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"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Following Xu Chengming's order, the cannons of the suppressing soldiers sounded loudly, and puffs of white gunpowder smoke suddenly filled the battlefield.

However, the rebels who were shot by the suppressing soldiers seemed to be standing still.

"Attack!" At this moment, Wukong shouted, and the five hundred elite rebels marched towards the Zhenjun soldiers in neat steps.

On the battlefield, both sides couldn't see clearly.

However, on the Yuejiang Tower, a group of people could see clearly and clearly this time.

On the Zhenyu side, about two thousand people disembarked and formed a three-level formation with their backs to the river.

The first level is three rows of bird gunners, which circle and strike.

The second level is composed of three rows of spear archers, passing over the first level of men and horses, and launching towards the rebel formation.

The third level is three rows of sword and axe-hands, holding swords, shields, axes and shields, watching eagerly, ready to pounce at any time to fight.

On the rebel side, Wukong was used as the arrow to form a sharp arrow array.

Compared with the cone-shaped formation, the arrow-front formation is sharper and longer, like a long arrow, so it is called the arrow-front formation.

The impact of its formation is more powerful, and the weaknesses of its two wings are also more prominent.

Although the Duke of Wei, Xu Yunjue, and the Duke of Bao, Zhu Guobi, had no actual combat experience, they were all generals and had some basic military knowledge.

They could see clearly that if the rebel army's Yafeng formation could not break through the Ming army's three overlapping formations, they would be defeated.

If the Ming army could break through three stacked formations in a row, eh, five hundred versus two thousand, one versus four, how could it be possible?

Just as everyone was shaking this ridiculous idea out of their minds, the rebels began to charge.

With five hundred against two thousand, we took the initiative to launch a charge!

"How dare you!" Not only were the "spectators" in the city dumbfounded, but Xu Chengming could not help but be shocked and angry.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The sound of birdshot and arrows resounded intensively.

The arrows hit the rebel soldiers like raindrops, either being bounced away or making no sound.

"Heavy armor, heavy armor!" Only then did Xu Chengming react.

He has been fighting in the south for a long time. Due to the climate, most of the enemies he encountered were in light armor.

Even the men and horses under Xiao Qinhu's command were mostly equipped with ordinary cotton armor, and the more sophisticated three-coin bird guns were completely enough to cope with it.

However, he never expected that Zhang Shun's personal guards would be an exception.

This is a carefully selected army elite, all of whom can wear heavy armor, mount a horse to ride, and dismount to walk.

"Change the formation, the second level comes forward, the third level prepares, the first level retreats behind!" Xu Chengming quickly ordered.

Don't be afraid. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, the Zhenjun soldiers have never been afraid of anyone.

Following Xu Chengming's order, the second level spearmen took more than ten steps forward, and then laid their spears flat to form a spear array like a hedgehog.

"Kill!" Facing such a heavily defended lineup, Wukong was unafraid.

There was only a loud shout, like a thunderbolt exploding on a sunny day, but the heavy guards took out a javelin one by one, and then threw it fiercely at the speed of sprinting.

"Ahhh!" The heavy javelin plunged into the spear array of the suppressing soldiers. Seven or eight soldiers were nailed to the ground on the spot, causing a commotion.

"Kill!" It was too late to say it, but it was quick then.

After Wukong and the others finished throwing their javelins, they took out their swords and sticks without even looking, and rushed forward with their thick armor.

I saw that Wukong took the lead, first opened the dense spears with a stick, and then stepped forward with a stick in his pocket.

A fierce suppressing soldier was unable to dodge, and his head was blown off by Wukong on the spot.

The other soldiers followed suit and put aside their spears one after another, rushed in and started fighting.

Some of the less skilled soldiers were hit by the spears of the suppressing soldiers. At most, a few pieces of their armor were broken, but there were no fatal injuries. They just went about killing people on their own.

The originally solid spear formation, as if made of paper, was broken through by the rebels headed by Wukong, and was directly broken into two sections.

"Axehands, axemen, fight!" Xu Chengming saw such a fierce opponent for the first time, and his liver and gallbladder were immediately split. He couldn't help but give the order loudly to relieve the tension, worry and fear in his heart.

"Well done!" Wukong had just killed the spear formation of the Zhenyu soldiers when he saw a group of swordsmen and axe-hands rushing towards them. He couldn't help but rush towards them again.

These axemen held swords and axes in one hand and shields in the other, forming a neat formation and pressing over.

If the rebels rush into the middle of the shield formation and remain still, the left and right wings will come around and attack the weak points on both sides of the rebels.

It's a pity that Wukong is a fool. How can he know any formations?

He saw the swordsmen and axemen of the Zhenjun soldiers coming towards him. He ignored it and stepped forward, striking the swordsman in front of him with a stick.

"Crack!" Only a crisp sound was heard. The shield of the swordsman was not broken, but the arm holding the shield was broken into two pieces by Wukong.

"Ah!" The man just had time to scream, but Wukong had already hit his head with a blow, and his head was smashed again.

"Kill!" Looking around, he saw that his general was so brave. He stepped forward bravely, clashed swords and sticks, and struck a miracle with his strength, injuring and killing the swordsman in front of him. He killed them all in a matter of seconds. through.

"Fire gun hand, fire gun hand!" Xu Chengming never expected that the rebels would come so quickly. The fire gun hand behind him had not had time to complete the formation, so he had to drive him up again.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" This gunman had never fought such a frustrating battle before, and he couldn't help but become red-eyed.

One by one, they abandoned their fire guns, pulled out the long Japanese swords from their teammates' waists, and rushed forward with strange screams.

"Dang!" The sharp Japanese sword hit Wukong hard, causing him to stagger.

However, he quickly hit them with a stick and smashed the heads of the gunmen to pieces like watermelons.

The others also followed suit. Relying on their thick armor, they did not dodge or close, and directly exchanged knives for knives. The gunman who only pierced the jacket was bleeding like a river.

"Is this going to end?" On the Yuejiang Tower, Wei Guogong Xu Yunjue, Baoguo Duke Zhu Guobi and others saw that the rebels were so ferocious, just like chopping melons and vegetables, killing the famous Zhenyu soldiers until their blood flowed like rivers. I was so scared that my liver and gallbladder were broken.

I knew there was a gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides, but I never expected that the gap between the two sides would be so big.

Everyone looked at the three-dimensional formation where the two wings were still aligned, but the middle was littered with corpses. For a moment, they could hardly accept this reality.

"Master, no, your highness, Wukong is here to revive you!" Just when everyone had not recovered for a long time, a voice suddenly rang.

Everyone looked back and saw that Wukong and the soldiers around him were like demons from hell, covered in red, white, and black, with a strong smell of blood that made everyone feel nauseous.

"Ugh, vomit, vomit!" Sure enough, bursts of vomiting sounds suddenly sounded.

Zhang Shun looked at the princes and gentry who had already been frightened out of their courage, and then looked at the Zhenjun soldiers who had fled back to the ship in embarrassment, and couldn't help but laugh.

To be honest, this time he just planned to shock these people. He never expected that the battle would be so beautiful.

The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is hot. Not to mention heavy armor, even ordinary cotton armor will be difficult to get into once summer arrives.

Unfortunately, Xu Chengming did not expect that it was winter now, and the rebels in the city were elites from the north.

By some mistake, the Zhenjun soldiers, who were only equipped with light armor and jackets, were massacred by Wukong and his men.