The spear formation surged forward with the steady cries of the soldiers, fiercely stabbing at the enemy like a forest of spears.
The Jurchen barbarians who could stand close to the formation and shoot arrows were all absolute elites. At the very least, they were Niu Lu's white-armored soldiers, and there were even Niu Lu soldiers wearing two or three layers of heavy armor leading the troops forward. Their arrows were ineffective, and the spears on the opposite side stabbed at them like poisonous snakes.
Under the strengthening of the formation, the tip of each spear emitted a green glow. After withstanding the enemy's close-range heavy arrows, the soldiers in the formation immediately burst with courage. They already understood that they didn't need to be afraid, so they only needed to be brave.
"Brothers, let's go and string the Kennu into a bunch."
The rows of spears suddenly stabbed forward, and the Jurchen barbarians standing a few meters away couldn't dodge in time and were instantly pierced through. The sharp tips of the spears pierced through the leather and cotton armors, pulling the close-fitting clothes of the barbarians and stabbing them into their bodies.
The sudden stab was like a surging wave, advancing row after row. With every step forward, the barbarians standing in front of them all fell to the ground or retreated in fear.
The Jurchen archers were quickly wiped out, and Saharén, who was behind them, had already rushed forward with his troops. The general holding the axe roared angrily and swung his axe, and a wave of black light streaked through the forest of spears. Several spears were cut off by him, and the light continued to advance, cutting down several soldiers in the front row in one breath.
A soldier's arm was cut off at the elbow, and a large bloody hole appeared in the armor on his chest, from which blood kept flowing out. He immediately fell to the ground, supporting himself with his broken arm. However, his other hand was still tightly holding onto his spear, maintaining a slanted forward posture. The spearmen in the back row passed the fallen soldier and shouted as they stabbed at Saharén.
Saharén swung his axe again, and several spears arrived in front of him. Before he could retract his axe, the spiritual energy protecting his body was quickly being consumed, and the sound of metal colliding came from the heavy armor on his body. He had used all his strength in that strike just now, fully expecting to cut down a large number of soldiers, but only a few soldiers in the front row fell.
So what if the front row fell? The soldiers in the back row surged forward fearlessly.
"These guys' armor is too good." Saharén was furious. He swung his axe again, but the defense of the formation in front of him became even thicker. He used all his strength to chop down, but he felt even more sluggish, and his strength decreased even faster. This time, he cut down fewer people. The people in the third row surged forward again. One spear after another pierced forward fearlessly, as if they had gone mad.
Sahar felt a sharp pain in his chest. Only then did he realize that the spiritual energy protecting his body had been worn out. The three layers of armor he wore had also been pierced into pieces. A long spear had already found an opening under his ribs and pierced into his bronze-skinned and iron-boned chest.
At the same time, the Jurchen infantry that followed Saharian also used their spears and broadswords to hack at the Imperial Guards. Both sides were fighting with their lives on the line, exchanging spear for spear.
This exchange showed the difference between the two sides.
Most of the Jurchen soldiers trained their muscles and bones, so they were strong and powerful, and every strike was terrifying. But their opponents were protected by the formation, and all of them were wearing heavy armor. If the Jurchen soldiers wanted to kill, they had to use all their strength, and they had to aim at the vital points. If they attacked the chest and abdomen, which covered the largest area, then most of the hard work would be in vain.
On a dark snowy night, the Jurchen barbarians would not be able to calm down and look for the enemy's vital points when they were suddenly attacked. Even if someone aimed at the vital points and attacked, the other side would have already stabbed two or three times. At the moment of life and death, attacking a few more times would be enough.
On the side of the spear army, all the soldiers had trained repeatedly, and they had also gone through at least one simulation in the martial arts chessboard. Relying on their good armor, they attacked with all their strength according to the requirements of the usual training. Although their individual strength couldn't compare to the Jurchen elites, as long as they stabbed their spears, the other side's armor wouldn't be able to take it.
Even if they were fighting with their lives on the line, the Imperial Guards still maintained their momentum.
At the most intense moment of the battle, the exchange ratio between the two sides was close to one. At the start, when Saharén had come up, the Kennu soldiers had even had the upper hand. But the situation at the scene was that the Imperial Guards were constantly advancing. Although they could only advance one step at a time, although each step caused a comrade to fall, although each step was accompanied by hoarse battle cries and warm blood, they were still advancing.
An Imperial Guard squad leader clutched his abdomen and collapsed, blood flowing through the gaps between his fingers. His breastplate had been pierced open by a valiant fellow on the other side, and his intestines flowed out through the gaps in his armor. He knelt on one knee with his head lowered, but his hand gripped his spear tightly, refusing to let go.
Pairs of woolen leather boots stepped under his lowered eyes, and the battle cries of his comrades never stopped. He raised his head with a grin and saw a bald Jurchen barbarian with braided hair kneeling on the ground opposite him. His opponent was lying on the ground with dead fish eyes, and his abdomen, chest, and neck were all pierced open. Blood spurted out from his carotid artery, and he couldn't even cover it up.
"Hahaha …" Seeing his opponent killed by his comrade, the dying Imperial Guard squad leader laughed happily. He mustered the last of his strength and shouted, "Brothers, go, skewer the Kennu soldiers!"
Huff … Huff …!
The battle had reached its climax, but the morale of the Imperial Guards was still high. The enemy's valiance and desperate fighting did not deter anyone. They did not turn and flee like the Ming army, who had no status and were like beggars. The sacrifice of their comrades and the smell of blood awakened the bloodlust hidden in the depths of their hearts.
On the contrary, Saharén's subordinates kept retreating. Even if they performed extremely well tonight, quickly regrouping in the snowy night, and didn't show any weakness in the face of a strong enemy, they couldn't change the fact that they were surrounded and in a desperate situation. An infantry company with spears came from both the east and west sides of the village, and they forced their way in, stabbing them until they cried for their parents.
After losing more than fifty people, Saharén found that not only was he unable to break out of the encirclement, but he was also killed into the village. The village was run through by an official road, and the battle was carried out on this narrow official road.
In the battle just now, Saha had killed several enemy soldiers, but he had also suffered some injuries that were neither light nor heavy. But what shocked him was that after a few rounds of fighting, the Jurchen soldiers around him changed three or four times. It wasn't easy for them to go up with him, but in the blink of an eye, another wave fell. Another wave went up, and they died together with the soldiers on the other side.
These Hans weren't afraid of death.
After a few rounds of fighting, Saharian had no choice but to withdraw his formation and reorganize his troops. He ordered the dozens of Jurchen cavalrymen behind him, "Charge, charge, charge! Even if we die, we must break through those Hans on the other side!"
The Kennu on horseback roared as they charged forward. One of the spear platoons on the other side had already suffered heavy casualties. Two of their platoons had died, and almost all of their soldiers were dead. But after this platoon retreated to regroup, another platoon took its place. Stepping over the corpses of their comrades and enemies, they formed a tight and compact formation as they faced the charge of the Jurchen cavalrymen, gritting their teeth and fighting to the death.
The Jurchen cavalrymen also realized the predicament they were in, and the few at the front were even more determined to fight to the death as they charged forward. They intended to use their galloping horses of several hundred jin to knock away the spear formation of the Imperial Guards. Only by knocking them away would they be able to make use of their formation, and at the very least, they would have a way to escape.
"Steady!" The leading officer saw through the other party's intentions and shouted: "Spear formation, hold it down!"
The spears on their waists were quickly lowered, and the spearmen even used their feet to step on the spears, using their bodies and spears to form a humanoid formation. The officer in charge of the formation hurriedly gathered all the defensive spiritual energy in front of the formation to defend against the charge of the enemy cavalrymen.
The collision between the infantry and the cavalry was extremely fierce. The horses were unwilling to charge forward against the spears. The Jurchen cavalrymen had no choice but to blindfold the horses with cloth. When the horses crashed into the spears with great momentum, even with the defense of the military formation to mitigate the impact, the spears still broke, bounced, and flew away one by one.
When the horses collided with the formation, the soldiers at the front all had their bones broken, and they fell to the ground, unable to get up. The horses at the front were also pierced through by the spears, and they cried out as they died. The cavalrymen on horseback were sent flying by the collision, falling to the ground in a daze, and some even had their necks broken on the spot.
The desperate collision of several Jurchen cavalrymen played a significant role, as the newly formed infantry platoon with spears were immediately broken. More than a dozen Jurchen cavalrymen charged forward, swinging the weapons in their hands as they tried to widen the gap in the formation.
In the darkness outside the village, Ye Na anxiously asked Zhou Qingfeng for help: "I'll go up and block that gap"
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head: "No, let them block it themselves"
"You're just going to watch those soldiers die like that?"
"I can't keep an eye on them, they'll have to face this sooner or later. These are all new recruits, recruits who have only been training for 4-5 months. I want to know if they have the ability to withstand the desperate charge of the enemy elites, and even more so, I want to see if the commander under me can stop them in time. Tonight's battle is a graduation exam, and only the victor can leave the exam hall. "
While he was talking, Gao Daniu had already led his platoon forward. This officer, who was proficient in using spears, led the troops in front, thrusting his spear at the enemy cavalrymen like a venomous dragon. He didn't say much, only repeating one sentence: "Brothers, go, tie the Kennu into a bunch of skewers!"
The battalion commander personally came forward, and the scattered pikemen quickly regrouped. The formation lit up again, brighter and denser than before. The Jurchen cavalrymen couldn't run fast in the midst of the corpses on the ground, and even though they slashed with all their might, they couldn't stop the spears that were stabbing at them. The dozen Jurchen cavalrymen were in a difficult situation, and soon, their horses were the first to be injured, and they were the first to be knocked off their horses.
The gap was sealed, and the cries of 'tie the Kennu into a bunch of skewers' could be heard. Zhou Qingfeng's heart was finally at ease, and he ordered Ye Na: "Alright, go and help them. Reduce the casualties of the soldiers. I'll go to the medical center, there were quite a lot of casualties today, and we should save as many as we can. "
Ye Na was a little dissatisfied, and she asked: "Are you done with your exam?"
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