Chapter 13: The Old Hatred of More Than Twenty Years Ago

The attire of Jinhuajun was different from that of Zhang Xuan's other subordinates.

Each of them carried a large hat on their heads, as if to walk in the rain.

There is no armor on the body. Zhang Xuan's armor was not too much. Xu is all under Zhang Xuan's subordinates, and the plan is not in the first sequence of supplementation.

These people wore battle robes with distinctive characteristics of the Ming army, that is, mandarin duck battle jackets.

In fact, although the mandarin duck jacket is not armor, it also has the ability to protect, it is made of cotton, and there is a barbed wire in the middle, which can be regarded as a style of cotton armor.

However, in the late Ming Dynasty, the workmanship of these things was obviously not good.

Therefore, the protection ability is not very strong.

These mandarin duck jackets under Xu Du's command were all captured from the official army, and then qualified ones were selected and distributed.

But even after this once, there are not many fully qualified, cutting corners on cotton, barbed wire is simply not there.

It can only be said that it is a relatively thick garment.

The soldiers of the Yiwu battalion, lined up in a neat formation, approached the nameless mountain from the south step by step.

It's just that the weapons in his hands are not neat enough. In particular, the long wolf whisks are especially noticeable in the queue.

"Tiger." A loud shout.

"Brush." With a sound, the Yiwu camp suddenly dispersed, with a small group as the column, and the people at the head walked in front with a big shield.

The sergeants in the back walked in the back.

The terrain slowly rose, looking down from the top of the mountain, countless teams, more than a dozen steps apart, because of the terrain, some of the distance is a little closer, and some are a little farther.

A Manchu general on the top of the mountain, his face was full of wind and frost, and his face was wrinkled. The money rat tail argument is also a little white.

He slowly put on his helmet, lowered the armor in front of his face, looked through the gap in the armor, and waved his hand.

All the soldiers around him instantly began to bend their bows and arrows, and the arrows shot towards the sky.

It's a sling.

Nearly a meter long, these arrows are long and heavy, and with heavy bows, they are extremely powerful. Extremely strong armor-piercing. It's no worse than a firebolt, or even stronger.

The only flaw is the relatively short range.

But at this moment, shooting down from a high place is another hanging shot, which increases the range a lot out of thin air.

"Pounce." With a bang, a soldier of the Wu battalion fell to the ground, and a long arrow shot through his face, and the arrow feathers were still trembling slightly.

But all the soldiers walked past him without saying a word, as if they had not seen it.

"Snatch." The sound of arrows was endless.

The sound wasn't too dense.

Unlike ordinary archers.

Ordinary archers rely on the density of their shots to cover the enemy. But the arrows of the Eight Banners archers are as if they have eyes.

Shot into the queue from all over the place.

And the captain holding a large shield at the forefront is the focus of the attack.

Dozens of pounds of heavy shields can't withstand such a shot.

Behind many large shields, clear and sharp arrows can be seen, which have already shot through the large shields.

It's just that the arrow body is stuck.

Silent. What the Yiwu battalion showed was silence.

It seems that he didn't see it, and he didn't seem to know that the person who died in the next second could be himself. It seemed like they were all training.

There was no movement.

Not even the speed slowed down a bit.

"Tiger." Another shout.

Each squad shouted at the same time, and the soldiers, who had been lined up behind the big shield, quickly dispersed left and right.

Left and right facing each other, all kinds of weapons in hand.

The mandarin duck array unfolded.

"Tiger." With a loud shout, everyone began to rush upwards with all their might.

They cooperate very tacitly, even when they charge rapidly, they maintain their formation, and the relative positions of each other in the squad remain the same.

"Kill." The veteran shouted, and then the Qing army rushed down.

The Qing army was condescending, holding a big knife and spear in their hands, and rushed down as fierce as a tiger.

It's a bit overwhelming

But they were still blocked.

It was flesh and blood that stood in their way.

"Tiger, tiger, tiger." Holding the badge of the big shield, he shouted hoarsely, as if he wanted to expel all the air from his lungs in an instant.

The soldiers of the Yiwu battalion are not considered recruits, but they have not fought any hard battles.

This time, before the battle, there was a lot of loss.

It also puts them under a lot of psychological pressure.

Even veterans who are accustomed to fighting wars are not nervous when they actually go to the battlefield, but they are used to controlling their nervousness.

For example, now, even though he yelled loudly to relieve his tension, the movements in his hands were not deformed at all.

The whole shield was like a wall, and the people with the shield slammed forward.

"Take." With a thud, the long knife slashed into the shield. Then "Boom." With a bang, the shield collided with the Qing army that rushed to the front.

The light and shadow above him moved, and there seemed to be a dark cloud rolling in.

This is not a dark cloud, but a wolf.

The wolf squirt blocked out a large area of sunlight, as if a dark cloud was rolling in.

This wolf is a big bamboo, with a lot of iron spear tips tied to it, and with just one sweep, the entire front of the mandarin duck array has been swept in.

The Eight Banners soldiers who rushed down retreated.

"Bang." A fiery gun rang out.

In a Mandarin Duck Formation team, there is a firecracker with the most firepower. At this moment, he aimed, and with a bang, the Eight Banners who rushed to the front were suddenly knocked to the ground.

After all, the two sides are only a few steps apart now, almost face to face, breathing can be heard, and the accuracy of a few steps is quite problematic.

But so close

, there is still a little bit of accuracy.

Immediately, one by one, the spears stabbed out in the cover of the wolf's whire, and hit the Eight Banners.

For a while, these Eight Banners soldiers were not too accustomed to such a formation, and they were killed several at once. The Yiwu battalion also slammed forward several steps.

Looking down from the sky.

I saw that the Yiwu battalion was broken down into squads.

But between the squads, the positions were still relatively fixed, as if they were in a sharp array, rushing towards the top of the mountain.

The Manchu veteran standing on the top of the mountain shrank his eyes slightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his entire vision seemed to become blood-red.

Two words burst out from between his teeth: "Zhejiang Army." ”

In a trance, he seemed to go back more than twenty years. At that time, he was only a teenager, and he followed Xian Khan to fight, and he was facing the Zhejiang army.

Even now when he thinks about that battle, he can't help but be nervous.

The battle by the Hunhe River can be said to be the most tragic battle fought before the Qing army entered the customs.

The Qing army had more than 10,000 people in the Eight Banners, surrounded more than 7,000 people in the Zhejiang army and the Sichuan army, and the cavalry repeatedly attacked, but they could not shake the Ming army's position.

The Eight Banners dismounted and fought on foot.

His two brothers were killed in the battle.

Even among the Manchu elites at that time, there was a intention to withdraw troops. In the end, Lao Khan insisted, rewarded the captured gunners of the Liao army with a lot of money, turned the head of the gun to bombard the Ming army, and only then did he tear open the Ming army's position and have to kill it.

However, among the total annihilation of the Ming army, the Qing army suffered many losses, and it was a battle of both defeats.

It's just that after this battle, no Ming army dared to fight with the Qing army in the field, and it can't be said that it was not a victory.

As an old man who participated in the First World War that year, he seemed to forget that there was such an army in the midst of one big victory after another.

But now he thought about how he had felt again.

He drew his sword sharply and said: "Pass the order, those who dare to take a step back will be beheaded, and if they die on the battlefield, their families will be compensated, and if they retreat, the whole army will raise the flag and be beheaded immediately." ”

His order rang out.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners, who immediately retreated, immediately stopped retreating.

As an emerging power, the Manchu Qing Dynasty was full of vigor, at least above military law, and was quite strict.

Absolutely do what you say, even if you are a nobleman, you are not immune.

With such a state, it may not be able to last long, but at this time, the combat strength, military discipline, and morale of the Eight Banners are definitely first-class.

No matter what the children of the Eight Banners degenerate into later, but at this time, they deserve the four words of courage in the world.

"Kill." One of the Eight Banners leaned forward slightly. The whole person crashed into the wolf's wreath.

The iron spears on the wolf's roof slammed into him one by one, bursting out with sparks, but they were unable to break the armor.

But a spear slammed into the man's waist and abdomen. Blood spurted out.

Now this man will not be able to live.

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