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Different from a truly spacious and tall city, at this time, the Hou Jin army jumped down from the earth wall, which was a high-level attack on a low-level city.

At a time like this, how could Li Yuanqing dare to neglect him?

He waved his hand and shouted sternly: "Pikemen go up! Destroy them!"

The pikemen in the front had been preparing for a long time. As soon as they heard Li Yuanqing's order from the rear, they lined up neatly under the command of their respective commanders and charged towards the Tatars like the wind.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wonderful victory! Wonderful victory!"

I don't know who shouted the first cry. The spearmen who rushed up almost without thinking, shouted like crazy, raised their shiny spearheads, and went straight to stab these Tatars.

At this time, the front line of the pikemen was about 40 steps away from the earth wall.

The reason why Li Yuanqing set aside this distance was firstly so that the cannon soldiers could retreat smoothly, and secondly, 40 steps would allow the spearmen to fully sprint and maximize the power of the assassination.

But these Tatars who were the first to charge into the earthen wall were by no means ordinary people. Most of them were the bravest and bravest warriors of each banner and their own tribe.

The pikemen of the Changsheng Battalion have long been famous, and they are well prepared.

"Don't be so stupid! Javelins and throwing axes are waiting for you! Don't let them rush over!"

A tall Bashiku was the first to react, shouted loudly, and took the lead in pulling out the flying ax from his waist, and smashed it viciously towards the middle of the row of Ming army spearmen.

The other Tatars also reacted and fiercely smashed their throwing axes, short javelins, and various hidden weapons at the Ming army's spearmen.

For a moment, heavy short-hand hidden weapons, which were more terrifying than the rain of arrows, flew like a dense swarm of locusts in front of the Ming army's spearmen.

At such a close distance, even though the throwing power of these Tartars is not at its maximum, the damage is extraordinary.

In an instant, fifty or sixty spearmen fell in the queue.

Fortunately, all pikemen have elite armor for body protection. They have breastplates on their chests, shoulder pads, elbow pads, wrist guards, and eight-sided iron helmets on their heads.

As long as he is not hit directly in the face, his life will not be in danger in a short period of time.

But despite this, many gaps were opened in an instant among the pikemen who were originally arranged side by side in an orderly manner.

Even several general flag and armor commanders were hit by the move and fell behind the queue.

"Oh! God! These despicable barbarians, they, they deserve to go to hell!"

Next to Li Yuanqing, Joseph covered his mouth like a girl, his eyes filled with horror.

Beside him, Thomas and Peter Luo also had frightened faces and were at a loss for the moment.

After the bombardment ended, they rushed to Li Yuanqing's side immediately.

These stupid white-haired ghosts can barely do their job as cashiers, but they have a clearer view on the high platform.

At this time, the Hou Jin Army had almost launched a general offensive. How could these stupid foreign devils stay on the high platform with peace of mind and put themselves in danger?

They are not stupid. Li Yuanqing is surrounded by guards and dense soldiers, so it is naturally the safest place.

Li Yuanqing's brows also frowned tightly.

At this time, he was located just south of the previously excavated trench, and a pile of about fifty or sixty centimeters of soil had been piled up to prevent the river from spreading.

Standing on this mound, and because Li Yuanqing was tall, he could have a panoramic view of everything in front of him.

Of course, the soldiers around him did not dare to neglect Li Yuanqing's safety in the slightest.

In front of Li Yuanqing, Niu Gensheng and his men formed three rows of human shields. At the front were the sword and shield soldiers, who held up the shield firmly to prevent Li Yuanqing from being injured by the loss.

In the past, the pikemen's offensive relied on the city's height and generosity. Once the pikemen launched an attack, it was difficult for these Jin troops to organize an effective attack due to the harsh terrain, and they could only be slaughtered by the men.

But at this time, the space in front of them is large enough, and they have a greater place to use themselves, fully displaying what they are best at.

Li Yuanqing seemed to have returned to the scene when he fought against the Golden Cavalry from the lowlands on the beach battlefield on the west side of Yangguan Fort.

In this battle, casualties are inevitable!

But at this time, the Ming army still occupied certain geographical advantages.

The most critical thing is the time difference. Due to the obstruction of the earth wall, although Houjin's main force is numerous and their combat power is fierce, they cannot completely rush over at the first time.

And this small gap is the greatest opportunity for the longevity camp!

They must kill all the Tatars who rush in within this small gap!

At this time, although the situation was chaotic, the overall situation remained stable. At this moment, Li Yuanqing could only choose to trust his men.

On weekdays, the training specifications of the spearmen of the Changsheng Battalion were unimaginably harsh. Under the guidance of Li Yuanqing, the officers also used their imaginations to simulate countless times how to deal with various difficulties.

Raise an army for a thousand days, use it for a while!

This is the army Li Yuanqing built with his own hands, and it is also his greatest confidence!

At this time, after discarding a round of short-hand hidden weapons, the Tatars in front took out their own weapons, yelled and rushed towards the Ming army's spearmen crazily.

This round of attacks with shorthand and concealed weapons also gave them great confidence.

What longevity camp?

What pikemen?

Is it no different from the Ming army they encountered in the past? In other words, the queue is a little more orderly.

But the queue is neat, can it be eaten?

The tall Bashiku who shouted just now took the lead, holding a mace that was nearly as tall as a person, swung it round, and smashed it towards the Ming army's spearmen.

He is the elite of Xianghuangqi, Lao Nu's personal guard slave, and he has already had rich experience against the Ming army.

He also heard a lot about the Jin Army's defeats against the Changsheng Battalion before and after.

According to his analysis, the Ming army's spearmen were neatly arranged, but they were not invincible.

The most critical thing is that the space for the Houjin warriors during the siege is too narrow and they cannot fully deploy.

When he first rushed down the earth wall, he was actually a little wary, fearing that there would be endless terrifying traps inside.

But after glancing at the situation, he found that the Ming army had actually left a gap behind the earth wall. How could he still be negligent?

Especially his huge mace. The head of the club is full of dense spikes. As long as it touches people, it will kill or injure them. It is most suitable for attacking the neat queue of the Ming army.

"Hahaha! You despicable idiots, go to hell!"

Bashku rushed forward with a ferocious sneer. He seemed to be able to see that if he used the stick, at least five or six wise men would go to see the King of Hell.

At this time, it was as if Mars was about to hit the earth, and the distance between the two sides was less than ten steps.

Although this round of javelins and throwing axes of the Hou Jin Army caused fifty or sixty casualties to the pikemen, the harsh drills and the most familiar shouts of the officers made the pikemen no longer

In the chaos, they maintained a tight formation, relying on the officers and partners they were most familiar with, and continued to accelerate towards these dog Tatars.

"Stab to the right-----stab!"

Just before the two sides were about to come into contact, the most familiar password to all the men suddenly sounded.

There were three generals in a row and nearly four hundred spearmen. All of them instinctively turned their spearheads to the right and rushed towards the Tatars in front of them like the wind.

"Go to hell! Dog Tartar!"

I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.

The next moment, Mars collided violently with the Earth. The bright red torrent of the Ming Army and the torrent of yellow, red, white, and blue colored post-Golden Army collided violently together in an instant.

The tall Bashku was extremely brave. Just as he predicted, he smashed his big stick and hit the head of a Ming army spearman who rushed forward with a low roar.

Even though the Ming Army spearman had an iron helmet to protect himself, there was only a "click" sound. Although the spikes of the mace did not directly penetrate the Ming Army spearman's iron helmet, Bashku understood that he

The head of this Ming army spear has been cracked.

He couldn't help but want to laugh and vent the evil fire in his heart, but before he could laugh, he suddenly discovered that this Ming army spearman, whose head was probably broken, was looking at him with a ferocious smile.

Even if I die, I won’t rest in peace.

"Despicable Ming Gouzi, how dare you look at your grandpa?"

Bashiku couldn't help but spat fiercely, and just as he was about to push away this humble Ming army spearman, he suddenly found that an unspeakable pain suddenly surged up in his side, chest and abdomen.

In an instant, the severe pain was doubled.

Then, twice, three times, four times...

Before Bashiku understood what was happening, he suddenly felt that the consciousness in his mind began to blur uncontrollably. There was an overwhelming feeling in his chest and abdomen, and there was a heat that could not be suppressed at all.

It surged out of his internal organs and was about to break through his throat.

For a moment, he couldn't hold it back any longer, and he let out a painful "wow" cry. Blood mist splashed everywhere in front of his eyes, as if mixed with some solid substance that he couldn't describe, but it was unknown, but it was real.

"I treat your mother like a Tatar! How dare you look at your grandpa!"

A Ming army armor commander viciously thrust his spear deeper into Bashku's chest and abdomen, and grabbed the armor on his chest, ignoring the blood spray spattered on his face by Bashku.

She slapped him in the face and slammed her head into his face.
To be continued...