According to the nature of the dog Tatars, how could they feel comfortable being suppressed and beaten like this?

"Command the front troops to keep their formations dispersed! Also! Slow down some more! Don't be anxious!"

"yes!"

The order was quickly passed to the front line, and the formations of the troops were more dispersed and their movements became slower.

One by one, the bright red figures lowered their waists and raised the shields in their hands, extremely cautiously.

"grass!"

Chen Zhong spat fiercely at this time: "Yuanqing, what on earth does this little son of a bitch Jierharang want to do?"

Li Yuanqing had vaguely guessed Jierhalang's intentions at this time. However, in this kind of war, sacrifices were inevitable. He had already given Niu Gensheng enough warning, and Niu Gensheng had done a pretty good job. There was no need for him to point it out at this time.

What.

Sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime!

He has done his best on weekdays, but at this critical moment, what Li Yuanqing has to do is not to point fingers, but to absolutely trust his well-trained men!

"Haha. Brother, don't worry. When the water falls, the stone will come out. Be patient."

"..."

Chen Zhong was a little speechless, but he also knew that what Li Yuanqing said was correct. It was useless for him to be anxious now, so he had to force himself to be patient.

Time passes minute by minute.

Soon, the ladders of the Ming army in front had been erected on the top of Tashanpu city, and the formations of two groups of more than 5,000 soldiers had basically been spread out. The mountains and plains were covered with dots of bright red.

At this time, Jierhalang finally couldn't bear it anymore and almost bit out a few words from between his teeth: "Give me the explosive pack, sir!"
Chapter completed!