Zou Zheng was very excited and pulled down the armor on his head from time to time and then opened it. He is now the deputy general of the miner's battalion. The heavy armor on his body was tailor-made for him. The dark iron armor was made of stainless steel smelted by the latest technology of Daye Iron Mine. The weight was greatly reduced, but the protection power was greatly improved. However, it has not been fully equipped to the army yet, but the generals and a small number of personal soldiers have used this armor.

Compared with Pili Camp, the miner camp is a moving steel beast. This is an army that makes people feel afraid when they see it. Zou Zheng is very young. In the past two years, he has been suffocating him. Seeing other battle camps killing the world one by one, Pili Camp is like a thousand-year-old turtle. Whenever he lies, there will be no movement. A year of ups and downs, there is only training.

When he received the transfer order, he was so happy that he didn't fall asleep all night. The miner's camp was the hottest unit in the Ming army now.

"Deputy General Zou, the combat routines of the miners' camp are not much the same as those of other combat battalions. Do you remember all the combat rules?" Lu Feng was a little worried about Zou Zheng. For Lu Feng, Zou Zheng replaced Yang Zhi, it was mixed joys and sorrows for Lu Feng. The joy was a level 9 master like Yang Zhi was in the miners' camp, which put him under great pressure. You know, he finally finally promoted to level 8, but he was still not good enough in front of Yang Zhi, which made him feel a little unconfident when giving orders to Yang Zhi. Yang Zhi is not just a martial arts master, but the kind of person who is familiar with military books and has food in his stomach lacked practical experience before, but after two years of training in the miners' camp, he has become more and more mature. Once Yang Zhi was transferred, Lu Feng couldn't help but feel that the miners' camp finally returned to his hands. But another problem is that his battle battalion has lost its top combat power.

Equipping a level nine master in the battle camp is the only honor that only the miner camp has.

Zou Zheng is here. This kid is from a gangster with rich practical experience, but he is very reckless. At a young age, he has the skills of a level seven peak. This makes Lu Feng sigh that he is really old. Whether it is Yang Zhi or Zou Zheng, his future prospects are probably unlimited.

"Don't worry, General Lu, I remember it all." Zou Zheng nodded vigorously. All the soldiers in the miners' camp were wearing heavy armor. When fighting, if they were a whole, they would be invincible. But if they were thrown away, it would be miserable. Not to mention anything else, if you just fell over, you would really become a turtle in an iron shell. There is really no other way to go except being beaten to death. It is difficult for you to turn over.

Although the miners' camp only had 5,000 combat soldiers, there were many auxiliary soldiers. There were thousands of mules and horses in armor alone, and thousands of auxiliary soldiers, horses feeding, chariots, and repairing armor. At this moment, after the auxiliary soldiers were equipped with heavy infantrymen, they were surrounding a defensive camp with mules and horses and carriages. These auxiliary soldiers were not civilians, but reserve soldiers of the miners' camp, and they were all tall and big, with 2,000 people. Their daily training was no different from formal combat soldiers. They were also eager to replenish them.

Not to mention anything else, after becoming a formal warrior, the salary alone would be increased a few times.

Several light cavalry rushed from the front, with small flags flying up and down in their hands, and strings of flag words showed that the enemy they were going to meet this time was already very close to them.

The sound of armor colliding with each other sounded, and the army of thousands of people became quiet in an instant. The armor was pulled down one after another. Zou Zheng, who was standing at the front of the queue, could no longer see the soldiers' faces, and could only see the cold and identical iron masks.

When Fuyuan Junjiang Lai received the scout report, he could not believe his ears at all.

The most terrifying heavy infantry miner camp of the Ming Empire actually blocked its front. Why did they appear here? Shouldn’t the most elite troops of the Ming Empire appear in front of the barbarians at this moment and fight for life and death with the barbarians?

There was no strong enemy ahead. This time, the troops sent out would inevitably catch Ming Guo off guard with the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves? His face was extremely gloomy, as if it was about to drip into water.

First, Zuo Jun encountered an iron plate in Tzu Chi. After one step, he almost broke his bones. When he detoured through Xinhua, he hit him not only a iron plate, but a cliff.

Ten thousand Right Army, two thousand cavalry, and eight thousand infantry. Facing the miners' camp with a force of up to five thousand people, Jiang Lai had no chance of winning at all.

"General Jiang, the miner's battalion is famous, but it is not unbreakable." A veteran general with white hair walked up to Jianglai: "The heavy infantry is powerful, but they move slowly and are extremely bulky. We don't have to fight them head-on with infantry, but we just ran around them with two thousand cavalry, attacking them with feather arrows, and stripping them off layer by layer."

"At present, this is all that's the only way." Jiang Lai let out a heavy breath. What he was worried about now was not just the miner's battalion, but the other main forces of the Ming army. Even the heavy miner's battalion could arrive in Xinhua in such a short time. Could it be that no other troops came? The heavy infantry never fought alone, which is the iron rule of the battlefield.

"Order the scouts to spread around to reconnaissance, and there must be another Ming army nearby waiting for an opportunity to attack us." Jiang Lai said: "Gen. Chen, you are experienced, and you will be given the task of leading cavalry to attack the miner's battalion. We are now on the string and have to fire it."

"The last general will take the order!" Chen Kejun held his fists and took the order.

The sound of hooves rumbled, and smoke and dust were rippling between the sky. Two cavalrymen, one left and one right, appeared from the sky and rushed towards the miner's battalion. Lu Feng, located in the center of the Iron Armored Army, shouted loudly: "Change the formation!"

The seemingly heavy iron-armored military formation quickly moved. It was originally a square formation of five hundred people, slowly rotating. It turned into a circular formation of one hundred people under the cavalry's nose. Fifty circular formations unfolded, and a large sword of cold light shining outwards, reflecting the sunlight, making the cavalry's eyes turn white at this moment.

The first to launch the attack was not the cavalry or Lu Feng's war soldiers, but the auxiliary soldiers' defense camp located behind them. With a shocking and screaming sound, one crossbow passed over the heads of the iron-armored soldiers and flew towards the cavalry formation in front.

Chen Kejun was indeed a veteran cavalry general. Under his command, the cavalry drew an arc about thirty steps away from the outermost circular formation. The soldiers immediately set their bows and arrows, twisted their bodies, and shot at the iron lumps in front of them.

The iron knife was raised and shaking, and the sound of gold and iron clashing kept ringing. A bunch of feather arrows were shot down. The arrows shot on the iron armor made a jingle sound and slid down to the ground weakly. The arrows that were fortunately shot into the gap between the iron armor did not seem to have achieved the expected results. The soldiers on the periphery had arrows hanging on their bodies, which looked like hedgehogs, which did not affect their actions.

The cavalry was very slippery and moved very fast, which annoyed Zou Zheng. The iron armor of about a hundred pounds was a huge burden on ordinary soldiers, but it was nothing on him. He held the iron knife tightly in his hands and stared at the figures passing by fiercely.

Judging from the scene, the Iron Armored Army is now completely in a passive situation of being beaten. The foot-pedal crossbow shot from the defensive formation is not effective, and the cavalry can easily avoid these heavy crossbow arrows.

Lu Feng was not in a hurry, but just directed the circular arrays to move. If you look down from a high altitude, you can see more clearly. The circular arrays are locking the cavalry's route bit by bit. It seems that the distance between these circular arrays is getting bigger and bigger under the attack of the cavalry, and their mutual response is also weakening. But from another perspective, the cavalry are slowly sinking into a vast ocean of iron armor.

The iron-armored soldiers were beaten but not fought back, which seemed to encourage the arrogance of the Fuyuan cavalry. The previous worries and fears had long disappeared, but instead they were proud.

A cavalry seemed to be too obsessed. By accident, the war horse under his crotch rushed to a distance of only ten steps from the iron armored soldiers. Just as he was about to drive his horse away, he saw a black look in front of him. An iron armored soldiers suddenly rushed out of the circular formation, raised their iron sword and slashed them.

With just one knife, he cut off the horse's head, then took a step forward, stepped on it with a heavy kick, and with a loud bang, the cavalry who was still laughing loudly just now was trampled and his brain burst out, and he could not die any more.

However, Zou Zheng, who made a contribution with one sword, retreated back into the circular formation like lightning.

The circular formation was still moving slowly, and Chen Kejun finally realized something was wrong. His cavalry had greatly reduced the speed. No matter which direction you hit, there was always an iron armored circular formation blocking the front.

However, when he found out that something was wrong, it was already a little late. About half of the cavalry had been surrounded by the round iron armor formation. With the change of the battle flag of the Iron Armor Camp, the heavy infantry, who seemed to have no power to fight back, all rushed to the middle, holding up the iron sword in their hands and slashed it down.

There is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to hide. In just a blink of an eye, thousands of cavalry were trapped in the camp. There is no other way except to fight head-on.

The sound of the horse hitting the iron armor, the sound of the iron knife slashing into the body, and the screams rang throughout the battlefield in an instant. Chen Kejun was extremely frightened and angry. Within his sight, his cavalry was cut off from his horse in pieces, but the losses of the iron armored soldiers were minimal. The war horses surrounded by the round array of iron armor lost their speed of running and were forced to stop, squeezed together, and became the target of the other party.

There were more than a thousand cavalry left, but they did not dare to go to rescue because there was still an iron armored array rotating and squeezing inward on the outside.
Chapter completed!