Thunder (4)

The smoke was all together, and Da Chun immediately reacted correctly. He first ordered four cavalry detachments of 100 men to attack in echelons to test the enemy's true combat intentions and specific positions. At the same time, Jiao You was sent directly to the direction of the new annexed army, and he was ordered to assist Solihan in quickly reorganizing his troops and moving all the forces that could be gathered closer to the Chinese army.

For a general like Zou Xun, Da Chun looked down on one hundred and twenty people in his heart. This person will not outflank and attack in a roundabout way, nor will he run long distances and smash the enemy's belly. Even the battle that was commonly used by the generals of the Great Song Dynasty, he was not familiar with it. He will only maximize the advantage of the firearms that the Breakers have, using firearms to suppress the enemy, using firearms to exhaust the enemy, and then using firearms to collapse the opponent's formation.

Having won such an opponent, there is nothing to be proud of. But what about losing to such an opponent? Dachun couldn't stand such assumptions. He howled and roared like a wolf, carrying Kublai Khan's sword as he walked around the camp, boosting his morale in his own unique way. After the initial panic, the Mongol soldiers were aroused by him, screaming, shouting, and assembling in front of the middle camp. They were not afraid of death, and if they attacked the camp of the Broken Army, the Mongol warriors asked themselves if they could break through the heavy trenches, deer barricades, and barbed wire. But let the Breaker Army kill him closely, and the samurai will never agree. The Breakers were nothing, they only had a small number of cavalry, most of them slow-moving foot soldiers. When hiding behind the camp, the Mongol warriors of the Great Yuan were helpless against them. But if they dare to rush out, the Mongol warriors will surely let them have no return.

"Nelha, take your 10,000-strong team and make a detour to the south side, go around to the smoke perimeter, and look for opportunities from the flanks!"

"Yuan Jizu, take the Tanma Red Army to assemble in the rear camp, and when the time comes, immediately counterattack and flatten the enemy army!"

"Brother Sticky, Totodor, each with two thousand archers, prepare behind the wall. Hung Tuota, with a team of 10,000 people as a striker. Attack as soon as the enemy situation is discovered! ”

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Da Chun shouted out one order after another. Since the army was robbed of the first attack, the Dayuan soldiers taught the surnamed Zou how to fight field battles. Didn't he take the initiative to attack, okay, Ben Shuai wants to see how his 30,000 people beat me 140,000!

Dachun's arrangement is flexible and practical. The biggest weakness of the Broken Army is the small number of troops, so the Great Yuan soldiers and horses will try to gather in the Chinese army. Even if the new annex army could not be put into the battlefield, with the layers of defense formed by the Mongol army and the Tanmachi army, it could block the first wave of the offensive of the captive army.

Once the offensive of the Broken Army was blocked by Dayuan, the Tanma Red Army could launch a counterattack. When the Tanma Red Army and the Mongol Army in front joined forces to exhaust the Broken Army, the Nerha on the periphery could just come horizontally. The front of the attack of the Breakers will inevitably form a line of defense against the cavalry with chariots, huge shields and spears, but his flanks cannot arrange such a strong defense. Once the cavalry is taken from the flank, no matter what kind of weapons they have, the infantry will only be slaughtered.

Besides, with Soliham's ability, he wouldn't be able to put together an army for two or three hours. At the critical moment, the new annexed army was outflanked after coming to the flank, and the decline of half a month could be reversed immediately.

"Kill these southern barbarians and rob their cannons. Grab a cannon, no matter how big or small, you will be rewarded with ten taels of gold, and the official will be promoted to the next level! After arranging the counterattack formation, Dachun shouted again to raise the reward for the soldiers.

A certain reward was deserved, and the Mongol warriors always fought for wealth and land. Besides, for the divine weapons in the hands of the Broken Army, Da Chun had long been red-eyed. If you can take advantage of the enemy's negligence to grab a dozen field guns that are easy to move, even the smallest kind of horse and tiger squatting, the next battlefield situation may be reversed.

Thinking of this, Da Chun called a few more confidant warriors, pointed behind the dense fog and said, "Haijin, you take two hundred-person teams and give me the idea to touch the opposite hillside." In the past few days, I have observed that the kind of long-range cannon should be deployed in the area of Xiaoxitian, and at any cost, you must destroy the artillery for me! ”

A few henchmen took the order, Da Chun took a breath, pursed his thirsty lips, stared, held his knife, and quietly waited for the arrival of the enemy army.

The sound of the cannon in my ears gradually slowed down, and the tremor from the explosion under my feet gradually became unfelt. The mournful screams of the war horses and the cries of the wounded soldiers gradually faded away, and Da Chun's heart was like water, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into the smoke in front of him.

Through the thick smoke, he sensed an army approaching him from the front. The first wave of cavalry, which had tested the enemy's movements, encountered it, was defeated, suffered heavy losses, and the survivors were rushing back to report the news. The second wave of rangers followed suit and encountered the enemy and withdrew. The sound of melee cannons became easier to distinguish, and the enemy was less than a thousand paces away from our own army in the smoke, and the third and fourth waves of rangers fled back without making any contact.

Tatsuharu suddenly opened his eyes, and a light seemed to shoot out from his eyes, and he stabbed at the fleeing samurai like a knife. Hundreds of samurai rushed out of the smoke, and not far in front of Da Chun, they rolled their saddles and dismounted, and a centurion covered in blood lay on the ground and whimpered: "Great marshal, enemy army, enemy army, moving city..."

"Mess with the hearts of our army, beheaded, those who are injured on their bodies go to the rear camp to wrap their wounds, and those who are not injured are executed on the spot!" Dachun didn't wait for the centurion to finish crying and ordered.

Two of his own soldiers rushed forward, raised their swords in their hands, cut off the centurion's head, carried it in their hands, and rode in array to show it.

Most of the returning samurai were uninjured, and when they heard Taharu's order, they let out a sad cry, stepped on their horses, and rushed into the smoke again. In the depths of the fog, there was a heavy crash and a crisp explosion, and after a few moments, the sound returned to the screeching of long-range artillery fire, and none of the samurai who had fought into the fog returned.

"All who are dead, including him," Dachun pointed to the headless corpse in front of the horse with his sword, and shouted, "all are counted as dead, and the commander will personally ask the Great Khan for a reward for their families." Today, no matter whether there is a god or a demon in front of me, I will rush forward, and I am not allowed to retreat! ”

"No backwards!" The heralds shouted together.

"No backwards!" Tens of thousands of people echoed each other, like a storm and waves, sweeping across the fields.

Infected by the excitement, a Mongolian warrior raised his sword and raised his head to the sky and shouted: "Ahh ”

"Ahh Tens of thousands of Mongol troops shouted.

"Ahh Tens of thousands of Tanma Red Army echoed.

It was as if the two packs of wolves had smelled the long-lost smell of blood. There was a faint light in the eyes of every soldier, killing, trampling, trampling, killing, generations of people have been trampled in this way, trampling one nation after another, and establishing the great cause of the Mongols on the heavy white bones. One day, the killing will be repeated and continued. Repeat forever, go on forever!

"Striker, strike!" Da Chun's sword slashed into the air and pointed towards the looming phalanx in the smoke. The fierce general Hung Tatu led a team of 10,000 people and rushed forward like a flood.

Thousands of horses galloped, and the vibration was so huge that people couldn't stand on their feet. Yellow pillars of smoke rose from the ground, following in the footsteps of the cavalry, slashing at the smoke like greatswords.

The sound of collision, **, explosion, and shouting came from the front, getting louder and clearer. The people in the rear did not know what was happening in front of them, only that someone was dying all the time, and someone was crying out in despair on the tip of a knife.

Yuan Jizu clearly heard his teeth fighting, half because of the excitement of the battle, and half because of the despair coming from the smoke. He had experienced no less than thirty battles in half his life, none of which were so mysterious, and none of which made him feel so nervous.

The wind, a slight gust of wind, blew down the smoke on the killing field. Maybe it was the blood that solidified the dust, or maybe it was the shouts of killing that slowed time, but the scene ahead was slowly clear, a moving fortress, hung with flesh and blood, appearing in people's field of vision.

The phalanx of infantry of the Broken Army, no, to be specific, should be a phalanx of chariots. More than 1,000 rectangular trolleys lined up as the first line of attack. The front of each car is marked with long steel nails. The sharp spikes flickered in the smoke, like the eyes of a beast. Between the chariots and chariots is a huge shield with wheels. Behind the tall shield, it took two people to carry the repellent rifle that took two people to carry out a pole. Under the side of the giant shield, there are foot soldiers wearing heavy armor, their whole bodies are wrapped in the deck, and only between the mask and the helmet are a pair of sharp eyes.

A wave of Mongol cavalry rushed forward like a flood that burst the embankment, and the horses could not retract their footsteps and smashed heavily in front of the chariot. The long steel nails immediately pierced the body of the war horse, and together with the rider on horseback, the mutton skewers hung on the steel nails. Blood fell like a cascade of steel nails, but the centaurs never died, desperately struggling, wailing, wailing, struggling.

More Mongol warriors rushed forward without fear, and the blood of their tribesmen stirred up their bravery. Some continued to ram the walls of steel with their flesh and blood, while others turned their horses' heads and rushed into the gaps between the chariots.

"Ping!" The moment the giant shield and spear came into contact with the war horse, the shield fell, the horse died, and the gun broke. The Mongol warrior on horseback flew his legs into the air and jumped into the captives by the inertia of his mount before it fell to the ground. The steel knife swung in mid-air, and the soldiers fell. Another dance, slamming heavily on an oncoming broken blade.

The sound of gold and iron was loud, and the Mongolian warrior borrowed his strength, landed on the ground, swung his sword, and forced the soldiers of the Broken Army who fought with him to retreat again and again. Seeing that he was powerless to fight him, the broken soldier on the opposite side leaned to the side and moved to the side. The Mongol warrior was overjoyed, twisted and rushed to the cart behind the chariot. As soon as his footsteps moved, a spear and two knives attacked him alternately.

"Ahh The cries of pain stopped abruptly. Reluctantly, the Mongol warrior fell on his back. A small array of steel knives and short spears immediately sealed the gap, and some people lifted a huge shield from the ground, and someone drew another spear from the chariot. Someone ran forward, holding the spear on his shoulders and his body against the shield.

A few suona sounded behind the phalanx, and the entire phalanx stopped. The Mongol army, which had just retreated, saw the opportunity and quickly rushed back. Before they could make contact with the phalanx, countless crossbow arrows fell from mid-air, shooting the samurai who rushed to the front into hedgehogs. Immediately afterwards, someone quickly launched more than fifty tiger squat cannons from between the gap between the giant shield and the chariot, and used flint wheels to hit the lead.

"Retreat!" Knowing that the artillery was powerful, Hontatu ordered loudly.

The Mongol warriors who continued to charge forward grabbed the heads of their horses, and the frantic mounts struggled unwillingly, roaring, and their front hooves soared into the air.

"Disperse and retreat two hundred steps!" The heralds shouted in unison. The Mongolian warriors retreated in a circle of horses, how could it be too late, the killing range of the tiger squat cannon was only a few hundred steps, when to use it, how to use it, the officers and soldiers of the artillery division had already practiced their hands and were calloused. More than 50 small cannons fired at the same time, flowering bullets, lead pellets, and iron sand, and the length of the cannon was coordinated, covering the battlefield within 500 steps.

The smoke once again blocked people's vision, and when the explosions and smoke were blown away by the wind, Dachun's telescope appeared a hellish sight. Hundreds of war horses, nearly a thousand samurai fell in pools of blood. Some were mutilated by flowering shells, others were beaten into a sieve by lead, and the worst were the samurai who rushed to the front and had no time to retreat, and they were hit with iron sand along with their horses, and their bodies were charred black like half of uncooked meat on a bonfire, and wisps of green smoke rose from the charred black color.

"Rush up, the artillery doesn't have time to load, rush up and chop the southern barbarians into meat sauce!" Hontato's cry was like a wolf's howl, and there was despair in the loneliness. (Two more, in order to subscribe to the genuine readers)

Another wave of Mongol warriors rushed forward desperately. The one hundred and ten attackers of the previous wave, who had survived under the artillery fire, saw their companions coming, howled repeatedly, and once again instigated their horses to rush to the front line.

Hundreds of counted grenades, blocking the attackers at the forefront. Before the explosion could be heard, a second wave of attackers rushed into the flames. The steel crossbow roared and pushed hundreds of samurai off their horses, but hundreds of samurai still rushed into the last line of defense.

"Shoot the arrows!" A Mongolian centurion shouted. Dozens of samurai who followed him simultaneously bent their bows and fired poisoned feathered arrows into the phalanx.

One of the Breakers was shot by an arrow, and the blue-black color immediately covered his face. The soldier fell backwards, and his companion reached for help, only to be shot in the wrist by another feathered arrow. The tingling sensation immediately rushed down the wrist over the elbow and onto the shoulder. A Pu knife hand immediately made a decision and slashed off the arm of the arrow. The wounded soldier collapsed, and several medics covered his body with leather shields and carried him to the back of the line.

"Raise your shield, raise your shield!" In the phalanx, the junior officers shouted loudly. One by one, the talisman shields were raised above their heads, stopping a large number of poisoned arrows.

"Crossbow bolts counterattack, round fire. Musketeers, aim and hit, kill the officers first, then the soldiers! "The battalion officers skillfully give orders in the ranks.

Several rounds of crossbow arrows flew out, forcing the mounted archers into the distance. Behind the chariot, several long iron pipes stretched out, and the musketeers aimed at the officers in the uniforms of the brand, centurion, and thousand households, and pulled the trigger.

A thousand households are organizing an attack more than 200 steps away, this distance, with artillery may not be accurate, steel crossbow range is not reachable, relatively safe. Just as he shouted to cheer for his subordinates, a bright light flashed in front of him, and a huge force pushed his body off the horse.

"Ahh Xia Qianhu screamed, turned over, and did not move. Several cronies ran forward and picked up his body, but no injuries were found, except for a small hole in his chest the size of an arrow.

"Retreat, retreat, disperse retreat!" The herald's shouts rang out again. The Mongol warriors fought their horses and retreated, trying to avoid the range of the tiger squat cannons. The team rolled back like a tide on a reef.

The Tiger Squat Cannon once again wielded its might and suppressed the attack of the nearby Mongol warriors. Field light artillery, which had been replaced with gunpowder and projectiles, also rang out, and from one hundred and fifty paces to one thousand paces, there were artillery attack points everywhere. Although the density is not as great as it was during the battle in Fujian, no one can tell whether the next shell will fall at their feet.

The morale of the Mongol advance dropped rapidly, and Hontatu looked at Dachun's Daxu again and again, but from there you could not see any change in orders. Gritting his teeth, he shouted to the warriors beside him, "Rush forward, the Immortal Heaven bless us." The Great Khan is watching us! After shouting, he grabbed the horse's belly between his legs and rushed to the front line with his own soldiers.

"Immortal Heaven is blessing us!" The Mongol warriors shouted in despair. The main general has already rushed to the front line, and if the others retreat, all of them will be executed according to military law, and their families will also be punished as shepherd slaves. Everyone followed Hongta with red eyes, and dozens, hundreds, thousands, and the entire 10,000-strong team that served as the vanguard rushed into the smoke of gunpowder without sparing any effort.

"Didn't disgrace the Mongols!" Dachun nodded and put down the binoculars. Turning around, he looked at the archers behind the wooden wall and knew that this group of people had been arranged for nothing. The Breakers will not be within range of their bows and arrows. What they are best at now is attacking where others can't hurt them. (Two more, in order to subscribe to the genuine readers)

"Dashuai, let's go!" Tanma Red Army Wan Hu Yuan Jizu was red-eyed, and ran forward to take the initiative to ask for battle.

"You take the Tanma Red Army to divide into two ways, one left and one right, try not to touch the Chinese army, and hit his two wings!" Da Chun looked at Yuan Jizu and commanded. Judging from the current battle situation, the firepower of the captive army is mainly concentrated in the front. If the cavalry speed advantage is used to find the weak point of the flank fire, the battle may not end there.

"Dang Xiang Erlang, follow me!" Yuan Jizu shouted loudly. rushed out of the camp with all his family resources. Most of the soldiers of the Tanma Red Army came from Western Xia and Western Liao, and they were as brave as the Mongols in their bones. Seeing today's scene, the blood in his whole body had already been ignited, and he shouted loudly and attacked the flank of the army formation.

Directly ahead, at the cost of thousands of lives, Hontatu rushed into the phalanx with the last few hundred samurai. The horse was dead halfway through, and he rushed through the crowd like a madman with his knife and hair scattered. The soldiers of the Broken Army, organized by the low-ranking officers, formed a small phalanx while filling the gap that was rushed out by the Mongol cavalry, and four or five foot soldiers cooperated to entangle a Mongol cavalry.

In their own phalanx, crossbows, muskets, and grenades were useless, and the Mongol soldiers and the soldiers of the Broken Army relied entirely on short weapons to fight each other. Soldiers on both sides fell alternately, almost exchanging lives for their lives.

"Kill!" Hongta demobilized his sword and slammed it with a sweep, knocking the two Breaker soldiers out of the circle at the same time. Immediately after, he stepped forward, the tip of his sword slashed diagonally, and slashed down the barrel of the pikeman's gun. The short spearmen couldn't parry, so they could only withdraw their hands, throw away their weapons and retreat quickly. Hong Tatu quickly followed, using his sword as a sword, piercing the heart of the spearman.

Seeing that a small array was scattered by him, the spearman turned to one side, and his arm directly caught the scimitar of Hontato. Hongta flipped his wrist and slashed outwards at the opponent's elbow joint.

The chain mail makes contact with the blade, making a piercing grinding sound. Blood gushed out from the soldier's arm, but he clung to the steel knife. The other hand was fearless, firmly between the back of the knife and the blade.

Hongta didn't expect the opponent's armor to be so good, and this knife didn't remove the spearman's arm. Drawing his knife vigorously, he pulled the spearman and his body into his arms.

"Grandma, watch me fall to your death!" Hongta scolded, smiling. With one hand, he put his hand on the spearman's shoulder, but there was a sharp pain in his fingertips.

A severed blade came from the side, cutting off all four of Hongta's fingers by the roots. Before he could see the enemy clearly, the spearman in his arms lifted his knee and pressed heavily against his crotch.

"Ahh Hong Tatu let out a miserable cry and bent down to cover his hips. Two steel knives staggered past him and slashed hard at his lower back.

Zhongwanhu Hongta fell to the ground on his back, and he couldn't believe that he had fallen into the hands of a few nobodies. In the middle of his death, his eyes looked around. I saw that the Mongolian warriors who rushed into the phalanx with him fell down one after another, their heads were cut off, and they were thrown out of the formation like balls.

The mournful sound of the horn sounded from the Dachun main formation, and another wave of Mongol troops rushed forward regardless of life and death. The Mongols are the best soldiers in the world, the lord will not die, they will never retreat without permission.

"Beat the drums!" Dachun shouted.

Dozens of cowhide drums made an earth-shattering sound, and the Mongol warriors stepped on the drums and fearlessly rushed towards the phalanx, rushing to death.

"Blow the trumpet!" Zou Xun waved the order flag in the center of the phalanx.

"Tick, tick, tick!" Wen Tianxiang's "original" brass horn emitted an agitated sound, piercing through the smoke of gunpowder and the sound of drums, and spread to every corner of the killing field.

The soldiers of the Broken Army straightened the corpses of their fallen comrades, polished their steel swords, straightened their chariots and giant shields, and walked forward against the Mongol iron cavalry. The smoke and dust from the war horses and the gunpowder smoke from the explosion of the cannonballs were once again intertwined, and the feathered arrows and steel crossbows were in and out of the air, playing a chapter of death.

The horses broke through the blockade of crossbow arrows and grenades, kicked over the giant shield, and broke into the phalanx.

A Broken Army soldier fell, and countless soldiers wearing the same armor rushed up. The Mongol warriors were knocked off their horses, cut down, and their horses were cut down......

The next moment, the same image is repeated in different places.

The phalanx was knocked out of countless gaps, and the formation of the Mongolian iron cavalry was also torn through countless gaps.

No one retreated, both sides fought in death, waiting. Wait for one party to be unable to support it and fall first. This is the collision between nomads and farming peoples, and the result of the collision indicates the final outcome of the two peoples.

Sunshine couldn't bear to see this bloody scene and hid behind the clouds. The wind rose, and the hunting wind blew through the fields, blowing away the smoke and blood mist, and blowing the battle flag "hulala".

The Great Wall dances in the wind.

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