Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

"Bang!" With a deafening roar, the originally tense atmosphere was instantly torn apart. Arrows soared into the sky like the brightest stars in the night sky, first pointing directly at the sky, and then suddenly smashing towards the ground with the force of wind and thunder. This was not a casual shooting game, but a pursuit of the greatest killing effect. Every arrow contained a deadly killing intent!
The first wave of arrow rain was like the sky falling. Dense arrows, no, sharp blades more terrifying than the locusts covering the sky, fell from the sky! The clanking sound of metal colliding, the dull sound of armor being hit, and the terrible sound of arrows penetrating into the flesh intertwined together to form a heart-pounding symphony that made people tremble in their hearts. Some arrows hit the helmet, making a crisp clanking sound, some deeply embedded in the wood, making a dull sound, and some directly penetrated the body, accompanied by a shrill wail. All kinds of sounds gathered into a soul-shaking movement, which made people's backs cold and their calves tremble involuntarily.

Imagine that you are walking leisurely in the drizzle, enjoying the rare tranquility and coolness, and suddenly, those gentle raindrops turn into sparkling steel needles, with a piercing sound, and hit your head straight. Even if you know that these steel needles can't pierce the iron plate above your head, you must be scared to death, right? That kind of sudden fear seems to freeze a person's blood in an instant, making his heart beat faster and his breathing quicken.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Before the rain of arrows had completely landed, the enemy's armored cavalry could not wait to start the second round of volleys, and this round of arrows was twice as many as before, like a dark cloud pressing down on the top of the head, impenetrable. The cavalry led by Tulai formed a neat formation and advanced forward. Their faces looked cold and determined under the shadow of their iron helmets. The cavalry behind them also began to shoot arrows crazily when they were sixty steps away. The two waves of arrow rain intertwined, and the scene was in chaos, as if the whole world was covered by arrows.

The Ming soldiers were so scared that they ran away. No one dared to face the overwhelming rain of arrows head-on. Although their armor was strong, they could not withstand the repeated attacks of so many arrows. The fear and despair on their faces intertwined, forming a heartbreaking picture. "Ouch, my foot was shot!" A Ming soldier lay on the ground and wailed in pain. His face was pale, and sweat and tears mixed together, looking particularly embarrassed. "Don't rush to pull out the arrow if you are seriously injured, lest the blood runs dry, just break the arrow shaft." The comrade next to him reminded anxiously. "My gunpowder box was nailed by an arrow, who can help me?" Another soldier shouted anxiously, his voice full of despair. "The enemy cavalry is coming up, fight back!" An officer ordered loudly, trying to stabilize the morale of the army.

At this time, the Ming army finally started to counterattack, and the Portuguese cannon became their number one killer. The sub-guns of these cannons had been loaded with gunpowder and projectiles long ago, and new ones were immediately replaced after each shot. The firing rate was amazingly fast. Three cannons fired at the same time, like hundreds of bullets firing at the enemy in a string. The enemy's front-row cavalry fell off their horses one after another, screaming one after another, and the scene was extremely tragic.

However, the enemy cavalry came too fast. The third round of arrow rain was almost three times the previous round. Tulai and others had already rushed to the place ten steps away from the Ming army's position. They bent their bows and shot arrows at the face. The arrows were as dense as raindrops. Within sixty steps, three arrows were fired in succession. The arrow rain once again enveloped the Ming army's position. They had almost nowhere to escape. Long-distance projectiles do not require too high technical content, as long as you have strength and sense of direction; but close-range archery is different. It requires extremely high stability and accuracy to kill the enemy. The sound of bangs and whooshes was accompanied by bursts of screams. Several more Ming soldiers were hit in the face by arrows and fell to the ground. Their bodies twisted in pain, and their blood dyed the ground red.

The enemy cavalry adopted a vertical attack method, retreating after shooting a round of arrows, and then the cavalry behind continued to follow. In this way, the flanks of the Ming army were greatly threatened. The Ming soldiers in the front were also affected and turned to attack the cavalry on the tall horses. The offensive on the right wing was thus stagnant, and the enemy infantry, with the support of the cavalry, was under less pressure and slowly approached the Ming army. Their faces looked ferocious and fanatical under the reflection of the flames of war, as if they wanted to destroy all obstacles that blocked their progress.

Logically speaking, the attacker should have the upper hand, but the Ming army was worried at the moment, fearing that they would be attacked from both sides. At this critical moment, the two generals Nalan Jiben and Ji Zisheng arrived in time with reinforcements. They did not directly pursue the enemy cavalry, but formed a circle on the left and right wings to protect the Ming soldiers in the middle. This circle was like an indestructible barrier, tightly wrapping the Ming soldiers in it.

The circle began to rotate, and arrows rained down on the enemy, disrupting their formation. Nalan's cavalry used a variety of weapons, including armor-piercing cones, shovel arrows, spinach heads, chisel heads, etc., and the enemy's men and horses suffered varying degrees of damage; while Ji Zisheng was even more unique, and the hundreds of bird-gun cavalry under his command adopted a unique tactic. They wore black armor, had firm faces, and their eyes revealed an unyielding will.

The bird-gun cavalry were divided into two teams. One team used a circular formation to counterattack like Nalan did; the other team approached the enemy within a hundred steps and dismounted to load ammunition. The matchlocks were burning hot, and they lined up and waited for orders. "Fire!" With the order, gunpowder smoke rose up, and bullets rained down on the enemy. The enemy's cotton armor could not withstand such an attack at all, and the casualties were heavy. Their bodies fell like broken rag dolls under the bombardment of bullets, and the blood dyed the ground red.

"They have hundreds of muskets, charge with me and fight them hand-to-hand!" The enemies roared angrily, their faces twisted with anger, but it was too late, and the defeat was inevitable. The Ming army's counterattack surged like a tide, completely submerging the enemy in the flames of war.

"Stop chasing!" A Jiannu assistant leader, with a resolute face and unquestionable majesty in his eyes, saw his flagmen ready to chase the Ming Dynasty cavalry equipped with bird guns, and immediately shouted to stop them. These bird gun cavalry, wearing iron armor and bronze helmets, shone brightly in the sun. They were tough characters on the battlefield. They could shoot with bird guns at a long distance, like the kiss of death, and shoot arrows at close range, like rain. They could even fight hand-to-hand on the battlefield, brave and fearless. If there were fewer people, they would not be able to beat them. If there were more people, they would retreat tactfully, like a cunning fox, leaving the enemy helpless and only able to look up to them.

"The best way to deal with them is to use our bird gun cavalry!" The assistant commander thought to himself, but those cavalry were all in the central army, and it was not easy to mobilize them, just like distant water could not quench immediate thirst. Fortunately, there were only 500 enemies in front of him. Although their formation was neat, in the eyes of the assistant commander, they seemed so thin and not so scary. So, he reorganized the team and ordered loudly: "The deputy governor has ordered that our cavalry be divided into two groups. One group will entangle the Ming cavalry like a tangled vine, so that they cannot escape; the other group will slowly retreat to lure the enemy deep into the depths, and then charge in formation. Repeat this several times, and the Ming army will definitely be in disarray, like a headless fly!"

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers responded in unison, their voices resounding through the sky, their eyes flashing with desire for victory and contempt for the enemy.

As the Jiannu cavalry retreated, the battle temporarily fell into a stalemate, like two forces wrestling, neither of which could gain the upper hand. The Ming army was afraid of the Jiannu's rain of arrows. The dense arrows like raindrops made them feel afraid, and the offensive weakened a little. The Jiannu infantry also stopped without the cover of cavalry. They were like lone wolves, not daring to expose themselves easily. The two sides were separated by a distance, you shot me an arrow, I shot you a gun, neither gave in, and a weird atmosphere filled the battlefield.

On the battlefield, firearms roared, and the sounds of falconets and light artillery rose and fell, as deafening as thunder. Some fired strings of bullets, like chains of death; others fired huge solid shells, carrying the power of destruction. Bird guns and crossbows were also firing freely, but apart from artillery and falconets, other long-range weapons did not cause much damage, like mosquito bites that could not shake an elephant. The ammunition soon ran out, and the battlefield fell into silence again, with only the panting of the soldiers and the collision of weapons.

Neither side dared to attack easily, and they were waiting for the opportunity, like a cheetah waiting for prey. Jiannu infantry was waiting for cavalry support. Without cavalry, it would be difficult for them to shake the Ming Dynasty's formation, which was as solid as a copper wall. The Ming Dynasty cavalry was like a sword hanging in the air. As soon as the formation was disrupted, they would immediately rush up and give the enemy a fatal blow. The Ming Dynasty army was waiting for the order of the right wing commander Weng Zhiqi, their eyes were full of expectation and trust.

Weng Zhiqi stood in the army formation. He was tall, with a resolute face and an unyielding spirit in his eyes. He knew that a strong attack would not work. There were too many enemy cavalry, rushing in like a tide. Although it was easy to fight hand-to-hand, it was difficult to maintain the formation, and the wings and rear would be exposed to the enemy cavalry, which would be a fatal blow. Once the troops were divided to contain the enemy, the entire army would be in danger, like a giant beast trapped in a quagmire.

"Pass the order down, retreat slowly to lure the enemy!" Weng Zhiqi gave the order decisively. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of firmness and determination. He knew it was a dangerous decision, but it was also a necessary one.

The officer did not dare to delay and immediately waved the flag to convey the order. However, retreat is more difficult to control than attack. Once the retreat begins, it is easy to collapse, like a flood that breaks the dam.

"The rear troops are on standby, and the front troops will stop every three steps back. Anyone who turns around and flees without permission will be beheaded!" The generals shouted the order, and their voices resounded through the sky like thunder. The right wing of the Ming army began to retreat slowly. Although their pace was slow, it was in an orderly manner. Seeing this, the Jiannu cavalry circled around and wanted to attack the Ming formation again. They were like hungry wolves, looking for a breakthrough. But they saw that the Ming army did not pursue after retreating, but instead focused their attention on the two generals Nalan Jiben and Ji Zisheng. These two generals were experienced veterans, and their presence made the Jiannu cavalry feel daunted.

"Chase!" Tulai held a bow and arrow in his hand, his eyes as cold as a knife. In his opinion, the infantry was not a concern, and leaving the Ming Dynasty's cavalry behind was a great achievement, which would be his glory and military achievement.

Nalan Jiben and Ji Zisheng were both experienced generals. When they saw the infantry retreat, they also rode back. Their movements were agile and fast, like cheetahs escaping from hunters. Tulai was furious and led his cavalry to chase for more than a hundred steps before retreating because he was afraid of entering the artillery range of the Ming army, which would be fatal.

Seeing that his plan to lure the enemy did not work, Weng Zhiqi could not help but sigh: "The plan to lure the enemy did not work!" His eyes revealed a kind of helplessness and regret. He knew that this was an important opportunity, but he did not seize it.

"Why should Lieutenant General Weng be worried?" asked the general beside him, his voice full of concern and comfort.

"The attempt to lure the enemy failed!" Weng Zhiqi frowned, his heart filled with anxiety and uneasiness. He knew that the current situation was very critical and he had to come up with a solution as soon as possible.

"The general is counting on us to make achievements, what should we do?" The generals expressed their concerns, their eyes revealing a sense of helplessness and confusion. They knew that the current situation was very critical and they had to come up with a solution as soon as possible.

"Attack again!" Weng Zhiqi ordered with a firm look in his eyes. He knew that he could not retreat now and could only launch another attack. That would be the only way out. With his order, the shouts of killing shook the earth again and the Ming Dynasty infantry launched another charge. The chariots led the way and the infantry followed closely behind. They rushed forward like an unstoppable torrent. In order to resist the enemy's cavalry, they strengthened their forces on the flanks, and the dense formation was like a copper wall and an iron wall.

Firearms roared again on the battlefield. Bullets and arrows intertwined into an impenetrable net and fell into the crowd, causing wailing. Tulai still used the corner-cutting tactic, not seeking to kill the enemy but to disrupt the formation of the Ming army. His movements were agile and fast, like a cheetah hunting.

Although the Ming army increased its strength on the flank, it was still unable to resist the attack of the Tulai cavalry. The cavalry was too fast and a rain of arrows from them made it difficult for the Ming army to withstand. Nalan Jiben and Ji Zisheng could only desperately protect the rear formation and were extremely frustrated. Their eyes revealed a kind of helplessness and anxiety. They knew that the current situation was very critical and they had to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang. A Ming Dynasty soldier was hit on the forehead by a bullet. Blood and brains splattered everywhere. He fell to the ground and clung to his comrades. Screams came one after another. The atmosphere of despair filled the entire battlefield. The bloody scene was terrifying. Although the chariot was strong, it could not withstand the enemy cavalry's arrow rain and the infantry's firearms. The casualties gradually increased. The dense arrow rain was like a chain of death that made it impossible to escape.

"Pass the order to retreat slowly!" Weng Zhiqi hurriedly ordered a retreat after seeing the heavy casualties. His voice was not loud but full of determination. He knew that the current situation was very critical and he had to retreat as soon as possible to preserve his strength.

The Jiannu infantry and cavalry did not pursue them. The infantry held their positions while the cavalry retreated to the two wings and observed the movements of the Ming army. Their eyes revealed a cunning and cautious look. They knew that the current situation was very delicate and they had to act with caution.

"Lieutenant General Weng can't attack anymore!" A lieutenant general persuaded him with his voice full of care and worry, "The casualties can be tolerated, but the morale and physical strength have reached the limit." He knew that the situation was very critical and he had to make Weng Zhiqi realize the severity of the reality as soon as possible.

Weng Zhiqi looked at the chariot battalion and found that the firearms soldiers could still hold on, but the chariot soldiers were exhausted, and their eyes revealed a kind of fatigue and weakness. They pushed the carts to attack and pulled the carts to retreat, which was both hard and physically demanding, and now they had reached their limit.

"The art of war says that the first attack is powerful, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted." Weng Zhiqi said after pondering for a moment, his eyes revealing wisdom and calmness, "Our two attacks have not been successful. Now we should retreat back and discuss countermeasures with the general." He knew that the current situation was very critical and he must retreat as soon as possible to preserve his strength and seek new countermeasures.

"Shut up!" Weng Zhiqi suddenly shouted, his voice resounding through the sky like thunder, "You are disrupting the morale of our army, you should be beheaded in public!" His eyes revealed anger and dissatisfaction. He knew that the current situation was very critical and the morale of the army must be kept stable.

The lieutenant general was so frightened that he trembled all over and dared not speak again. His eyes revealed a kind of fear and helplessness. But everyone knew that it was meaningless to continue attacking unless the enemy's gunpowder was exhausted, but that hope was too slim because the Longmen Guards had surrendered to the Jiannu. Their gunpowder reserves were very sufficient, and the huge amount was frightening.

"General!" Qiu Yue, the deputy general under the command of the Central Army Commander, spoke to Huang Degong, his voice full of concern and worry, "Weng Zhiqi has been fighting for a long time without success and his morale is low. Should we consider replacing the general?" He knew that the current situation was very critical and he had to find a new solution as soon as possible.

Huang Degong was silent for a moment and then nodded, his eyes revealing wisdom and calmness. He knew that the current situation was indeed not optimistic, but he also knew that Weng Zhiqi was a capable general, but he was overwhelmed by the powerful opponent he encountered today. He decided to give Weng Zhiqi a chance to go back and rest before making plans. He knew that this was a difficult decision, but it was also a necessary one. He believed that Weng Zhiqi could regain his spirits and lead the Ming army to victory.

Huang Degong shook his head slowly, his weather-beaten face was full of traces of time, and he said in a deep voice: "No, Weng Zhiqi still has a trick up his sleeve. Moreover, Duoduo's main force has not moved yet, so our main force cannot act rashly!" His eyes were deep, as if he could see through every subtle change on the battlefield.

"Are we going to change the formation?" Qiu Yue looked surprised, frowning, and quickly picked up the telescope to look at the battlefield on the right wing. The sunlight shone on his young face, reflecting a hint of anxiety and expectation.

Sure enough, just as Huang Degong said, the right wing Ming army led by Weng Zhiqi was quietly adjusting its formation. They were like a group of cheetahs ready to go, quietly waiting for the appearance of their prey.

The central army also prepared the reserve troops. They were assigned to the two wings, and each of them carried a bulging bag, obviously not going into battle empty-handed. Their faces were full of determination and resolve, as if they were ready to sacrifice their lives for the country.

"Is that a grenade?" Qiu Yue guessed, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"That's right!" Huang Degong nodded in confirmation, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Success or failure depends on this move! If it doesn't work, we can think of other ways."

"This fellow Weng Zhiqi..." Qiu Yue was just pondering Weng Zhiqi's strategy, when Weng Zhiqi had already taken action. His figure was particularly eye-catching on the battlefield, like an unfallen flag.

woo-

As the horn sounded, Weng Zhiqi issued the order to attack. His voice pierced the sky and stirred the hearts of every Ming soldier.

"Kill!"

Nearly 10,000 Ming soldiers marched in unison, their slogans resounding through the sky, and they charged again. Their figures shone in the sun, like a group of fearless warriors.

However, the speed of this charge was much slower than the previous two. The weather was hot, and the previous two attacks were not successful. The soldiers' morale and physical strength were almost exhausted. Their faces were full of fatigue and determination, but their eyes were burning with an unquenchable fire.

"Is Huang Degong crazy?" Under the banner of the Jiannu army, Duoduo said in surprise, holding a telescope. His face was full of doubts and confusion, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

"Why did the Tenth Prince say that?" Aobai asked puzzledly. He stood beside Duoduo, his eyes also cast towards the battlefield.

"The Ming army has failed in two attacks and their morale is low. Ordinary people would have retreated or sent troops from other routes to support them. How could Huang Degong dare to send the right wing to attack again?" Duoduo analyzed, with a hint of contempt and disdain in his voice.

"It seems that Huang Degong is just a name for nothing. Your Highness, don't take him to heart anymore." Aobai said contemptuously. His face was full of disdain and ridicule for Huang Degong.

"Not necessarily!" Duoduo's expression turned serious. "The Ming army must have their countermeasures. Order the cavalry in the center to be ready to support the left wing at any time." His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was ready to face all challenges.

"Yes!" The messenger responded and left. His figure appeared particularly busy on the battlefield.

The Ming army launched another attack. Their chariots rushed in front, followed by infantry, and Ji Zisheng and Nalan Jiben's cavalry protected them in the back. Their figures shone in the sun, like a group of fearless warriors.

"Kill!" The Ming soldiers shouted in unison, and half of the chariots in front suddenly accelerated and rushed forward. Their voices resounded through the sky, stirring everyone's heart.

The Jiannu infantry were stunned by the sudden change in the Ming army. Their faces were filled with surprise and fear, as if they could not believe what was happening before their eyes.

"Fire!" Seeing this, the Jiannu commander hurriedly ordered the cannons on the chariots to fire. There was a hint of panic and anxiety in his voice. Boom!
There was continuous artillery fire, some shells hit the Ming army, while others were blocked by chariots. The battlefield instantly fell into chaos.

The chariots rushed forward for more than ten steps and then suddenly stopped. Their figures were particularly eye-catching in the sun, like a group of beasts ready to attack.

At this moment, the other half of the chariots in front accelerated and rushed forward. Their speed was so fast that it seemed to tear the air apart.

Just as the Jiannu infantry was about to counterattack, the chariot artillery fire in front and the Ming army firearms soldiers behind were already aiming at them. Their faces were full of fear and despair, as if they had already foreseen their fate.

Bullets rained down on the enemy camp, making it impossible for the Jiannu soldiers to raise their heads. They looked particularly embarrassed and helpless on the battlefield.

The other half of the Ming army's chariots continued to move forward unscathed, their figures shining in the sun, as if they were a group of fearless warriors charging into battle.

"What kind of tactics is this?" Qiu Yue stared at the battle situation in front of him with wide eyes under the flag of the Central Army. His face was full of surprise and confusion, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

"Your Majesty said this is alternating cover," Huang Degong explained, "The advantage is that it can suppress the enemy's momentum during the attack and reduce our casualties; the disadvantage is that we may accidentally hurt our own people." His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was ready to face all challenges. After speaking, Huang Degong handed the flag to Qiu Yue.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we will soon come into direct combat with the Jiannu. You stay in the center and command the overall situation, and I will go to the right wing to provide support." A trace of determination and firmness flashed in his eyes.

"This... isn't appropriate!" Qiu Yue said in surprise. His face was full of anxiety and hesitation, as if he couldn't bear such a heavy responsibility.

The central army and the left wing together had more than 30,000 soldiers, and he had never commanded so many troops before. He was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

"Don't be afraid," Huang Degong comforted, "I have also been through this step. Remember my words, once the main force of the Jiannu moves forward, you must send troops decisively. At the same time, strictly order all units not to underestimate the enemy and advance rashly, just support the right wing and withdraw safely!" His voice was gentle and powerful, as if it could bring endless courage and strength to people.

"Yes, sir!" Qiu Yue responded and left. His figure appeared particularly firm and brave on the battlefield.

Just as Huang Degong was preparing to count his troops, the Jiannu cavalry appeared, their figures shining in the sun, like a group of cheetahs ready to attack.

"Kill! Let the Ming army tremble under our iron hooves!" Tulai raised his arms and shouted, leading the cavalry to charge again. His voice pierced the sky and stirred the hearts of every Jiannu soldier.

Boom!
At a distance of sixty steps, the Jiannu cavalry fired the first round of arrows. Their arrows rained down on the Ming army, forcing the Ming soldiers to dodge.

Boom!
When they were forty steps away, the cavalry in the front row fired a second round of arrows. Their arrows were even more dense and swift, as if they wanted to devour all the Ming soldiers.

Thirty steps...

Tulai suddenly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. His face was full of confusion and anxiety, as if he had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

The previous two corner cutting tactics were very successful. Although the casualties were not large, the offensive of the Ming army had been disrupted. However, this time, the Ming army was not as panicked and at a loss as before.

If this continues, the Ming army will surely fail. Tulai was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

and many more……

Tulai suddenly remembered that he had not encountered any counterattack from the Ming army when he was sixty steps away. Their firearms and bows and arrows were like decorations, and not a single shot or arrow was fired.

Twenty steps...

boom!
Just as Tulai was puzzled, the Ming army on the flank suddenly opened fire. Several Portuguese cannons and light artillery fired a hundred-bullet burst at the same time. The explosion and the bullets slowed down the Jiannu cavalry a little, but the offensive did not weaken. The rain of arrows still fell densely on the Ming army.

Tulai's cavalry marched in a column, so except for the dozen or so cavalrymen in front who were injured, the rest of the cavalry were safe and sound. Their figures shone in the sun, as if they were a group of fearless warriors charging into battle.

Ten steps!

When Tulai was about to launch a close-range arrow, something unexpected happened. A group of Ming soldiers suddenly stood up behind the Ming army's chariots, carrying bows and arrows, with fire ropes wrapped around their left hands and colorful firecracker-like objects in their right hands.

"It's a grenade!" Tulai recognized it at a glance, because he had seen Zhu Fenghui use this weapon to defend the city when he attacked Xuanfu Town. Cold sweat oozed from his palms and his heartbeat accelerated instantly.

After seeing these Ming soldiers carrying bows, Tulai suddenly realized! No wonder no arrows flew from 60 steps away, it turned out that the Ming archers were hiding here! His heart was filled with regret and unwillingness, as if he had already foreseen his failure.

The small grenade was ignited and thrown out quickly, landing twenty steps away or more. Boom! Boom! Boom! The explosions sounded one after another, causing the Jiannu cavalry to panic.

Just as Tulai was about to fire his arrow, an explosion sounded behind him. Damn! Tulai's heart tightened! Although the war horses were trained not to be afraid of explosions in the distance, this time the explosion was too close to the horses, and the lead bullets and pungent smell made it impossible for the war horses to remain calm.

As expected, the affected horses started to panic. Some of them kept running, some raised their front legs high to shake off the cavalrymen on their backs, and some even went crazy and butted any horse or trampled any person they saw. The battlefield instantly fell into chaos.

The horses that had not been frightened were also infected by the panic and started to get into chaos. Their figures looked particularly embarrassed and helpless in the sunlight.

The hundreds of Jiannu cavalrymen who were charging in the front instantly fell into chaos. Their figures looked particularly embarrassed and helpless in the sun, like a group of lambs that had lost their direction.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Tulai tried to calm his horse and shouted loudly to stabilize the situation. However, his voice was like a stone thrown into the sea, and it had no effect at all! The chaos on the battlefield could not be described in words.

"Kill!" While the Jiannu
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were down-to-earth and stood firm like mountains. The bows they held were as hard as iron and shone with a cold light. Their awe-inspiring power was enough to scare people to death. Their arrows were shot far away, like meteors in the sky, cutting through the sky with an unstoppable force. Once they got close, even the thickest cotton armor could not stop their sharp arrows that could penetrate armor. The arrows penetrated the armor as easily as a hot knife cutting butter.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Ming Dynasty archers, like a dark cloud pressing down on the top of the head, shot arrows whizzing and whizzing, and the rain of arrows poured down like a waterfall, surrounding the Jiannu cavalry. The sound of arrows whistled and cut through the sky, accompanied by the soldiers' painful cries, the unbearable curses, the neighing of the horses after being frightened, and the dust raised when running. The whole battlefield seemed to be shaking. The dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun, and every inch of land on the battlefield was shrouded in the shadow of death. Those who were shot in the vitals fell off their horses one after another. Before they landed on the ground, they were trampled to pieces by the horses behind them. The blood and flesh were horrible. Although the rest did not fall, the horses were frightened and ran around. The knights were pale and their eyes were full of fear. For a while, they could not organize an effective counterattack and could only let the Ming Dynasty archers slaughter them.

However, this was not the most powerful thing. The most powerful thing was the spearmen of the Ming Dynasty! Their spears were terrifyingly long, more than ten feet long, much longer than the sabers of the Jiannu, like the sickle of the god of death, which was daunting. These spears could not only block the charge of cavalry, but also pierce the armor of the enemy, making them invincible. As the spears were swung, blood splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood. The Eight Banners warriors, who were usually famous for their horseback archery, could only watch their companions get injured, fall down, or even die, and were completely useless. Their eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.

The battlefield was littered with blood and broken armor, a horrible sight. The sunlight shone on the broken armor, reflecting a dazzling light, as if mocking this meaningless battle.

Just when the Ming army was about to slaughter these hundreds of Jiannu cavalry, the remaining Jiannu cavalry rushed over like a tide, with crazy flames flashing in their eyes, as if they were willing to defend their honor with their lives. The rain of arrows poured down like a waterfall again, dense and dense, covering the sky and the sun. Although Tulai's men were numerous and powerful, there were only a few hundred people trapped inside. They were like beasts trapped in a cage, rushing around, but could not find a way out. The rest, under the command of the generals, fought back desperately, with only hatred and killing in their eyes. There were also some brave soldiers who wanted to rush in to save Tulai from danger regardless of the rain of arrows. Their figures shuttled through the rain of arrows like ghosts.

The Ming army was not ambiguous. They used spears to resist in front and various weapons such as firearms, crossbows, grenades, etc. to support in the back. The roar of firearms and the whizzing of crossbows intertwined to form a symphony of death. For a time, the melee on the flanks of the battlefield was extremely fierce, with flying dust and smoke, as if the whole world was engulfed by war.

"Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, follow me!" The Jiannu's left-wing infantry commander was a burly, ferocious-looking man. He raised his saber high and shouted at the top of his lungs. Seeing the chaos on the flank of the Ming army, he took the opportunity to press forward. They used chariot shields as cover, and the infantry followed closely behind. Taking advantage of the gap when the Ming army's firearms were being loaded, they pounced on them like a group of hungry wolves pouncing on their food.

"The Ming army is mighty, kill the enemy and serve the country!" Seeing this, the Ming army on the front battlefield threw away their firearms without hesitation, picked up cold weapons and rushed out. In their eyes, there was only killing and serving the country, and nothing else mattered. The infantry of the two armies fought hand-to-hand, with only one word: "Kill!" Tactics were no longer important at this time. Whoever retreated would die. The two torrents of the army collided violently on the battlefield, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the scene was so tragic that people could not bear to watch it.

Under the sunlight, the Qi family sword had been stained with blood and lost its original color. The blade was covered with the blood and flesh of the enemy, making it look even more ferocious and terrifying. The armor-piercing spear was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, killing with one strike. Wherever the spear tip passed, there was only blood and flesh, and screams. Heavy weapons such as horse lances and maces were even more powerful. Even heavy armor could hardly withstand their blows. Soldiers who were hit were often killed instantly, without even having time to scream.

When those heavily armored soldiers were hit in the abdomen, blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the battlefield red. But the fall of one person could not shake the determination of the Ming army, because there were more heavily armored soldiers in the Jiannu formation. Especially those white-armored Sauron soldiers, they wore heavy iron armor, had great strength and endurance, and were not afraid of spears and swords. They could injure several people in the Ming army with a single swing of their horse lances, as if they were ruthless killing machines.

However, the Ming army was not stupid. They knew the weakness of attacking the Suolong soldiers from the side. They tried to bypass the frontal defense of the Suolong soldiers and attack from the flank. But the Suolong soldiers were not vegetarians. They flexibly avoided the attack and killed the generals of the Ming army with horse lances in an instant. The fall of the generals greatly reduced the morale of the Ming army, but they did not retreat. Instead, they attacked the Suolong soldiers more frantically. The two sides launched a fierce bloody battle, evenly matched, and it was difficult to tell who was better.

Although the Ming Dynasty infantry had a large number of people, it was not easy to break through the Jiannu formation. On the front battlefield, the heavy-armored infantry and the white-armored Solon soldiers fought ten to one, and they were extremely brave. They only had killing and glory in their eyes. The infantry behind wanted to provide support but could not find a breakthrough, so they could only watch their companions fighting bloody battles in front. On the flank battlefield, although hundreds of Jiannu cavalry were trapped, the remaining cavalry did not give up. They fought with the Ming army with bows and sabers, and tied down the actions of the Ming army.

The Ming cavalry was pinned down by Tulai's troops, and both sides had their own strengths in riding, archery and swordsmanship, and suffered heavy casualties. The battlefield was filled with the neighing of horses and the screams of soldiers, like a tragic war song.

Aobai, who was watching the battle, said to Duoduo: "Should we send more troops? The infantry of the Ming Dynasty is too powerful. Only the death squad and the Sauron soldiers can resist them. But if we continue to fight like this, our casualties will be very heavy." Duoduo hesitated. He knew that Aobai's concerns were reasonable, but he had a longer-term vision. He knew that every loss of the Ming Dynasty cavalry could not be replenished in a short time, and now was not the time for a decisive battle. The fewer Ming Dynasty cavalry, the better for their future decisive battle.

"If something happens to Tulai, how will we explain it when we return?" Aobai's tone became serious, with worry flashing in his eyes. Duoduo suddenly realized that Tulai was in danger and if he didn't rescue him, it would be too late.

"Aobai! I'll give you one thousand heavy-armored infantry and one thousand heavy-armored cavalry, go and rescue Tulai!" Duoduo ordered decisively, his eyes flashing with determination. He knew that this battle was crucial to the future of the Qing Dynasty, and there must be no mistakes.

"Yes, sir!" Oboi took action immediately after receiving the order. He led the heavily armored infantry and cavalry and stabbed the flank of the Ming army like a sharp dagger. Their appearance caught the Ming army off guard and plunged it into chaos for a while.

Weng Zhiqi's expression became serious when he saw the heavy cavalry coming. He knew that it was no joke for this type of troops to attack the infantry formation. If they were allowed to rush in, the consequences would be disastrous. He didn't expect Duoduo to send such an elite force to rescue Tulai. It seemed that this battle had really reached a critical moment.

"Order the two wings to retreat! The central army." Before Weng Zhiqi finished his words, cheers came from behind: "The general is here!" "Master Huang has come in person to rescue us!" Weng Zhiqi looked back and saw a large flag with the word "Huang" written on it galloping towards them. The flag fluttered in the wind, like the call of the god of war.

Weng Zhiqi hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "General!" His eyes were shining with admiration and gratitude. He knew that Huang Degong's arrival would bring a turning point in the battle.

Huang Degong wiped the sweat from his forehead and observed the enemy situation. He saw the heavily armored infantry and cavalry of the Jiannu rushing towards him, with madness and murderous light flashing in their eyes. He knew that this battle had reached a critical moment and there must be no mistakes.

"Order the two wings to retreat! Chariots and spearmen prepare to meet the enemy! Weng Zhiqi leads the rear wing to use grenades and spears to resist the cavalry!" Huang Degong made the deployment decisively. His voice was firm and powerful, as if it was a shot of adrenaline for the soldiers.

"Brothers of the Central Army! Follow me to kill the enemy and serve the country!" With Huang Degong's order, the morale was greatly boosted. The soldiers shouted in unison, resounding through the sky. In their eyes, there was only killing and serving the country, and nothing else mattered. Under the leadership of Huang Degong, they fought bravely and fought a desperate battle with the Jiannu army. The battlefield was dusty and filled with smoke, as if the whole world was engulfed by war. However, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were not afraid. They used their flesh and blood to build an indestructible line of defense, and swear to defend the dignity and glory of the country to the death. (End of this chapter)