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At this time, on the east-west main streets running through the north and south gates, the fighting completely entered a fever pitch.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of "bang bang bang", the pikemen of the Changsheng Battalion, like a continuous red tide, kept sprinting towards the Houjin Cavalry amidst the familiar shouts of "Wan Sheng".

As for the Hou Jin Army, although the cavalry was powerful, due to the terrain, they could not make the horses reach the fastest speed. In addition, there were corpses everywhere on the streets, which seriously affected the pace of the horses. They could only rely on the rain of arrows.

Even after causing damage to the Ming army from a long distance, they did not dare to rush forward rashly.

Standing on Li Yuanqing's height, he could see the red torrent of Ming troops advancing slowly but powerfully against the snowy night, while the variegated Hou Jin army's battle array seemed to be beginning to wither, retreating steadily.

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At this time, behind the Ming army's battle formation, a team of about a hundred people was rushing over.

"Brothers, make way! Here come the pitching brothers!"

Some soldiers shouted loudly.

Although the pitchers are new troops of the Changsheng Battalion, their power has been verified under the earth wall outside Zhenjiang City. Although most of them are ordinary sergeants, they enjoy the treatment of small flags.

The men are no longer strangers to them, and they know that this is the general's newly formed ace team.

At this time, although the street was narrow, with the loud shouts of the officers from various departments, a small path was squeezed out in front that could accommodate one person.

Niu Gensheng personally led these more than 100 pitchers and rushed forward in a hurry.

These pitchers were all stout and covered in black things. They looked a little sloppy, but their steps were strong and their movements were very fast. Soon, they had rushed to the front and disappeared.

An auxiliary soldier hurriedly asked the commander next to him: "Master Li, these pitchers, what are they tied to? They look weird?"

This armor commander was just transferred from the combat ranks to the auxiliary army. Although he is called Mr. Li, in fact, he is less than 0 years old.

This is also the old tradition of Changsheng Camp, bringing the old with the new and integrating everything.

With the foundation of daily rigorous training, although these auxiliary soldiers have no combat experience, they are all led by veterans starting from the most basic armor commander.

In this cruel battlefield environment, the Changsheng Camp system is still strong. Even new recruits can only stand up and rush forward to integrate into the general trend!

Therefore, even though many people will die in this tough battle, for Li Yuanqing, he is not vain at all!

With his group of old brothers as his base, who is he afraid of compared to the violent soldiers?

At this time, looking at the auxiliary soldier who was more experienced than himself, the armor commander couldn't help but smile, "This thing, ah, this is a treasure! Huh! A mere dog Tatar actually wants to use a mantis as a chariot to block the progress of my longevity camp.

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During the Battle of the Earthen Wall, as a pikeman, he was right in front of the battle, so he could see everything clearly, and he also understood the power of the general's newly developed hand grenade.

As he said that, he suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, don't worry, you will know later. We will definitely win this battle!"

But just before he finished speaking, there was suddenly a popping sound in front of him, the popping sound he was most familiar with.

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Chapter completed!