After several cannon blasts, the gate of the Panjiakou Army Fortress opened, and groups of Han army flag soldiers filed out. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of Ming troops, they arrived in the middle of the battlefield in an orderly manner, and began to move their hands and feet, inspecting their weapons.
The trench was not dug a hundred steps in front of the military fort like in Zhenjiang Fort, but was still about a mile away from the military fort.
Therefore, these enemies of the Han banner were almost standing on the tip of the nose of the Ming army, provoking them.
The Tatar general in soft armor pointed at the Ming army with the unsheathed sword in his hand, looking arrogant.
News of the deadly fight had spread throughout the Ming army camp. Even if the enemies came within shooting range, no one fired arrows or guns. And the Ming army in the trench at the front came out of the trench one by one.
He got out and stretched his neck to look at the enemy.
And commented on the enemy.
"You are paralyzed. The Tatars are cheating again. I saw the slave mark on the face in the back. This is not a soldier. He is clearly a slave in the military fortress!"
"No, it shouldn't be Tatars. We see a lot of Ming Dynasty faces that look like ours. We would have to change our clothes and we wouldn't be able to tell them apart!"
"The brothers who went to war this time suffered a big loss. The heads of these guys are not as valuable as the heads of real Tatars!"
Several soldiers were whispering to each other, and the commander behind them said, "It's not a loss if you come back. If we go out to fight to the death, how many of us will come back alive!"
"Boss, I heard someone say that you also participated in a death duel and came back alive to be promoted to boss?"
The soldiers asked curiously: "If this is the case, I would also like to give it a try!"
"What the hell are you doing? Is it your turn?" Lao Zongzong kicked the guy angrily: "Those who can participate in the death fight are either criminals who have made big mistakes or real military masters. You
What good is a new recruit thinking about?"
As if remembering something, he looked back with a melancholy look: "At this time, our brothers who are out in battle should be drinking at the Zhuangxing Bar! I hope we can win this time and get a few more brothers back!"
The soldier wanted to ask questions, but the commander waved him off and refused to discuss the topic again.
The Houjin soldiers in the middle of the battlefield had already begun to move around and make provocative moves. The Ming soldiers who went out to fight were like a little daughter-in-law who had a hard time seeing her parents-in-law and refused to come out.
In the middle of the battlefield, noise began to be heard, and the noise became louder and louder. Eventually, even the Houjin soldiers on the top of the city also started making noise together, which made the faces of the Ming troops below the city look ugly.
Amidst the bursts of drum noise, finally, drums began to sound in the Ming army camp. On the high platform of the Chinese army camp, someone was beating drums. Every time the drums sounded, there was a response from all around, and the drums became louder and louder.
, the croaking noise was gradually suppressed by the sound of the drum.
Until all the noise disappeared, everyone looked at the entrance and exit of the Ming army's trench, waiting for the Ming army to come out, and a neat shout came from the distance.
"The commander-in-chief beat the drum to support General Kong, and General Kong won the victory!"
"...To support General Kong,...to win the battle!!"
The shouts became louder and louder, and more and more voices merged into the shouts. Finally, all the shouts turned into four words, shouting in the mouths of all the Ming soldiers!
"Victorious!"
“Victory begins!!!”
Under the gaze of everyone, a group of Ming troops slowly walked out of the trench exit. They walked out step by step, as if in response to the shouts around them, and walked into the battlefield step by step, walking in front of the enemy.
Kong Youde, who was walking at the front, slowly took out the long knife beside him, raised it, and looked around.
The shouts around him gradually became quieter. When all the eyes around him were focused on him, Kong Youde raised his long sword and shouted.
"Must win!!!"
The Ming soldiers behind him shouted three times: "We must win! We must win, we must win!"
The fighting started in an instant, and the outcome was also decided in an instant.
Heavy armored infantry in iron armor met infantry in cotton armor or even without armor. In fact, as long as you are a soldier, you will know what the outcome of this battle will be. Both sides are tall soldiers of similar size.
Selected experienced warriors, at this time, the armor on their body becomes the key to distinguish life and death.
And obviously, the balance of victory is on the side of the Ming army this time.
There are a total of two hundred Ming soldiers in iron armor. Even the servants of the Ming army commander would not have such a lineup!!
Fan Wencheng's mouth was bitter at this moment, and his eyes showed a look of despair. He saw the tall and famous general almost cutting a soldier in front of him in half with one knife, and rushed towards him.
He gritted his teeth and rushed over with his long knife.
This is a fight to the death, there is no retreat!
If I don't die today, I will die!
Fan Wencheng's sword struck the Ming general's armor, making a harsh sound. Suddenly, Fan Wencheng remembered the time when he went to the county school to read the results in the forty-third year of Wanli.
The long knife slipped to the side. Mingjiang did not dodge, but directly raised the knife towards him. He subconsciously raised his hand to stop it, and then he felt his arm go cold, and his left hand had left his body.
"Baiwuyi is a scholar!"
General Ming's knife was raised diagonally, and this sentence was repeated in his mind. He was not afraid at all, even though he knew that in a moment, the knife would cut through his chest and ribs, and he would be opened.
neck.
"Be a human being in the next life!"
General Ming was laughing wildly, and the world in front of Fan Wencheng had frozen. The blood stains in his eyes told him that he should look back, as this was his last time in the world.
pity……
The world in his sight was turning over, everything was moving away from him, and finally, everything turned into darkness!
"Must win!"
Kong Youde chopped off this guy who looked very powerful, but was actually very good at it, and shouted loudly: "We must win!"
Seeing that their leader had beheaded the enemy general in one turn, the morale of the Ming army was greatly boosted. They all started to crush the enemy troops in front of them like a pack of wolves chasing their prey.
There is no formation, no fighting method, everyone just pushes over and over in unison, ignoring the enemy's swords on their bodies, as long as they get close to the enemy and pierce the opponent's body with the spears and swords in their hands.
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This is a fight to the death, and they won't worry about the enemy escaping or having reinforcements!
This is really a happy battle! It’s been a long time since I’ve been so happy to kill a Tatar, and it’s been so long since I’ve been so proud!
Seeing that the number of enemies on the battlefield was decreasing one by one, the cheers of the Ming army began to sound, like a wave, wave after wave, echoing above the heads of the Ming army and the heads of the enemies.