The Soldier of the Ming Dynasty

"Stab to the right - stab!"

When the spearmen rushed out five or six steps, and the speed was about to rise, the officers of all departments suddenly called out the command.

In the strict drill, the soldiers have already formed instinct to the command of the officers. They have no time to think about it. Instinctively, they support the center of gravity with their left feet, and tilt their bodies to the right, and the gun head body quickly turns to the right.

Under the midday sunlight, more than 100 spears, like rows of poisonous snakes killing silver light, stabbed the sharp right side of these white flags like lightning.

The elite of the white flag didn't care, so they raised their own round shields and shields to defend.

They have seen so much of the battle of the Ming army. No wonder they are sharp at the beginning. As long as their front teeth are knocked off, they will be weaker than women and let them kill them.

But at this time, this row of silver snakes fiercely toward their right side of the body, they have no time to respond, only instinctively take the shield to block.

But it has been in vain.

For a moment, just listen to "poop poop", a continuous harsh but very clear voice, resounding in the city.

These elite white banners had no time to think about what happened. They suddenly found that their bodies had already been pierced by sharp spears.

Some strong Ming soldiers even picked up the sharp bodies of these white flags with the head of their guns and nailed them to the head of the city.

"A long life is a great success."

"General Wan Sheng."

I don't know who yelled. His body is very big, at least more than 1.8 meters, but it is a typical round leg. It is caused by riding all year round.

Behind him were more than a dozen small flags of various colors. In his hand, he carried a big hammer, which was half the height of a man. However, it was like a hammer, but it was also like a mace. There were dense needles on his head.

He had thought that the situation was good. He was about to issue a command out loud, but he didn't guard against it. There were only thirty Tartars who had just climbed up. On the opposite side, countless spearmen of the Ming army had green eyes, as if to see him as if he had seen some treasure.

Not far from his feet were the bodies of his countrymen.

For a moment, he couldn't help but get angry and yelled in raw Chinese. You all deserve to die. Go ahead and kill them all. "

Not far from the opposite, Duan Xiliang was not happy. He waved his big hand vigorously, "children, your achievements are coming."

Li Sansheng, these spearmen, can't wait.

As soon as the commander gives an order, can you bear it?

In an instant, they were like wolves, and rushed to kill the cattle record Zhangjing and his entourage.