What is the wonder of the charge of hundreds of thousands of troops?

The sunset shone golden light, staining the huge scorpions with a layer of golden red. The entire Dashun Army moved. Countless Shun Army soldiers holding big swords and spears, and even hoes and sickles all emerged forward. The huge team was more than 30 miles long and more than ten miles wide. The heavy footsteps even exceeded the war horses, making the earth tremble.

A real torrent of people!

The cold light reflected by the knife and iron armor even stinged the eyes of the soldiers in Liao Town. In the vast army, the muscles on Li Zicheng's face were distorted due to excitement and pleasure.

There was no way, today's war really made him feel aggrieved. A few kilometers of thin positions guarded by 30,000 people, and more than 100,000 people fought for almost a whole day. Every time he charged, it seemed that Sun Chuanting's position was left with a thin film, which could penetrate with one stab. However, this film was still unbreakable after spending thousands of lives. The uncomfortable feeling almost made Li Zicheng crazy.

But now, even if Sun Chuanting has three heads and six arms, Li Zicheng doesn't believe he can hold on! Looking at the Sun-chan's flag that had burned several holes on the opposite side, which made him furious, the King of Chuang suddenly waved his sword forward happily.

"Breaking me and kill him!"

What does it feel like to face these thousands of troops?

When the manpower is exhausted, even if it is covered with iron, how many kilograms of nails can be made in the furnace? As solid as a rock, it will cost a price. During this whole day of decisive battle, thousands of people were killed, tens of thousands of people were injured and down the line of fire. Only one-third of the entire army nodded, but everyone was injured.

Even Sun Chuanting himself had an arrow nailed to the black cotton armor. The double-through telescope was bent with a knife and the metal was bent. Only a single bucket was left. The right hand holding the telescope was also blackened by gunpowder, and he was breathing heavily. He was looking into the distance.

Seeing Dashunjun, who was overwhelmingly attacking the layers of corpses, even he couldn't help but get dull. Finally, his voice started to scream with a hoarse and rapid voice.

"Send, send a messenger to the King of Liao, let's get anxious..."

Not only him, watching the rebels who were rushing toward him, the exhausted soldiers of the Hegang Corps at the forefront were forgot to breathe for a moment. The black cotton armor on his body had been dyed red at this time. I don’t know how many holes had been broken. The 100 base ammunition fired in the morning had already been exhausted, and the fifty bullets that were added later were empty at this time. Can you still withstand this round?

But just when the guy was stunned, a roar suddenly sounded in the position. Then, a dark bayonet that was covered in blood and had been stabbed stood in front of everyone in trembling. Looking at the bayonet, it suddenly seemed to wake up the guy. The trembling bayonet, which was also blood-carrying, stood up next to Xu Dazhuang's bayonet. One by one, one by one, the evening breeze blew, and the bright red bayonet formed a sword mountain again at the front of the legion, staring at the closest point, holding the weapon beast, and roaring. It could even see the yellow teeth in the mouth of the army, and thrusting its chest. These men from the north of the Seitoui also let out a shocking roar.

"Come on, dog thief!"

Seeing the fierce battle with countless sparks bursting out again, Dashunjun, the most cutting-edge, suddenly felt his eardrums itchy. They couldn't help but raise their heads upwards, and black dots suddenly entered their eyes.

Cracky~

In a few days, only one-third of the artillery fire could be moved, and this third was still one-third of the range that could be obtained. Not all, and he was ordered not to take action by himself. The artillery commander Sun Chun was so crazy. At this time, the woman threw the boat-shaped hat given by Mao Jue aside. A commanding knife was like a musician's baton. Her hoarse voice was not like a woman, roaring rudely and wildly. In her concerto, the Dongjiang heavy artillery, which had already been ready to go, sang the beginning of the death music in this area.

The gun barrel was rubbing hot, and shrapnel bullets the size of Chinese medicine balls landed suddenly like flowers of a goddess. This magical weapon accompanied by Mao Jue's symbiosis has never disappointed the Liaodong army since its debut. Under the roar of artillery fire, the frontier of the Shun Army was like a scene like rain hitting the broken lotus. With the jingling sounds, the Shun Army tilted its head and fell down one after another.

With a bang, the iron helmet produced by the Ming Dynasty's Ministry of Industry, which was obviously full of air holes, opened a hole directly. The iron balls penetrated into his mind. The forehead of Shunjun spewed out blue smoke and flesh, and his eyes turned upward incredibly. He was not dead for a while, and his whole body twitched like a skinned frog.

He was fine, not far away from him. Another Shunjun, who had been pierced through his lungs by a shotgun, knelt on the ground, and tried his best to cover the bloody wound with both hands. As he coughed violently, pieces of blood foam spurted out of his mouth.

The sky seemed to be covered by the projectile clouds, and was quickly pulled off the horse. The follower raised his heavy shield, and the crackling above his head was like rain. The black-hoofed horses beside him were whining to the ground several times in a row. Li Zicheng was full of disbelief, and he watched his charge stop abruptly, and the army struggling in the steel storm screamed incredibly.

"How is that possible?"

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How could it be impossible! From the beginning, Mao Jue was setting up the formation for this situation. The long snake formation inwards was sunk for about ten miles, waiting for the army to drill in like a huge pocket. More than 3,000 cannons were aimed at the center of this trap, and what he was waiting for was Li Zicheng who came to watch the scene of the heavy rain of pear blossoms.

If Li Zicheng had read Western history, he would know that more than two thousand years ago, Cannie, on the Italian Peninsula, a Carthaginian, used the same formation, and only used only 30,000 to 40,000 people to kill the 80,000 troops of the most prosperous Roman Republic at that time. That man was Hannibal! This time Mao Jue repeated the war, but it was even more bloody and thrilling than Hannibal.

The shelling lasted for six or seven minutes. Three rounds of heavy artillery fired 9,000 heavy shrapnel beans fell on the crowded army of the riot army. There were even no living people at the positions where the heavy blow was hit. The broken limbs were inserted into the flesh and blood of the torn war horses, as if a ferocious monster was formed. The Shunjun, who was shot dead, still retained the action of holding a shield upward or holding his head to cover it. The amazing smell of blood even the flies was almost disgusting.

After the last shell fell, the entire battlefield was even silent for a while, for a few seconds, no one spoke.

Until a roar broke through the silence!

After all, he did not carry out the qi cultivation skills to the end. In the terrified battle, Liu Chong was covered with armor and beast helmets all over his body, and also wore a Japanese mountain ghost mask on his face. He held up the narrow Dongjiang command knife high. Mao Jue, who was hated for killing his wife, had a ferocious face and actually charged to the front in person.

There was only one word left in his eyes.

"kill!!!"

This time, the protagonist who shocked the earth was finally replaced by Dongjiang. The heavy cavalry of Liao Town was like two dragons, chanting and crawling between the huge Shun Army scorpion. The Liaodong dragon cavalry wearing iron vests were far heavier than the Shun Army rushing. With the sound of the banging steel impact, wherever Li Zicheng went, the light infantry under Li Zicheng was like cotton wool and rolled up with the storm.

It was like waking up from a dream. More than 200,000 elite Dongjiang infantry roared like a sea of ​​roars almost at the same time, and did not shoot. Holding a cold bayonet, one by one, the fierce tigers of Liao Town went down the mountain and squeezed towards the Shunjun in Central Tu Town.

Especially these people were mixed with human-shaped tanks, a large blade weighing more than two meters long and dozens of kilograms waving on Kong Youde, who was covered in heavy armor, was like a windmill, bringing up a large area of ​​blood while the animal was roaring with great momentum.

"I'm suffocating! Come on! Fight with me!"

In an instant, the entire battlefield was rewritten, so that the Hegang Corps, who had been fighting hard for a day, was stunned. Holding a bent and broken bayonet, he looked at the surging battle in front of him in surprise. In this silence, a bayonet once again reached in front of everyone.

"General!"

Without answering, he set off his posture and held a bayonet. Sun Chuanting, the old man, also charged out like a young man with a strong spirit, and suddenly understood. The blood seemed to rush into his mind in an instant. Following Sun Chuanting, the Hegang Corps, which had been guarding all day, also transformed from a strong shield to a sharp sword, and charged forward with the murderous intent that killed people.

Under their blade, Shunjun, who was just roaring and tearing them apart, turned around and fled, ramming his head forward and hitting his body behind him, and had no choice but to escape. Finally, he was provoked by a bayonet and fell to the ground, turning into cold corpses.

In fact, this moment was also an opportunity for the Shun Army! Mao Jue went to fight in person! Just like the Battle of Lucen in the West not long ago, although the Catholic Alliance lost, the Swedish King Gustav, the core commander of the Protestant Alliance, was killed on the spot. The Protestant Army immediately lost most of its enterprising spirit. If Mao Jue was killed, Da Shun would have a chance to make a comeback.

Unfortunately, the Dashun Army, a typical feudal army, had no counterattack power anymore. Whether it was the once famous old Shaanxi Army or the later surrendered, the powerful Central Plains Army had completely lost the courage to fight in the artillery fire and overwhelming offensives like the Liao soldiers' landslides and the overwhelming offensive. Even if they were stabbed down by the bayonet from behind, they would not dare to turn around and fight for a sword.

The legion of more than 700,000 people was completely destroyed! It turned into a pile of sand and fled in scattered areas.

In the morning, I was thinking about how to show my imperial authority after conquering Liaodong. At night, this short-lived empire fell into the abyss like the sun that was setting in the west. The most unacceptable thing was Li Zicheng himself. He waved his big knife like a madman, stabbed dozens of people in succession, and even stabbed a leader of the 72nd Battalion who rebelled together to death, but he still could not help but defeat the downfall.

The sound of horse hooves like the Liao army urging their lives was also heard in his ears. Finally, he sighed helplessly and threw down the bloody knife. Li Zicheng staggered into his retreating subordinates and disappeared into the darker night.
Chapter completed!