: The first appearance of the ferocious face ()

The dense wind and rain made all the archers unable to see the targets in the distance, let alone the accuracy. Even veteran archers like Lu Bingyin could only shoot arrows in the general direction.

Such weather has caused great damage to the bow itself. The continuous archery made the three fingers of the old road control string so painful that they were about to be broken by the tough and strong bow string. The continuous continuous arches made the arms so numb that they could hardly lift them up. But they were not careful and could only shoot one arrow after another mechanically, without asking for much damage to the enemy. As long as they could separate the Manchus and the Mongols, the task was completed to the greatest extent.

Behind him is a comrade who is fighting in blood, among which is his only son. He has the advantage of time, place, and people and others, and he can barely fight to create a stalemate in a draw. If these hundreds of Mongolian soldiers gather with him, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The wind and rain also caused the enemy the same trouble, greatly delaying the opponent's impact speed. Mongolian soldiers shouted in the mud and approached dozens of steps. Old Road, who was proficient in archery, could almost send out three arrows. Although there was no guarantee of the accuracy, the dense and continuous rain of arrows ensured sufficient killing and deterrence.

In the impression of the Mongols, these archers were far inferior to those elite guys holding iron forks. They didn't even dare to face the Manchurian heavy cavalry. They thought that a decent charge could rush these archers to pieces, but this time the other party seemed to be really going to fight to the death. They knew that they didn't have the slightest melee ability, but they still fought to the death, which was clearly a situation where both jade and stone were burned.

Four consecutive charges were shot back halfway, and the Mongols dropped more than a hundred corpses and retreated to the range again.

The survival of the strong is the most basic rule on the grassland. If you are shot here, the tents of the tribe, the cows, sheep and women will immediately become the property of others. The Mongolians followed the Manchu soldiers to loot, and they would not be able to fight for their lives.

"Damn the weather, why are the Manchus still entangled? Just kill all these Ming people quickly..." The Mongolian Banner always wiped the rain on his face and complained in a low voice: "Master Sunabelle is not here either, and he can't see our heroism."

In the bad weather, the perseverance of the archers who never give in, and the superstition of the combat effectiveness of the Manchu heavy cavalry, all of this is the best reason why the Mongols don’t have to fight to the death.

"Why haven't you collapsed yet?" The imagined quick battle did not appear. The cooperation between these Ming people began to scatter, but each individual became more and more heroic. To be precise, it is crazy, like a wild beast, fighting wildly regardless of life and death.

The heavy rain hindered the full display of combat effectiveness between the two sides. These Ming people's militia seemed to be crazy and stabbed and even bitten in the mud, and sewage mixed with blood and broken limbs were splashed again and again.

Is this still a human? Is this still a gentle Ming people who are afraid of fighting? They are completely wild beasts!

Ye Keshu felt the hardship of the battle for the first time.

In the entire era of cold weapons, there were few situations where one fights to the last moment on the battlefield. "Fighting to the last soldier" is just a slogan. When the casualties reach 30% of the time, the team has not yet collapsed and the fighting will has not completely collapsed, it is already a real iron army.

The face-to-face fight between real swords and guns, experiences life and death between broken limbs and minced meat, and faces the flying of flesh and blood at all times, which is a huge test for nerves. Comrades fall one by one, and death will come at any time. Survival instinct will eventually overcome the cruel battlefield discipline, and collapse will follow.

Faced with bloody hand-to-hand combat, no matter what kind of tiger-bearing soldiers are, they will collapse, and it is only a matter of time.

And 30% of casualties are the critical point of collapse.

Now both sides have suffered more than 30% casualties. Although the expected collapse has not yet occurred, it is still unknown how long it can last.

"Behind you is home, yours, your mother and your children are there!"

The rain washed away wantonly, and the continuous flowing blood was mixed in the mud and kept flying up, and then quickly stained everyone's body. People who were surrounded by blood and mud gradually could no longer play the most basic tactical cooperation, and could only bite the other party desperately like wild animals.

At this moment, the Tomura team has completely become a human-shaped beast holding weapons.

What is the motivation to support these people in fighting desperately regardless of life and death with elite enemies? Li Si understands the most.

It’s home, it’s a relative!

These people are all living flesh-and-blooded men, including rough men who often beat their wives, well-behaved children who respect their parents, and brothers who work hard to make adult gestures in front of younger brothers and sisters.

Whether it is father, brother, son, son, husband, or son, son, and husband, they are born with the mission of protecting their family and relatives. This is the instinct that is deeply embedded in the bone marrow of every man.

In the dense rain curtain, the strange-colored lightning instantly cut through the heavy and cloudy sky. There were dense crowds of people gathered at the low wall at the entrance of the village, including elderly people, children, and many women.

The villagers were silently watching these men behind the low wall, letting the heavy rain fall because they knew that their children and brothers were fighting desperately.

They knew better than any one of them why these men fought so hard.

The tacit understanding that integrates blood between relatives allows these wild beast-like men to feel the attention that their families are so close to each other - unforgettable gaze.

The deafening thunder roared above his head. The old man who first walked out of the low wall was leaning on a crutch, his hair and beard were beaten into strands and his face was tightly pressed on his face. His skinny body seemed to be hard to bear the wind and rain. His low voice seemed to have a sound of gold and iron: "My son has died long ago, and there is only such a grandson. He has gone up. My old man has lived enough. Let our family die today..."

After speaking, the old man came out first.

Following closely behind the elderly are women and children, either holding kitchen knives or holding shoulder poles.

Everyone knows very well that if the man who is fighting wildly ahead is defeated, everyone will not be able to escape the fate of death. It is better to die with the pillars of the family, even if the whole family is dead.

The left-behind villagers, who had no team shape, were firmly approaching the battlefield where flesh and blood were flying, and the footsteps mixed in the wind and rain were weak and unheard.

But every individual fighting can feel the proximity of their loved ones, and they know that their loved ones are ready to die with them.

"Men, die first." Li Si's roaring voice made all men fall into a state of madness.

After one knife, there was no delicious food or midnight warmth. The wife who could only pick up the rolling pin could not be the enemy's knife, and the husband who had broken his arms knew this; after one knife, there was no possibility of continuing the blood of cigarettes. The child who had just started studying could not be the enemy's knife, and the father who had broken an iron fork also knew this.

These people don’t know the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period, and are not very interested in serving the court, but they know that the terrible consequences of this battle are definitely not as simple as dying on the battlefield.

If you cannot kill all the enemies quickly, your family will die at any time.

The ancestors of these people have died in this land that is about to be broken for generations. At the moment when foreign beasts invade, it is their turn to die.

For that warm home, even if you die, you will be a grand man.

In just a moment, the crazy beast turned into a bloodthirsty evil spirit.

These men rushed towards the enemy regardless of their own efforts, and used the most tragic and bloody bites with the most primitive means.

Even though he was severely injured by the Robind Knife, he still threw the enemy down with fire in his eyes, and attacked with his fists, teeth and all the means he could use.

The intestines flowed out of the body, stained with blood and mud, like dirty old tree roots, still holding the enemy tightly, and fingers deeply clamping the gap of the heavy armor until death, still the posture remains unchanged...

After the entire left arm was cut off, the bones were washed by the rain and still hit the enemy like lifeless wooden stakes, just to create a chance for sting for the comrades...

The sudden and fierce offensive rewritten the proportion of war loss in an instant.
Chapter completed!