, relying on their numerical advantage, are regaining the advantage bit by bit. Although they need to try their best to pierce the Ming army's armor with the tip of the spear, even though the tip of the spear often only causes flesh wounds, the blood flows like

The wounds were painful, but they were constantly taking away the energy of the soldiers.

Chen Wudi, who realized that the soldiers were exhausted, gave a loud order.

"Send the order, stop advancing and form a hollow formation!"

Finally, as the whistle sounded, the moving iron wall stopped. It stopped moving. The soldiers finally got a chance to breathe. Although they were trapped in a heavy siege, they stood there like a great steel wall.

They are not only the Great Wall, they are also the guards on the Great Wall. They stand there and guard this civilization!

Although for them, the sword had become heavier and heavier, and it was not even as sharp as it was at the beginning, but they still struggled to kill Jiannu who tried to rush into the formation.

"it's time!"

Although the casualties of the main battle far exceeded Abate's expectations, when he saw the Ming army stop advancing, he realized that the Ming army was exhausted, with a trace of bloodthirsty eyes in his eyes, and he raised his hands high

holding a spear and shouting loudly in Jurchen dialect.

"Kill the bright dog!"

The Qing army, which had been recuperating on the outside of the battlefield, launched an attack on the officers and soldiers of the Huben camp from both wings. Each of them roared out with two thousand elite cavalry as the leader.

Four thousand elite cavalry rushed towards the Huben camp from the flank. They held long spears in their right hands, and the barrels of the spears were clamped by their ribs. They were like two stormy waves, trying to crush the Great Steel Wall and send these civilized guards away.

Into despair.

Seeing the Qing cavalry coming like a stormy wave, Chen Wudi did not panic. Being in the middle of the army, he just stared at the enemy cavalry. The flag bearer beside him was holding the white tiger battle flag of the Tiger Army.

Then stand beside him, standing motionless, raising the battle flag high and facing the blowing river wind, making a sound in the air.

Suddenly, Chen Wudi fiercely pointed the sword in his hand sideways and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!