In the same way, as long as a soldier overcomes fear and moves forward bravely, the morale of the army can be stabilized.

It was Zheng Sen again. At the critical moment, he suddenly looked up to the sky and howled: "Comrades in the Shizi Camp, hold on, don't panic! Follow me forward, keep moving forward, move forward!"

Zheng Sen held his sword high and walked forward slowly.

More than sixty scholars caught a glimpse of it from the corner of their eyes and took the crucial step forward.

Immediately, more than 6,000 Qinwang scholars responded mechanically and instinctively.

The scholar phalanx, which was on the verge of collapse, regained its position and continued to advance forward with difficulty.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The bandit musketeers in front fired another row of muskets, and several more soldiers fell to the ground wailing, but this time the phalanx of soldiers remained intact.

The distance between the two sides soon came to within sixty steps.

The thieves fired three rows of muskets and began to charge.

But Shiziying has already passed the most difficult and dangerous moment.

Facing the tidal wave of thieves and spearmen in front, Zheng Sen slowly raised his sword and roared at the top of his voice: "Drummer, play the blunderbuss, get ready to fire the blunderbuss!"

Three rows of musketeers lit matches.

At this moment, thunderous rumblings suddenly sounded from both sides of the battlefield.

Immediately, the Shizi camp and the thieves who rushed over from the opposite side were horrified to find that the ground beneath their feet was shaking. What was going on?
Chapter completed!