Zhao Min's orders were concise and to the point, and even the most ordinary soldiers could understand them.
On the battlefield, the situation was urgent. Zhao Min no longer hesitated and immediately gave the order to advance.
With a battle line of several miles, it was impossible for these 25,000 soldiers to move in unison at the beginning. Zhao Linger, Zhao Min, and a dozen middle-level generals of the Ming Dynasty kept shouting, "Don't be fast, keep steady. Don't be slow, keep steady, keep steady..."
Zhao Min and others tried their best to make the battle line as neat and uniform as possible. Finally, under their desperate shouting orders, the 25,000 soldiers were barely able to form a straight line. They were wearing heavy armor and holding long axes, sweeping towards the main battlefield.
Of course, this scene could not be hidden from Altai's eyes.
"What's going on? Such a long and thin formation was penetrated with just one stab. What does the Ming army mean by this?"
"In such a national war, why did the generals of the Ming army adopt such a formation?"
The chief of the personal guards said to Altai: "Your Majesty, although we don't know why the Ming army has adopted such a strange formation, but in this national war, although we don't know what the Ming army wants to do, no matter what the Ming army wants to do, it is always right for us to stop them from doing it."
"How about I lead my personal guards to charge. The Ming army's long formation only has two rows of armored soldiers in the front and back. We can break through it with a little poke."
After hesitating for a moment, Altai shook his head and said, "Don't move yet."
"All the soldiers in our central camp have been deployed. What can your two thousand guards do on a battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people? Wait a little longer, our soldiers should be able to crush the Ming army immediately."
Altai ordered not to move, so the leader of the Royal Guards naturally said no more. Indeed, how much effect could two thousand people have on a battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people? The leader of the Royal Guards only said what he said just now because he saw that the Ming army's formation was too thin and he felt that he could gain some advantage.
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It took only a little over a quarter of an hour to cover a distance of three miles, and the long array of Zhao Min's 25,000-strong army arrived at the edge of the main battlefield. To be honest, the Ming army on the battlefield already felt a little shaky at this moment. They had been fighting for too long, and countless generals and Zhou Zhiruo and others had been exhausted for who knows how many times.
Zhou Zhiruo panted and thought to herself, "What does Zhao Min mean? Why hasn't she come yet? Such a brutal battle has rarely happened since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. We have no geographical advantage in this battle. If there is a rout on the battlefield on the river bank, there is a possibility of a chain reaction among tens of thousands of soldiers."
"If the Persians compress our front, if we are driven into the river, it will be all over."
However, just when Zhou Zhiruo felt a little scared, Yu Fei patted her shoulder gently and said, "Sister, look, Sister Min'er is over there, and our final attack has begun."
During the previous fight, Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful big eyes were stained with the blood of the Persians. She rubbed her bloodshot eyes vigorously, found a relatively high place, and looked carefully. Sure enough, she could vaguely see the strange-shaped military formation a few miles away.
But when she saw this military formation, her heart sank: "What does it mean? What is that idiot Zhao Min doing? Such a thin formation can be easily penetrated by a dozen people. What does she want to do? What is she thinking?"
"If her stupidity leads to the defeat of the Ming Dynasty in this battle, I, Zhou Zhiruo, will not forgive her even if I die."
Yu Fei on the side quickly comforted her: "Sister Zhou, you are worrying too much. Who is Sister Min'er? Since she dares to set up such a formation, it means that she knows what she is doing. Now that things have come to this, we must trust her."
Zhou Zhiruo took a deep breath, and after trying to calm herself down, she no longer paid attention to what Zhao Min was doing. At this point, she decided to do her own thing first.
In fact, it was not only Zhou Zhiruo and others who had doubts about Zhao Min's final attack. Many generals of the Ming Dynasty, even ordinary soldiers, had serious doubts about what Zhao Min was doing at the moment.
On the riverbank, near the water, was a pre-arranged resting place for the wounded Ming soldiers. By this point, tens of thousands of Ming soldiers were wounded, most covered in blood. They stared blankly at the thin, long square formation in the distance. They had fought on the front lines, severely wounded, and this was the only way they'd received such a final blow.
The wounded soldiers also felt a chill in their hearts. They had all been on the battlefield for a long time. As long as they were not stupid, they could see that this formation was the kind that could be penetrated with one stab. If it were not for the order to kill anyone who crossed the river before the battle, I am afraid that now, this group of wounded soldiers would be the first to rush back to the other side of the river.
Everyone was extremely disappointed with Zhao Min's final attack, but at this moment, the long formation as thin as a cicada's wing finally rushed onto the battlefield.
"Kill, Ming army soldiers, quickly go to the back and continue to form up."
"Hurry, hold steady, don't panic over there, slow down, they are too slow, hurry up, there shouldn't be too big a gap in the middle, we can't let the Persians break our formation."
"Hold steady, hold steady."
"Kill, kill..."
Zhao Min felt that she had never spoken so loudly in her life, and after hearing her shouts, countless Ming army soldiers subconsciously joined her formation. Those Ming army soldiers who had been fighting for who knows how long slowly formed the third row of armored soldiers in this battle formation that was about several miles long.
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In the distance, Altai's eyes were always fixed on Zhao Min's formation. He was a little confused, even now. He vaguely saw that the formation, which had only two rows of soldiers at the beginning, had slowly developed into a third and fourth row of soldiers. However, Altai just thought that this was because the battlefield was too small and the Ming army soldiers had no choice but to overlap. But about a quarter of an hour later, when he looked at the formation again, he was certain that the third and fourth rows of soldiers that appeared in the formation before were definitely not due to overlapping.
Because as far as Altai could see, there was an extra layer in almost every place where the Ming army fought.
Altai was a little panicked: "What's going on? What is the Ming army doing?"
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