In Liao? The march along the upper reaches of the Daling River in the north can be said to be a mountain or a mountain along the way, but it is not as steep and strange as Liaodong, and it is not as much cut off as the terrain on the eastern peninsula XshuOTXt.CoM

If you can look down from the sky, you can clearly see that the Daling River, which divides from the Liaohe Plain and zigzags to the north, and then bends in the mountains to the west, flows through the narrow valley, like a bead rope or grape stalk that winds in the mountains, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, connecting many fine hills and valleys along the way;

However, between the march of the brigade, it is obviously inevitable that there will be more detours in the buckling circle. The relatively complex terrain of high and low staggered width and narrowness has also caused a lot of trouble and obstacles to most of the newcomers, sentinels and scouts.

And in a shallow and narrow ravine, the first troop trooped over a knee-deep riverbank.

Qu Duan, who had just dropped out because of his military exploits, was the reserve general of the newly formed seventh battalion of the former army, chewing some bitter reed grass roots in his mouth, looking forward to the left and right slightly, and riding a five-flowered horse produced in western Liaoning to walk at the head of the queue.

I just feel that the mountains along the way overlap and the forests are verdant, which makes people always feel that they are not down-to-earth.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and he saw the card officer beside him snort, and fell off his horse, quickly grasping the fallen camp flag.

More and denser buzzing sounds also appeared in the air, and then turned into arrows like whistling locusts, and fell sharply into the new queue, and suddenly overturned some figures accompanying the vehicles;

The large stones and logs on the hill also had a kind of crashing roar, knocking down and overturning countless plants and trees, and suddenly rolling down the steep slopes.

The huge momentum knocked over more than a dozen large vehicles, smashed them off the edge of the road, and landed among some soldiers who could not dodge, and the first casualties began to appear.

The rapid horn sound of the head and tail of the team was blown one after another.

"Actually ambushed?"

Qu Duan's face was almost unchanged in thought, looking at the crowd rushing down from all over the mountains, his heart was like lightning, and he quickly made all kinds of judgments based on familiar military rules and past experience.

Although the enemy's uniforms and flags are quite mixed, the size and superiority in numbers are obvious.

Then a few simple orders were also passed on with the sound of trumpets and flags.

Most of the officers and men in the marching team had already reacted, stopped on the spot and took off their straddles, and under the shouts of the veterans and non-commissioned officers around them, they all raised diagonally in the direction of the incoming enemy.

Braving the stray arrows that fell with a roar, they squatted down in groups of three or five to lower their bodies, or set up fire guns behind horses and carts; Then, according to the usual training steps, either nervous or unhurried, he took out the medicine bag projectile from the leather pocket of his waist and hips, pressed it into the breech of the fire gun, and then pulled the firing spring against the fire starter, and clamped a tin foil fire cap.

"Stabilize ......"

"Stabilize ......"

"Don't be presumptuous......"

At this time, the veterans were still trying to control the rhythm of most people, while instructing the white soldiers in armor and shields to step forward and drag the wounded who fell to the ground and were still groaning, and even brought weapons to the nearest ready-made cover.

At this time, those roaring ambush soldiers had already rushed to twenty or thirty paces away, and finally some people couldn't help it, and couldn't wait to raise their guns too much, blankly facing the direction of the enemy is a random shot.

"Clumsy,"

Then, he was kicked to the ground by the veteran soldiers around him with a roar.

"Hear the order clearly, aim and then put it......"

However, his shot was like opening the horn of some kind of counterattack in advance, and it caused a chain of scramble to radiate. Suddenly, the elongated line was enveloped in a thin smoke.

And in this first round of uneven remnants of the first shot, those enemy soldiers who rushed to the front seemed to have encountered an invisible wall, or a hidden dead line head-on.

Almost invariably, there was a sudden pause, and then dozens of figures fell slightly, while the rest of the people hesitated slightly, and they still had the courage to accelerate and rush forward, and in the blink of an eye, they broke through within twenty steps, and they could directly throw martial arts? distance.

At this moment they paused again, and saw a cold glittering spear and axe flying out of the crowd, and struck into the ranks of the soldiers who advanced and retreated to the roadside, and caused new casualties again with a loud cry of pain.

However, the second round of fires that followed in the front queue was much more orderly and the results were naturally better.

I saw those, head-on in the queue of loud shouts, in the process of galloping and sprinting, it was like being hit by the fixing method, and it was like stumbling hard, and then it was lost and rolled down the slope, and then was trampled under the feet of more people.

Then the white soldiers, who were holding their spears, took advantage of the situation and stepped forward to block the rest of the enemy's momentum, while behind them leaned over the bells and short guns on their shoulders, and struck at these fish that had slipped through the net, and struck them in the face, and there were pieces of fine scattered bullets and iron slag.

With the blocking and stabbing of the white soldiers, they actually retreated from these remnants of the enemy who rushed to the front.

At this time, there was also a dull sound of horns on the hillside, and after a few breaths the sharp rattle from the horse's hooves sounded again from far and near from the other direction of the valley.

There were also cavalry down the slope, although the equipment was rather rudimentary, and there was little armor, but those bare rocks and rugged mountains were as smooth as the wind under the hooves of their horses, and they seemed to be quite familiar and well-trained.

However, this doesn't seem to be of much use.

Seeing the distance they quickly crossed in their sprint, they struck the wall of bayonets and short spears that were shrunk around the weight of the carriage, like hollow hedgehogs, and then they struggled in agony, rolling to the ground with a few to a dozen wounds of blood gushing to the ground.

At this time, the ambush troops who had been temporarily repulsed on the hillside also got a chance to regroup and make a comeback, and shouted and shouted to cooperate with these cavalrymen who were constantly rushing down, desperately fighting and pouring in, occupying the lines on both sides of the road.

On the hillsides and in the woods, there were more figures with bows and bows, almost desperately pulling the strings to get more arrows into the crowd.

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The marching queue pulled on the road, although it was the ambush soldiers who desperately broke in, gave the horses and steps a coordinated rush to do several sections; However, it was not able to disperse as the other party wanted, but after breaking up the formation, it gathered and attached to the nearby large or small war group;

Then, with his back against his comrades or a specially made cart as cover, he raised his bayonet several times up and down, and continued to engage and fight the enemy in the vicinity of the continuous rush.

And whenever the fire and smoke from the inner column dispersed, a number of enemies besieging from the outer layer would fall to the ground with blood spurting from their backs.

And after several rounds of alternating parry and volleys, Qu Duan once again ordered the trumpeters around him to blow a certain rhythm, and the inner layers of those battle groups and circles suddenly flew up and threw a number of oval spheres, with a faint smoke and smashed into the besieging enemy bushes.

Then they were blown up by the flames and smoke clouds that exploded under their feet and close to them, and suddenly even the basic formation and coordination were scattered and disrupted.

Then, like the flowers of death that suddenly bloomed, and like the sharp jagged edges that swirled, the jerky spikes began to fill from the inside out and spread out in all directions with the thrusting motion.

In the screams of a splash of blood, the enemies who were still piled up around them were like wounds that had been rapidly torn and expanded; With the corpses and wounded who fell to the ground, there was once again shaking and confusion, and began to spontaneously collapse outward.

It was too late, and the battle had already lasted for half an hour.

When the fast rifle team behind it, under the cover of the white soldiers, slowly advanced along the mountain, the siege of these ambushes began to be contained and reversed.

When the half battalion at the end of the team belonged to the horse pack artillery team, and after the quick gun team joined the battle, the enemy's decline was irreversible.

As the scattering cannons of a group of three or four and the turning of the two-person carriage began to wield, the narrow mountain was also included in the firing range; Those enemies who still hide behind rocks and bushes and shoot arrows desperately are like anthills watered by soup;

After the scattered bombs of the grass, trees, mountains and rocks bombarded past, they completely cut off their sound and reaction, or turned into a sparse figure running backwards.

In the narrow valley, there are no longer piles of human bodies that catch and fight, but figures who flee everywhere and are then knocked down from behind.

The White Soldiers, armed with swords and swords, had already regrouped and began to recoil up the hill to pursue the remnants of the enemy with all their might.

With the sound of short, sporadic bangs, the remnants of the enemy who were hiding in the mountains and forests and wanted to survive were also cleaned up and driven out to become falling corpses or dejected captives. For mobile phone users, please visit m.