In addition to the shield, the person holding the long weapon in the center, the black-clothed army and the officers and soldiers are also very different. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the side of the black-clothed army, the soldier with a long weapon in the center is actually a pikeman. There are no other classes other than pikemen.

But on the side of the officers and soldiers, it is different. On the side of the officers and soldiers, the soldiers with long weapons in the center, in addition to the pikemen, there are also those with halberds, those with long ge, and those with long guns, and the types and functions of the troops are far beyond the side of the black-clothed soldiers. That's really varied, full of variety.

However, Zhang Shihua is extremely disdainful of this. Although theoretically speaking, the combination of these various long weapons can be hooked, stabbed, pecked, and blocked, but this is only a theoretical thing. When the two armies fought fiercely, the battle array was completely instantaneous. The bunch of weapons on your side looks very comprehensive, but how do you command?

You can't say that Team A hooks, Team B stabs, Team C pecks, and Team D blocks. That's simply not realistic.

So after some careful consideration, Zhang Shihua resolutely dismissed the idea of using other arms, and only retained the simplest and most practical pikemen. And in this way, the combat power of the soldiers with long weapons in the formation will naturally be stronger.

And coupled with the training method of practicing every day and these elite soldiers who have survived a hundred battles, Zhang Shihua is still very confident in his victory.

"Let's see if the Tartars can withstand Sumishihui's attack." Before the war, Zhang Shihua couldn't help but think so easily.

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"Kill the Tartar!" After quickly forming the phalanx, Zhang Shihui, who was commanding behind the formation, habitually led the corporal to shout.

And under such a shout, thousands of black-clothed soldiers and soldiers couldn't help but take neat steps, with a strong oppressive force, and slowly killed the officers and soldiers not far away.

"Five steps, ten steps, fifty steps, one hundred steps. Oh, my God! The formation of this group of black-clothed thieves was not chaotic at all, and the neat queue was still the same as when they were first arrayed. This...... It's just incredible. On the other side, facing some officers and soldiers of the black-clothed army, I couldn't help but marvel in my heart.

You must know that in today's era, it is not easy to make ninety percent of the illiterate soldiers understand the banner, listen to the drum orders, and do the prohibitions. As for the formation of battles, which are more complicated than the prohibition of orders, it is an extremely difficult matter.

Even a "famous general" like Badulu, who is familiar with the art of war, still paid unimaginable energy and sweat in order to make this group of illiterate recruits under his command get to this point. Therefore, under such circumstances, the generals who participated in the training of the new army under Badulu did not dare to think about the question of "allowing the soldiers to maintain their formation without being scattered" during the march.

Because it's just too hard.

These generals thought, "All the soldiers are not the same height, how can you make them all march at the same pace in such a situation." "And I don't think it's necessary. Because in the minds of these people, training an infantry to the point that "it can do what orders and prohibitions can be used to fight in formation", such a unit is already a rare elite soldier in the world, and there is no point in training like nitpicking.

After all, the money and food required to train a soldier is no less than the money and food spent by a soldier in battle. Blindly seeking refinement, the input and the harvest will not be proportional. They are in short supply of money and food, and they are in a hurry to beg for thieves and bandits, and they are in dire need of money, food and time, so it is naturally impossible for them to pursue any too perfect training.

Anyway, on the fierce battlefield, even if you throw a pig on it, after three or five wars, it will become an elite.

But they didn't expect that what they usually disdained would be their enemies.

Looking at the black-clothed army with extremely neat steps and pressing like a mountain, some generals twitched the corners of their mouths, and couldn't help but think in their hearts: "Damn, training soldiers like this, this group of black-clothed thieves is really rich." ”

Although the hearts of these officers and soldiers were sour, if Zhang Shihua could know what they were thinking at this time, he could only nod in agreement.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and you will reap as much as you put in. Zhang Shihua was able to train his soldiers into such an elite, and the effort and money invested in the army were naturally far greater than those of Badulu.

To tell the truth, since the day Zhang Shihua entered Nanyang and settled down in Nanyang, Zhang Shihua has been in a state of financial deficit. All the taxes of all the cities under his command in a year combined, if calculated according to the share he invested at this time, were actually only enough to support thirty percent of his soldiers and horses, or two sixty percent if strictly calculated and rounded.

In other words, the remaining nearly seventy-and-a-half shortfall in money and food was actually filled by him with the dividends plundered by the war.

Therefore, Zhang Shihua's current situation is actually quite embarrassing. Now Zhang Shihua has entered a strange circle, that is, "in order to raise soldiers, it is necessary to wage war to plunder wealth, and in order to launch war to plunder wealth, he must expand the army and raise troops on a large scale." ”

Therefore, the current Zhang Shihua seems to be very strong, (under his rule, he sits on a government and seven states and nearly 20 cities), but it only takes one fiasco, in fact, it is enough to beat Zhang Shihua, who has no more background, back to his original form.

So whenever there is a war, although Zhang Shihua pretends to be calm and calm on the surface. But in his heart, Zhang Shihua was more panicked and nervous than anyone else. Because he is so afraid of failure, even if it is only once, he will have nothing.

"I can't afford to lose, I can only win" Every time before the war, Zhang Shihua would remind himself over and over again in his heart. But in front of everyone, as the leader and decision-maker of tens of millions of soldiers, he can only hide the fear buried deep in his heart forever, and no one can tell him, let alone tell anyone.

Under such circumstances, the tremendous pressure he himself is under can be imagined. To be honest, if it weren't for the intimate comfort and wholehearted support of his family and loved ones after the war, he would have been unable to bear it a long time ago.

Therefore, even though he has full confidence in his own athletes and his own brothers. But when the roaring war drums sounded, seeing that his soldiers were about to meet the enemy in short combat, his face was light, but he still couldn't help but hold the reins of the war horse under his crotch tightly.

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"Kill!" Finally, with a shocking roar, the military formation formed by the two sergeants couldn't help but start a fierce white-knuckle battle.

Under the command of the encouragement and roar of their respective generals, the bravest sword and shield bearers on both sides covered their bodies and those of their comrades behind the tight shield array. At this time, they just clutched the weapons in their hands, and slashed or stabbed the enemy's parts that were not covered by the big shield and heavy armor.

This kind of combat and killing does not have the gorgeous martial arts skills written in martial arts novels. All the moves are just the simplest and most practical killing moves.

Under the roar or cry of pain, a heroic soldier fell in a pool of blood. And every time a soldier falls in front of him, those substitutes behind him will also stand up as soon as possible and block the gap with their bodies again.

In this way, when the fierce fighting lasted for almost half an hour, the yellow ground of the original land was stained red with blood, and the sharp blades and spears in the hands of some soldiers were broken and could not be used. Badulu couldn't help but be sad to find that the 10,000 elites under his command had actually fought to a draw with the 6,000 black-clothed troops opposite.

The more than 10,000 people in the battalion were already the most elite troops under him, but even so, he still had a tie with the black-clothed army whose strength was far inferior to him.

Such an ending can be imagined as a big blow to Badulu. Moreover, what is even more critical is that the morale of the officers and soldiers who have suffered successive setbacks since the rout of the vanguard army has fallen to the bottom at this time. Under such circumstances, unless the Badulu army won a brilliant victory, the decline in morale would be irreparable.

Although the result of this draw is already a very rare result for the officers and soldiers. But it is precisely because of this that the officers and soldiers can't help but become more desperate.

After all, with the most elite soldiers and horses in his own army, he still needs two fights and one to fight a draw, and such a result is in front of him, how can the officers and soldiers who have just experienced a crushing defeat not despair.

Looking at the frightened gaze in the eyes of the soldiers who had been defeated from outside the camp, Badulu couldn't help but become frightened.

He knew that if he couldn't suppress this fear, then he would really lose today's battle. So after gritting his teeth violently, he couldn't help but shout: "Pass on my military order, in this battle, whoever beheads the first level will be promoted to one level and rewarded with five taels of silver." ”

As soon as such an angry roar came out, under the encouragement of a great reward, he was not afraid of death, and he also appeared in batches. After all, if you behead the first level, you will be promoted to the first level, and such a good thing is estimated to be only once in a lifetime. In the troubled times, he joined the army, except for a very few people who ate and waited for death, which one did not have the ambition of soaring and returning to his hometown in the bottom of his heart.

So after roaring in unison "kill the thief". The officers and soldiers who could only fight a draw with the officers and men of the black-clothed army couldn't help but use a desperate spirit of not fearing death to suppress their enemies at once.

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"Kill the thief," a bloodied officer and soldier roared. Even though his body was covered with wounds, and his lower abdomen was even pierced by a sharp blade, with the support of the spirit of getting ahead and soaring, the officer and soldier still roared angrily, and stabbed the blade in his hand into the unprotected neck of the black-clothed soldier on the opposite side.

"Poof!" Blood gushed from the carotid arteries and splattered the man's face. And the officers and soldiers who were like beasts inspired by the hot blood couldn't help roaring, and used all their strength to cut off the head of the black-clothed soldier.

"Hahahaha, labor and management have also been promoted, and labor and management have also been promoted!" The officer and soldier raised his head to the sky and smiled. And after laughing, he was already exhausted, and he couldn't help but fall into a pool of blood. But even if he died, the soldier still clung to his head, and there was even a smile on his face.

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"Crazy, crazy, this bunch of Tartar recruits are crazy." After seeing with his own eyes the madness of the new army of officers and soldiers, Zhang Shihui, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, could not help but feel a chill.

"Just for the sake of being promoted to the next level, this group of Tartars can be like this." Zhang Shihui was a little puzzled at this time. However, although Zhang Shihui was puzzled, he was also a low-level soldier in the black-clothed army, but he could understand this madness. They are all a group of people who have been oppressed and exploited since birth, so if the opportunity to change their identity and status and make themselves human beings arises, they will definitely become so crazy. Because it's not just for themselves, it's for their children and grandchildren.

No one wants to be a subordinate for a lifetime, and they are not willing to let their children and grandchildren follow him as a subordinate for a lifetime.

Therefore, after seeing the officers and soldiers suddenly become so crazy, the black-clothed soldiers who were sweeping around showed a bit of sadness in their eyes. After all, in the strict sense of the word, they are all the same kind of people, a group of poor people who are struggling to survive in troubled times and cannot help themselves.

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"Hey, heaven and earth are like furnaces, and they and I are all poor people struggling to survive in the furnace! If you can't defeat these Tartars in one fell swoop, you won't be able to defeat them today. Saying this, Zhang Shihua couldn't help but sigh again when he looked at the officers and soldiers on the front line who suddenly became fearless of death because of the words "beheading one level, one level higher officer".

"Order, Mingjin retreats." Zhang Shihua waved his hand and said.

And hearing Zhang Shihua's words, after the prepared guards sang a fat promise, they couldn't help but shout to convey Zhang Shihua's order.

Then, the loud sound of gold couldn't help but resound through the battlefield. Hearing such a sound of gold, Zhang Shihui, who was commanding the battle on the front line, roared unwillingly, and had no choice but to follow Zhang Shihua's order, command and lead the soldiers and horses under his command, and retreat back in an orderly manner.

Of course, when the soldiers and horses retreated, the group of red-eyed officers and soldiers on the opposite side also pursued them desperately. However, under the cover of Guo Yu and others, this group of officers and soldiers who rashly pursued after throwing hundreds of corpses in vain, they couldn't help but withdraw their soldiers and horses.

(To be continued.................. ）

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