Just as the Ming soldier was happy, the Jiannu heavy armored soldier rushed forward sideways and knocked down a shield soldier. He used the same trick again, pulling away the shield and piercing the opponent's neck with his waist knife.
"If you can't kill him with one stab, stab him again!"
There is no sadness or mercy on the battlefield, only endless killing and bloody courage.
Both sides were blood-thirsty!
"Ah! My face!"
Under the siege of three or four people, a Jiannu heavy armored infantryman was finally stabbed in the face and fell to the ground with a scream.
Just as he was about to swing his sword, his right hand was pierced by a spear. The spear, with its remaining power, stabbed fiercely into the muddy road.
The spearman did not make the final move, not because he did not want to, but because another heavy-armored infantryman rushed over. He stretched out his right foot and kicked the Jiannu heavy-armored soldier's weapon away, then clenched his spear and looked forward.
The surviving Ming soldiers reorganized their formation and rushed towards the Jiannu soldiers.
When the Jiannu heavy armored infantryman lying on the ground was feeling lucky to be alive, his feet were suddenly grabbed by someone and his body was dragged away.
While he was being dragged, a Ming soldier holding a horse lance raised his hands high and smashed it hard on his head.
Phew!
Blood splattered and brain matter flowed everywhere.
No matter how thick the armor is, it cannot protect against injuries from blunt force attacks, not to mention that the Ming army attacked the face where there was no armor.
This soldier of the Eight Banners, who was fully armored and had fought on the battlefield for many years, had his head smashed into a pulp by a horse spear.
"Heh!" The two Ming soldiers who cooperated with each other tacitly spat fiercely at the corpse of the Jiannu, stood up and rushed forward.
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