Prince Chongzhen

Chapter 52: Bamboo Breaking
In the battle, the enemy was discovered before they could seize the gate, and the surprise attack had lost its surprise;
Retreat, they have already climbed the city wall, and with their strong fighting power, they may be able to kill their way through.

For Duoduo, attacking and retreating each have their pros and cons and it is really difficult to make a decision, but the soldiers on the city have no other choice but to fight to the death and kill the enemy.

Just like Wustu, he sneaked to the foot of Yingtian City carrying dozens of kilograms of equipment, and climbed to the top of the city with only a rope. Even though he has consumed a lot of physical strength now, he can only maintain a very high attack frequency while avoiding the poles and pushes.

This is how it is on the battlefield. No matter if you are the Buddha or a god, if you show any sign of weakness, you will become the target of concentrated fire in an instant.

However, he was not worried about what would happen after he ran out of energy, after all, the hundreds of people behind him had already started climbing the city.

As long as fifty or sixty of them can come up, even if their fighting power is slightly weaker, it will be no problem for them to occupy this section of the city wall and buy themselves some rest time.

The only problem now is that these guys are too slow. The reinforcements of the defenders have already entered the city, so why are there only a few of them coming up?
"when!"

Wustu used his arm armor to block a blow coming from the left, while at the same time he stabbed the long sword in his hand directly at the Ming army soldier in front of him who was raising his sword to chop down.

Then he turned around suddenly, and the long sword not only broke the body of the Ming soldier, but also cut out a semicircular cold light.

"Bang!"

Although the attack launched by the Ming army had greatly weakened in strength, Ustu still felt a churning in his chest and abdomen.

But if he hadn't taken this blow, how could he have forced back the enemy behind him?

Although the defenders' counterattack was still disorganized at this time, after the initial panic, they could finally see some signs of the government troops.

Naturally, Ustu and the others would need to expend more energy to deal with the continuous attacks.

But this is nothing. How can you not get hit a few times in a battle?
What's more, they were protected by armor, and it was difficult for the defenders to cause actual harm to them with their rough tactics.

"Array! Array!"

At this time, there were bursts of shouting outside the battle group. Wusitu took a look and saw that the Ming army captain was organizing the battle in the back.
Military formation?

In Ustu's eyes, such things were not even as good as children's play, but it was still a bit troublesome to allow them to do what they wanted.

However, the "military formation" was still outside the battle group, and it was too easy to break it up.

"Come over there from behind! Ustu, come with me!"

This sound not only made the Qing army move, but also attracted the attention of the Ming army.

Li Chaodong looked in the direction of the sound and saw a team quickly gathering in the battle group several feet away.

He knew very well that the Tartars were going to use their absolute strength to break up his formation before it was completed.

Although he had thought of the Tartars' response as soon as the idea first came to his mind, being able to think of it is one thing and having a way to respond is another.

It was impossible for the soldiers fighting alone in front to stop this elite heavy armored infantry. The only thing he could do now was to arrange the formation as quickly as possible before the Tartars arrived.

"grown ups!"

A voice drew Li Chaodong's attention back to the "military formation" in front of him. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who spoke was the little flag that he had kicked on the night His Highness entered the camp.

"It's too late, why not retreat now..."

Before he could finish his words, Xiaoqi felt a chill in his abdomen, followed by a severe pain that made him groan.

When he looked down, he saw that the captain's sword had sunk deeply into his right abdomen.

"for?"

He grabbed Li Chaodong's collar with his hands, obviously not understanding why a simple sentence could lead to a fatal disaster. "Puff!"

As the goose-feather knife was pulled out, the small flag fell to the ground like a deflated leather bag. Li Chaodong glanced at the expressions of the soldiers in front of him and shouted sternly: "Anyone who retreats in battle will be beheaded! Anyone who disturbs the morale of the army will be beheaded!"

I don't know if it was the reminder of these words or the shock of the sword, but the soldiers, who were still shocked, gathered together again.

Seeing that the army formation was taking shape a little faster than before, Li Chaodong felt relieved, but only a moment later he heard Wu Changrui's voice coming from the battle group.

"My Lord! Hurry up!"

When he looked in the direction of the sound, he saw Wu Changrui holding a nearly two-meter-long pole in his hand and constantly disturbing the Tartars in the distance, while the person who was still standing in front of him was almost the same as the Tartar.

At this time, Wu Changrui had already greeted all the female members of Qianhu's family.

Originally, the reinforcements should have joined forces with those on night duty after they climbed the city walls, but who would have thought that the damn Li Chaodong would actually stop them and have them form a battle formation far away!
He used the pole to accurately tap the sword of a Tartar. After Lao Wang escaped from the Tartar's attack range, Wu Changrui turned his head to look again.

At this time, the army formation had blocked the entire section of the city wall tightly, and Li Chaodong was already standing in the first row.

"My parents and my wife are all in the city. We have no way to retreat! Advance!"

At the command, the army formation, which was only in shape, began to move slowly, and Wu Changrui and others also made way with a sense of relief.

Seeing this situation, Ustu no longer cared about this remaining army.

He took a sudden step forward and became the arrowhead of the cone formation together with the man, while the others also adjusted their positions accordingly.

For Ustu, such smooth changes of formation were just commonplace.

If you can't even achieve this level, how could you be selected as an elite by the prince?

"Prepare!"

When they were still six or seven steps away from the enemy formation, following the shouts of the Ming army captain, more than ten spears stretched out from the gaps in the army formation.

The formation was tightly packed, like huge waves sweeping away sand; the tips of the spears flashed coldly, as if ready to choose someone to devour.

If someone else came here, they might be frightened by this scene and retreat repeatedly, but who is Ustu?

They were the elite among the Eight Banners, the kind of people who could walk around on a mountain of corpses and bathe in a sea of ​​blood.

In his eyes, the tight formation was nothing but a result of poor training, and the faint flash of cold light was just a preparation before the battle.

"prick!"

When they were still three or two steps away from the army formation, the centurion shouted loudly.

Spears suddenly stabbed out from the back row, as if anything blocking the way would be pierced through; the sword and shield men in the front row also lowered their bodies slightly and raised their shields, ready to block the impending attack.

Li Chaodong was greatly pleased with such cooperation. He felt that the training in the past few days was not in vain.

But what puzzled him was that the two Tartars in the lead not only did not show any intention of dodging, but instead rushed forward suddenly and ran straight into the tips of the guns.

Is this Tartar stupid?
Even if the tip of the spear cannot pierce the armor, if it really hits him, his momentum will inevitably be damaged. How can he then break up the army?
Ustu was certainly not stupid. When the tip of the spear was still several inches away from the armor, he swung his left arm, not only pushing the spear aside, but also pulling away the shield in front of him.

"puff!"

Under the swordsman's surprised gaze, the sharp sword chopped directly on his neck.

The formation is broken!
(End of this chapter)