They had only half the strength of the rebel vanguard, but the width of their crescent formation was not much less. The front was nearly sixty steps wide, but the thickness was only four rows.
Hua Zijian's face was gloomy. More than 200 people actually formed a偃月 formation, which clearly showed that they did not take the Japanese army seriously.
Although the Japanese soldiers were exhausted, they had nothing to fear when they were outnumbered and outnumbered!
Hua Zijian began to command the entire army to advance, preparing to force a crossing of the third stream.
When they reached the range, the rebels immediately launched the first round of arrows.
The front of their偃月阵 was 120 steps wide, and ten teams of more than 700 archers shot arrows at the same time, with an average of three arrows per enemy.
Li Yinhuan led his soldiers forward while raising his left hand. With the same movement, he took off the round shield behind him and held it in front of him.
Most of the incoming arrows were blocked by shields, while others were deflected by spears from the soldiers in the back row. The entire formation continued to advance without any pause.
It was also the偃月阵 (偃月阵), but the formation of the soldiers under Li Yaoshi looked as neat as if they were deployed, and the steps of the left and right wingtips were almost without deviation.
Every step taken by every soldier was as precise as if measured with a ruler.
It stopped steadily before the third stream, obviously not intending to let the rebels cross the river.
Seeing this, Yan Minshi immediately said, "General, we must fight quickly and decisively."
"The Ironclad Battalion is now completely submerged in water. If this continues for a long time, the Ironclad Battalion will be ruined!"
Hua Zijian nodded and immediately ordered the front army to attack.
Several large carts were pushed out from the center of the rebel army and lined up in a row.
The carts were loaded with large cowhide drums that were six feet in diameter.
Several strong soldiers raised their drumsticks, and the deafening sound of war drums rang out.
Ding Renlu rode his horse and shouted, "My men! Kill!"
The guards around him shouted, "Kill!"
The two phalanxes of rebels then rushed forward from the rear of the偃月阵, preparing to attack the enemy.
Then, Ding Renlu's men stared at the sparse rain of arrows, stepped into the third stream, and soon collided with Li Yinhuan.
The two groups of people collided in the stream, and blood immediately dyed the vision red.
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