Zhao Yu was carrying a super tremendous amount of divine power, and held the 550-pound iron cone in his hand, which was roughly similar to an ordinary person holding a wooden stick, without feeling heavy at all.

He was clever and carried hundreds of kilograms of iron cone, just like an elephant crossing the river, and went lightly, in the thick, but not without being light and agile.

The elephant is heavy, but when crossing the river, the mud by the river cannot sink into it. It has a natural charm of lifting weights and lifting lightly.

Far outside the city, at the foot of the mountain, there were fires and cannons rumbling. There were firearms and beans that exploded, and arrows were like rain. After a moment, the group finally arrived in the military formation.

A general came forward and led Hong Chengchou to the front of the formation.

Zhao Yu followed the side, passed through the numerous military formations, and came to the front of the formation, but saw that he had not yet fought head-on. A shield chariot in front of the formation raised a large shield, protecting dozens of cannons. A gunner was operating, either using iron brushes to clean impurities in the cannon barrel or filling shells, and he was very busy.

There are also two wings of the cannon formation, including crossbowmen, the sword and shield hands. The crossbowmen are half kneeling on the ground and shoot upwards. The sword and shield hands use the shield in their hands to protect the crossbowmen.

The Tartars on the mountain are not good people who can't fight back. No matter how much artillery fire rumbling down the mountain, arrows are still falling like rain on the mountain.

Huang Taiji came here to check the military situation of the Ming army. He was all in cavalry and had never carried artillery fire, but was a little passive. Fortunately, he was condescending and it was already night. Although the artillery fire of the Ming army could suppress the Tartars, it could not cause too much casualties.

As for the Ming army's crossbowmen, they could only act. Zhao Yu had extraordinary eyesight and clearly saw the arrows shot out by the Ming army's two square formations, and most of them fell on the hillside.

It seems like a waste, but when you think about it carefully, it is also a prudent move.

It was the night when the Tartar cavalry came and went like the wind. In addition, they were in a high position. If they suddenly rushed down from the mountain, they would probably not be able to resist it. So they made the crossbowman send arrows to rain, thinking that they would block it.

Although the combat power of the Ming army was corrupt and those generals were old, they still had experience after all.

Hong Chengchou rode his horse in front of the formation, looked around, and took a thousand-mile mirror to look up the mountain. It was just that the night was hazy and it was hard to see clearly.

Putting down the Qianli Mile Mile Mile, Hong Chengchou nodded slightly satisfied.

He said to the left and right: "Intensify the offensive and force Huang Taiji to withdraw his troops."

He also said: "Send the sword and shield to protect the Shenji camp, touch it from both sides, and put pressure on the Tartars."

The left and right immediately received the order and went to the message.

Hong Chengchou said to Zhao Yu again: "Sir Zhao are at ease. I want to force the slave chief to withdraw his troops and drive him to the direction of Jinzhou. Then ask the hero to attack outside Jinzhou and kill Huang Taiji in order to defeat his morale."

Zhao Yu looked up at the mountain and nodded expressionlessly: "As long as you can kill Huang Taiji, I will be dispatched by the supervisor tonight."

It can be said that in addition to revenge, he will contribute to the shaky Han court.

Zhao Yu sighed slightly in his heart.

Hong Chengchou was even more happy.

He had planned to hide it from Zhao Yu, not to let Zhao Yu kill Huang Taiji first, or use false information to drive Zhao Yu to kill other Tartar generals, and then kill Huang Taiji again at the critical moment.

We must use Zhao Yu to the extreme to determine the victory.

But later, after thinking about it carefully, if someone like Zhao Yu was tempted by him, it would be fine at the beginning. But after all, he would react. If he didn't work hard at that time, or if he settled the score with him after the war, he would have to catch him blindly.

What's more, after a detailed discussion with Zhao Yu, I saw that although this man disdained the court, his tone also had the slightest sense of regret that he would not be able to make a strong man. There was always a sense of righteousness in his heart.

It is better to be upright and upright. I believe that with the character of such a person, there will be no trouble.

Sure enough, Zhao Yu had seen through his thoughts and Ying Nuo allowed him to help.

Hong Chengchou was a little grateful.

Zhao Yu concentrated on his mind, his eyes were like pearls in the night, staring at the mountain. Looking at the figure of the man, he secretly estimated it in his heart.

The Tartars were used to being violent, and more importantly, Huang Taiji combined 5,000 elite soldiers. Even if they wanted to retreat, they would not run away like a stray dog.

Zhao Yu secretly tightened the iron cone in his hand, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Shenji Camp is the firearm unit in the Ming army. When Hong Chengchou ordered it, he saw about two thousand people on both sides, carrying short sticks, carrying firearms like swords and shields. Under the protection of teams of swords, shields and hands, he hugged and quietly touched the mountain.

However, before I reached the hillside, I heard the rumbling horse hooves ringing.

Zhao Yu was excited and thought to himself that Huang Taiji was indeed powerful. But at this time, the cavalry charged!

The mountain is not high and cannot be considered steep. This side facing the slope of Songshan is quite gentle, with few obstacles, and does not hinder the cavalry's charge very much.

The Shenji Camp on both sides had not yet rushed to the hillside and had not yet reached the range, and there was a stern cavalry of about a thousand people on both sides rushed down.

Huang Taiji used troops and knew the principle of avoiding the real and turning the false. He would not rush down against the artillery fire in the front. He was condescending again, looking around and listening to the six directions, but he didn't know the Ming soldiers sneaking up on both sides?

Just as he was about to use cavalry to repay the Ming army.

In the Shenji Camp, the sword, shield and hands are at the bottom, and the Tartars riding on the top. In comparison, the former is at an absolute disadvantage. The cavalry rushed from top to bottom, and in just a moment, they rushed to the front.

The Shenji Camp and the Knife and Shield Hand were shocked and did not make any counterattacks, so they collapsed. The Tartar Spirit Cavalry crossed and crushed two bloody paths on both sides of the hillside!

Hong Chengchou sighed slightly and said to the left and right: "Blade, shield, gun, spear, and spear in front, archers and crossbowmen, firearms and soldiers in the back, form a formation to meet the enemy. The horse team is on the side, and you can wait for military orders at any time."

So when the formation changes, there are swords, shields, spears and spears, and the crossbows retreat slightly, forming formations on the two wings of the cannon formation. The horse team wanders near the left and can rush to kill at any time.

However, the military discipline of the Ming army was not strictly enforced, so this change of formation seemed a bit messy.

Hong Chengchou couldn't help but shook his head slightly, but he was helpless.

No matter how strong the generals are in command, but the soldiers are not qualified, what can I do?

Seeing the shadows, the Tartar cavalry rushing down the mountains on both sides were almost at the foot of the mountain, like mudslides, shocking and unstoppable.

The swords, shields, spears, and spears who were standing in front of the military formation were all devastated. If there were no generals and the supervisory team to suppress the war, they would probably have disbanded.

Zhao Yu saw it clearly and couldn't help but shake his head slightly: "Where is the army, it's clear that there are chaotic people."

Hong Chengchou listened in his ears, his face burning like fire, but he couldn't speak.

Zhao Yu lifted up the iron cone that was stuck on the ground and said, "Supervisor, the army must not be in chaos and morale must not be lost. Otherwise, the Tartars will retreat calmly, so why should they pursue it?"

Then he stepped out and said, "I will go to the left first, and the supervisor on the right will block it first, and wait for me to defeat the Tartars on the left, and then come and deal with them."

Hong Chengchou couldn't help but say: "The guns and arrows in the chaos are eyeless..."

Zhao Yu waved his hand: "I am invulnerable to my own swords and guns, so don't worry the supervisor."

Hong Chengchou fitted the generals beside him, all stunned. He looked at Zhao Yu with one step, carrying the big iron cone, and then rushed to the left formation in a few breaths!

It is obvious that one person is like a mountain, and his back gives people an extremely heavy feeling.

Zhao Yu rushed to the front of the formation a few steps and collided with the Tartar cavalry who had just rushed down the mountain and rushed to the front of the formation!

There was only a muffled sound in my ears, and then an explosion occurred. With the figure as the center, within three meters of the radius, dozens of cavalry and cavalrymen fell to the ground with a bang!

Within one meter, more than ten cavalry turned into meat paste. Within one meter and three meter, the cavalry and war horses were all bleeded by the shock, and fell to the ground, rubbing the ground and crashed into the Ming army's swords, shields, guns and spears.

For Zhao Yu, using a knife, sword, or even a spear, can't exert a body of divine power. Only like the big iron cone, a hammer, or other heavy weapons in his palm can he exert his power to the fullest!

The cone was swung and smashed hard. It was fast and powerful, and it didn't require too many skills. It was just a smash, and then a shaking sound was added. With a loud bang, it broke through the air and caused a terrifying wave of air!

It was like a hundred kilograms of explosives exploded, so terrifying!

The air waves were rolling, shaking the heart and lungs, and the iron cone directly hit the ground, and the people and horses were shattered. Then the air waves were lifted, and the shock waves were like shock waves, shaking the cavalry within three feet of the surrounding area to the ground, bleeding from seven orifices!

Three meters away, the air waves stopped for a while, so some cavalry were not severely damaged, but they were also crooked and twisted, and they were in chaos with the cavalry rushing behind and could not charge.

With just this attack, the entire battlefield seemed to have been paused!

The 1,000 Tartar cavalry rushed down from the left, with a cross-section of only three or four feet. I have to say that the elite Tartar cavalry warriors rushed from the mountain at night, and the formation was not chaotic, and it was still roughly a front arrow formation.

If there were no Zhao Yu, just the cavalry's attacking arrows would lead to chaos in the Ming army.

But when encountering Zhao Yu, the advantage becomes the disadvantage.

Each of them was a big iron cone, like a rock, blocking the charge of the Tartar cavalry! It was also like a dragon and snake flowing against the Yangtze River, facing the torrents caused by the cavalry and rushed forward.

After a cone, Zhao Yu's short jacket was shattered by the air waves, revealing his body cast by iron and copper. However, he did not stop at all. He took a step and passed three feet away. He swung the iron cone and another blow!

The iron cone breaks through the air, like a cannon, and the air waves roll!

The Tartar cavalry is like the meat on the chopping board and the lamb to be slaughtered, so fragile!

The battlefield on the left was quiet. The guns stopped ringing and the arrows stopped flying. All the Ming soldiers turned into fools, staring at Zhao Yu in a daze, like a murderous machine, sweeping against the current!

It is said that this big iron cone is indeed better than a battle knife. You don’t care about anything, just swing it and smash it. One blow is three feet, one thousand cavalry, connected into a line, how many three feet are there?!

Hong Chengchou rode on the horse, twisting his beard tightly, and his whole body trembled. It was not afraid, it was shock or excitement!

At this moment, he wanted to laugh three times and shouted, "God helps me!"

He believed that Zhao Yu was very powerful, with thousands of heads and a large iron cone of 550 kilograms supporting it. But he never expected that a person could be so fierce!

Where is this still a human?
Chapter completed!