"The river goes eastward, and it leads dozens of people to drive this small boat with one leaf. It's no better than the nine-level dragon and phoenix palace, but it's really a thousand-foot tiger and wolf den..."

Yang Feng's roar suddenly sounded on the battlefield of melee.

The soldiers who shrank into clusters of terrified among the horses running by were calmed down all of a sudden.

Although they could not see the frontal general because of the cavalry and horses, the roar of the general proved that he was at the forefront with him.

This is enough.

For soldiers, this is the morale of the army.

Moreover, these soldiers soon discovered that the cavalry did not dare to actually attack them.

They crowded together like this, holding a turtle dove gun with a length of nearly seven feet after adding a triangular pyramid in their hands, which was enough for the cavalry to avoid it.

Although the spears in the latter's hands were all two feet tall, it was obvious that for the running war horses, the difference in length was still very dangerous. The result of the assassination was to stab an infantryman to death, and he also hit the outward triangular pyramids. Unless he slowed down and stopped and then went down to stab with his spear, there were officers in these clusters of infantry. The flags in the latter's hands were actually real spears, but they were just a small pennant for command.

Once the cavalry stops and stabs the spears, they can't stab these spears.

What's more, they also have muskets.

If you really want to stop, no one knows when the opposite side will spray flames, and then give yourself a fatal shot at close range.

So the running cavalry simply avoided it, rushed through the gap between these clusters of infantry, and turned behind to prepare for changing bows and arrows.

However……

Behind is the second infantry line.

Yang Feng really does not have the ability to let these infantry learn to mobilize on the battlefield in such a short time.

He can't play Gustav, Morris, or Spanish phalanx. All of these require a long time of training to complete the formation conversion of spears and muskets on the battlefield.

But a simple three-line array is not difficult!

The cavalry rushed over and bumped into the densely packed turtle dove guns behind.

Immediately afterwards, dense flames erupted, and in front of the line filled with smoke, one or two bullets swept across the cavalry in a hurry like a storm.

The cavalry was in chaos.

"...The water surging and mountains are stacked, where is the young Zhou Lang? I don't feel ashes, but I feel sorry for Huang Gai. The masts and oars that broke Cao were gone for a while, and the river water of the sword was still hot, so I can tell my love to be sad. This is not the river water, the heroic blood that cannot be flowed for twenty years..."

Yang Feng's roar continued to resound throughout the battlefield.

Amid the dense gunfire coming from behind, some bold ones began to reload ammunition among the shrinking infantry, and then fired at the cavalry in the chaos around them with their companions' shoulders as support. The shooting accuracy was extremely high at close range. With the gunfire, the cavalry in front of them continued to fall, and then more and more soldiers became bolder and began to join the shooting ranks.

However, the cavalrymen raised by salt merchants with high salaries were brave enough, and some of them fell into this fire trap would simply continue to rush forward.

But a large part of it rushed to the flanking forests.

This battlefield is filled with rivers and forests on one side. rushing towards the forest is equivalent to withdrawing from the battle.

The bravest ones continued to attack the second-line infantry, and the second-line infantry, like the first-line, quickly contracted into clusters with the captains as the center, and some bold ones were still shooting at the cavalry at the innermost point.

The cavalry rushed through them.

No cavalry will really hit you, and it is instinct to avoid it when facing a bunch of cold pyramids.

But behind are the third-line infantry...

Then the bravest cavalry also gave up on their continued attack, and their war horses could no longer have the initial speed.

"You see, victory is actually so easy."

Yang Feng, who was standing among a pile of dead bodies at the front, held his flag and turned to the soldiers who were still in a daze.

The latter is indeed confused.

They stood there and watched the dead cavalry corpses scattered around them.

Is this a win?

Is this the legendary terrifying iron cavalry?

"Remember, as long as you don't run away, the cavalry can't do anything to you. Their bows and arrows can't shoot the muskets in your hands. Their war horses will not know that there are countless spikes ahead and they will hit upwards. The cavalry's spears cannot compare to the spears of infantry.

You don't need to be afraid of them at all. As long as you don't run away, you will be the one who wins.

Let's attack them again!"

Yang Feng said.

The soldiers quickly separated and then arranged in a horizontal formation as they were originally.

"go ahead!"

Yang Feng roared with the flag.

Then he stepped forward...

The roar of shells suddenly sounded above his head, and then a shell fell in front. However, because the distance was too far, the bullets were insufficient to drive out some soil on the ground. At the same time, several shells fell, one of which was hitting the middle of the infantry, and the two infantry immediately fell down in the splash of flesh and blood, but Yang Feng continued to move forward with one flag and the other...

"The red cannons are two miles away. Even if the eight red cannons are given a quarter of an hour, they will only shoot less than a hundred shells. There will be no more than ten shells that can hit us. Why are we afraid of ten shells?"

He shouted as he walked.

The soldiers quickly calmed down and followed their commander with turtle dove guns. Even the commander was not afraid of these shells, so what were they afraid of?

They walked forward almost three hundred meters like this.

"stop!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Then the flag in his hand waved.

All the soldiers stopped immediately.

The enemies opposite them have opened fire. These are the infantrymen under Dong Chengqi, the general of Langshan Town. To be precise, most of them are temporary workers. Facing Yang Feng who is heading towards him, they are just using Franchise Tiger Squat Cannon Bird Guns or even various fire door guns to shoot at this side in chaos. But because the distance is more than two hundred meters, these weapons are more like to give themselves courage. Even the solid bullets fired by Franchise can not penetrate the solid shield in front of Yang Feng.

As for the soldiers under Yang Feng's troops, they will never be killed unless they hit directly.

In fact, there are not many that can be hit. These temporary workers may have shot more than ten times in total!

"Prepare!"

The flag in Yang Feng's hand is vertically up and down.

The turtledove guns behind them began to aim. The infantry who had experienced the battle aimed steadily. Their training level was far from the comparison between temporary workers. During simple training on weekdays, someone could hit a human-shaped target at a distance of 200 meters.

"Open fire!"

Yang Feng pointed forward in his hand.

All the turtledove guns behind him spewed out flames at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers replaced the new turtledove gun as quickly as possible and fired again. They almost didn't pay attention to their opponents, but just shot three rounds in a row towards the formation ahead.

Then……

Their enemies collapsed.

Yang Feng really couldn't train a real legion in less than a month, but it was even more impossible for these officials to take less than a month.

They were just temporary workers. They could only be defeated after fire was opened here. This was worthy of the little military pay they received. In fact, not to mention soldiers, even Dong Chengqi, the general of Langshan Town, fled under the protection of his personal soldiers. As a veteran, he actually did not count these infantry as soldiers at all. After the cavalry's attack failed, he was ready to defeat.

"Oh my God, are you just using such an army to resist the royal army?"

Yang Feng shouted with a very pretentious manner.

The soldiers behind him burst into laughter...

"Red Turban Army, attack!"

Yang Feng yelled immediately.

Then he raised his shield, carried the red flag and started running forward.

Behind him, the entire Fifteen thousand soldiers of the fifth town of Beijing Camp all shouted and started running wildly.

Countless red flags fluttered in the sky, like a red storm sweeping by.

Yang Feng, who was in the front, accelerated to the limit, and rushed straight towards the Longtan Inspection City like a running war horse.

The eight red cannons on the top of the city were also spraying flames, and he walked forward bravely as the dirt shot out by the shells.

The soldiers who watched this scene behind him were yelling like crazy, and they were also moving forward bravely in the splash of soil caused by the shells, but because of the speed difference between the two sides, the distance between them was also widening, but this made the soldiers even more crazy. They ignored all dangers and moved forward madly.

The red cannons on the city wall continued to fire, while the regiments using turtledove guns were also firing, and the shells and bullets were shooting at Yang Feng.

But he was as unscathed as God's help...

He is too fast.

These guns and cannons are not accurate at first, but they don’t aim at him. They just fight randomly and may even hit them.

But the more you aim, the more you miss the hit.

The Red Cannon was fired with fuses. The first thing before firing in this era was to pray to God and Buddha to bless me. Of course, I dare not use the ignition rod to poke it directly.

The mezzanine also has a great delay.

The result of truly aiming at a high-speed moving target is that it is simply not hit.

The distance of more than 700 meters was just over a minute for Yang Feng's speed. Those red cannons were not enough to fight the second round. He was in the attention of tens of thousands of people on the entire battlefield. One hand of the shield and the other hand of the red flag hit the city like a beast. Then the shield in his hand flew upwards and instantly hit the city. At the same time, he jumped up and directly hit the female wall with his left hand...

Inspection of the city.

That is, four or five meters high.

This height is just a bounce for him.

It can be said that in the blink of an eye, he stood on the city wall, then grabbed an unlucky soldier, blocked the bullets shot at him, and then smashed the dead body into the musket, turned around and rushed into the city tower as quickly as possible. A red-robed official happened to run down the stairs with a panic look on his face. He pulled it over and threw it out of the city wall...

"ah……"

The latter fell with a scream.

Yang Feng, who rushed up the city tower in a blink of an eye, ignored the soldiers who were so scared that they knelt on the ground and shook the red flag outside the city...

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Chapter completed!