I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 349 Broken Spine
He had just taken a step when a spear from the back row stabbed out from the gap in the front row and pierced his calf exposed under the round shield. The armored soldier staggered and stopped. He roared like a tiger and swung his sword to slash the spear shaft below, cutting it off with one blow. Just as he was about to move forward again, a new saber-shield soldier quickly bumped into him, causing him to lose balance. The long spear from the back row quickly pierced his abdomen, and he fell powerlessly on the cold and muddy ground. When the long spear was pulled out, a large bunch of colorful intestines came out.
The close combat between the two sides entered a fierce stage at the beginning, and blood became the cheapest thing at this time, constantly spilling on the ground.
The commanders of both the Ming and Mongolian factions were watching the ever-changing battle line nervously.
The soldiers on both sides were holding their breath, waiting to see who could not bear the cruelty of close combat first and turned to flee, so that the other could follow behind and kill at will.

At the beginning, the Ming army relied on its strict formation and reasonable combination of long and short weapons to gain a great advantage and continued to reap the lives of the Mongols.

However, the Mongols, whose morale was inspired by religion and whose ferocity was aroused by blood, did not retreat at all and continued to attack the formation of the new army with their lives.

The new army had never experienced a major battle. After maintaining a strict military formation for a period of time, it was somewhat scattered by the fierce Mongols. In addition, the slippery ground caused the military formation to completely disperse. The two sides began to fight with the most primitive means.
Luo Erhu's spear was cut off by someone. Even if it wasn't cut off, without a complete formation, the spear wouldn't be of much use. He had already drawn his sword to fight. Later, he even lost his sword, so he used whatever he could find.
There was a fire in his heart supporting him, and with his regular training, the screams and smell of blood around him could not affect him.

His body was covered in blood, some from his enemies and some from his teammates, but not his own yet.

He saw two Mongols besieging a teammate, so he rushed over and collided with one of the Mongols. They both lost their balance and fell to the ground.
The Mongol swung his sword at him, but because he had difficulty exerting force, the blows were blocked by his armor.

His weapon had slipped from his hand when he fell, so he reached to his waist, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed the Mongol in the face.
The Mongolian also noticed Luo Erhu's action and grabbed his hand holding the dagger. The two sides wrestled in this way. Luo Erhu suddenly found that this extremely fierce Mongolian was so thin. His thin arms could not resist the strong Luo Erhu at all. Luo Erhu stabbed the dagger into his eyes little by little under the man's begging eyes.
Luo Erhu gasped for air while carefully avoiding being trampled by dozens of big feet. He then realized that the cold and muddy ground had become warm and slippery under the watering of blood. The ground no longer had the fragrance of the soil, but had become extremely bloody and pungent. His armor was already covered with mud and blood.
He knew that it would be difficult to stand up in such a chaotic situation wearing armor, so he lay on the ground, holding a knife in one hand and a dagger in the other, distinguishing the enemy from the enemy by the style of the boots, and stabbing continuously.
The black and silver dragons had completely blended together, one within the other. The slippery ground and the corpses on the ground caused both sides to fall repeatedly. In this situation, all battle formation techniques were useless, and both sides were fighting in the most primitive way.
The two sides were like rolling in the mud, fighting with whatever weapons they could find, and if none were available, they used their teeth and fists.
In this case, it's a test of strength and will.
After a period of stalemate, the new army gradually gained the upper hand.
The new army has better armor, which can reduce more damage. They also have nutritious and well-balanced meals and regular exercise on weekdays, which give the new army soldiers a stronger physique.

In contrast, the Mongolians had a very hard life on the grasslands. Most of them could barely fill their stomachs, and the extra calories had to be used for herding.
Therefore, the new army's soldiers were stronger and more durable than the Mongols.
The new army soldiers gradually discovered that the Mongols were as vicious as the legend said, but they were not as strong as they were.
All of this allowed the new army to gradually gain the upper hand in this melee...

The drummers on both sides were beating the war drums with all their might. The sound of the war drums was extremely dense, but more and more Mongols were awakened by this brutal battle. They were horrified to find that this Ming army was not as weak and timid as the Ming army they had encountered before. Instead, they felt a sense of fear in their hearts...

After losing their fanatical emotions and psychological advantage, more and more Mongols turned and ran away...

Dayan Khan ordered the supervisory team to kill the fleeing soldiers, but it did not stop the trend of defeat at all...

The voice of "Kill the Tartars!" gradually sounded, and tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, forming a loud slogan. In this atmosphere, Luo Erhu responded with all his might. He seemed to have endless energy and did not feel tired at all. He kept slashing with the long sword in his hand until the last Mongolian armored soldier fell down with wounds all over his body. The soldiers continued to slash and stab frantically at the wounded and corpses on the ground without stopping.

Several officers kept shouting loudly, and finally made these excited soldiers stop. The battlefield became quiet for a while, with only the wailing of some wounded soldiers of the new army.

Everyone was still immersed in the atmosphere of a bloody battle. Some people were looking at the corpses of various causes of death lying around them, while others were looking at their comrades covered in blood in a daze.

"Victory!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the eyes of the surrounding soldiers regained their luster and they shouted together.

They all seemed to have been holding their breath in the water for a long time and suddenly breathed in fresh air. They panted and shouted greedily, and they looked like evil spirits crawling out of hell.
The shouts of "Victory!" spread throughout the entire front and merged into a strong sound like a tidal wave. Everyone shouted with all their might in excitement.
Many soldiers squatted on the ground and cried loudly. They were not sad, but excited. In addition to the fact that daily propaganda indoctrination made them hate the Mongols, a sense of pride and honor arose in their hearts. They defeated the Mongols, who were feared by everyone, and the new army was the strongest army.

Dayan Khan stood there in a daze, his heart filled with despair. It was already like this, and he still lost the battle.
This battle wiped out the psychological advantage that the Mongols had built up over the Ming army over the past few decades.
Dayan Khan suddenly felt that this battle had broken the backbone of the Mongols.
(End of this chapter)