National War (6)

Wang Laoshi took two battalions of musketeers and hurried to Huangyeling in a four-wheeled carriage. The official road connecting the forts under the wheel of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info was built in the Tang Dynasty, and flourished as an important troop transportation route during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. With the decline of the Great Song Dynasty, this official road became increasingly dilapidated. The pavement was potholed, and the carriage almost jumped with every step forward.

"This damn way!" Wang honestly beat his waist and eyes, and his mouth scolded and cursed intermittently. Since Zou Huan's strategy of using the musket battalion to rescue the emergency, he has not slept soundly for a day. For several days almost all the rest was done in the carriage, and during the day he was removed from one hill and at night he had to be driven to another.

Zou said that this was to make it unclear to Boyan how many musketeers were waiting for him behind the mountains, and to confuse the enemy's judgment. And Wang Laoshi believes that this plan not only confused the Yuan army, but also fatigued himself. If you continue to be "confused" like this for a few days, you don't need to be beaten by the Mongolian warriors, and the brothers will be tired and tired.

Complaining is complaining, and he still has to complete the task to the letter. Who made him now a famous 'iron-blooded centurion' in the Broken Army, even if he is ten times tired, he can't smash his own signboard.

"Report!" A war horse came galloping, and the soldiers of the Broken Army on horseback shouted at Wang Laoshi: "General Qiqi Wang, the people's army on Huangye Ridge is almost unable to hold on." Zhang Erzhai asked if you can go up quickly......"

"Quick, it'll overturn soon!" Without waiting for the soldiers to report on the enemy's situation, Wang Laoshi interrupted him unceremoniously, glared at him and replied, "What about Wang Haiqing, the master of Dazhai, didn't he pat his chest and promise Lao Tzu that with him, Huangyeling would be solid?" ”

"The lord of the village, the lord of the village was hit by an arrow in the chest this morning and carried to the medical hall under the mountain! The Tartars attacked fiercely, and the entire Huangye Ridge was now able to pick up a knife......." The soldier lowered his head, his expression a little gloomy. The relationship between the Broken Army and the various Civilian Armies was very harmonious, and every Broken Soldier who was sent to the ranks of the Civilian Army to assist the other party in holding on was warmly welcomed by the heroes of the Green Forest. After more than a month of fighting, a deep friendship of life and death has been formed between the two. Seeing those heroic hot-blooded men fall one after another in the attack of the Yuan army, the soldiers felt very uncomfortable.

"Half of the people in each car got out of the car, and those who stayed in the car accelerated forward. The people who didn't have a car ran forward, and the carriage returned to pick up people as soon as it got to the place! Wang honestly looked at the signal soldier with red eyes, and decisively gave the order.

The musketeers, who were drowsy in the bumps, immediately cheered up, and three people jumped out of each carriage full of six people, and the load was reduced by half. The owner of the car waved his whip, and the carriage rushed towards Huangyeling at a gallop. The soldiers who remained in place quickly formed a line under the organization of the junior officers, and ran forward after the dust brought up by the wagon.

The long stalemate made the Mongolian warriors very anxious. The Mongol army had very little money, and both generals and soldiers had to go to the enemy's cities to rob them if they wanted to make a fortune. And this time he went south with Boyan, and the cities he passed through were either already owned by Dayuan and could no longer be robbed. Either the captives gave it up, except for the dirty stove and the black hole well, all the property that could be taken away was hidden by the southerners, and the Mongol warriors who rushed in rushed to catch nothing.

"Kill it, kill it, break through this mountain, Yun and Yuan Erzhou will not seal the knife within three days!" Thousands of Ulan households shouted loudly in Mongolian. The defenders on the hill were clearly at the end of their crossbows, and there were fewer and fewer steel crossbows in the feathered arrows they shot, and few of the people who stood on the front line to fight the Mongol warriors were still wearing expensive chain mail.

This shows that the broken army left on the Yellow Leaf Ridge is about to be exhausted, without them as the backbone, although the courage of the civilian army guarding the mountain is admirable, but the fighting skills and tactical coordination are not on the same level as the Mongolian warriors.

"If you break through the Huangyeling position before sunset, among all the Mongolian generals, I will be the first one to successfully break through!" The low-hanging fruit made Ulan's head hot, and his steps became faster and faster, and before he knew it, he had run into the range of the defenders' bows and arrows.

"Whoosh!" A strong wind blew in, and Ulan instinctively tilted his body. Cold arrows grazed his cheek, pinning one of his own soldiers to the ground.

"Kill, kill all these Nanban!" Ulan shouted angrily. Two or three feathered arrows staggered, and the arrows did not leave him. The pro-soldiers blocked left and right, paying the price of two lives to pull the boss back from the brink of death.

"Kill ......" Ulan's voice was a little hoarse, and his body was clinging to a protruding rock, and he didn't dare to show his head again. The Mongol warriors under his command were overturned by this rain of arrows, and the entire offensive came to a halt.

"Archers, archers!" Ulan screamed at the waist of his neck. More than 100 Mongolian archers, led by the centurion, ran forward with cats on their waists, taking advantage of the surrounding terrain to hide and return fire.

Feathered arrows flickered in mid-air, and the monotonous sound of metal breaking through the air was interspersed with the screams of the soldiers on both sides after being hit by the arrows. After more than a dozen rounds of mutual fire, the feathered arrows shot on the hillside slowly thinned out. Although the defenders had a geographical advantage, they were far behind in terms of accuracy and speed of shooting.

"The last hundred-man team rushed up first, and he picked the armor and weapons on all the dead bodies first. The most beautiful woman in Yunzhou City was given to him as a slave! Seeing that his side had the upper hand, Ulan immediately raised the reward specifications. This reward is more practical than not sealing the sword for three days, breaking through Huangyeling and entering Yunzhou City, if the people escape like Shanbei Town, the samurai will not be able to grab any benefits. However, the armor on the soldiers of the Broken Army who died in battle is a treasure close at hand. With such a set of treasure armor, not only does the chance of returning to the grassland alive to enjoy happiness greatly increases, even if he doesn't wear and sell it to the Nayan people in the north, he can exchange it for more than a dozen good horses.

The Mongol warriors jumped up from behind the rocks and trees and rushed forward. The archer, on the other hand, does not fire, waiting for the defender to jump out of his stealth and become his target when the defender can't stand the pressure.

More than a dozen soldiers of the Nationalist army wearing cloth armor raised their swords to meet the Mongol warriors, but before they could engage the opponent, they were shot by archers. A black mist immediately enveloped their eyes. Smearing poison on bows and arrows is the preserve of the Mongols, a tradition that has never changed from Mobei to Jiangnan.

"Grandma's!" The general of the People's Army who led the team shook his body and could no longer stand firm. The steel knife in his hand "dang chang" sounded, and fell to the ground with full of unwillingness.

The Mongol warriors who rushed forward were overjoyed and sped up and ran towards him. The generals of the People's Army swayed as if they were drunk, stumbling against the steel swords of the Mongol warriors. Seeing that he was about to be chopped into a pile of meat sauce, he laughed and opened his arms.

On the broad chest, black blood trickled down the shaft of the arrow. It's not just rudimentary armor that has been stained red with blood. There were also two grenades that had been grazed with fuses.

"Boom!" After a loud bang, several Mongolian warriors and Great Song Haojie who rushed to the front turned into the same pile of flesh and blood, and they couldn't tell who was the Southern Barbarian and who was the first-class noble.

"Boom!" "Boom!" The explosions sounded one after another, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes who were hit by poisoned arrows and knew that they had no chance of surviving ignited the grenades, and died with the intruders without hesitation. The Mongol offensive was immediately suppressed, and the remaining dozens of men fled down the hill despite the angry shouts of the commander Ulan.

"Go up, go up, there are few of them. Die one less one! "Commander Ulan uses the blade of a knife to instill basic math problems in his subordinates. After several of the routs were corrected on the spot, the Mongol warriors summoned up their courage and approached the Song line under the cover of archers.

Someone dropped a grenade from behind the rock, and soon his hiding place was covered with feathered arrows. Both the attackers and the defenders were red-eyed, and every inch of land was being exchanged for lives.

More and more Mongol soldiers rushed forward, and the vanguard was already approaching the stone barracks. If this barrier is broken, Huangyeling will go down in one go.

Sporadic feathered arrows shot from behind the wall, and hundreds of feathered arrows hailed back. For the Mongol warriors, nightmarish hand-to-hand combat was coming to an end, and victory was in sight.

At this moment, suddenly several grenades drew an arc and flew over the walled wall from a farther away and fell into the midst of the Mongol warriors.

"Boom!" The smoke of gunpowder rose high, blocking the sight of both the attackers and the defenders. At the end of the wall, more than 100 Da Song men turned around and saw dozens of vigorous figures.

"Drop the bomb first, throw it while running, don't need to aim, just throw it outside the wall!" Wang Laoshi rushed to the front first, running while teaching the soldiers combat experience.

Dozens of grenades were thrown in different arcs, which blew up the Mongols, and they didn't know how many reinforcements came from the defenders, and they couldn't tell where the grenades were throwing, and they couldn't suppress them with feathered arrows.

"Go up to the wall, bow down to the ground, and load lead sand!" Wang Laoshi took advantage of the black smoke from the grenade as a cover, and jumped behind the wall. With one hand, he neatly unhooked the fire bolt from behind his back and quickly stabbed it through the gap in the wall. Several Mongolian warriors who rushed close suddenly saw a black iron pipe, screamed in fright, and quickly dodged to the sides.

Where is there still time, the reason why Wang Laoshi ordered the soldiers to load lead sand instead of lead is to improve the striking surface of the firecracker. More than a dozen fiery guns rang out one after another, and a large number of Mongol warriors were knocked down. Only a few people were shot dead, and most of them were bleeding from their faces and bodies, and it was impossible to tell how badly wounded they were.

"Threesomes, round-robin! Tiger squat cannon, set up the tiger squat cannon and bombard the archers! The king rolled honestly to avoid the counterattack of the Mongol archers. During the rolling process, the paper packet containing the gunpowder is torn open and the powder is poured into the gun. Then he took a grain of lead from his waist and filled it in. After quickly tamping the gunpowder and bullets with the throughbar, a Mongolian centurion holding a scimitar fifty paces away pulled the trigger.

The flint wheel fired a series of terrible sparks, and the projectiles were sprayed from the muzzle of the gun by the burning gunpowder. Fifty paces away, the centurion, who was boosting the morale of his subordinates, fell.

"Drummer, drums. Everyone adjusts the pace of shooting to the sound of the drums! Wang Laoshi ordered while loading gunpowder. The musket has more than twice the range and lethality of a steel crossbow, but the rate of fire is far inferior to that of a steel crossbow. So it was necessary to fire alternately, with firing rotations to compensate for the lack of rate of fire. The military drummer is specially designed for this purpose, and the Shaowu Academy of Sciences has found that the more tense the moment, the more instinctively people follow a certain rhythm.

The two tiger squat cannons that had fallen behind the fortress were re-erected. The soldiers of the Broken Army pushed away the corpses of their fallen comrades and skillfully loaded them with gunpowder and shotguns. This cannon has a very short range, but it is the most lethal to dense crowds, especially archers. After a few roars, the Mongol archers, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, rolled down the hillside.

The Mongols were shocked, thinking that the defenders had already laid an ambush here, and that the weakness just now was just to attract them close so that they could be annihilated, so they turned around and ran back in fright. Unwilling to fail, the commander Ulan desperately slapped the fugitive's head with the back of his knife.

"Kill the ......" He raised the bounty specification again, and before he could finish speaking, he was shot off by Wang Laoshi. The next moment, holding his bleeding head, Ulan fled to the front.

"Chase to the bottom of the mountain, then quickly retreat!" Wang Laoshi jumped out of the wall, and killed the musketeers and the remnants of the people's army. Along the way, the Mongolian warriors were shot and fell to the ground, and the heroes rushed forward and slit their throats one by one.

After a short period of pursuit, the musketeers quickly withdrew to the barracks. They only rushed to more than a hundred, and they could take the Yuan army by surprise, but they did not have the ability to expand the results. On the way back to the cottage, the heroes searched for their wounded companions, and the corpses were piled up next to almost every key defensive point, and the ragged warriors of the People's Army and the soldiers of the Broken Army with their armor stripped of their armor lay among the Mongols, not one of them still breathing.

"Carry our big Song boy back for burial, and pile up the corpses of the Mongols on the road as a barricade!" There was no trace of emotion in Wang Laoshi's voice. After several years of fighting, he has seen too many corpses, and the blood of both the enemy and his own people cannot make waves in his heart. Maybe one day he will sleep on the battlefield like his companions, so what? After all, he once lived vigorously and died as a person, not a fourth-class slave.

Musketeers who came on foot climbed up the back hill one after another, and the soldiers took advantage of the fact that the Yuan army did not respond effectively under the head-on attack, and quickly repaired the camp and several hideouts in the periphery.

War is changing a person at the fastest speed, many of whom were farmers a year ago. A year later, those big hands who were familiar with farm work had mastered all the survival skills on the battlefield.

The blood-stained fortress slowly returned to its old appearance, the breaches were plugged, the gaps were plugged, and the broken mountain gate was nailed up with tree trunks again. On the smoky platform, the Great Song Dynasty battle flag stood majestically.

"General, how long do we have to defend?" A man who looked like the leader of the People's Army walked up to Wang Laoshi and asked with red eyes. He is the fourth leader of this gang of heroes, and the only one to survive. I had just been pushed into the chair by my companions, and I didn't have time to know what the name of the general of the Broken Army who came to rescue me was, and what rank the golden flower on his shoulder represented.

"Who knows!" Wang honestly rubbed his tired face, which had lost his senses, and replied in a low voice.

"Grandma, what kind of battle is this!" The leader of the People's Army was a little upset and complained in a low voice. There are more than 1,000 people left in the big cottage of more than 4,000 people, and half of them are lying in the medical camp. If they continue to fight like this, they will be removed from the list on the Green Forest Road in the future.

"This is a national war, do you understand? Wars between countries do not determine victory or defeat in one battle, and the chances of victory are not all on the battlefield! Looking at the heroes of the rivers and lakes with blank faces, Wang Laoshi explained very seriously. He admired the invincible courage of these untrained heroes of the green forest, but he was also afraid that they would lose confidence in victory after experiencing setbacks.

"Fighting on the battlefield, fighting in the court, doing business, and writing articles are all fighting. Whoever can concentrate the strength of the whole country and which nation supports it to the end will be the winner. Wang Laoshi finally found that he had not taken cultural classes in vain over the years. At least in front of these heroes in the rivers and lakes, I talked about them very well.

"I see, consume!" The four masters suddenly responded like a big realization, turned around, and spread the "great truth" taught by Wang Laoshi to his subordinates: "The general said, let's consume with the Tartars, and see who consumes who first!" ”

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