Bullets are fools, bayonets are good men!

When Zhou Qingfeng raised his saber pointing in front, 900 fire bears immediately pulled out of the bayonet he was wearing and inserted it into the barrel holder.What could be killed first was the two platoons of spearmen who had been on standby behind the fire.

The three infantry phalanxes were staffed by 600 spearmen in charge of the melee.They wore breastplates and held spears in their hands, and followed Zhou Qingfeng in silence.Until now, at last, the moment of their fascination—when the sabre of light pointed out, was the direction in which they were killed.

The two sides are only 30 meters away.Under the blessing of the army of the grass-roots officers, the earth dragon rolls, the gusts of the wind.Two platoons of lancers came out, like the wind.Zhou Qingfeng hand saber, the other hand holding is the "wind cloud".At the urging of his spiritual strength, the assault soldiers were all doubled in speed, and they rushed into the array of the Korean 1000 team in between.

It was like a sharp blade stabbing into the throat of a dying animal and sending a blow to the extermination.

The three infantry phalanxes took the initiative to draw closer to 30 meters to fire, relying on the army platoons formed by high morale to resist the bombardment of enemy guns.After paying a small price, the enemy was severely damaged - the two Korean thousands of troops were defeated on the spot, hundreds of corpses fell in an instant, and the lucky soldiers immediately ran and ran, and the collapse of Hula.

But instead of waiting for the remaining 1,000 North Korean soldiers to run out of a few meters, the guards who had been able to keep up and watch the battle began to show their fierce killing ability.In the face of the enemy of the Ukrainian pressure, they are two steps is a reserve, and three steps is a spur.The two rows of spears turned forward, the enemy who killed screamed and howled, and the blood spread in the field.

In the face of this murderous, incomparable spear assault, the North Korean soldiers were scared in an instant.They had been killed by the fierce gun at close range, and now they only bowed their knees and begged for surrender.Because no matter how to escape, they have lost their fighting spirit, they have become powerless, their hands and feet are soft.

“What about the leading parties?”Zhou Qingfeng stood in the commando and shouted loudly: "Let those leading the road party go up and shout, kneeling to avoid death."All good cannon fodder and labor, and it's a shame to waste."

The spear-wielding thorns followed closely after the spear, only to find that they did not have a chance to pick up a leak.The spearman in front of him held back all day, and this would be killing desperately.The battle in front of us is the last glory of the cold weapon, the pride in front of the end - when the flange gun mass production, the fire rope gun will be eliminated, and the spear will become a fixture.

At this moment, every spear has a drop of blood on its head, and every spear hand has made a battle.By the time the brigade's staff and the Leading Party came to persuade them, the two Korean thousands of troops had been massacred.The rest of the people all knelt in a low voice and cried, the strength of the Guards, the courage, the heart of death, in just a few minutes to play to the extreme.

On the head of Zhenjiang City, North Korean Marshal Jiang Hong stood stunned by this curtain.He did not expect that the two thousand men who had sent himself to attack would be defeated in an instant.This is exactly the change that happened at the moment when the opponent’s master moved the flag forward – at that moment, the battle that could have been frozen became one-sided.

Although separated by hundreds of meters, Jiang Hongli still saw the brave impact of the three infantry phalanxes of the enemy.He couldn’t help but turn to Mao Wenlong and ask, “Who will the enemy master be?”

Mao Wenlong turned his head in amazement and thought, “Don’t tell me, you don’t even know who your opponent is for half a day?”In fact, he also expressed his consternation at the changes in the situation in front of him, and replied after two voices: "The detective who sent the war book said that the person opposite the commander was Zhou Qingfeng, the commander of the 'Revolutionary Army'."

Ah . . . . . Jiang Hongli was even more surprised, “Who is the leader of the flag?”

As the so-called "son of a thousand golds, sitting in the hall", how can a person who is in a high position fight in person?For example, this Jiang Hongli, as the head coach of North Korea, stayed in Zhenjiang City head safely and steadily - Zhou Qingfeng actually did not want to commit suicide, he was inflamed by the negative emotions in the army, and in the case of the lack of leaders under his hands, he would proudly stand on the front line to lead the team.

To put it bluntly, Zhou Qingfeng also bullied his opponents without guns.Just the fire rope gun, with his defense and the number of the prayer, did not care about the opponent's attack - another gun enemy came out, he absolutely shrank behind and dared not rush out.

For Jiang Hongli's question, Mao Wenlong could not answer.Ming Ting's understanding of the military strength of the "Revolutionary Army" is extremely limited, and his understanding of several generals of the generals is almost zero.

Ming Ting had trouble knowing the names of the tall cattle and Wu'an, and was still contemptuous of the young people of these two.But in the blink of an eye, all the original commanders of the Guards were kicked to become battalion commander.The newly promoted battalion commander is unknown to the outside world.

The commander of the recent attack Shandong is the former and Zhuo - and Zhuo shot the chickens and dogs hit in Shandong, and no one can compete.She is still a woman, and the outside world is very puzzled.

"Probably this anti-thrabster's vanguard general."Mao Wenlong is not sure either.

The first two thousand teams were finished, half dead and half captured.The thousand team that was rounded was beaten violently, and there was no way to fight again in a short time.Jiang Hongli with more than 10,000 horses, but the real soldiers are about 8,000, this blink of an eye will break three thousand - do this again, how to fight behind?

It looks like a killer!

“Take my Korean town artifact out.”Jiang Hong stood up for a high drink, and all the North Korean generals around him were shocked.The panicked atmosphere was quickly calm.The hope of victory rose again in all, as if some decisive force was about to emerge.

Soon the soldiers carried out several large iron boxes with wheels.The appearance of this thing has a fine engraving pattern, with a honeycomb-like hole, and looks like a rocket.

With this thing on the field, the North Korean army even cheered, and the low morale was restored.Some North Korean generals even took the initiative to call for war, saying that they would personally use this town's artifact to defeat the opposite Ming Guo anti-thrabster.

Hundreds of meters away, the soldiers of the Guards quickly took control of the prisoners of war and lined up again.Although they also had dozens of casualties, the attack was an incredible victory relative to the fierce losses of the enemy.

Zhou Qingfeng ordered a small number of spearmen to bind the captives one by one, and he once again commanded the square array team.At this time, the rear snails generally rubbed the battalion of artillery finally came up.The mule horse of the gun was not strong, and the last section was even carried by artillery manpower.But as soon as they arrived, they first transported all six guns of the three infantry battalions.

Seeing the artillery that was exhausted but still desperately assembling the artillery and beginning to build the position, and then look at the few horses that were tired to the four-footed softness and were about to fall.Zhou Qingfeng only silently said, "Our stele is not good enough."

Modern humans are accustomed to the so-called "high-headed horse", but the ancient Chinese horses have been lacking good breeding, and Mongolian horses are widely used.This horse is gentle, hard-working, and well-fed.However, it is small, light weight, and low load capacity.

Riding a Mongolian horse is not powerful enough, it is not good to say it is like riding a big dog.It is a grass-roots horse, suitable for expeditions but not suitable for short sprints, and not suitable for rough terrain.

This is a big project, and it’s not possible to fast forward.Zhou Qingfeng can only write down first, deal with the immediate battle - the artillery is in place, and there are three infantry battalions in the back.Zhou Qingfeng has already defeated the opponent's three thousand team, he is no longer afraid of the enemy can turn out what new tricks.

At present, the location of Zhou Qingfeng is also seven or eight hundred meters from the small castle in Zhenjiang.Zhou Qingfeng decided that the three infantry phalanxes would continue to advance to a distance of 500 meters.Next, he did not intend to shoot with infantry queuing, heavy artillery came up and shelled - the number of enemies is quite large, but if the six short-barreled guns continue to shoot, it is not difficult to defeat them.

Cannon assembly, position construction, all of these take time.Zhou Qingfeng looked at the sky and allowed the three infantry phalanx to take turns to rest in place, eat some food and water, and restore some physical strength.After the artillery is on the field, the infantry will be much easier, there is no need to make them too tired.

As Zhou Qingfeng prepared for today's final blow, the North Korean army on the other side began to take action again.Their original stubble troops gathered outside the city were rearmed again, and three or four thousand troops were in formation, and it seemed that they would have to fight against the phalanx of the Guard again.But this time they seem to learn a little, line up into a cross team and then kill it immediately...

“What do these idiots want to do?”Zhou Qingfeng pulled the single-telescope and saw several North Korean thousands of troops before the queue seemed to have several kinds of tanks.To say that the chariot is not like a chariot, but like a gun.But like a cannon, it is another iron box on wheels.

What is this?

“What about the leading parties?”Zhou Qingfeng looked around, "Let them come up and recognize, what is that strange thing?" 」He was looking for the North Korean books.

These leading parties are happy to be able to work for Zhou Qingfeng, and they have reported to him on two days that they will repay the "Revolutionary Army" once they return to North Korea.Now Zhou Qingfeng handed them the telescope to see, and pointed to the strange things in the distance.

“God’s arrows!”A few North Korean students shouted at what they saw as a shocking thing."This is the secret treasure of the Korean royal family, the infinite power of the town artifact.This power of God has destroyed the heavens and the earth, and thousands of troops and horses cannot resist.Hurry up, come down, and it will be over by one more step later.”

Several leading parties used pompous words, horrifying expressions, and surreal physical movements to constantly express the infinite power of this "God's arrow" to Zhou Qingfeng.They even fell on their knees in a hurry, tugging on Zhou Qingfeng's thighs and begging for bitter advice, for fear of flying in the next second under the attack of the town's national artifact.

“I shouldn’t have asked these idiots.Ask and ask in vain.”The mountain is a headache.If these leading parties were still a little useful, he really wanted to cut off their heads.“No matter what the age, these are extremely inferior and arrogant guys.

Transforming the culture and ideas of the Korean nation and injecting them into the strength and strength of my Han civilization is a long-term task!”

Zhou Qingfeng was still Tucao, and what "God's Arrows" opposite them actually opened fire!

Shit... what did these idiots do?Are they here to make me laugh?

Thank you for the greatness of my parents, thank you for the wisdom of my parents who have shaped my soul, and most of all thanking my parents for making me a rich second generation... not a different rich second generation, but I am really a rich second generation.The latest work of the urban veteran author Mid-Autumn Yueming's "I am a rich second generation" is being launched!It is hotly on the shelves ps: a pair of rich opera parents, fancy poor son.Look at the life of a poor man.)