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"Stab to the right----stab!"

When the pikemen took five or six steps and were about to pick up speed, the officers from each unit suddenly shouted commands.

During the rigorous training, the soldiers had already developed an instinct for the officers' orders. They had no time to think about it. They instinctively used their left foot to support the center of gravity of their body, leaned their body to the right, and quickly turned the gun head to the right along with their body.

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Under the rays of the midday sun, more than a hundred spears appeared in rows, one by one with silvery poisonous snakes, piercing the right side of the bodies of these white flag elites like lightning.

These elite members of Zhengbai Banner didn't take it seriously at first, and raised their own round shields to defend themselves.

They had seen a lot of the Ming army's formations. No wonder they were so sharp at the beginning. As long as their front teeth were knocked out, they would be weaker than women and allowed to be slaughtered by them.

But at this time, rows of silver snakes rushed toward the right side of their bodies. They had no time to react and could only instinctively use their shields to block.

But this was in vain.

For a moment, I heard only "Puff puff puff", a continuous harsh but extremely clear sound, resounding throughout the city.

Before these Zhengbai Banner elites had time to think about what happened, they suddenly discovered that their bodies had already been pierced by sharp spears.

Some strong Ming soldiers even used their spearheads to pick up the elite bodies of Zhengbai Banners and nail them to the top of the city.

"The Everlasting Camp is victorious."

"The general is victorious."

I don’t know who shouted the first voice. The pikemen who rushed in front of the formation almost without thinking, shouted like crazy, "Wan Sheng."

"Wan Sheng."

"Wan Sheng..."

The pikemen behind him who had not yet participated in the battle were also infected, and they cheered one after another.

The white armor who was the first to rush to the city just now couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Even though his body had been pushed up against the city by a tall spearman from the Changsheng Battalion, he still couldn't believe that what he saw was real. He stared at the spearman in front of him and wanted to say something.

What, but there is no strength at all.

His internal organs seemed to have exploded, and blood mixed with indescribable internal organs surged up along the trachea and flowed out of his mouth.

"How dare you look at your grandfather, you damn Tartars."

The tall spearman couldn't help but became furious. He flew up and kicked the white-armored man hard in the crotch.

The white-armored pupils suddenly dilated, his head tilted, and he no longer had any strength left.

On the side, Duan Xiliang couldn't help but wave his wrist vigorously. The hard work for many days was finally not in vain. At this time, it was time to reap the rewards.

But he was the commander in chief of this battle, and it was just beginning. He did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly shouted: "The first row of spearmen retreats, the second row, and the third row prepare."

"yes."

Whether it is the military posture, the formation, or various daily ideological education, the soldiers' orders to the officers have long been formed instinctively.

Even though the spearmen in the first row were still immersed in the thrill of killing Tatars with their sharp blades, they did not dare to disobey the orders of the superiors. Otherwise, the light ones would be hit with a plank, and the heavy ones would have their heads dropped to the ground.

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They did not dare to fight, so they put away their spears and quickly retreated behind the formation.

On the side, Chen Zhong couldn't help but be stunned.

He knew that Li Yuanqing had made careful preparations, and he also knew that the momentum of the spearmen's charge was extremely sharp, but he never thought that facing these elite soldiers with white flags, this battle could be won so easily.

this……

Chen Zhong couldn't believe his eyes. How could this be possible?

But he was a veteran on the battlefield after all. In just a moment, he came back to his senses. Everything was focused on the command at that moment, 'Stab to the right, stab.'

What is this?

He quickly looked at Li Yuanqing, "Yuanqing, what on earth is going on?"

Li Yuanqing smiled faintly, knowing that everything was under control, and explained with a smile: "Brother, this is a password for our army, and it is actually very simple. Have you noticed that most of these elite Tatars of the Later Jin Dynasty hold their hands with their left hand?

Shield, sword or weapon in the right hand?"

Chen Zhong nodded instinctively.

Li Yuanqing smiled, "Although the pikemen are sharp, they may not be able to please the elite shields of the Tatars. Therefore, during the training, we improved the thrust trajectory of the pikemen based on this detail.

.Thrust to the right, through the sides of their shields and through the gaps in their armor."

Chen Zhong suddenly understood and was about to speak when another Tatar rushed towards the city from behind.

Li Yuanqing had no time to explain to Chen Zhong and shouted: "My sons, here comes the merit. Kill the Tatars."

After a moment, the second row of spearmen pushed forward like the wind.

Just like the first time, the sound of "puff, puff, puff" of the sharp blade piercing the flesh was heard endlessly.

These Zhengbai Banner elites had no time to react and had become dead souls killed by the spearmen of the Changsheng Battalion.

Chen Zhong couldn't describe it in words. What kind of feeling and state was this?

Although the headquarters under his command had jointly practiced with Li Yuanqing for a long time, they mostly focused on training new recruits, focusing on military posture, formation, and physical strength, without any actual strategic and tactical actual combat drills.

At this time, seeing the performance of the veteran spearmen of the Changsheng Battalion, he could no longer describe his feeling in words.

What the hell is going on with him and his brothers?

This has completely become a performance by the spearmen of the 1,000th Corps of the Changsheng Battalion.

The pikemen of the 1,000th Corps were still nervous and fearful at first, but at this time, seeing their seniors kill the enemy so neatly and meritoriously, all their fears had been completely forgotten.

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Where are these fucking Tatars?

It's obviously their merit, the money.

Whether they can be promoted and make a fortune, and whether their wives and children can live a good life depends on their performance at this time.

Here, among the third row of spearmen, it was finally Li Sansheng's turn to appear.

Li Sansheng held the spear in his hand tightly, his eyes filled with blazing fire that could not be extinguished by sea water.

Although he was born as an archer, archers in the Changsheng Camp have been reduced to a special unit. Only when it is absolutely necessary, he has room to perform. In ordinary times, he is not used at all.

But Li Sansheng was tall and strong, he was an Orion, and he had strong skills. It was not difficult at all for him to transform into a spearman.

At this time, after such a long period of practice, he was waiting for this moment. How could he not be excited?

Thinking of their child who was about to be born in Qiuye's belly, Li Sansheng's heart was almost bursting with joy.

But he is already a commander, with more than a dozen brothers under his command. In addition, he has been imitating Li Yuanqing's words and deeds. Naturally, he understands that at this time, he cannot show too many other emotions. He can only hold the spear in his hand tightly, with his heart

But he muttered silently, "Dog Tatar, come up quickly, come up quickly. Qiuye and my children are still waiting to eat."

Next to Li Sansheng, Lu Jinshan also looked excited.

Although he has not practiced for a long time, his physical condition is naturally advantageous, and he has already become extremely proficient in the use of the spear in his hand.

When he started to practice stabbing to the right, he really put a lot of effort into it, mainly because he couldn't tell the difference between the left and right.

Later, Master Jia tied his hands with a rope and taught him step by step. Only then did he slowly understand and know what left and right are.

Originally, he thought that today would be a fierce battle. He had even asked someone to write a suicide note to his mother and sisters. If anything happened to him, my mother and sisters could rely on his merits to fight on Changsheng Island.

No worries about food and clothing.

But who would have thought that when the battle really started, he would finally understand...

Where is this fucking war? It's clearly killing chickens.

such a pity.

Brothers, there are too many people and too few chickens.

This is totally not enough.

Next to Li Sansheng, Li Hu could no longer bear it. Seeing that the brothers in front had almost finished their achievements, what else could he do?

How can he be promoted quickly and regain his former glory?

"How can these bastard Tatars be so careless? Get out of here, Mr. Hu." Li Hu couldn't help but spat hard.

Lu Jinshan also reacted, "Dog Tatar, come up quickly. Your grandpa can't wait any longer."

The brothers nearby also responded one after another.

Li Sansheng couldn't help but smile and spat in a low voice, "What are you rude men so anxious about? Didn't you see that there are still a lot of Tatars down there? We are already here, and our achievements are indispensable."

"Hehe. Mr. Jia is still wise." Li Hu quickly smiled and flattered him.

In the past, it would have been impossible for Li Sansheng to fall in his eyes as a mere JA commander. Let alone flattering him, even if he said a word to a JA commander, he would feel that he would lose points and lose face.

But at this time, Li Hu also understood deeply that although Lord Jia Chang in front of him was young, his aura and skills were definitely not comparable to Li Hu's.
To be continued...