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

"Demon...Demon God, that man is clearly an invincible demon god!"

"Why should we fight against this kind of guy?"

"Can he really be defeated?"

Low whispers spread among the Japanese army, and fear completely overwhelmed the soldiers, including the samurai who believed in the so-called Bushido spirit.

No matter how Kaibu Munemasa roared, he even whipped the retainers around him with a horsewhip and shouted curses.

Even if they were beaten to pieces and bleeding, no one dared to step forward to challenge the unparalleled warrior.

Wang Sanchun reined in his horse and stood in front of the battle formation, looking at the silent Japanese army opposite. At this moment, he finally understood.

"Pooh!"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and said with a mixture of laughter and tears:

"Damn it... After all this time, it's not that I've gotten stronger, it's just that these Japanese bastards are just too fucking weak!"

On the other hand, the Fengtian Army was also dissatisfied with Wang Sanchun's behavior of killing one kid with one knife.

Why?

Because beheading a general is the greatest achievement in the army. Whether it is beheading a general in a fight or taking the head of an enemy general in a chaotic battle, it can affect the direction of the next war.

Logically speaking, this system is very reasonable, but it just happened to encounter this group of weirdos called Xiao Rizu.

Wang Sanchun killed several generals one by one with his sword, as if he was stuck in a bug. If he continues like this, he will probably become the best in the army.

Of course everyone is not happy about this. You, Wang Sanchun, can't eat meat while we can't even have a sip of soup, right?

So they all asked for a fight, and even Wen Zaiyin secretly touched the sword at his waist.

I, Old Wentou, have some knowledge of the six arts of a gentleman. I may be able to perform some tricks against these dwarfs!

On the high platform, Li Che had a panoramic view of all of this.

At first, Wang Sanchun thought it was absurd and funny to see him killing the generals so easily. But as the Japanese generals were killed as easily as chickens and dogs, the smile in his eyes had disappeared without a trace.

Kaibu Munemasa's clumsy delaying tricks had made him lose his last bit of patience.

What is that old thief waiting for?

Whatever he was waiting for, it was time to end!

Li Che stopped watching the farce-like battle and raised his hand to stop the generals:

"Okay, a bunch of disabled people, still rushing to bully them, do you have any ambition?"

Then he looked at the messenger beside him and said, "Tell Wang Sanchun to withdraw and the entire army will attack!"

Once the order is issued, it must be enforced.

Woo-woo-woo-!

The majestic horn sounded, turning into a roar that tore through the battlefield.

The scarlet Feng Wang battle flag was waved forward vigorously by the flag-bearing officer, and the huge formation of the Feng Army was activated like a precise gear.

Wang Sanchun turned his horse around and returned to the formation. Generals such as Yang Xuan and Xue Wei had already returned to their positions and were riding their horses towards the preset command positions.

The messengers were like arrows shot from a bow, shuttling between officers at all levels, and the orders were quickly delivered to every phalanx.

The formation used by the Fengtian Army was very special. It was not the traditional formation of infantry phalanx in front, bows and arrows in the back, and cavalry guerrillas.

Instead, the musketeers were divided into a line formation with four rows of soldiers, with the infantry behind the musketeers and the crossbowmen further back.

This is actually a unique tactic of the Fengtian Army invented by Li Che with inspiration from modern European line infantry.

The musket is a direct firepower and can only exert its power when placed at the front. Four rows of soldiers take turns firing to ensure continuous firepower.

If the enemy wants to break through the formation, the musketeers will retreat, the infantry will advance, the archers in the rear will simultaneously attack the enemy with indirect fire, and the cavalry will move around the wings looking for opportunities to fight.

Even if the musketeers were accidentally approached, they were not afraid. The musketeer weighing more than ten pounds was a hammer in terms of weight, and a gun with a bayonet. The well-trained musketeers were by no means lambs to be slaughtered.

Boom! Boom! Boom, boom, boom!

The formation was gradually deployed, and it was not the officers' roaring that coordinated this huge war machine.

Instead, it is a passionate and majestic song with a specific rhythmic drum beat.

The drummers beat the huge war drums with all their might, playing the "Feng Wang Po Zhen Yue"!

Each drum beat precisely corresponds to the musketeer's actions of loading, raising the gun, and shooting.

The entire line of muskets, like a sophisticated killing machine driven by drumbeats, marched forward firmly to the rhythm of the drumbeats.

The distance is getting closer.

Beside the line formation, a Fengtian Army officer, holding his command knife, gave orders to the beat of drums:

"Forward! Get ready—"

"First row! Fire!"

boom!boom!boom!boom!

After a deafening volley of gunfire, white smoke filled the air instantly.

The dense lead bullets were like the scythe of the god of death, sweeping towards the front row of the Japanese army hundreds of steps away, who were trying to form a formation in panic.

Men and horses fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, and the Japanese army collapsed in front of the formation in an instant.

"Second row! Move forward! Fire!"

The first row of musketeers quickly stepped back to reload, and the second row seamlessly moved forward, raised their guns, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Another round of deadly volleys, and the Japanese army fell down in groups like cut wheat.

The screams were drowned out by the deafening sound of gunfire and drumbeats.

"Third row! Move forward! Fire!"

"Fourth row! Move forward! Fire!"

Four rows of musketeers, under the command of the passionate drum beats of "Feng Wang Po Zhen Yue", took turns raising their guns, stepping forward, and taking aim and shooting.

Before the smoke had cleared, deadly lead bullets were whistling in again. The intervals between shooting were compressed to the extreme, and the firepower was almost continuous.

The front line of the Japanese army's formation was like being cut off layer by layer by an invisible giant hand, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and corpses piling up.

The soldiers huddled together in fear. Their shields were like paper in front of the powerful flintlock rifles, and their spears could not reach the enemy at all.

Behind the Japanese army, Kaibu Munemasa's face was as pale as paper, with cold sweat on his forehead.

The foot soldiers were like driven lambs, struggling in vain and falling under the Fengtian Army's endless hail of terrifying bullets. The entire line of defense was on the verge of collapse.

Every round of gunfire was like a death knell in his heart!

He was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, and kept looking back.

The group of priestesses just kept dancing, as if the battlefield in front of them had nothing to do with them.

Kaibu Munemora was disheartened and his face was full of despair.

He paid a huge price, offered precious sacrifices, and was willing to bet everything on it.

Why hasn't the thing you asked for come to you yet?!

At this moment, a drop of cold water fell, and Kaibu Munezana's cheek felt cold.

He was startled and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek.

Then, the second drop, the third drop... sparse but cold raindrops began to fall from the lead-gray sky.

It hit the hot armor, the dry ground, and the thick smoke, making a slight "hissing" sound.

Kaibu Munemasa suddenly looked up at the gloomy sky.

More raindrops fell, getting denser and faster!

coming! finally come!

What he asked for, what he waited for, what he paid any price for!

rain!

A torrential downpour!