Thunder (5)

The Mongol iron cavalry under the command of Da Chun lived up to the name of the world's elite soldiers, and even under the triple interception of artillery, bows and grenades, they still maintained a good attack sequence. A ** Mongolian cavalry was like a tide, constantly attacking the chariot phalanx of the captive army. Every impact was like a huge wave crashing on a reef, and it was smashed to pieces. But when the old wave fell, a new wave immediately followed, and the front wave pushed the back wave, gradually forcing to the bottom of the captivity of the captives.

The front of the phalanx was torn open by more than a dozen openings, large and small, and the soldiers on both sides fought desperately at the edge of the openings. The soldiers of the Breakers sealed the gap at the cost of their lives, and the Mongol warriors tore the gap again at the cost of their lives. Blood, red blood, which could not be distinguished between Mongols and Hans, mixed together and spread along the gap. The corpses of men and horses pillowed, and cavalry continued to rush up from the pile of corpses......

Most of the Tiger Cannons were dumbfounded, and their slow reload speed was too slow to keep up with the tense pace of war. The charger and the gunner picked up the discarded sword and stepped forward to join the blocking line. Behind the Tiger Squat Cannon, the barrel of the two-wheeled field gun also began to turn red, and the division gunner reached out and prevented the loader from continuing to fill the gunpowder. He had to let the artillery rest, or he risked exploding. The serial cannon still spits tongues of fire, but the expensive sub-tubes are on the verge of exhaustion. And ahead, there are still large groups of Mongolian troops, desperately rushing up.

Da Chun was keenly aware of the change in the rhythm of the cannonball, waved the command flag, and another cavalry swarmed up. After many years of fighting, the Mongol army on the Jiangnan West Road, whether it was a war horse or a soldier, had adapted to charging in the smoke of shells, and the pressure on the chariot phalanx, which had lost most of its artillery assistance, suddenly increased, and the tore opening became wider and wider, and there was a danger of collapse immediately.

"Loader, follow me!" The old general, Wu Xizao, picked up a spear and rushed forward. At this point in the battle, it was no longer possible to distinguish who was the infantry and who was the artillery, and all the artillerymen who could not continue to operate the artillery picked up their weapons and followed behind Wu Xizao. On the right side of the center of the phalanx, Doutou intercepted several iron horsemen who had just rushed into the phalanx.

"Ahh The Mongolian warrior let out a wolf-like cry and swung his scimitar, splashing a bloody light through the crowd. The first, second, and third Breaker soldiers fell, the fourth was knocked over by his horse, and the fifth rushed to the horse's belly without hesitation.

The standard chain mail of the Breakers is effective against feathered arrows fired from a distance, but it cannot resist the trampling of horses' hooves. Everyone nearby heard the muffled sound of the sternum being crushed by the horse's hooves, and the wounded soldier screamed in pain, and with all his strength, slashed the sharp blade in his hand at the horse's leg.

War horses, samurai, and soldiers of the Broken Army fell in one place, and countless broken blades stabbed at them, chopping the Mongol warriors into meat sauce.

"Rush up, rush up, don't pile up, plug the gap!" Wu Xizao shouted, and with a swing of his spear, he stabbed the nearest Mongolian warrior from his horse, and the other Mongolian warrior on foot saw the golden flower on his shoulder armor, and immediately gave up his opponent and rushed towards him.

"Kill!" Wu Xizao shook his wrist and stabbed with his gun. The Mongol warrior twisted to dodge, and the scimitar slashed against the blade of the spear. Wu Xizao turned sideways and put away the gun, after all, he was in his fifties, his feet slipped, and his body fell to the side.

When the Mongolian warrior saw the benefit, he pressed the tip of his knife and slashed Wu Xizao directly at the back of the head. Several of his own soldiers rushed forward regardless of life and death, holding the blade and rescuing Wu Xizao, while fighting with the Mongol warriors who rushed into the gap.

More and more samurai rushed forward, and they knew where the best point of attack was without the command of an officer. Many of them turned their horses' heads off the way during the impact, giving way to the chariots that could not be knocked over, and wading directly into the gaps filled with corpses.

"Plug, plug!" Wu Ping, the head of the Broken Army, shouted, leading his soldiers to meet the war horses. How could the war horses that had increased their speed be able to resist the lightly armored infantry, and the soldiers were trampled over by the war horses one after another, and the gap opened wider and wider, and it was already possible for three horsemen to rush in at the same time.

Wu Ping is very familiar with this kind of scene, in the Battle of Ganzhou that year, the gun array he was in was overwhelmed by the cavalry under Li Heng's command, and a few more war horses rushed in, and the entire phalanx was at risk of collapse. The only difference between the present and the past is that the people's army was scattered and fled, but today, one brother after another is rushing forward.

Four horsemen rushed into the gap side by side, their tremendous inertia toppling all the creatures that stood in their way. The Mongol warriors laughed and trampled on their horses. Suddenly, they found an obstacle that was not afraid of death, threw down their broken blades, picked up a few grenades from the corpses of their companions, ignited the fuse, and rushed towards the cavalry with them.

With a loud bang, several cavalrymen and Wu Ping disappeared at the gap at the same time.

The follow-up Mongol cavalry, who rushed here, was stunned, unable to believe the facts at hand. At this moment, two other soldiers of the Broken Army rushed over, holding grenades, and rushed into the depths of the horse team......

Explosions rang out one after another outside the gaps, and the Mongol cavalry offensive was contained. They claim to be the bravest people in the world, but today they understand what it means to be truly brave.

The Breakers erected huge shields over the corpses of their comrades and erected their repulsive rifles. Pick up the blood-stained tiger squat cannon. Strings of grenades were broken open and placed on the pile of corpses. Bows, scimitars, war horses, grenades, the melody of death sounded again, slowly playing the most gorgeous chapter. (please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine)

Zou Wei stood on a chariot in the middle of the phalanx, the muscles on his face twitching constantly. Unlike other troops, the backbone of the 1st Division was basically all veterans who survived the Battle of the Hollow Pit that year. Zou Wei can call the name of almost every leader and captain in the division. From where he was, he could see the familiar backs of the old days rushing at the enemy's horses' hooves without hesitation, and every soldier fell as if a needle had been pierced into his heart.

"General, let the sixth mark be marked!" Staff officer Xiong Dingbei ran forward with a crying suggestion. He is also an old man who came down from Baizhang Ridge, and he really couldn't stand the tragic scene of his companions dying in front of him one by one, and reminded the coach to put in the reserve team in advance.

"No, there are more people in Dachun than us, and he still has a new force in his hands and hasn't moved!" Zou Xun shook his head and replied through gritted teeth.

"General!" Xiong Dingbei choked and stepped aside, he understood what Zou Wei meant. It was a close battle, with the advantage of the Breaker Army being the sharpness of firearms, while the advantage of the Yuan Army was in the speed of attack and the large number of people. Whoever is forced to devote all his strength first, and the other party sees the family background clearly, will go to destruction first.

"What are you crying about, you, take all the generals' guards, personal soldiers, all standard men, and the overseers, and block it for me!" Zou Wei let out a loud shout, interrupting Xiong Dingbei's crying.

Xiong Dingbei raised his head and wanted to suggest that Zou Wei leave a few personal soldiers to protect him, but when he saw a bloodstain slowly slipping from the corner of Zou Xun's mouth, he swallowed the words back into his stomach. Stretching out his hand and wiping his eyes, he raised his knife and shouted, "Brothers, go, follow me to kill the Tartars!" ”

The personal soldiers of the generals at all levels, the standard men, the supervising teams, and all the logistics personnel who do not usually participate in the battle picked up their weapons and followed Xiong Dingbei to the front line.

"Come on the drums!" Zou Xun drank heavily. Several Great Song Jinshi who had just been trained from the Shao Wu Command Academy ran forward, tremblingly handed over two drum hammers, Zou Xun took it in his hand, and slammed it into the big drum standing on the chariot one by one.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The magnificent drum beat and the passionate suona suppressed the horn sound of the Mongols' charge, and Zou Xun knocked hard, knocking, his eyes becoming more and more determined.

Several Song Jinshi who went to the battlefield for the first time finally understood that the battlefield was not the freehand meaning of "talking and laughing, and the tree was wiped out" in the poem, but here was the battle between life and life, and the collision of blood and fire. Their faces pale from nervousness gradually turned bloody, their bodies no longer trembling, they took their bows from their baggage carts, took up their knives, and followed the soldiers to the front line.

The wind swept the clouds, and the earth trembled beneath his feet.

Da Chun, the marshal of the Ping Song Dynasty, stood straight between the smoke and the flames, his eyes had already turned dark red. It has only been a little more than an hour since the first wave of charges were launched, and he has already invested more than 20,000 troops in the front. The 20,000 Mongolian iron cavalry once broke the heads of the 200,000 Western Regions coalition troops, but today they failed to rush to the front line of the driving array.

The Mongol army has never encountered such a formidable opponent since its birth. This is incredible, and what is even more incredible is that Da Chun, a veteran with hundreds of combat experience, still can't judge how much strength the other party has left.

"Blow the horn and ask Yuan Jizu and Li Liang where they are and why they haven't launched an attack yet!" Dachun's voice sounded like a wounded beast gasping. In addition to the five thousand troops around him, he also has Yuan Jizu and Li Liang, two Tanma Red Army 10,000 teams available. For such a long time, Nelha's roundabout troops should also have reached the flank of the Broken Army, if the new annexed army can also sort out a team of 10,000 people to participate in the battle, even if the Broken Army on the opposite side is a dragon, Da Chun will also guarantee to drown it with a sea of people!

"Woo-woo-woo-woo" The poignant horn sounded beside Da Chun. There was a sudden silence on the battlefield, and immediately a louder noise erupted. Two 10,000-strong troops of the Red Army launched a counterattack on the flank of the Broken Army.

Yuan Jizu and Li Liang, each with a team of outsiders, touched the flank of the broken army when the two armies were fighting fiercely. The two are in different positions, and the opponents they face are also different. Li Liang's position was directly facing the left side of the Broken Army's phalanx, and what he saw was a rectangular diagonal formation composed of spears and heavy armored infantry, like an outstretched wing, obliquely blocking the side of the central phalanx of the Broken Army. In addition to Rulin's rejection rifle, Yuan Jizu also saw countless metal shields, and there were more than 2,000 people squatting behind the shields, divided into three columns, each column holding a slender iron pipe.

The two of them took the horse's head at the same time, they were not Mongols, so they could not understand the loyalty and despair in Dachun's heart. When faced with a team that is likely to suffer huge losses, the first thing they think about is not to win with all their might, but how to minimize their losses. That's why they took the initiative to ask Dachun to attack the flank of the Breaker Army in a roundabout way.

The sight on the flanks made them feel very hesitant, the two of them had fought more than a dozen battles with the Broken Army over the years, and they knew the strength of the other party very well. Although the two centaurs on the flanks could not use the chariots as much as the front phalanx, Yuan Jizu could also feel the oppression coming from the opposite side. He was sure that even if he rushed forward and assisted Dachun to win the battle, there would not be much left of the sons and daughters under his command. For the generals of the Tanma Red Army, their status is similar to that of the generals of the Northern Han Army, and they are all hounds at the feet of the Great Khan. If the military general does not have his own family background in his hands, it is equivalent to the hound losing all his teeth, and what is the fate of the toothless bloodhound, Yuan Jizu can think of it without a head. (please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine)

If it weren't for the fact that he connived at the murders committed by his subordinates in the south, Yuan Jizu even thought about surrendering the captive army. He understands the inclusiveness of the Fujian Metropolitan Governor's Office, and the people of all ethnic groups treat each other equally. Wanyan Jingyuan, Bai Xu, Yeluxiong and several other Jurchen and Khitan people were even reused. Especially Wanyan Jingyuan, Wen Tianxiang let him be in charge of his own guards even though he knew that he was a descendant of the Jurchen royal family. This is equivalent to sticking his head under the knife head of a foreign race, this kind of behavior, this kind of mind, Yuan Jizu has never seen it in Dayuan.

The clarion call from the Chinese army interrupted Yuan Jizu and Li Liang's thinking. The military orders were like mountains, and the obedience habits they had developed over the years made them dare not delay any longer, but, almost unanimously, they did not invest all their men on either wing, but first sent a team of 1,000 men forward to test it.

"Anyway, the marshal can break through the enemy's phalanx on the front!" With this in mind, Yuan Jizu launched the first wave of flank attacks. The subordinate general he sent was named Ma Chongli, a green-eyed native of the Western Regions. Ping Suri was not very brave, and when he saw that the Lord was going to send him as a bedding, he was very dissatisfied. Recite the name of Allah several times, curse and lead the team into battle. (Alcoholic's note: Cushion nest is a nomadic term.) It refers to the first birth of a multi-litter beast at each birth. For various reasons, it is often not possible to survive. That's why it's called a cushion.)

Zhang Tang, who was standing on the opposite side, had already made preparations, and before the Tanma Red Army had advanced to the acceleration distance, he ordered a shield to be erected. Hundreds of metal shields immediately formed a barrage. Between the gaps between the shields, countless long pipes poked out, as if a mobile fortress had been built out of thin air.

"Forward, forward, column, two hundred steps to launch an assault!" Ma Chongli commanded in stiff Chinese. Most of the soldiers of the Tanma Red Army were Dangxiang and Khitans, and a small number of nomads from the Western Regions and Western prisoners of war from previous wars. The language of the group is not unified with each other, so the generals can only give orders in Chinese.

The soldiers hesitated to lean forward, panicked by the sight of intense shelling of the frontal battlefield. Could it be a bigger trap if the Breakers didn't fire on the flanks? They are not Mongols and do not want to fall victim to the trap.

"The opponent's fighting spirit is not strong, listen to my orders, when the enemy is close to two hundred paces, withdraw the shield, and the musketeers will fire in turn, give them a dismount first!" Zhang Tang saw the flaws in the slow movements of the enemy army. He whispered to the herald beside him.

A few heralds bowed and ran away, conveying the commander's meaning to the battalions. This musket brigade arrived on the battlefield in secret, after months of special training before going to the battlefield. Officers above the rank of captain have been trained by the Command Academy, and their psychological quality and battlefield adaptability are all first-class. When the non-commissioned officers at all levels heard General Zhang Tang's order, they immediately made corresponding tactical adjustments, and the pikemen in the front row quietly retreated, and the musketeers stepped forward to fill the gap they left.

"Ready!" Ma Chongli raised his scimitar high, and when it was almost two hundred paces, the enemy did not bombard it with artillery, which showed that all their forces were concentrated in the front. Just as he was about to swing his scimitar, the shield wall on the opposite side suddenly withdrew, and three rows of soldiers armed with iron pipes appeared in his sight.

Ma Chongli paused for a moment, he couldn't recognize what kind of weapon his opponent was holding. Shorter than a spear, could this weapon be used against cavalry?

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" The crunch of popping beans gave him the final answer. Ma Chongli only felt that there was a sudden flash of white light in front of him, and then he was pushed off the war horse by a strong force. The warhorse, which had lost its owner, screamed and fled desperately into the distance with its saddle pedals.

At a distance of 200 paces, only the archery army formed by Zhang Hongfan back then could use the famous bows such as yellow birch and black lacquer with excellent performance in their hands to launch an attack at such a long distance. But Zhang Hongfan has been dead for a long time, and the Shooting Army has long been disbanded by Dachun because of his poor self-protection ability. Yuan Jizu stood more than a thousand steps away, watching as the first team he sent was torn to pieces like duckweed in the rain. There was a bitterness in his mouth, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

"Demon Law!" Because of the thick smoke and the effect of artillery, when Yuan Jizu was by Dachun's side, he didn't see the scene of the Mongolian striker being shot and killed. At this moment, the first thing that came into his brain was the legendary Da Saman method in the enemy army. There were no shafts, not even the silver-white crossbow arms of the Broken Bow. When taking someone's life from a few steps away, only a few wisps of green smoke came out, isn't that a demon law? (please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine)

He raised his knife with trembling arms, but was reluctant to swing it any further. "Li Liang's side has already launched an attack, wait for the result on his side!" , Yuan Jizu thought with a fluke mentality.

At this moment, Li Liang, another Tanma Red Army, slowed down the offensive with the same psychology as Yuan Jizu. The armor of the broken army on the opposite side was too thick, and as soon as he came up, he gave his cavalry a dismount. The cavalrymen who stepped forward to the bottom were either killed by spears or bows and arrows, but they could not make their opponents take half a step back. If it weren't for the fact that the armor on the opponent's body was too heavy, moving extremely slowly, and he couldn't take the initiative to attack at all, Li Liang even wanted to withdraw his 10,000-strong team directly.

In terms of pure defensive performance, like the frontal front, the combination of chariots and giant shields is the most effective way to deal with cavalry, but Zou Wei only put a few chariots on the two wings in order to take care of the overall mobility of the troops. On Zhang Tang's side, he invested in the musket brigade painstakingly cultivated by the Dadu Governor's Office, and on the left wing of Fan Liancheng, he borrowed from the tactics of the famous general Han Qi and others to deal with the nomadic cavalry, and arranged a large number of heavy infantry.

Zou Xun's order to Zhang Tang and Fan Liancheng was not allowed to support the Chinese army, and he tried his best to protect the two wings. It just so happened that Yuan Jizu and Li Liang on the side of the Tanma Red Army both wanted to preserve their strength, and the soldiers shouted loudly, but they refused to press forward with the whole army. The two sides confronted each other hundreds of paces apart, confronted each other, and waited with the same anxiety for the final result of the battle in the direction of the Chinese army.

On the frontal battlefield, the battle has reached a fever pitch. Soldiers on both sides forgot about life and death, forgot about fear, slashed each other with knives, stabbed each other with guns, and even attacked each other with helmets and fists. The car formation was on the verge of collapse again and again, and it was repaired by the soldiers of the Broken Army with their lives again and again. The Mongolian cavalry was killed and retreated again and again, and rushed forward again and again, sacrificing their young lives for the benefit of the golden family.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the shattered battle flag was wrapped in blood mist and smoke, and drifted into the distance. In the distant sky, the clouds were also heated by the flames of war, as if they were the color of blood.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo!" The mournful sound of the horn sounded one after another, and in the rear of the captive army, behind a series of high and low hills, there was a wool sticking its head out.

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