Watching the Persian army's final attack, even the lowest-ranking Ming army officers and soldiers were nervous and blood-thirsty.
Under the cover of their own soldiers shooting arrows, they lit the gunpowder bags and ran towards the Persian army.
Then, he threw the gunpowder bags into the Persian army formation with force.
Accompanied by the sound of explosions one after another, the Persian army's formation was instantly blown apart.
A neat military formation is the key to victory on the battlefield. If the formation is blown up, although the Persian army is still advancing, their pace and offensive will naturally be slowed down and disrupted.
In the rear, Altai in the central army camp naturally felt nervous after seeing this scene.
Since the Ming army began its expedition, until a while ago, when his own saint was abducted again, he learned that the Ming army actually had such a killer weapon. If he had known that the Ming army had such a killer weapon, he would have to adjust the strategic plan. However, when he discovered this thing, the decisive battle was about to come. In a hurry, there was no room for adjustment.
"He rushed forward and crashed into the enemy."
Altai muttered a few words under his breath.
That’s right, even though the Ming army’s gunpowder bags disrupted the Persian army’s formation, the Persian army still charged forward, but this charge did not defeat the Ming army in one blow.
From this moment on, the battlefield became more chaotic, and the shouts of killing became more frequent. Not only were the Ming army soldiers eager to fight because they had no way to retreat, but even the Persian soldiers showed unprecedented courage, because this battle was too critical. If they lost, their country would be destroyed. Under such pressure, who would not fight to the death?
On the battlefield, Zhou Zhiruo and others swung their swords and knives. Every time they swung their weapons, they could take away a Persian life. Countless souls died under the sword of the Heavenly Sword, and her blue and white long skirt had long been stained red with blood.
They had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, but at this moment they seemed to be tireless and had endless energy, because they all wore the halo of glory of the Ming Dynasty on their heads. Zhou Zhiruo, Yu Fei, and many of them had witnessed the Ming Dynasty grow from a state and a city to its present state. They would not allow their country to fail. In their eyes, or in the eyes of every ordinary Ming soldier, they could only die in battle, never be defeated.
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Looking at Zhao Min's side, just after the Persians launched their final attack, the river crossing led by Queen Zhao Linger began.
At this moment, almost everyone in the Ming army camp was about to join the battlefield. Even Li Yao, Zhu'er and other useless people were about to prepare to cross the river.
Zhao Min once advised them to stay in the relatively safe place on the river bank, but Zhu'er said that there were only a few Ming army soldiers left on the river bank. Although it was not a battlefield, it was not as safe as being with the soldiers and sisters. If Sister Min'er really did not let us cross the river and instead abandoned us, a group of useless trash, here, she would be truly harming us.
After hearing this, Zhao Min naturally stopped insisting. Although Zhu'er and Li Yao were people with little cultivation, they were the women of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty after all. As the women of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, they had the spirit of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. How could the fighting on the battlefield scare them?
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The place Zhao Min chose to cross the river was about three miles away from the main battlefield on the river bank. The two pontoon bridges there had already been built. Although the pontoon bridges could only allow soldiers to cross one by one, the Ming army soldiers were orderly and moved quickly, so the speed of crossing the river was not slow.
But Zhao Min was still a little dissatisfied with the speed, which was not slow to begin with: "You bunch of bastards, haven't you eaten? Can you hurry up? Are you also so slow when you are having sex with your own wives?"
Zhao Min couldn't help but curse a few times, but her curses not only did not make the Ming army soldiers angry, but even made some of the bold ones laugh out loud.
Zhao Min was originally a Mongolian and was used to being generous. She also knew that these rough guys in the army would not care about these words. To a certain extent, these words would instead bring her, the commander-in-chief, closer to the lower-level soldiers.
However, it was a good thing that Zhao Linger, who had already crossed the river, did not hear what she said just now. Otherwise, her queen would probably say that Zhao Min was shameless. She was already a married woman, so how could she say such shameless words in front of the soldiers.
Looking at Zhao Linger who had already crossed the river, she now knew Zhao Min's plan. After knowing Zhao Min's plan, she also made the final blow to this battle, and thus had absolute confidence in the victory of the entire battle.
Zhao Linger was busy directing the soldiers to form a battle line. At this moment, the formation of the Ming army soldiers was a very strange formation. It was not a square formation but a long strip formation, three or four miles long. Zhao Linger planned to line up 25,000 soldiers in a row, with only two teams in front and back. The two rows of soldiers in the front and back rows either held long axes or spears.
Zhao Min planned to use this formation to sweep the entire battlefield. When the soldiers in this formation arrived at the battlefield, they could defeat the Persian army along the way while gathering other Ming army soldiers on the battlefield. In this way, they could thicken their own formation from two rows of soldiers to three rows, four rows, and finally, gather all the Ming army soldiers fighting on the battlefield together. In this way, they could present a long military formation of tens of thousands of people. Who could stop such a military formation wherever it passed?
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More than half an hour later, just when Zhou Zhiruo and the others were exhausted from fighting again and felt they were about to collapse, Zhao Min's 25,000 elite troops finally assembled.
Zhao Min also raised her voice to the highest volume; "Soldiers, take care of your positions, no one is allowed to go fast or slow, you are all elite soldiers wearing armor, holding long axes and spears, whether we can win this battle depends on you."
"Get in line, everyone. The Persians can no longer mobilize more troops to stop you. We must sweep the entire battlefield with this formation. Remember, any Persian soldiers you meet along the way must be killed without mercy, but when you see your own soldiers, you must shout to them to continue to line up behind you. Only in this way can our military formation become stronger and stronger."
"Do you understand?"
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