"Split the blade head-on, drop your hand and swing it horizontally to block the waist. The wind swept the autumn leaves, and the enemy could not escape. The stride is like a thunderstorm, and the chain of willows is cut obliquely. The left and right protection rely on the quick take, and the step is changed to the protruding bayonet. ”

In the small school field in Xicheng, Jinan, the first batch of 500 Jinan militiamen who had only practiced breaking the edge and eight knives for one day held a swearing-in ceremony, and the militiamen first sang the song of breaking the eight knives, and then everyone picked up a wine bowl in front of them and held it high above their heads.

Song Youliang stood on the wooden podium and said in a loud voice: "Righteous people, before today, you all have your own trades. But from this moment on, you are all warriors, all warriors who defend your homeland and country. General Ben asks you: Why are we going to war? ”

The audience was silent

"If we go not to war, and the Tartars kill us with their swords, they will point to our bones and say, 'Behold, this is a slave.' And if we do not go to war, and the Tartars spoil our wives and daughters and sisters in our presence, they will point their fingers at us and say, "Look, this is the living king." Song Youliang's tone was very calm, but the chests of the militia in the audience began to rise and fall violently, because what Song Youliang said was not groundless and alarmist

Finally, a strong man jumped out and shouted: "My lord is right, instead of being caught by the Tartars and taking him outside the gate to be a cow and a horse, it is better to fight to the death, kill one is enough, kill two and earn one." ”

"Yes~ We have produced heroes in Shandong since ancient times, if my wife and children can't be saved, is it a grandfather?" A strong man shouted

"I kill pigs, I can't speak, I just say, I used to kill pigs, and now I kill tartars!"

"Yes~! Kill the Tartars! "The mood of the militia was thoroughly aroused

"Okay, let's start the oath meeting~~ Drink blood wine!" Song Youliang picked up a dagger and poked it on his middle finger, and blood gushed out of the wound and dripped into the wine bowl

There was silence on the school field, the clicking sound of blood dripping into the wine ~ The clicking sound was clearly audible, the militiamen watched Song Youliang pick up the wine bowl, cooed a few sips and drank the wine, snap~~ Song Youliang smashed the bowl to pieces, raised his arms and shouted: "Unite as one, defend Jinan!" ”

Immediately, the militia in the audience also stabbed their fingers one after another, dripping blood into the wine bowl, and cooing behind their ears~ The sound of popping resounded, followed by a powerful chant: "United as one, defend Jinan!" ”

"Unite to defend Jinan!"

"Unite to defend Jinan!"

"Unite to defend Jinan!"

In this tragic and solemn atmosphere, a discordant voice came from the end of the team, "Woo~Woo~", everyone followed the voice, only to see a little boy shaking with a dagger, looking at the age of fifteen or sixteen, still a child. He held the dagger in one hand and aimed it at his fingers several times, but he could not stab it. Finally, with a clatter, he put the dagger on the ground and clung his head to the ground.

Song Youliang walked quickly in front of the kid and asked with a smile: "Don't be afraid, what is your name, how old are you, why did you come to be a soldier at such a young age?" ”

The boy replied, "My name is Stone, and I will be sixteen years old after the New Year." I~ I've been afraid of blood since I was a child, and I get dizzy when I see blood~"

"And you're still going to be a soldier?" The crowd burst into laughter

Shi wiped his tears with his sleeve, and the look in his eyes became more and more stubborn, "Everyone laughs at me for being cowardly, but~ But since I was a child, I have been determined to be a big hero like Yue Wumu!" So~ so here it is! ”

Song Youliang touched the head of the stone and said with a smile: "Now you know that heroes are not so easy to be, right?" Stone nodded

Song Youliang smiled again: "Actually, you don't have to be a soldier to kill the enemy to be a hero, you can go to study, get fame in the future, and be a hero for the people!" ”

Shi shook his head, "How can you be a hero if you don't fight, don't kill the enemy, and don't shed blood?" Didn't you come to Jinan to fight? ”

Song Youliang laughed when he heard this, and said, "I'll tell you what a hero is!" As he spoke, he raised his voice and said loudly to everyone: "The so-called hero is also a mortal, but he has more courage than ordinary people, dares to face his shortcomings, and dares to overcome the fear in his heart!" That's the hero! With that, he turned to the stone and asked, "Do you know how to be a hero now?" ”

Shi nodded seriously, picked up the dagger from the ground, stabbed it on his finger, dripped blood into the wine bowl, and then drank the wine in a few sips, and then choked and coughed, "I'm ~ not afraid~ I'm not afraid of blood!" He did it in one go, without hesitation, and it was hard to imagine that he was just a child who would cry in fright at the sight of blood

The crowd burst into laughter

Shi Shi finally recovered, and he said confidently: "Shi will always remember the teachings of adults, and he will definitely be a great hero who stands up to the sky!" Never disgrace our Shandong gentlemen! ”

"Good boy, take the seed~"

"It's our gentlemen from Shandong!"

"Good job~"

Boom ~ boom

A burst of cannon roar pierced the sky, the Qing soldiers began to attack the city, the militia did not panic, they each drew their knives in their hands, their faces were tragic and excited about to go to the battlefield. "Old and young masters, kill the Tartars!"

"Roar!" There was a majestic shout on the school ground, and the eight hundred militiamen, under the leadership of Song Youliang, rushed directly to the West Gate

Knock knock knock - thousands of cowhide drums of the Qing army beat together, shaking the heavens and the earth. The fierce Eight Banners rushed towards Jinan City with a brutal howl, and the momentum was terrifying.

If the Qing army wanted to attack Luoyuanmen, they must first take Song Youliang's newly built fortress, which stretched across the narrow strip of land between Luoyuanmen and the Xiluo River. The fortress was two zhang high, made of rammed earth and bricks, about one zhang wide, and was guarded by Pan Yuzhu's Pan Zi battalion.

Qing soldiers in cotton armor slowly approached the fortress in a neat formation with shields and rattan cards in hand, and they walked forward without hurry.

"What are you doing here, Tartar?" A soldier of the Pan Battalion on the rampart bit open the paper bullet and began to reload the barrel.

Pan Yuzhu on the side picked up the monocular and looked into the distance, and said with a smile: "You don't know, the cotton armor of the Tartar is made by the Liaodong Army of the Ming Dynasty, covered with cotton cloth, and there are iron pieces inside, which can prevent arrows and firecrackers, but the weight is not light." If I run all the way away, I am afraid that I will be out of breath before I can reach the front of me, and the Tartar will usually shoot me with a strong bow within a hundred paces, and then rush to kill with all his might. ”

"So what do we do?" The creeps started to get nervous

"Afraid of what?" Pan Yuzhu put away the monoculars, "Well-made cotton armor is only available to the elite soldiers of the Tartars, and besides, he has a good plan, I have a wall ladder, is our Franc machine for viewing?" ”

Sure enough, after a short slow warm-up, the Qing infantry began to accelerate: from slow to fast, from fast to trot. Elite warriors selected from among the rank-and-file soldiers had enough strength to support the heavy armor on their bodies.

"Franc machine prepare, let's give these Tartars a little bit of power!" Pan Yuzhu was on an errand under Sun Yuanhua in his early years, and he fought with the Tartars when he guarded the Shanhaiguan, and the current firearms were sharper than those in the Shanhaiguan, and Pan Yuzhu was very confident that he would beat the Tartars on his back

In front of the gunner was the Franc cannon, which was brought from the Jinan arsenal, with a firing range of more than a mile, and was rear-loaded, equipped with five sub-guns, which could quickly reload ammunition. At this time, the five Franc machines had already been loaded with gunpowder iron balls. The five guns have already been loaded, and they are waiting for the order.

Pan Yuzhu raised the telescope again, and seeing that the Qing soldiers had entered the firing range, Pan Yuzhu gave an order: "Open the cannon!" ”

In the loud noise, the smoke of gunpowder was foggy, and the fiery iron balls from the muzzles of the five Franc machine guns whistled out, and the iron balls flew out of a few hundred meters and fell to the ground, and then jumped happily on the dry ground, rolling out a bloody and blurred blood road in the crowd of Qing soldiers. One of the shells directly hit the chest of a Qing soldier, smashing the Qing soldier wearing cotton armor directly into minced meat, and the remaining strength was not dissipated, and it rolled off the calves of several Qing soldiers who followed closely, and the scene was bloody and terrifying. Those love soldiers who are accustomed to seeing the light and blood of swords can't help but tremble.

"Reload~!" The gunner waved the small flag in his hand and shouted

After firing a shot, the gunner immediately removed the finished gun behind the gun body and replaced it with a new one, which was extremely fast. This is the case with the Franc machine artillery, although the range is not as good as that of the Hongyi cannon, but because it is a rear-loading disemboweling and a gamete gun, the speed of changing ammunition can be said to be very fast. In a short time, the five Franc machines fired four or five cannons, killing and crippled more than 100 Qing soldiers. However, the fierce Qing soldiers were like wolves that smelled blood, and instead of being timid, they aroused their ferocity and continued to rush forward.

"Don't stop the Franc machine, raise the gun and prepare~!"

"Fire!"

呯~呯

A large puff of gunpowder smoke rose from the barrier, and in the thick of the smoke, a large group of Qing soldiers fell screaming, coupled with the frightened neighing of the horses, and the battlefield was chaotic. This kind of gun-lifting Ming army is called the nine-headed bird, all made of fine iron, up to 3 meters long, weighing 24 pounds, with a triangular bracket and a rotating device. This kind of lifting spear was so powerful that even the wooden chariots at this time could not resist it. If he hits the torso, he will open a great hole in blood. If you hit the limbs, your hands and feet will be severed

The Qing soldiers rushed closer, and the "tiger squat cannon fired"

Boom ~ more than a dozen tiger squatting cannons roared together at the same time, in the loud sound of fire, the choking smell of gunpowder was passed around, and the countless lead pellets shot out by the tiger squatting cannons, like a big broom, swept across the battlefield, and a large area of Qing soldiers was beaten into a sieve, and both men and horses were swept to the ground with flesh and blood.

"Ahh

"Yikes!"

Bang Bang Bang!

The Qing soldiers, who were lucky enough to avoid the cannons and raise their guns to greet them, collided head-on with the musket salvos of the Ming army. According to the previous experience of the Qing army, the Ming army's firearms and arrows had limited lethality against the Qing army wearing cotton armor at a long distance. And after a volley of firearms from the Ming army, the Qing soldiers had already rushed to the front. Therefore, the Qing soldiers only need to rush to the front of the Ming army in a 100-meter race, which means that half of them have been won, and the next thing is the difference in how many people they kill.

However, this time the Ming army's use of firearms was different from the past, and it continued after being fired together. And the power is huge, even if you wear refined cotton armor, you don't die and lose half your life after being hit by a firearm. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the three hundred Balaya soldiers in the vanguard had been killed or wounded, and Amba Lingwu watched the elite soldiers under his command being beaten by the Ming army's firearms, screaming again and again, and he couldn't help clenching his fists in distress. Before he touched the opponent's city wall, he had already lost nearly a hundred warriors, these are the elite barayas with red flags, and they are meaninglessly consumed here today.

Eventually, more than 100 barayas climbed the walls of the fortress, and the hand-to-hand fighters of the killer team armed with cold weapons on the ramparts were holding hooks and sickles to push the battle ladder. Or keep throwing rolling logs and rocks at the city. Or cut off the iron rope thrown up, and the baraya who finally climbed the barrier fell to death and injured a lot, and the few barayas who climbed into the barrier did not stand firmly, and more than a dozen swords would rush up together and cut him to the ground

There was a shout of killing above and below the barrier, which shook the sky