The jumping soldiers are usually around thirty years old, similar to the ordinary age of the white-armored soldiers of the Later Jin Dynasty. They are at the peak of physical fitness and experience. They launch a rushing impact at a distance of 200 steps. It is also very tired to walk slowly under the conditions of carrying more than 70 kilograms of weight. However, these soldiers can still maintain a very fast rushing. Their steps are like flying, like human-shaped beasts. The yellow sand and residual snow are lifted up very high, splashing behind them. Everyone is running hard, and everyone makes a violent breathing sound. At this time, it seems that they can only hear the gasp during running, the sound of armor leaves, and the sound of rustling footsteps when fighting boots step on the ground. In addition, the remaining sounds on the battlefield seem to be closed suddenly, and people can't hear anything.

The same is true for Lu Si. He knew that the violent breathing of himself and his comrades around him was nothing. This was a way to evenly breathe. In fact, as long as they stopped their steps, they could return to their normal breathing rhythm after a few breaths.

Adjust your breathing evenly and master the rhythm, including how to swing weapons, exert force, restore strength, and preserve your physical strength for another battle. These are all a complete set of methods. The better you master during training, the greater the chance of surviving on the battlefield.

The battlefield of cold weapons, unless it is divided and surrounded, will definitely be the one who can survive in the melee. The calmest and best-save physical strength.

People had rushed to the trench, not deep, but quite wide. The engineers had put down the ladder and made simple fixes. The archers who had just been dispersed on the opposite side came up again. They began to rush forward with scolding and shouting. Each archer found a suitable position. While the first soldier's boots stepped on the ladder, the arrows had already covered it like rain.

It was really like rain. Each arrow poured down almost with dozens of troops at the same time. There were at least a hundred archers opposite each team of soldiers. There were almost thousands of people opposite each section of the trench that had ladders. More than 100,000 Mongolians were stationed in these ten miles long fronts, and of course they could achieve such thick frontal defense.

The most critical thing is that the merchant army lost the threat to them, and the artillery, the weapon of war, did not follow. Even the artillery cart is a four-pound cannon with less than a thousand pounds, plus a base shell and the weight of the cart itself, it is too difficult to walk in the desert covered with sand.

The Chepao Battalion went directly to the West Road, where they might have encountered the main force of the Tapao Battalion who fled in panic for more than 100,000 times. As a result, the situation changed. This time it seemed that the Chepao Battalion was not very useful.

Under the rain of arrows, the soldiers could not even look up and observe. Although they were holding shields to protect most of their bodies, the shields were quickly shot with arrows. Although the Mongolians' bow power was not strong, they were very close now. They felt that they had psychological advantages, so there were very few tactical deformations, and almost every arrow could hit the place where it should go.

If someone is interested in bowing, he will find that it is not a problem to hit every shot. Many archery enthusiasts from later generations can easily shoot every bottle thrown into the air indoors. The arrows can pass through the bottles, and even shoot several arrows in a row to shoot all the water bottles through.

It is not as difficult as imagined to shoot a mobile target outdoors. A enthusiast can easily shoot every prey that appears in his eyes in a few years, and even use a special bow and arrow to easily shoot a small dot in the naked eye.

In the hands of these Mongolians who have been wielding bows and arrows since childhood, regarding bows and arrows as life, and cannot leave them in life or war, bows and arrows are more flexible, just like having life. Their arrows are shooting fast and densely, with extremely accurate heads. Even people must be careful. There are really many archers aiming at the eyes of these iron armored warriors. Fortunately, under the multiple protections of iron masks, helmets, shields and iron armor, this effort has not achieved any effect.

If the archer is not too weak, Mongolian archers are still the strongest archers of this era. Their shooting skills are not like the result of training, but are inherent talents. They are just acquired efforts to illuminate this talent point.

Unfortunately, they are increasingly using these skills to their lives, such as hunting rather than fighting, otherwise it would not be Zhang Han and his merchant army to appear on the grassland.

The Mongols who were as brave and good at fighting as the Jurchens, and who liked to learn and participate in wars were still very terrifying. Before the emergence of heavy artillery and machine guns, the cavalry remained the king of war.

Everyone felt that they were constantly being shot by arrows, and the light arrows seemed a little scary at close range. The shields were quickly covered with arrows, like the sudden growth of wild grass. Each warrior was also filled with arrows everywhere, but these arrows were all crooked. It was obvious that the arrows were hooked on the armor, and there was no way to penetrate the body. Of course, they could not harm the body of the warriors in the armor.

Some breastplates were pierced by arrows, and soft bows and arrows could not penetrate the thick breastplate.

The performance of armor and scale armor is also quite good. Although many armor leaves will be damaged, it will be enough to repair them after the war.

Each warrior's cotton armor or mail will block the further tip of the arrow, causing himself to be injured at most.

In the eyes of the Mongols, the iron-armored warriors who had already rushed over the ladder became extremely terrifying. Only then did people remember the judgment that the bows and arrows were useless to these heavy armored soldiers of the Shang regiment and could not penetrate their defenses at all.

The archers began to retreat. In fact, all the Mongolians were archers. However, at this time, some Mongolian soldiers wearing armor or holding iron spears began to come forward. They tried to compete with these iron armored beasts in the competition of cold weapons.

The first soldier jumped over the long trench and stabbed several iron spears together.

The warrior raised his shield in front of him, blocking the attack of most of the iron spears. The shield made a trembling sound. The warrior's calf was stabbed by a spear. It was a cunning and skillful enemy. The spear tip pierced the shin guard and most of the strength was removed, but it still pierced the skin and muscle tissue of the calf, causing injuries to the bones. But that was the case. The stabbed warrior tried hard to keep himself balanced and let out an angry roar.

More soldiers rushed over, and two more shield hands stood side by side. Four gunmen began to poke forward, spears and iron guns intersected in mid-air, waving each other, making crackling sounds.

The boring handle and knife player began to wave, expanding the space.

Squad after team crossed the trench and expanded the scope of the foothold.

With excellent weapons and strong will, outstanding martial arts, and of course, very skillful array cooperation, each team began to kill the enemy.

Every time there are stabs and slashes, the Mongols will fall down, and every time there are broken arms and limbs flying into the air.

The spear was pulled out, and blood was splattering.

Soon a pile of corpses appeared in front of the team. The Mongolians who dared to rush up to fight and fell to the ground and died. Even those wearing cotton armor were the same. They were no match for these iron armored warriors at all.

The Mongols found that their opponents were too strong, their protection was too strong, their attacks were too fast, their movements were as fast as lightning, their courage was extraordinary, they dared to take risks, and their strength was too great. A team of about ten soldiers carried hundreds of Mongolians to fight until another team stepped onto the battlefield.

There were such a chaotic scene everywhere, the Mongols were besieging Hutchison's warriors everywhere, and the battlefield was opened one by one, and soldiers jumped over from the other end of the trench and then stood still, like mountains.

It’s not that there were no soldiers who died in battle, and being accidentally stabbed into the vital points by a spear is still fatal, but with the efforts of these soldiers, as long as they step into footsteps, they have a solid foothold, and then the spearmen and musketeers rushed over continuously.

At close range, the musketeers finally asked these Mongolian archers to understand what the generation difference is. The musketeers' infantry guns were set for the second year of the Apocalypse. In terms of quality and design, they were almost the same as the smoothbore guns two hundred years later. There was no big difference. There was no room for improvement in the stability of components and fired musketeers. Now they can only develop in rifling and rear-loading bullets. With the current technical conditions, even if there is a clear idea, it will take at least thirty to fifty years to achieve these, and the battle will be completed long ago.

Even the muskets are enough now.

After the musketeers ran to the front line, they formed a squadron or company formation, then raised their guns, fired, and loaded them.

All the actions are completed in the fastest time, and the musketeers don't even have time to see their own results.

Only under the observation of the officers, these gunmen completed various actions such as loading, turning around, and advancing, and then fired, loading, and hitting again.

Lu Si and a knives were working together. He held a shield in his hand and his right hand was a carefully made Qi sword, which was also a type of Mingjun's standard waist knife. It was made of high-quality fine iron, and the cost of one handle was about eight taels, which was a sharp weapon. He and the knives were working together. The other party swept or poked. Lu Si was the one who really used a killer move.

Both of them were covered with more than ten sores, and their outer robe and lining had been soaked in blood. The handle of the bore was injured by Bilu Si. He was in a spear in his abdomen, and blood kept gushing out. The iron man covered in armor was already bleeding inside and outside. Lu Si's shield was shot with bows and arrows, which was heavy and had been discarded by him. His arms and thighs were mostly injured, dripping blood, but fortunately, they did not hurt the vital points.

The boring handle suddenly roared, and the handle in his hand began to wave randomly. Lu Si saw an arrow inserted into the partner's throat, which had penetrated halfway.

The handle of Tong did not fall down, but moved forward in anger. The bloody iron man continued to move forward, and the Tong handle in his hand was still waving and slapped. The Mongolians in front of him were shocked. The descendants of this nation that once established a country with force and massacre to establish the cornerstone of rule were no longer accustomed to such a scene.

After waving for a while, Tong's hand finally stopped, but he did not fall down, but instead supported Tong's hand rod on his chest, and blood was still flowing down the edge of Tong's hand and the armor, and everyone knew that the warrior had died in battle.

There seemed to be a fire burning in Lu Si's chest.
Chapter completed!