Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

A whole row of long spears stood upright, with a cold light and a murderous aura!

In a blink of an eye, the chariot formation had already made way for the passage, and [-] Fushan spearmen moved forward with their guns straightened out, rolling towards the enemy on the opposite side like a wall of copper and iron.

Li Yaowu has been promoted to be the sentry officer of Team A, and nearly 250 of the 70 spearmen of Team A are under his command. After receiving the order to move forward, the most famous spear master in the Fushan Camp gave orders After giving the order to move forward, amidst the sound of the rumbling waist drum, all the pikemen marched neatly according to a fixed rhythm.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can find that the formation of the Qing army has been bent and scattered by this time. Although every Qing soldier moves forward according to inertia and similar steps, some people take big steps while others take slightly smaller steps. By this time, the formation had begun to become disorganized.

But this is not the time for the whole team, because the Fushan Ming army on the opposite side has already strode forward and is approaching them. [

A horn sounded.All the soldiers of the Qing army on the front line shouted in unison again. Although they knew that the Ming army on the opposite side did not accept this trick, the inertia of their habits would not change for a while. Keng Keng, the soldiers of the Eight Banners who held weapons such as round shields and long knives and giant axes were also fiddling with the weapons in their hands, their eyes moved up and down, left and right, and their feet kept walking. While walking, he suddenly paused in a very tacit understanding.

Opposite Li Yaowu is a few opponents with white armor from the Qing army and more than a dozen vests and infantry as support. Both sides are looking at each other with cold eyes. Everyone is breathing heavily. Yes, but many people have already shed cold sweat.

At this juncture, it is really a matter of life and death, and if you are not careful, you will die on the battlefield.

From the perspective of the Qing army, the Ming army has fought well so far, but with so many spearmen coming up, and there is a dense queue, this means that the commander's brain is out of order, and many Qing army generals even wondered if the opponent suddenly I have become an idiot. Once this kind of formation advances in close combat, the Qing army has both long and short weapons. Everyone is very confident in their fighting skills. Once they get close, it will be an uncompromising battle for the spearmen. Buckle the carnage.

"Forward, half to the right..."

Li Yaowu issued orders in the same calm tone as during training. On the entire front, sentry officers and chief officers at all levels also issued military orders like him. Such a scene, such an order, is already a special experience for every officer. Pure conditioned reflex, each program has been trained hundreds of times during training.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners who roared and forced to come up were also staring at the Fushan soldiers on the opposite side. Everyone had cruel and ferocious smiles on their faces. The knives are all held tightly, while those holding the tiger gun and the Eight Banners long gun are holding their hands tightly, staring at the opposite target with full concentration. So far, everything is normal. This fight, although it will not It was as smooth as it was against the ordinary Ming army before, but there is no doubt that the Eight Banners can win the final victory.

In terms of physical strength, armor, fighting will, and skills, these Eight Banners soldiers feel that they can beat anyone.

This is the confidence they have gained and the accumulated combat experience they have gained after many years of fighting.

Now, every muscle of them was tense, all of them were panting heavily, and subconsciously bowed their waists. They were ready and ready to pounce on the chosen target at any time.