Another type of iron armor is the type on the musketeer. This type of iron armor weighs 20 kilograms, which is different from the iron armor on the spearman. There is no armor below the arms and thighs. This is also improved by the last battle.

Because Lin Dong discovered that if the musketeer also wears armor on his hands and feet, it will not only affect the reloading speed of the musketeer, but will even cause damage to the musketeer's body, which is also related to the activities engaged in the musketeer army.

Looking at the rows of soldiers flashing metal torrents, the woman was shocked. What kind of army is this? The armor is so exquisite. This is really unprecedented. Judging from the degree of armor, even the border army is afraid that it will not be able to compare with the Anton army in front of her.

Looking at the armor on these soldiers, the woman believed that Lin Dong could win this battle for the first time.

In less than a stick of incense, all the soldiers were already armored. At this time, the army opposite was ready and walked towards this side with steps. Most of the rebels were refugees, so there was no strict formation. Thousands of people strode forward, some of them were fast and some were slow, which seemed a little scattered.

However, this did not affect the momentum of the crusade army at all. The team of more than 5,000 people lined up on the flat ground, as if a huge wave was slapped at this side.

Seeing so many rebels, the confidence that the woman had just built up was shaken again. Can this team of just over a thousand people really win?

Thinking of this, the woman's eyes couldn't help but look at Lin Dong. Lin Dong's eyes were brightly looked at the Chuangjun opposite him, and his expression was calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Seeing Lin Dong so calm, the woman couldn't help but turn red and said to herself: You are still too impetuous, that little thief is so calm, why are you worried about?

The distance between the two armies quickly narrowed, and soon they could see each other's face clearly.

At this time, a general in front of the rebel army rushed forward and asked, "Who is the opposite person? Why are you blocking my way?"

"I am Andong Army Lin Dong, who are you?" Lin Dong shouted coldly.

"Andong Army? Is it you?" The person who came was shocked, immediately pulled his horse and ran towards the army.

Shortly after the man returned, another general came out of the crowd on a tall horse shakingly.

"Lin Dong, you really don't go to heaven, and you don't want to go to hell. Since Fengyang parted, I have been looking for you everywhere. This time I finally met me." The man said with a laugh.

"Liu Zongmin?" When he saw the person on the other side clearly, his face changed slightly. This was his old opponent. A year later, his old opponent had become stronger.

"It's me that you won a lucky victory in Fengyang when you were not prepared. Today I will definitely get this game back. Lin Dong, today I will definitely take your life!"

Lin Dong sneered: "Liu Zongmin, you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue. With your mere 5,000 troops, you want to take my life?"

"What a big tone. Today I will let you see what a real strong army is." Liu Zongmin stopped talking nonsense after he said that, and immediately returned to the army.

Soon there was a drum sound across the opposite side, and the soldiers slowly moved forward.

Faced with the active attack from the Chuangjun, Lin Dong was not in a hurry at all, just looked at it with a plain face.

"Little thief, aren't you going to take the initiative to attack?" The woman saw Lin Dong's calm expression, and was already anxious. Although she was not a soldier, she still understood basic common sense. The initiative on the battlefield is very important. Once someone takes the initiative, the end of a battle is destined.

"No hurry, wait until they get closer." Lin Dong shook his head and said.

While speaking, the rebel army had already reached a distance of 300 steps from Anton Army. "Murderers come out!" Lin Dong ordered.

"Murderers are out of the list..."

The order was heard, and teams of musketeers emerged from the middle of the spear and formed a neat queue in front of the position.

"What are you doing? Do you want the musketeer to come?" Seeing Lin Dong sending the musketeer, the woman was so angry that she came. Shenji Camp was famous for being useless. Isn't this a joke that so many enemies actually let these wastes go?

"Is there any problem?" Lin Dong asked with a frown.

"Little thief, you won't know what the Shenji Camp is, right? If you let them take the lead, if there is a mistake and lose morale, there is no need to fight this battle." The woman said with a worried look on her face.

Lin Dong smiled indifferently and did not explain much. The reason why the other party said this was that she had never seen An Dongjun's musketeers, and she would know when the battle started.

Seeing Lin Dong sending musketeers, Liu Zongmin immediately burst into laughter: "I've said that what you made after so long hasn't seen you? It turns out that's it."

Lin Dong sneered and said, "Why say more? If you have the ability, come. Don't just shout like a woman."

After hearing Lin Dong's words, the woman beside her frowned and her face became ugly. Although she knew that Lin Dong was not talking about her, she always felt like she was pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey.

Liu Zongmin sneered, then waved his hand and ordered: "Arrow ready!"

Suddenly, a team of archers rushed out of the position, arched their bows and shot at Anton's army.

And Anton Jun seemed to be prepared for it. When he saw the other party pulling a long bow, he took out a shield from behind and pushed it on his head.

As soon as the shield was put on, the feather arrow shot over, and suddenly there was a crackling sound on the top of the head.

Soon a feather arrow was shot, but Anton's opposite side did not scream, and no one fell down.

"Damn it, keep shooting for me!" Liu Zongmin immediately said furious when he saw that the first round of feather arrows did not play any role.

"Swoosh swosh swosh swosh..." There were several more rounds of feather arrows.

However, the effect did not change at all. The Anton Army on the opposite side was still as stable as Mount Tai. If it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of feather arrows inserted on the ground opposite, Liu Zongmin even thought that nothing had happened just now.

Seeing that the feather arrows had no effect on Anton Army, Liu Zongmin's face became ugly. Could it be that Anton Army is really a devil? Could it be that they are really immortal?

"Retreat!" Several rounds of feather arrows did not play any role, so Liu Zongmin gave up his plan to use bows and arrows to destroy the enemy. Because the strength of the archer's wrist is limited, once more than a dozen arrows are shot continuously, the wrist will be removed and the archer will never be able to shoot again in a short period of time.

"Brothers, rush up and kill them all." When encountering such a strange thing again, Liu Zongmin was secretly worried, but he had no way out. As the vanguard of the rebel army, if he failed, it would definitely cause a huge blow to the morale of the entire army.
Chapter completed!