The three thousand Wu Gui's troops who attacked the Huya Stall collapsed immediately as soon as they contacted the Ming army. In the Chenghuang Temple, which was more than ten miles away from Huya Beach, Wang Lu was also fighting smoothly. These Xintong Army soldiers looked bright and beautiful, and had complete armor and weapons, but in terms of real combat effectiveness, they were far worse than those Qin border troops in ragged clothes. The most important thing about Guanjian was that they did not have the will to fight desperately.

The gap between reality and ideal is too huge. I originally thought it was a little white rabbit that could be easily taken down. But when it came to my head, I found that the other party was a big bad wolf wearing a little Red Riding Hood. The psychological gap was a bit big.

What is more important than this is that these private soldiers gathered together lack unified dispatch and cohesive command. Once someone flees, it will immediately cause an avalanche effect. It is not necessary to think about something like someone who wants to find a way out for others after breaking up and seeking a way out for others. At this time, in fact, everyone is only comparing one thing to see who runs faster.

In order to run faster than others, these soldiers kept discarding the weapons in their hands, taking off their armor, and removing these burdens. They did run faster.

A group of scattered soldiers and brave men, after the defeat, was of course not worthy of Su Qiu and Wang Lu's pursuit. At this time, they had more heavy things to do, that is, to block the troops of Chen Chu, the main enemy army. There were more than 14,000 people, which was nearly four times that of their entire army.

Just as Su Qiu and Wang Lu were working to rectify their military forces and were about to stab Chen Chu in the ass, Chen Chu's army was also preparing for the attack of Yang Zhi's main force.

Yang Zhi had only two thousand people, but his weapon preparations were much stronger than Su Qiu and Wang Lu. Not to mention anything else, just the four thunder chariots were the nightmare of Chen Chu's army.

Chen Chu also had long-range weapons, which were more than ten trenchers that the army finally brought. This huge guy was not so lucky. If it weren't for the drag of these things, Chen Chu wouldn't have taken two days to walk from the county town to Luoxing Town.

Seeing the trenchers that had already stood up and were preparing for launch, Chen Chu couldn't help but feel relieved that the enemy did not have such heavy weapons, and it was not a waste of effort to bring these trenchers over. At this distance, he could only teach the other party a lesson, but the other party could not defeat him. No matter how solid the enemy's fortifications were, it was not a tall city wall after all, and the heavy shells of the trenchers could smash over him. It would take no time to destroy all the enemy's defense facilities. Then tens of thousands of troops rushed up, and each person spitted, submerging the Ming army.

He stared at the Ming army's position in the distance with confidence, and then he saw several fireballs rising from the distance and flying towards him.

What is this? Chen Chu was a little confused.

The fireballs came so fast that in the blink of an eye, the sound of howling through the air and the scorching heat came to his face.

"Sir, be careful!" The guard beside him pulled Chen Chu off his horse and threw himself onto him. At the moment he fell down, he heard a deafening rumbling sound.

He pushed away the guard on his body, and Chen Chu jumped up, but found that the guard pressing him was already weak. After being pushed aside by him, he no longer responded. A thick wooden stick stained with blood fell on the side, and the huge trencher behind him was nowhere to be seen.

The fire was burning.

He looked at the back of the catapult in shock, and the fireballs were still rolling, jumping forward, destroying all the obstacles that were blocking them.

The catapult was placed behind the entire army preparing to charge. At this time, the heads of tens of thousands of troops turned back and watched all this in a daze.

One-third of the dozen trench machines are gone.

"It's coming again!" A heart-wrenching cry of fear came from his ears. Chen Chu turned his head and looked into the air, and couldn't help but feel terrified. This time the fireballs in the air were several times more than the last time.

He drew his knife and rushed forward suddenly, "Charge, charge, go forward, go forward to avoid these attacks."

Chen Chu's reaction was indeed very fast, because this time the fireballs in the air were no longer in a single shape, but were arranged in several rows in the air, and the landing points were obviously not just a catapult position.

With a loud bang, tens of thousands of soldiers ran away, but what Chen Chu estimated was that not everyone was charging forward against the enemy's positions, and many people were running to the sides.

The attack formation that he had finally sorted out was no longer visible. Everyone was running, and the generals were completely unable to control their soldiers.

This cannot be blamed on these New Tong soldiers. When the Thunderbolt first appeared on the battlefield, even the Qi army, which was well-trained and could compete with the Ming army, was defeated by Qi Qi and was defeated. What's more, these private soldiers who had never been on the battlefield at all and were just powerful in the countryside.

An army of more than 10,000 people is not a small number. Everyone charges forward collectively, but the speed is still lacking. After all, they have to wait until the front runs away and the back runs away before they have room.

So, the one behind was in trouble.

Fireballs fell from the air one by one, and the row at the front directly destroyed all the catapults, but the others fell accurately into the dense crowd.

This is the burning round iron bomb fired by the Thunderbolt Cart. It will die when you meet and die when you touch it. It cannot be stopped by the human body. Even if a tree as thick as a bowl is hit by them, it will immediately break from it.

The second half of the battlefield became a sea of ​​fire, and the second half of the battlefield also became purgatory.

Chen Chu's helmet was gone, his hair was burned mostly, his eyes were blood red, and his eyes were staring at the Ming army's position in front. He had not even seen the shadow of the Ming army, but he had been found miserably miserable before he could see it.

"Kill up, rush forward, as long as we fight close to the enemy, we will win!" He roared with all his strength, and his subordinates were also roaring desperately, trying hard to restrain his soldiers and running forward.

In fact, most soldiers were indeed running forward, although some were unorganized and undisciplined. At this time, everyone suddenly realized that if they stood still, the fireballs would fall and they would either turn into roasted pigs, meat pies, or burnt ones.

On the Ming army's position, Yang Zhi looked at the messy enemy running towards him coldly, and spat, and the guy who looked like this was going to swallow himself in one bite.

"Heavy crossbow!" he ordered coldly.

Twenty heavy crossbows raised their heads, and the next moment, twenty afterimages flew out, like red-hot tongs inserted into tofu, and blood alleys were opened among the dense crowd.

After shooting three crossbows in a row, the enemy was getting closer and closer. At this time, he could see clearly the fearful and confused faces of the opponent's soldiers. The enemy was already confused.

"Bandao!" He ordered again, then pulled out the black big sword from his back, and another extremely thin little sword drilled out of his body and flew quietly around him.

Eighty crossbow machines erupted out ventilated crossbow arrows, weaving a net of death, sweeping the New Tong soldiers to the ground in rows.

The shooting of the crossbow machine seemed to be endless. After panic for a moment, Xintong Army suddenly turned around and ran backwards.

The one behind was still surging forward, but the one in front turned around and fled, colliding with each other, and the battlefield was completely in chaos.

"Stop shooting, the whole army follows me!" Yang Zhi yelled. Although crossbow arrows can also destroy some of the enemies, he wanted his soldiers to experience more blood and fire battlefields. Such an undisciplined and collapsed into a group of enemies is undoubtedly the best time for him to train.

Yang Zhi jumped and flew with him, and there were dozens of spears on the ground. Yang Zhi rushed towards the enemy, and the spears also rose into the air like they had wings and pounced into the body of the enemy in front.

Qin Feng once said that if the skill that Yang Zhi practiced was used to charge and storm, it would be great. He could withstand the attacks of dozens or hundreds of people alone, and these people were all good martial arts masters. And his small sword was even more elusive and could not be defended.

Of course, at such a level, it seems that Yang Zhi's small sword does not need to fly out.

Behind him, teams of Ming troops rushed out.

The thunder fire had already stopped shooting, and the crossbow machine also stopped shooting the moment Yang Zhi stood up. The crossbow soldiers and the thunder fire soldiers could only stand in place now, watching their comrades storm like lions and attacking the chaotic enemy troops.

Yang Zhi was targeting Chen Chu. Chen Chu was not far from him because he took the lead in charge, but the situation in front of him was very bad. His body was covered in blood and in a mess. Ordinary feather arrows could not do anything to this martial arts master, but he never expected that the crossbow arrows on the Ming army's position would be like locusts flying all over the sky, as if they were endless.

What's even worse is that he is now surrounded by Xintong Army. He wants to run away, but he has no room for it.

In just such a short moment, Yang Zhi had already killed him, and dozens of spears cleared the Xintong Army between him and Yang Zhi, and a black afterimage fell in the air.

"Chen Chu, come to die!"

So Chen Chu died. He was just a level eight martial arts practitioner. Not to mention being injured, even if he was not injured, he would not have much power to fight back in front of someone like Yang Zhi.

With a sword, my head flew into the air.

The battle in Luoxing Town took only half a day from the beginning to the end. More than half of the 20,000 New Tong Army was captured, nearly 5,000 people were annihilated, and some people disappeared.
Chapter completed!