I, Emperor Chongzhen, have extended the life of the Ming Dynasty by five hundred years.

"Our Warriors Battalion doesn't have cowards like you!"

Li Ruolian's expression softened slightly as she pondered how to deal with this person.

Miao Gang, driven by a strong will to survive, hurriedly said, "This humble servant has already committed a grave error, and returning to the capital would be a capital offense. It would be better to follow Commander Li into battle. If I die on the battlefield, it would be a way of serving His Majesty."

"To say something like that, you at least have some conscience!"

Li Ruolian finally put down the imperial sword and said, "Since you volunteered for the battle, I will give you a chance, but!"

He paused here, his eyes fixed on Miao Gang.

"Commander Li gives the order; how could I dare disobey!"

Miao Gang is now only thinking about surviving, and his attitude is extremely sincere. He is no longer arrogant or domineering at all.

When Li Ruolian took out the imperial sword, it really startled him.

This person was in charge of the Southern Division of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, specifically responsible for internal surveillance within the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and was known for his incorruptibility and impartiality over the years.

Seeing it today, I can see that it truly lives up to its reputation.

"...However, from this moment forward, I am removing you from your position as guerrilla general and assigning you to an infantry battalion to fight as an ordinary soldier. Do you have any objections?"

"No, no!"

Miao Gang waved his hands repeatedly, saying that it was good enough that he had survived, so he dared not have any objections.

"Very well, now that you've joined the Warriors' Camp, you must obey orders. Once the battle begins, anyone who retreats on the front lines will be executed without mercy!"

"Your subordinate obeys!"

Li Ruolian waved her hand, signaling for someone to take Miao Gang away.

With a major battle imminent, let's give him a chance to serve the court once again.

If he survives, that's his good fortune!

"Report..."

The scouts quickly rode forward and knelt down.

"Enemy scouts spotted ahead!"

"Did you manage to catch it?"

"Reporting to the commander, these people are very vigilant, keeping a safe distance of about an arrow's length from us, making it impossible for them to get close."

Li Ruolian made a decisive decision: "In that case, issue the order: prepare for battle!"

With both sides having several thousand troops, it's unlikely they could approach and launch a surprise attack without being detected.

Unless it's a fool like Miao Gang, he wouldn't be caught off guard and killed.

Since the other party has already discovered it, there's no need to hide it.

Today is the first battle after the Warriors Camp was reorganized. If we're going to fight, let's fight fair and square!

In recent years, the morale of the Ming army's various garrisons has been low, and they have often been suppressed and beaten by the Shun army, as if the Shun army had divine protection.

Only by defeating the enemy head-on can we restore morale!

"Left forward camp, right forward camp!"

"arrive!"

The two battalions of commanders stepped forward to pay their respects.

"Your Second Battalion is cavalry, responsible for flanking and defending the flanks. Do not allow the enemy to get close!"

"yes!"

"Left Army Camp, Right Army Camp, Front Army Camp, Rear Army Camp, Central Army Camp."

"arrive!"

"The four battalions—left, right, front, and rear—will be arranged in a fan shape, awaiting the order to charge straight at the enemy's positions! The central battalion will be responsible for holding the line; once the battle begins, anyone who retreats will be executed!"

"yes!"

"Archery Battalion!"

"arrive!"

Li Ruolian lowered her eyes and said, "Before we left, His Majesty instructed us to equip ourselves with the best weapons. Now, the finest muskets of the Ming Dynasty are in your hands. Whether we win this battle depends on you!"

"Please rest assured, Commander, I will certainly not fail in my mission!"

"very good!"

Li Ruolian nodded, then raised her hand: "On my command, advance!"

Three thousand soldiers marched forward in a grand procession. At the same time, Zheng Siwei was already regrouping, preparing to meet the enemy.

Half an hour later, the two armies finally met, and a great battle was about to break out.

It was the season of transition from spring to summer, with gentle breezes and warm sunshine, yet a sense of desolation permeated the air.

Zheng Siwei had just defeated the Ming army, so he naturally didn't take this force seriously.

It's the same old routine: cavalry charge, infantry hold the line.

"kill!"

At a command, eight hundred cavalrymen charged forward.

Da-da-da, da-da-da...

Dust billowed across the plains, clearly giving it a more imposing presence.

Zheng Siwei watched from afar, waiting for the cavalry to wedge into the enemy formation, cut them into pieces, and when the front and rear could not support each other, the central army would charge out and win the battle.

This tactic was used throughout the entire journey, and it never failed.

Last night, we defeated Miao Gang's 5,000 troops using the same tactic.

"kill!"

"Rush!"

The Shun army cavalry charged forward with overwhelming momentum, brandishing their long swords and roaring.

In the Ming army formation, Miao Gang huddled in a corner, watching the approaching cavalry, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Even if we hadn't prepared last night, we would have been completely helpless against such tactics.

Just as he was lost in thought, the Ming army suddenly moved.

Li Ruolian decisively gave the order: "Archery battalion, advance!"

hula la...

The vanguard quickly made way, and the musketeer battalion moved forward.

The musketeers lined up in a straight line, in three rows, with the front row crouching down, ready to fire.

As the cavalry drew ever closer, Li Ruolian slowly raised her hand, then slammed it down!

"put!"

There was a messenger at the front of the battle, waving a flag to direct the troops.

boom!

boom!

boom……

Having undergone the baptism of the previous day, the soldiers were already quite adept at operating the equipment.

A cloud of smoke billowed as muskets spewed fire, firing bullets into the enemy ranks.

Some of the cavalrymen at the forefront were hit by bullets and fell off their horses, or their horses were hit by muskets and fell to the ground.

Because of their extremely high running speed, if they fall, they will be trampled by those behind them, with almost no chance of survival.

However, the remaining cavalry continued their charge, trying to close the distance between the two sides.

On the battlefield, when cavalry encounter muskets, they can only trade battle losses for distance.

While muskets were highly lethal, they also had a significant drawback: they required reloading after each shot was fired.

The problem is that this refilling process is extremely cumbersome.

First, a cleaning rod is needed to remove any remaining gunpowder from the chamber. Then, the gunpowder is reloaded, compacted, and the projectile is loaded. Finally, the fuse is attached before the chamber can be fired again.

The battlefield is ever-changing; by the time you reload, the enemy's sword will already be at you!

Therefore, even if some cavalrymen were killed in action, they would continue to charge.

This is the most effective method to minimize battle losses.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Another cloud of smoke rose, and the sound of muskets rang out again from the Ming army's ranks.

Miao Gang sensed something was wrong. The two sounds were too close. How could the refilling be so fast?

He turned his head to look, only to find that the third rank of musketeers was moving forward.

The second rank, which had just finished firing, stepped back, crouched down, and reloaded.

At this point, the first row had finished loading and stood behind the third row, waiting to fire.

boom!

boom!

boom!

In this way, the three rows of musketeers took turns firing, with continuous and extremely dense fire.

The Shun army's cavalry was in a terrible state. They had originally been trading casualties for distance, but now they only suffered casualties and lost ground.

From the moment the Ming army first fired their guns until now, people have been falling one after another, yet the distance between them has not been reduced at all.

Miao Gang suddenly remembered something: when he had just joined the army, a general had mentioned it.

This formation seems to be the legendary three-stage formation!