A young general is practicing his own path of rise with his cruelty and loyalty, and once he has achieved success, leave it to history to comment!

"It's our turn!"

Seeing the other party's situation from the telescope, Ye Qi was very satisfied.

He smiled at Fang Ningxuan, who was panting and running back, "Order the front battalion and line up to attack!" ”

"Order the artillery team! Keep the artillery to crush the enemy! ”

In order to facilitate the command, at last night's meeting, Ye Qi agreed with the battalion officers to temporarily cancel their respective Qilin battalions, guards battalions and other battalions, and change them to the front and rear left and right middle battalions. The original guards battalion, Ye Qi used his right as a commander to place it in the position of the front battalion, acting as a blade for the whole army.

A red flag waved, several brass trumpets sounded, and the trumpeter of the front battalion quickly responded with the wave of the flag and the sound of the brass trumpet.

The artillery team responded to Ye Qi's order with the continuous roar of the cannon.

Soon, after two rounds of artillery fire, a-for-tat formation was lined up in the front battalion.

At first glance, the formation of the front camp is the same as the opponent's phalanx, it is a neat phalanx. However, the difference is that the South Central Army is a hollow phalanx.

The wide front, divided into four columns of three hundred men. Nearly two-thirds of the musketeers in the five outposts of the front battalion were concentrated. The two wings are guarded by sword and shield soldiers and spearmen, who are responsible for protecting the flanks and hand-to-hand assaults. In the rear, the rest of the battalion's musketeers were arranged in the same formation, but the number was only about 200.

After five rounds of continuous fire, the artillery fire ceased for a moment, allowing the slightly heated chamber to cool down. Taking advantage of this gap, the soldiers of the front battalion, under the leadership of the officers, adjusted their pace according to the whistle, and slowly pressed towards the position of the Ruan Jiajun.

Ruan Jiajun can no longer be called an army at this moment.

The ten odds of the forward, after being basically ravaged by war elephants and artillery in turn, have been routed.

They are proud of them, and have relied on them for many years to deal with the Champa and Turen in the south, against the Zheng family in the north, the two magic weapons of the Mo family, artillery and war elephants. Now it has become a sharp weapon to destroy its own army.

The artillery is not as far as the enemy, and the war elephant is as soon as it strikes, and it is scattered and fled by the opponent's firearm that he does not know what kind of firearm it is, trampling on the formation of his own army.

"Kill! Be honest with me about these death-scared ghosts! Ruan Phuc jumped off his somewhat flustered war elephant and changed to a Dian horse. Wielding the sword in his hand, he shouted loudly, ordering his own soldiers to crush the router.

After beheading dozens of bloody heads in a row, the rout finally quieted down, and waited for their respective teams and Guan Qi to regroup, form a team, pick up the swords and muskets discarded on the ground, and prepare to continue the battle against the enemy in the north.

At this moment, a scream of horror came!

"The ranks of the Northern Army are up!"

This battle was won simply and beautifully.

"Stop!" The officers gave such an order with a brass whistle.

At a distance of about one hundred and fifty paces from the Nguyen army, the troops of the front battalion stopped their steps.

"Check the firecracker! Get ready to shoot! ”

All the musketeers removed their muskets from their shoulders, removed their caps, and checked their ammunition once more. "Shoot ready!" After the sound of metal clashing, the soldiers raised their muskets and aimed forward, and the rows of black muzzles were aimed at the panicked Nguyen soldiers.

As the officer who succeeded Ye Qi in command, Fang Ningxuan blew the copper whistle in his mouth fiercely, a sharp and piercing whistle, conveying the order of the massacre to the eardrums of every soldier.

The sound of fierce shooting immediately rang out, and streams of white eyes rose above the queue, densely. A gray-white smoke formed. More than 100 paces before this smoke of gunfire, the soldiers of the Ruan Army, who had been pierced by bullets, lay on the ground, convulsing their bodies and struggling in pain. Trying to escape from this painful state.

The rain of bullets of the Nanzhong army was like a rod to drive away chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, which made the Ruan Jiajun, which had just stopped breaking up, even worse. The slightly shaped-out formation was disrupted again, and it was even more chaotic than the last time.

Countless soldiers screamed and screamed, rushed, and fled in all directions, perhaps, they didn't know where to flee, but they just felt that at this moment, their position was the most dangerous. Maybe the next moment, the person who was hit by the bullet was himself.

Unlike other phalanxes, the phalanx of the Nanzhong Army did not belong to the slow retreat, but after the first column fired, it stood still, and the second column took three steps forward, standing at the forefront to shoot, and so on, and so on. By the time the fourth column stepped forward to shoot, the troops had already advanced a dozen paces.

Xu Jin shoots!

Li Shouhan paid close attention to the training of muskets in the platoon shooting, and in his opinion, this was the fundamental reason why he fought against several powerful armies in the future. The number of people is certainly not as large as that of Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong's peasant army, and the elite and strong Cheng Dù will not be able to defeat the Manchurian Eight Banners, so let my terror be a minute to offset your many advantages!

Two shots a minute, this is Li Shouhan's request to all the musketeers, "If you don't want to be stabbed to death by the enemy, and you don't want me to take away your household registration, you can give me such a shooting result!" "And that's just a passing grade. In Li Shouhan's impression, the Prussian army, equipped with flintlock pistols that fired cartridges from paper shells, could shoot four times per minute. If a soldier can reach such a standard, then he can enjoy the salary of a captain.

At least two bullets per minute from each gun shoot out of the chamber, and the slowly advancing formation, like the claws of a fierce beast, keeps tearing apart the flesh and blood of the Ruan Jiajun.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of people fell under the dense rain of bullets.

"Defeated! Defeated! Defeated! ”

Ruan's formation completely collapsed. Countless people cried and howled, bumping east and west like headless flies. Some had a knife in their hand, someone dragged a spear upside down, someone held the barrel of a musket, and some had no idea what they were holding. From time to time, there is the sound of a near-death wail when you have been hit by a bullet or trampled under your own feet.

"That's it?"

At the rear of the position, Ruan Phuc looked blankly at the soldiers in front of him who were like bees lit with bees, ten strange troops that could completely abuse the south, dozens of war elephants that could destroy fortified villages, and in front of the southern and central troops, they were defeated without even a single round.

An hour ago, he was still full of confidence and ambition, and even thought of whether to immediately go north and fight the Zheng family after the war, or to deal with his father and a few brothers who were in the way.

However, this time, it's all over!

His hand couldn't help but touch the hilt of the sword at his waist, it was better to die than to return to Hue and be tossed by several brothers, but to die here!

With a cold light, he put the sword around his neck and looked around, ready to take one last look at the world. However, as far as the eye could see, it was the artillery fire and soldiers of the South Central Army who were abusing and killing his troops that had lost their formation and combat effectiveness.

"Forget it! Revenge in the next life! He pulled the sword hard, ready to use the sword he had made with the Jedi Sword, which he had re-smelted.

"Your Highness! No! Next to him, his confidant Guan Qi hugged him.

"We still have five strange soldiers and horses, and there are five strange soldiers and horses in the city. And hundreds of artillery pieces! Your Highness, we have only lost the battle once! There's still a lot to be done! ”

Wiping away his tears, Ruan Fu calmed down, "Ah Sun, you say, what should I do?" ”

"Your Highness, please give the order that the artillery in our city fire to block the enemy's army, and then, the Chinese army Wuqi suppressed the position, and ordered the stragglers to retreat into the city first, in order to regroup, and then, we relied on the deep ditch and high fortress to kill and wound the enemy with artillery. Hold on to the sun! ”

"Commander! Isn't it time for us to strike? ”

Similarly, under Ye Qi's banner, several battalion officers were also impatient to ask for battle.

The system in which economic and social status is determined by military merit in Nanzhong has made people feel happy when they hear about war. What's more, this is the first major war after Li Shouhan became president.

"It's fine. The left and right battalions attacked in batches, limited to two outposts at a time, to prevent the enemy from counterattacking. ”

Just as Ye Qi was giving the order to attack with Mai Daming, Huang Shi'an and other battalion officers, unexpectedly, bursts of thunderous shouts suddenly broke out behind the left and right wings.

Immediately afterwards, two streams of people, like a surging flood of the embankment, crashed out.

"Who! Who let them out?! Ye Qi and the others saw the banners of the two teams clearly, and couldn't help but be angry from their hearts,

Those were the men and horses of the seven or eight battalions of the Iron Shoulders who were responsible for guarding and supporting the rear of the battalions.

Accompanied by a thunderstorm, there were bursts of "revenge!" At the sound of this, thousands of bloody men held high the desperate knives and mourning guns, and rushed out in a column with the battalion as a unit.

"Commander! This! This is disrespectful of military orders! Mai Daming was a little dumbfounded, since Li Shouhan founded the army, there has never been a case of disrespecting military orders and acting without authorization. If this is investigated, I don't know how many heads will fall to the ground.

"Send someone to chase them back?!" Huang Shi'an asked tentatively.

"No! In that case, chaos will inevitably be caused, and if the enemy forces take advantage of the situation to counterattack, we will inevitably suffer heavy casualties. Ye Qi pondered for a moment, "That's it!" Both, you two, draw a musketeer from each of your battalions, and go to the iron shoulders on both flanks, and hold them down. Even if we have to enforce military discipline, we have to finish the war, and we can't watch our brothers suffer! Order them to slowly oppress the Ruan family, so that the Ruan family's routed army will be concentrated in the center. ”

After speaking, Ye Qi turned over and rode on the Dian horse, shouting a slogan that would later become an icon. "Guards battalion! Advance! ”

With the help of a sentry musketeer, the thousands of men and horses of the Iron Shoulder Team formed a human wall that stretched for miles and was four stories deep.

On the first floor, the pikemen holding the funeral gun in their hands adopt the position of preparing the gun.

On the second level, there are sword and shield soldiers armed with four-foot swords, who must quickly move forward after the pikemen have stabbed the deadly shot, and cut off the head or limb of the enemy on the opposite side.

On the third floor, there are pikemen.

The fourth layer is still the sword and shield soldiers.

Although the Iron Shoulders did not have an order and went out on their own under the psychological effect of revenge, months of intensive training made them not a rabble. From south to north, people distinguish the areas between the battalions according to the battalion flags, and in the same way, each outpost, each team, and each armor are also distinguished by the flag.

In the middle of the ranks, a musketeer, the commander of the sentry communicated with the battalion officers of the battalions by means of a trumpet, and the right to command was obtained.

"Take a salvo of two rows of guns as a signal, and the spears will strike!" Each spearman repeated the orders of the officials at all levels in their hearts, and some people quietly rubbed the white cloth on the barrel of the gun with their hands, allowing the white cloth to absorb the sweat in the palms of their hands and keep their hands dry.

"Bang! Boom! After the two rows of muskets fired in a volley, the pikemen trotted forward a few steps, shouting like thunder, "Kill!" ”

A swarm of guns stabbed.

Knife Mountain slammed.

The iron shoulders of the east and west roads, like two gates, stuck the way for the Ruan army to retreat to the two wings, attacking layer by layer of swords and guns, slowly but effectively harvesting the lives of the Ruan army, compressing the space of the Ruan army, and forcing the Ruan army to assemble to the Chinese army.

And the Chinese army, which is gathering more and more, is just exposed to the guns of Ye Qi, Mai Daming, Huang Shian and others.

Thousands of musketeers were waiting in line there.

A massacre without suspense.

If an immortal or a bodhisattva passes by at this moment and holds down the cloud head in mid-air, he will find that the army of the north, like a predatory beast, is devouring the food in front of him.

Oh, I'm not embarrassed, I'm comparing the Ruan family to food.

However, in the aftermath of the story, many people have similar descriptions. "The Ruan family? Compared with us, before the fight, the cattle roared, and the meat was beaten, and it became the beef on our plate, chopping melons and vegetables, all of which lifted them! ”

As a result, Annan's troops were nicknamed by the officers and soldiers of the Nanzhong Army, "Beef Army!" ”

The iron shoulders on the east and west wings are the two sharp claws of the beast, holding down the prey, and the troops advancing in the center, under the cover of artillery fire, are the bloody mouths of the beasts, devouring the fat and juicy food in front of them.

"Fang Ningxuan! Fang Ningxuan! ”

While slowly directing the troops to shoot in turn, Ye Qi shouted loudly at Fang Ningxuan, the commander of the division.

"Order the traffic team, send orders everywhere! The president has decreed that those who abandon their weapons and kneel on the ground will not die! ”

Fang Ningxuan agreed loudly, "Command and receive orders!" ”

"Wait a minute, the iron shoulders of the east and west wings, you run in person, these guys, I'm afraid that they will be carried away by revenge, kill too much, and ruin the general's plan!"

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