The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 217
At this time, the Ming army and the Hou Jin army stood on both sides of the four-meter-wide pit, and everyone could not hit each other.

Some Mongolian soldiers shot arrows from behind, and some threw things directly.

Everyone was yelling at each other.

The Mongols must have scolded you for being shameless, and the Ming people were all scolding the dog tartar, I'll fuck your mother, and so on.

Everyone scolded Zheng Huan at first, but the Ming army also asked the musketeers behind to reload in order to delay the time.

Unexpectedly, some Mongolian soldiers came to the front with their bows, swished, and shot at the front.

Ah, many people in the Ming army were shot and fell down.

This was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the first row of Ming soldiers on the opposite side threw their axes one after another.

Puchi puchi, the entire row of Mongolian soldiers in the front row screamed and fell down.

There were also Mongolian soldiers who picked up the hatchet of the Ming army and threw it back, causing people on both sides to fall to the ground.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Wu Tu saw that there was nothing he could do, he couldn't touch the Ming army at all, and was beaten all over.

He gritted his teeth: "Crush, charge, charge, push, push the dead people forward."

He wanted to push the dead Mongolian soldiers into the pit first.

But the Mongolian soldiers in the rear army didn't care, they pushed forward one after another when they heard the order.

"Ah—" The Mongolian soldiers in the front row screamed and cursed.

For some wounded soldiers, the dead bodies were pushed in, and many uninjured Mongolian elites were also pushed down.

The deep pit began to fill up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wu Tu's heart was bleeding.

He secretly swore that when Lushun was defeated, he would kill all the Ming army in front of him, and kill all the women.

Wu Tu's decision made the scene even more tragic, and a large number of former troops were pushed down to fill the pit.

But right now, they have to admit that this is the most correct way for them.

"Ah—" With countless screams and curses at the scene, many former Mongolian soldiers fell into the pit one after another.

In less than a minute, the pit with a depth of four to five meters was filled.

Human life is worthless here.

All for the sake of victory.

Even the Ming army on the opposite side began to be moved.

After all, it is rare to see such a shocking picture in front of me.

The pit was finally filled, but at least two or 300 Mongolian cavalry soldiers were buried alive.

The Ming army has 200 people in a row, about 100 meters long.

There are less than 2000 Mongolian cavalry troops left. If all the 100 meters are filled, it may not be enough.

After all, the pit is four meters deep and four meters wide.

So most of them are concentrated in the middle.

About ten meters or so were filled in the middle.

Following Wu Tu's roar, the rest of the Mongolian cavalry rushed like crazy, stepping on the blood of their relatives and comrades-in-arms, regardless of the screams and wailing of their companions, and rushed across the deep pit one after another.

With a bang, the formations of the two sides finally collided fiercely, and from time to time, Mongolian soldiers were pushed to the further edge of the pit.

All Mongolians know that the middle is the safest, and they will be squeezed into the pit on the side.

Everyone squeezed desperately into the middle.

"Throw!" Suddenly someone in the Ming army roared.

Whoosh whoosh, axes flying all over the sky towards the Mongols.

Across the four-meter pit, the Ming army's hatchet was thrown over as if they didn't want money.

"Ahhh!" The Mongolians on the opposite side turned their backs on their backs again, screaming again and again.

Most of them did not wear shields because they charged and dismounted.

Puff puff puff, the Ming army's long spears also began to poke forward.

The same as the previous tactics, the front row has a large shield, and the first row stabs the opposite foot.

Anyway, it hurts forward crazily, and then quickly withdraws.

During the training, the instructors repeatedly asked that you must poke fast and close quickly.

If it is collected slowly, it is easy to be trampled by the dense crowd and cannot be collected.

The Mongols scolded one after another, and I have never seen anyone stabbed in the lower plate in a war.

The Ming army in front of us is simply the most vile and shameless army in history.

They also rushed up like crazy, lifted the shield of the first card, and chopped at the Ming army.

But often before the knife is raised, the spears in the row behind stab forward like ants.

Many people focus on the top, but can't take care of the bottom. They want to kill the bottom, but they have to guard against the top.

The men and horses on both sides are falling, and the corpses are getting higher and higher.

"Squat" suddenly the Ming army roared again.

Swipe, almost all Ming soldiers, whether they were fighting or not, all squatted down together, and then raised their shields and laid them flat on top of their heads.

The Ming army was fighting with each other, and when they heard the order, they quickly squatted down and raised their shields.

The Mongolian soldier was overjoyed, bent down and stretched out his hand to grab the shield, then jumped onto another standing shield, pounced, and chopped off the head of the Ming soldier.

Then the whole person fell into the Ming army formation.

All the Ming soldiers squatted on the ground, no one stood up, and they all held up their shields. He was overjoyed in his heart, waiting to be poked, kicked away the shield beside him, and swung his knife to chop.

Many Mongolian soldiers took this opportunity to jump over the shield and jump into the formation of the Ming army.

When the Ming army raised their shields, they raised the Ming army's shields, taking this opportunity to stab in hard.

At this time, Wu Tu was also red-eyed. Originally, he was still behind, but as more and more Mongolian soldiers died in front, he finally reached the front.

He tried his best to push away the corpse of his companion standing in front of him, just in time to see Ming Jun squatting down suddenly.

If it was a few minutes ago, he might have been calm and would have squatted down like the Ming army.

But the shameless Ming army in front of him has already driven him crazy.

With a roar, he rushed forward and pulled away the shield in front of him.

Behind the shield was an extremely young Ming face.

The young man of the Ming Dynasty, probably about 19 years old, his eyes were round and abrupt, and he remained motionless.

Now his gun was pressed to the ground by the fallen Mongolian corpse, and he couldn't draw it even while squatting.

"Ming dog." Wu Tu shouted sharply, and stabbed him with a knife.

Hey, the bright boy reached out and grabbed the tip of the knife.

Blood gushed out suddenly, and the tip of the knife pierced into his right chest.

But he grasped it firmly with both hands, and Wu Tu's knife couldn't penetrate it completely for a while.

He stared at the young man in disbelief, and he couldn't even imagine whether these bright people were mentally ill, and they were all squatting on the ground right now, letting them be slaughtered.

But at this moment, he suddenly raised his head, and from the corner of his eye, he saw countless muzzles pointing at them.

"Not good." Wu Tu's ghost came out of his body.

"Bang bang bang" another round of guns fired.

Wu Tu was shot twice in the face in an instant, blowing his head off.

"Plop plop" the Mongolian soldiers in the Ming army fell to the ground first.

Then the back fell down in pieces.

Many Mongolian soldiers hadn't come yet, they were still on the opposite side of the pit, and they were also knocked down in pieces.

The gunfire reached the third row, and the casualties of the Mongolian soldiers were close to [-]. The corpses and wailing of the Mongolian soldiers were all over the scene.

Seeing Wu Tu being beaten to death again, I don't know who yelled.

"Run."

The Mongolian soldiers were finally defeated.

They all turned their heads and ran back frantically. Everything in front of them was simply a nightmare. This was a terrifying scene that they had never seen before following Da Jin in fighting for many years.

Everyone couldn't help but grow two more legs, and ran wildly.

But this time they were very close to the Ming army, and the gunmen in the fourth row, fifth row, and sixth row fired methodically in turn.

Farther away, Ding Yi's archers were shooting behind them.

And the way they escaped was full of various pits, and they couldn't run fast at all.

Rows of Mongolian soldiers were knocked down, screaming and crying.

The corpses piled up in many places, even affecting their escape route.

Seeing this scene, Ding Yi in the rear let out a long sigh of relief. Historical experience told him that any rout on the battlefield can easily lead to a large-scale fiasco.

　I was rewarded by the leader for the first time yesterday, and I was very excited for a while.Need to add more today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)