Chapter 23: Burma Strategy (10)

Faced with the waist knife that reflected a metallic luster in the sun, the soldiers' fear of the waist knife exceeded the fear of the target group. If you stand here, you will be hit by an elephant at most--- anyway, it is better to die early than later.

The "calm" Ming army reorganized itself under the shouts of the officers, and some soldiers accidentally knocked out the whole strip and clumsily wanted to poke the barrel with their fingers.

"If you don't have a pass, ask for a loan from the side of it!" The sentries put their swords back into their sheaths and stepped aside.

The Ming army, which had emptied the chamber of the gun, hurriedly began the second round of reloading, and the long strip was constantly passed between the soldiers. Intimidated by the waist knives of the sentinels, the Ming army, which was already trembling, held on and did not leave the position.

"Take the fire!"

The sentinels in the back row gave the order in unison. The spearmen clamped their spears in their armpits and quickly brought the lead of the palm thunder to the slow-burning arque.

"Silky silk..."

Elephants are afraid of fire, and their riders can't poke them in the eyes. The sudden appearance of fire in front of and on the sides of the herd frightened the war elephants, and the riders clung to the elephants, trying to get the war elephants back as they turned around.

"Second row, bomb dropping!"

Another wave of palm thunder flew out with flames.

"Third row, bomb dropping!"

In order to gather so many grenadiers, Li Dingguo concentrated almost the entire army's strong men, and even transferred a few of his own soldiers to Wang Xi. These "giants", who are on average 1.8 meters tall and weigh at least 70 kilograms, are constantly waving their unicorn arms, turning the front of the battle into a sea of fire like humanoid mortars...

In some places, there was already a burning fire, and the flying shrapnel caused many of the war elephant riders to fall. The war elephants, who had lost their drivers, began to diverge, some of them rushed towards the Ming army in a frenzy, while more turned around and rushed towards the Burmese army.

"All salvo!" Six hundred flintlock pistols spewed and banged, and a thick puff of white smoke immediately rose from the front. The chamber of the flintlock pistol is open, while the flintlock pistol is airtight, so the flintlock pistol is more powerful than the nibpeter pistol. The lead continued to plunge into the flesh of the elephants, and the blood-drenched herd became even more frenzied, screaming and launching a 100-meter sprint.

The flintlock musketeers immediately retreated, and the grenadiers, who had lost all their palms, picked up their spears and stepped forward, plunging them deep into the earth, and facing the cavalry, if they held the spear in their hands, they would only break their hands.

The crazy war elephant dragged out bloody traces on the ground, crashing into the Ming army's position like a blood meteor......

The sound of the spear tip tearing the elephant's flesh echoed in the ears of the Ming army, and many spears were broken by the war elephants, and the bounced and cracked sawdust flew to the face of the Ming army, drawing several bright red scars.

A war elephant with the tip of a spear in its body, raised its bloody elephant hooves high, and trampled on a Ming soldier...

The Ming army was already out of spears, and behind them were colleagues, and there was no way to retreat. Even if the comrade-in-arms behind him risked breaking his arm and stabbed the elephant with a spear, it could not change his fate of dying in battle. Unarmed, he stared blankly at the scarred "enemy", waiting for death to come.

"Boom" a few times, and the war elephant that was about to take revenge in the flesh instantly turned into a mess of mud. At a distance of ten paces, he was directly hit by an iron ball, and the war elephant, which was already covered in wounds, fell down, and the Ming army was lucky to get rid of death. And the body of the war elephant also absorbed most of the kinetic energy, and the iron ball rolled weakly at his feet, without hurting his own people.

And the initiator of all this fell to the ground holding a tiger squat cannon that had just been fired, and the hot tiger squat cannon was thrown away by him and rolled aside.

The Ming army looked at this warrior with his bare hands in astonishment, dumbfounded; I was amazed by his courage and strength, but I was also taken aback by this iron ball; If his hands shake, maybe he will be the one who will be smashed into pulp!

Seeing the tragic situation of the elephants, the war elephants finally "woke up", escaped from these terrifying fire-breathing Homo erectus, and turned around and rushed towards the Burmese army, which could not breathe fire. Wang Xi's sorrowful face finally relaxed, and let the soldiers wave the flag. Military flags were raised and waved high, and the Ming army maintained a neat formation and slowly pursued the past.

How could the Burmese army, who was waiting to rob behind the war elephants, think that the war elephants who were supposed to help them turned around and turned their faces? Compared with the Ming army, the Burmese army, who were familiar with war elephants, understood the power of elephants better, and they threw down their weapons and fled backwards.

As a regular army, the elite directly under the king of Burma still has a bit of military discipline: the officers take their own soldiers, and if they catch a deserter, they will cut him in the neck. The head grunted and rolled on the ground, and was kicked as a ball by the big-shouldered and round-waisted soldiers.

"Straight sissy thief! We want to live, but you want us to die! "When a Burmese soldier saw a warlord in the way, he picked up someone's spear and poked it at the fierce god with the knife. An inch long and an inch strong, the Burmese army quickly overwhelmed the warlords, and ran towards the king's tent, oh no, the elephants.

Most of the newly recruited peasant soldiers were on the battlefield for the first time, so where had they ever seen such a scene? In a short time, the Burmese army turned into humanoid dominoes, and they kept "falling" backwards.

Li Dingguo stood on a high place and looked at the defeated Burmese army, his face was happy, but he was still waiting for something in his eyes. Even if the rout of the Burmese army being trampled by its own war elephants is unlikely to be faked, ...... "I can't afford to lose!" ”

Finally, several large flags that had been erected by the Burmese army since the beginning of the war fell with a bang. Staring at the few rags that arced in the air, Li Dingguo's eyes returned to peace, and he waved his hand to let his soldiers give orders.

The drums of war beat again.

The Ming infantry formed a small formation, while the cavalry fought from the flanks and swooped down like arrows from a string to the place where the biggest banner fell! In Li Dingguo's judgment, that is where the chief general of the Burmese army is.

In fact, it was the location of the King of Burma!

Hundreds of people were dressed in full armor, and the heavy cavalry with the front armor on their horses galloped with the sound of the whirring wind, and each cavalryman held a snow-bright saber in his hand. Cavalry combat is also an inch long and an inch strong, and it is more common to charge with a spear than a saber. But does the current Burmese army still have the heart to fight?

One live meat target after another was cut to the ground, and these tall horses, who did not belong to the local area, smelled the familiar smell of blood and let out a burst of smug neighing.

Mangda has already thrown his ambitions out of the clouds, and he can't wait to turn the war elephant under his crotch into a small Dumbo elephant now, spread his wings and fly back to Ava City!

With endless remorse and fear, Mangda ordered the rider to immediately let the war elephant run, the rider picked up the sharp copper hammer and stabbed the elephant in the back, and the war elephant roared and ran because he felt the pain to the bone, and the Burmese army in front of him didn't even have time to dodge, so he was hit by four big hooves and turned into a two-dimensional meatloaf.