"Don't panic, brothers, now the main force of the Ming army has appeared, only more than 10,000 people. And our army's troops are five times more powerful than that of the Yishui River. There are 50,000 reserve troops on the other side of the Yishui River. Why not be afraid of it?" Gao Yingxiang shouted loudly.

After Gao Ying finished speaking, thousands of angrily shouts came from below, like a thunderous sound rolling past.

"Brothers, the entire army attacks. As long as they strangle with Ming Gouzi, their thunder will be useless!" Gao Yingxiang pulled out his waist knife and shouted loudly.

"If you kill the head of Minggou on the opposite side, you will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver! If you kill his general, you will be rewarded with double the silver!" The angry Gao Yingxiang gritted his teeth and made a huge promise.

The 50,000 bandit infantry soldiers all let out a shout like thunder. Then, like the dark clouds in the sky were blown by the strong wind, and quickly rolled towards the Ming army opposite with a fierce rush.

As if it had been calculated, when all 50,000 bandits were running and attacking, 100 scattering machines lined up in a row were pushed out of the bushes in a row, squeakingly.

"Fuck! The Ming army, who had the dog, has a backup plan!"

Looking at these catapults that were only launched, Gao Yingxiang gritted his teeth.

Now the entire army is attacking overwhelmingly, and it is impossible to send orders to retreat. Gao Yingxiang can only hope that his bandits can strangle the Ming army on the opposite side as soon as possible, so that the Ming army cannot throw thunder.

"preparation!"

"put!"

When the bandits ran to about four hundred steps from the opposite side, the catapult winch, which was pressed to the extreme, had a light sound, and a hundred 80-pound huge black thunders were suddenly bounced up by a long throwing pole and roared into the air.

"The sky-shaking thunder is coming! Spread it away quickly!"

Looking at the hundred roaring black spots, as the air became larger and larger, the bandits in the place where the thunder was falling screamed in horror.

Even though they were prepared, the number of bandits attacked was so large that it was quite difficult for them to escape from the dense crowds.

These bandit soldiers who rushed left and right panic fled, instead disrupted the bandits' attack formation a lot.

Seven or eight seconds later, a hundred thunderstormed the earth roared and fell to the ground, and even smashed dozens of bandit soldiers who had no time to dodge into meat pie.

The violent explosion sounded immediately, and the gust of fire and choking smoke blew up the bandits that were about twenty meters wide near the sky-shaking thunder, and bloody rains flew.

At least nearly ninety thunders blew up successfully, sending more than 5,000 bandit soldiers to hell in an instant.

And more bandits suddenly discovered that they seemed to have come to a silent world. Only their ears, eyes, and nostrils, which were shattered and bleeding, seemed to remind themselves how terrible the explosion just now was.

After a brief start, the bandits' battle formation immediately fell into chaos.

Many people howled and fled backwards, trying to escape from this terrifying land of death. The more than one remaining cavalrymen who were escorting the formation behind them immediately slashed and killed them crazily.

"Don't escape! If you escape at this time, all your previous efforts will be wasted!" Gao Yingxiang was furious and attacked him. He personally waved his sword to fight and slashed at the bandits who were crying and fleeing.

However, these bandit soldiers were elite troops under Gao Yingxiang. After experiencing a brief chaos, they stopped the collapse and immediately began to attack again.

When the bandits were still about 300 steps away from the Ming army's battle formation, the second round of thunder roared again.

This time, the bandits who suffered a great loss knew to spread the formation to both ends and dodge them in advance. The hundred thunders exploded in about 80, but only killed more than 2,000 bandit soldiers.

These bandit soldiers who had been through war for a long time continued to rush forward after experiencing a small chaos.

When it was only more than 200 steps away from the Ming army's battle formation, the catapult dropped the thunder for the last time.

This time, because the enemy's speed of running and advancing speed was accelerated, many catapults had more than 30 thunderstorms and thunders were thrown away due to inaccurate distance measurement. Only less than 60 of them actually exploded in the bandit formation, and only more than 1,000 bandit soldiers were killed or injured.

"Good! Ming Gouzi's catapult can no longer throw thunder, and immediately destroy the Ming army's battle formations!" Seeing that his army was getting closer and closer to the Ming army, Gao Yingxiang's face was full of excitement.

The remaining more than 40,000 bandits saw that the Ming army lined up opposite him was already in front of him, so they began to shrink their formation while running towards the Ming army's gun and shield battle formation lined up.

When the bandits rushed to about 100 steps, 50 Lumi guns mounted above the large shield were fired in a dense manner.

More than 40 three-month-weight lead bullets that whistled out of the screaming attacked more than 20 bandits on the other side and died.

When the enemy rushed to fifty steps, Lumi's gun fired again, and more than 20 bandits fell to the ground. At this time, Lumi's gunman quickly withdrew from the position, leaving only the gun and shield battle formations waiting for it.

The two sides quickly strangled each other.

On one side, two rows of sharp-stinged shields stood together, striving to block the wanton attack of the bandit army. On the other side, a 4-meter steel spear was like a long-lost poisonous dragon, which slashed out from above the bandits and stabbed them hard at the head, neck, and three vital points of the bandits who rushed over.

The bandits who rushed over carefully avoided the spear on the shield and used the shield in their hands to knock out the spear that was trembling like a dragon's stabbing, while wielding swords to counterattack.

In the cruel close-killing battle, the weapons slashed each other, the shouts of hard work, the roar of wounds, and the dull puff sound of swords piercing into the human body, overlapping, like a song of death.

Some people fell from time to time on both sides of the enemy and us, but as soon as the soldiers in front fell, new soldiers quickly filled the vacancy.

Under Li Xiaojun's row of large shields, layers of bandit corpses began to pile up.

Feng Shuangli, deputy chief of the Iron Dragon Camp of Li Xiaojun and former general of Zhang Xianzhong's army, personally fought. He was skilled in martial arts and held a four-meter spear in his hand, dancing so that the gun was like pear blossoms. In just a moment, three or four bandit soldiers died under his gun.

Seeing that the winner was so brave, everyone worked hard to move forward and their morale was greatly boosted.

Li Xiao saw that in this short period of close combat, the Ming army, which was well-equipped and rigorous, was like a killing machine. The battle-death exchange ratio between the bandits on the opposite side was close to 5 to 1. In other words, each bandit died on average, only if the bandits died in an average of 5 people, can the lives of a Li Xiao army's spearman or shield soldier.

This casualty ratio was really considerable to Zu Dale, who watched the formation together, but Li Xiao was not satisfied.

In addition, there are nearly 100,000 enemy troops on the other side that have not crossed the river. Even if they can continue to fight in exchange, their losses will be considerable. This is not the result that Li Xiao hopes to see.

Soon, 600 people from both sides flew across the whistle and 3,000 infantrymen from Zudale's headquarters began to attack the two wings of the bandit battle formation.

The 3,000 infantrymen in Zudale Club fought with the bandits on the right and were indistinguishable. However, Li Xiaojun's rampant whistle, this heavy-armored infantry team composed of the most elite soldiers of Li Xiaojun, was like a mecha tiger jumping into a pack of wolves, and immediately began bloody and efficient killing.

In the whistle, everyone's hands were in the tiger spear, tiger sword, long-handled sword, thick-backed military sickle, flying up and down, slashing constantly, and the sword light was facing each other, and the blood and flesh flew everywhere, killing the bandits and wailing.

Irgen Jueluo Chata, the soldier who is now in the fifth team of the 5th team, quickly waved his tiger sword and cut off the head of a bandit, he felt that the bloodthirsty desire and beastly nature that had been hidden in his heart for a long time seemed to explode completely at this moment.

He let out a roar that was different from his voice, rushed forward quickly, and slashed and killed everyone around him who was different from his military uniform. The bloody tiger sword swung around and slashed left and right, and the surrounding bandits suddenly screamed and died under his knife one after another.

"The Tartars are doing well!" Pang Yuan, the chief whistle who was fighting on the side, caught a glimpse of Chata who was so brave, and gave him a thumbs up from afar to praise him.

Chata laughed, wiped away the blood splashed on his face, and he became more and more courageous and slashed towards the bandits around him.

Under the attack on Li Xiaojun on three sides, the speed of death and injury of bandits was greatly accelerated, and from the initial 5-1 exchange ratio, it gradually changed to 6-1, or even 7-1, 8-1!

Gao Yingxiang's face became increasingly ugly, and his lips began to tremble slightly.

what to do?

Do you still have to fight with Ming Jun like this?

Gao Yingxiang's face was pale and his mind was in chaos.

As the bandit formation was constantly squeezed, the bandit battle formation gradually changed from the flat rectangle at the beginning to the semicircular shape that became thicker and thicker in the middle.

After the bandit formation became thicker, Gao Yingxiang was surprised to see that the auxiliary soldiers who had originally operated catapults in the Ming army opposite began to run down from the hillside and came to Li Xiaojun's one-spoke shield battle formation.

They were in groups, one with a burning fuse hanging on it, and the other was holding a large box in his hand, which contained a bunch of hands-shot thunder.

The hand-shooting Thunder is an improved version of Li Xiao’s original 12-pound standard single-soldier Thunder.

The total weight of this thunder is reduced to 10 kilograms, and an additional wooden handle is installed on the iron shell so that the auxiliary soldiers can throw it further.

This kind of thunder is quite similar to modern grenades, but modern grenades use the method of pulling the fire to the bottom, while Li Xiao's thunder can only use a more primitive method of igniting the fuse lead.

Now, because the enemy formation has changed and the thickness has increased, the auxiliary soldiers can throw thunderstorms into the distance and bomb the enemy soldiers, but there is no need to worry about accidentally hurting themselves because the distance is too close.

A total of 600 thunderstorms were shot towards the far end of the bandits' battle formation.

The explosions rose continuously, and behind the bandit battle formation, the dazzling yellow flames appeared in the thick and choking white smoke. Amid the deafening explosion, a group of bandit soldiers who could not dodge were blown up.

The auxiliary soldiers surrendered several times, and more than 5,000 bandits were killed in an instant, and the bandits' battle formation was chaotic again.

However, these bandits are worthy of being the elite soldiers who have fought for a long time. After experiencing a brief chaos, they once again lifted the battle formation into a flat rectangle, which made Li Xiaojun's auxiliary soldiers lose the opportunity to continue to drop bombs.

However, at this point, the bandits who were attacked from both sides and were chaotic many times were approaching the brink of collapse, and everyone was gritting their teeth to avoid a complete defeat.

While the auxiliary soldiers were throwing bombs at will, they kept lurking on the left without any movement. The cavalry formation of more than 3,000 people composed of Li Xiao's troops and Zu Dalemen began to rush towards more than a thousand bandit cavalrymen who were escorting the formation under the leadership of Li Dingguo, deputy battalion commander of Chifeng Camp.

Li Dingguo took the lead, and his sharp eyes stared straight at the person opposite him, that is, among the cavalry, the most gorgeous armor and the tallest war horses, Gao Yingxiang!

Gao Yingxiang was immediately panicked when he saw the Ming cavalry team rolling in smoke and dust.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Gao Yingxiang pulled his horse's head and turned around and fled to the pontoon bridge behind him.

"Enemy general, where can we escape!"

Li Dingguo shouted loudly, and he took the lead, took out his bow and arrow, shot him from afar, hitting Gao Yingxiang's mount head.

The mount screamed, his front hooves raised high, and then fell down dejectedly.

In the chaos, Gao Yingxiang was unable to pull his legs and was pressed under the horse, and his leg bones were immediately broken.

He roared loudly in pain, struggling to pull out from the injured horse, but couldn't do it.

"King!" Several cavalrymen yelled and jumped off the horse, and used their best to pull Gao Yingxiang out of the horse.

At this time, Gao Yingxiang almost fainted in pain.

However, from the corner of his eyes, he quickly saw that more than 50,000 bandits on the other side and the other 4,000 cavalrymen were turning around and fleeing.

"Fuck, I'm sure of the danger. Huang Haier, I'm so fucking in you that day, but you are so unrighteous, and you are the first to escape with your troops. It's really better than pigs and dogs!" Seeing the bandits leaving on the other side, Gao Yingxiang gritted his teeth and scolded Li Zicheng.

When he was being helped up by his troops and was tremblingly about to sit on a new horse, another sharp arrow shot him.

This fierce three-edged steel arrow, with a howling cold light, shot through his waist, drilled through his belly, and penetrated from the edge of his armour.

Gao Yingxiang shouted and fell backwards from the horse. He covered the arrow with his hands trembling and no longer had the strength to stand up.

Several cavalrymen next to him were immediately panicked.

Before about seventy or eighty steps, E Bilun looked solemn, and while walking forward, he quickly put his bow into his bag.
To be continued...