Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 20 Fight
For a while, Shao Er Jing Zi didn't realize why the enemy would take the initiative to give up his position, but at this time the charge had already been launched, and if he didn't succeed, he would be benevolent!
However, how can the passage to get out of the way be so simple, the formation is full of barbed wire and bridles!
The elite Banners rushing forward immediately fell down, but they didn't stop.

It may be foreseen that this is the only chance of victory. These determined banner warriors are willing to sacrifice themselves, flying into the trap one by one, paving the way for the follow-up soldiers and horses with their bodies.

This scene shocked the many pawns who took the initiative to let the passage open.

Fan Zhuoyuan's central army was about forty steps away from the forward and the flanks. Facing the impact of Shaoer Jingzi's last brave attack, he just swung his long saber calmly.

The 3000 soldiers beside him were already in full formation, and the bows and crossbows were stringed. Following Fan Zhuoyuan's order, flying arrows shot like locusts, and shot into the troops of the young second capital.

Crossbow arrows can only shoot one round, but bows and arrows can be fired continuously!
The distance of forty steps was not far, but they suffered three rounds of volleys, and a large number of people fell, but they finally rushed to the front of the Chinese army.

Shao Er Jing Zi charged forward, his armor was full of arrows, but he didn't realize it. After cutting off the shaft of the arrow with a knife, he stared at the spear array in front of him, and the man standing behind the spear array, putting down his long spear. Knife, General Fan Zhuoyuan who picked up the huge recurve compound bow!

The arrow was strung, let go, and a flash of electricity cut through the air and screamed!

Shaoer Jingzi leaned on his horse instinctively, and felt that the arrow passed over his head, scratched his scalp, and hit a banner warrior behind him.

Before he even uttered a scream, he was knocked off the horse by the huge kinetic energy.

Shaoer Jingzi's eyes were wide open. At this time, he had forgotten his fear. It is not advisable to ride a horse to charge the spear formation. The horses under the warriors' crotch will actively slow down and cannot be controlled by people.

Less than ten steps away, Shaoer Jingzi took the lead and jumped off his horse, and many warriors followed suit.

Thinking that he would take the lead in the infantry charge, he did not expect that Shaoer Jingzi stabbed the horse's ass with a knife, and the horse suffered pain, and rushed directly to Fan Zhuoyuan's personal line without distinguishing the direction.

Seeing this, many warriors immediately came to their senses and stabbed horses' buttocks one after another. Countless horses rushed frantically into the spear array Fan Zhuoyuan arranged.

Fan Zhuoyuan was very surprised to see the Japanese army's impromptu reaction, and couldn't help feeling admiration.

He put down his bow and arrow, held a long knife, and walked forward slowly.

At this time, the front of the enemy has already defeated the enemy's front, and the cavalry on the two wings has also defeated the opponent's flanks. At the same time, the left-wing light infantry who let the enemy's banner team in has also completed the elite encirclement of this army composed of daimyo and senior warriors.

Now it can be said that victory is in sight, and the only hope for the enemy army to come back is to raid the main formation and kill itself on this battlefield.

It's a pity that although their command is decisive, their strength is too far behind...

Fan Zhuoyuan was wearing three layers of heavy armor at this time, which he put on after the battle started. Normally, if he was dressed like this, no horse would be able to carry him.

In the front, the Japanese army's flag rushed into the formation with empty horses, hitting the horizontal formation of the personal soldiers into a depression in the middle.

A large group of warriors jumped out, some with long knives or halberd spears, stepping on the horse corpses and rushing forward with indomitable momentum.

Although they don't have formations, what they fight on the cold weapon battlefield is a momentum. When the momentum rises, if people dare to fight with their lives, any formation can be broken for you!

These high-ranking warriors, even if they were pierced by several long spears, would use their internal force to throw the long swords out before they died, dragging a soldier to be buried with them, very staunch.

They fought towards Fan Zhuoyuan's place with an almost one-to-one exchange ratio, such an aura almost made Fan Zhuoyuan's soldiers waver.

Until Fan Zhuoyuan, the god of death, officially stepped into the battlefield...

A samurai rushed forward, stepped on the corpse of his own soldier, and with a frenzied killing intent on his face, he swung his knife and slashed at Fan Zhuoyuan's head.

Fan Zhuoyuan did not dodge or dodge, stabbing forward with one hand, the opponent was skewered on the five-foot-long seedling knife like a skewer, and then thrown out like a broken sack, knocking down several enemies.

Under the helmet, Fan Zhuoyuan's voice was very dull, but it could still be heard by everyone.

"The whole army obeys the order, move forward, charge!"

The guards roared and stopped retreating. They held their weapons against their heavy armor, roared like beasts, and collided face-to-face with many banner warriors.

Fan Zhuoyuan's knife can only stab vertically in this space, he can kill one person every time he takes a step forward, and there is no enemy under the knife.

The three layers of heavy armor made him like an iron tower, ignoring any damage, the warriors attacking him stabbed with knives and spears, hammered and smashed axes, none of the weapons and killing methods could play a role.

But at this time, Fan Zhuoyuan had already entered the crowd of enemy troops alone, out of touch with his own troops, and fell into a situation where he was besieged from all sides.

Because his long knife was too long, it was useless, so he could only use the two iron bone hammers he carried with him.

There is really no skill in this kind of battle, you hit me, I will retaliate you, without any defensive posture, whoever can withstand the fight will survive.

Who else here can resist more than Fan Zhuoyuan?

Obviously not, so after just a cup of tea, Fan Zhuoyuan's feet were already piled up like a mountain of corpses.

He stood on top of a high mountain of corpses, his whole body was drenched with stinky blood, and his silver armor turned into red armor.

In the gaps of the armor, there are still residual limbs and pieces of meat that have not had time to get rid of, and even internal organs...

The two iron bones were deformed to varying degrees, their heads were covered with blood and brains, and the viscous liquid was still dripping into the mountain of corpses.

Like a devil crawling out of hell, he looked down at the last few hundred enemy troops. This momentum not only completely shocked the enemy army, but also his own army was frightened and forgot to continue attacking.

At this time, the enemy army has been surrounded, and the airtight surroundings are full of knives, guns, swords and halberds. As long as they attack, they can be completely wiped out.

The two thousand banner elites were now killed to only a few hundred people. Such terrible battle damage has already caused the survivors to lose all their fighting spirit.

The iron armor on Shaoer Jingzi's body was completely damaged, and there were countless wounds all over his body. What could support him standing was the belief that he did not want to subjugate the country.

"You evil ghost! You will be punished by heaven sooner or later!" He pointed at Fan Zhuoyuan with his broken famous knife and cursed.

It was Fan Zhuoyuan who was almost alone just now, and with his unparalleled killing, he completely wiped out the morale of this group of bannermen.

Fan Zhuoyuan recognized this person as the first guy to break through the battle with an empty horse, and Fan Zhuoyuan was deeply impressed by his bravery and wit.

However, he never showed mercy on the battlefield. The reason why he stopped at this moment was because he was a little tired from fighting and needed to take a breather.

He tilted his head to look at Shaoer Jingzi, and said: "This person is decent, leave the whole body. Others, kill them all!"

The army was like a startled beast, with swords, spears, swords and halberds attacking from all directions, and within a moment, the wailing daimyo and warriors fell into a pool of blood.

If you say kill everything, kill everything, there is no one alive on the scene.

The frontal battlefield has entered the stage of chasing death and chasing the north. This kind of work belongs to the cavalry and light infantry, while the heavy infantry stays to clean the battlefield.

On the vast field, the light infantry chased from the front, and the cavalry drove on the flanks. The purpose of the army was to gather the fleeing defeated soldiers to the winding Chikugo River.

These defeated soldiers were actually killed on the front line in the early [-]s, and most of them were hacked and killed without resistance on the way to escape.

More were driven to the Chikugo River, forcing them to jump into the river.

Tens of thousands of corpses accumulated in the middle of the river, causing the river to almost stop flowing.

And a few days later, at the downstream estuary, a large group of corpses were seen washing into the sea, scaring the people nearby so that they would not dare to approach them for several years.

This battle was called the Battle of Tsukigawa by later generations, and was widely praised by historians, saying that it was the most important step for Japan to integrate into the Chinese collective.

After this battle, Kyushu and China no longer have any soldiers to defend, depending on where they pass.

And the system sent a reminder at this time...

(End of this chapter)