We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Li Che looked at the crushed Goryeo army with an expressionless face, with no mercy in his eyes.

This is a gap in technology and cognition, and no one is to blame.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten!

This is the iron rule summed up by the Chinese people through blood and tears.

Seeing that the enemy was in disarray, Li Che calmly ordered: "Order Wang Sanchun and Yang Xuan to move out and strangle the remaining enemy soldiers!"

"Yes." Qiu Bai and Ying Bu bowed in response, turned around and waved the signal flag.

Wang Sanchun kept an eye on his position in the formation. When he saw the signal flag on the command platform, he laughed strangely:

"Hehehe, it's our turn, little guys!"

"The Eastern Camp has had enough of the limelight today. It's time to let the Korean kid get a taste of Grandpa's sword!"

"Blow the charge, keep in formation, and follow me!"

After saying that, he held the big knife across his chest and rushed out first.

On the other side, Yang Xuan withdrew his gaze, crossed his left and right hands, and drew out two goose-feather knives that shone with coldness from his waist.

"Blow the horn and attack!"

A blood-red cloak leaped up from the air, and a graceful figure flashed across the snow like a ghost.

Beep, be ...

The familiar sound of the charge horn resounded throughout the battlefield. The Fengtian Army soldiers on both sides were in high spirits and roared as they charged towards the Goryeo Army that was already in chaos.

To fight such a favorable battle, there is naturally no need for elite troops or veterans.

The soldiers in these two battalions are basically new recruits from the Chaoyang Army, and most of them have never experienced battle.

Li Che's purpose was to train his troops, and this battle was also the first battle for most of them.

Although it was their first battle, there was no fear in the eyes of the recruits, only an eagerness to kill the enemy with their own hands.

As veteran soldiers, sergeants and squad leaders not only have to rush to the front, but also have to pay attention to restraining these fearless recruits at all times.

"Hold the formation, hold on! Er Gouzi, stop running so fast! Are you looking for death?"

"What did I tell you during training? When engaging the enemy, make sure you have your brothers on both sides! If you go deep into the enemy camp alone, you won't survive!"

"Fuck you! Even though I said that, how come someone else is still rushing so fast? Who is that guy?"

A new recruit replied weakly, "Sergeant, that man looks like our political commissar."

The squad leader choked and said, "What?! Political Commissar?"

"Fuck, Old Xing, slow down a bit! How can you, a guy with a pen, be crazier than us, the guys with knives?!"

"Hurry up, brothers, follow the political commissar!"

The Goryeo soldiers had just come to their senses from the artillery bombardment when they saw countless armored soldiers with bloodshot eyes and strange cries coming towards them like waves.

Wang Sanchun and Yang Xuan tacitly agreed not to use grenades. The purpose of this training was to train their troops and make sure every blow drew blood.

The shield soldiers were in the front, with their heavy iron shields closely arranged, forming an indestructible line of defense; the spear soldiers followed closely behind, with their long spears like a forest, flashing cold light and full of murderous aura.

"kill--!"

The Fengtian Army roared in unison, and the sound shook the earth.

The shield soldiers charged forward, their iron shields hitting the enemy's broken lines, catching the remaining Goryeo soldiers on the periphery off guard and sending them flying!

The spearmen thrust their spears through the gaps in their shields, splashing blood and causing bursts of wailing.

The remaining enemy troops tried to resist, but their formation had already collapsed and their morale was completely gone. They could only be forced to retreat like lambs to the slaughter.

Soon, the enemy's line collapsed completely.

The Fengtian Army began to frantically reap the lives of the remaining soldiers.

Amidst the flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers, blood splattered and screams rang out one after another.

The shield soldiers used their iron shields to hit the enemy soldiers, knocking them to the ground, and then the spearmen's spears pierced through the enemy's chests like poisonous snakes.

Some Fengtian Army soldiers even dropped their spears, drew their short knives from their waists, and rushed into the enemy group, slashing and killing crazily.

The leader of the Goryeo army tried to organize a counterattack, but it was too late.

His personal guards were forced back by the Fengtian Army's shield soldiers, and their spears pierced his mount, knocking him to the ground.

Before he could get up, he was surrounded by several Fengtian Army soldiers.

The commander drew his sword and slashed wildly with bloodshot eyes, which really frightened the surrounding Fengtian troops and made them dare not move forward.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The commander roared like a trapped beast, his eyes fixed on Jin Yihuan's deputy general at the front of the cavalry team behind him.

The deputy general seemed to notice something and looked in his direction, his eyes full of sorrow.

"Hahahahaha!" The commander laughed bitterly, "I will serve my country loyally and live up to my general..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a flash of a knife and his head rolled to the ground.

The last image that flashed through his mind was a female general with a cold face, who flashed past him.

. . . . . .

In the rear, the deputy general of the Goryeo army looked at the one-sided battlefield, still sitting on his horse motionless.

Hearing the screams coming from afar, the knight beside him showed a look of pity and said sadly: "General, can't we go up yet? Our brothers are about to die!"

The deputy general's eyes kept moving across the battlefield, and he replied coldly: "Our goal is not here."

"But......"

The knight was about to say something when the lieutenant suddenly raised his hand and interrupted him.

The deputy general's eyes flashed as he stared at a spot on the battlefield: "There's a gap, let's go!"

The chaos on the main battlefield just happened to open a path to the artillery position.

At this moment, the Fengtian Army was also defeated. It was impossible for them to use such terrifying firearms unless they wanted to fight with their own people.

Now is the best time to attack!

Thousands of cavalrymen witnessed the tragic plight of their comrades and were filled with anger.

The cavalry came like a hurricane, the sound of horse hooves shook the earth and raised a cloud of snow and dust.

Their eyes burned with vengeance, and the spears and scimitars in their hands gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

This cavalry was the elite of Kim Eui-hwan's headquarters and had swept through the Baekje and Silla armies in countless battles.

Now they vowed to avenge their comrades who had just been destroyed by artillery fire and rushed straight to the Fengtian Army's artillery positions!

Seeing the enemy's cavalry ready to die and charging towards him like sharp knives, Li Che also sighed.

"Although it is a small country, it is not short of loyal and brave people."

However, sighing is just sighing, and appreciation is appreciation.

Position determines everything. For Li Che, the land under his feet is his position.

This Liaodong land did not originally belong to these Koreans!

How can the rich plains of the Northeast fall into the hands of foreigners?

"Hua Ying!" Li Che gave an order.

A handsome young officer stepped out and said, "Your Highness."

"It depends on you, the Divine Machine Camp."

"Here!"