I'm really sorry, I promised to take the kitten out for a trip, and relatives visited, so the National Day can only be updated from time to time these days,

On the west bank of the vortex river, in the fields that have been abandoned for many years, only a little outline of the field stalks where the wild grass grows wildly. The soil of the canopy was dug up along with the foot-long grass roots. The landfill is parked under the wheels and acts as a fixture and shelter.

The scorching projectiles, whistling and dancing through the air, knocked down one body after another galloping on horseback, or threw them out with the neighing of their mounts' wounded wounds.

In response, the arrows fired in an arc also popped against these makeshift bunkers, or pierced through the gaps of the carts, knocking down a figure lying low.

Clusters of speeding figures swept in front of the formation like the sound of the wind, and then instead of suddenly turning, they slammed into the defense line formed by the long car, shaking the roof of the long car, and the dust splashed through the gap, spraying on the faces of those crouching people, making his mother like a clay man with a fiery face, but no matter how it staggered, the formation of the long car formed a front was only slightly deformed and displaced.

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From time to time, there were also agile knights, taking advantage of the firing interval to step on the horse's hooves on the long cart, and with their riding lances to stab the exposed heads and shoulders inward, and then the spears protruding from behind the long cart stabbed head-on in the chest and abdomen and struggled to overturn, or a brave white soldier ventured close to the horse, chopped off his legs and feet with his sword and axe, and the miserable screams rolled down with the men and horses.

Two hours later,

Watching the cavalry regrouped in the slightly blood-colored smoke and dust, slowly turning the horse's head into several layers, one after another accelerating in the opposite direction, exiting the possible range of the firearms, and gathering into a long chariot, I couldn't help but burst into a low cheer.

"Withdrawn?"

Zhang Xian, who breathed a sigh of relief, also put down the short gun in his hand a little tiredly in the low cheers he neared, although compared to the swords, spears and guns he used, this thing was heard in his hand, and it was more often used as a sign of pre-military orders.

But after all, this is also a kind of identity and qualification, only officers and non-commissioned officers have the corresponding self-defense short-handedness, as for the leaders of those auxiliary troops and skirmishers, they can only stand in the front row, brandishing three shots of three-eyed guns, and command the command to go down and fight with the enemy......

"The third and fourth teams strengthened the defense, and the first team counted the casualties ......"

He sat gracelessly on the upturned mud floor, and said in a deep voice with a long knife,

"The second team is ready to cook...... Fifth Team Alert ......"

Then he looked at the carts that were hooked together, and as the officer leading the team, he knew a little bit that they were playing the role of some kind of pathfinder and bait along the way.

On the surface, it is said to rescue the trapped Jiangchuan army, but in fact, it is to lure out those Northern Dynasty cavalry who are not triggered, so after encountering the enemy, it is necessary to have enough tenacity and self-sustaining ability.

Therefore, bringing these carts can more or less test the effectiveness of the gun team to form a formation and resist the cavalry attack. After all, compared to traditional bows and crossbows, which have limited individual carry-on capacity and are prone to fatigue, the strength required for firearms is almost negligible.

After a long journey, as long as you have the energy to catch your breath, you can pick up the firearm to maintain a certain formation and kill, so the real key is the skillfulness of the usual operation and the sophistication of facing the enemy.

Theoretically, as long as the cavalry does not break through the formation, the fire gun can maintain a relatively steady damage output until the enemy can no longer bear the casualties and give up or disperse.

Therefore, in this advance team of more than 1,000 people, although it was Zhang Xian's flag of the Third Auxiliary Army Brigade and the small flag of the Fifth Regiment of the Second Battalion, it actually included a cavalry fire of the teaching team, a gun team of the Pacesetter Regiment, a white soldier team of the first battalion and the second regiment, and a regiment of the third battalion.

In particular, the standard chariots that were sent to hand were also brought in with the horses for the first time to form a special chariot regiment, which also made Zhang Xian, who was the temporary commander of the troops, very Alexander.

But it is said that it was the Luo general, Luo Dujian, who personally named him to lead the team, and the reason was very simple, because he was not famous, and his rank was low enough, and it had the effect of leading the enemy to take the initiative to fight.

He was flattered by this, and all he had was admittedly frightened and conscientious.

Of course, if the enemy forces are not on the road, they are still the first to send reinforcements, responsible for driving out and contacting the enemy forces that may be besieged.

And the result is obvious, this is the fifth attack they have been harassed after crossing the vortex river, these cavalry of the Northern Dynasty, like a tide of wind, appeared from the field, and disappeared like a tide, like wolves in the mountains.

The slightest carelessness will be torn off by them, and they are not in love with war at all, nor are they greedy, they break along the outside, and leave with a little engagement on the edge, although the casualties are not large, but the overall morale and personal spirit are very depleted.

Especially when he found himself weak against the enemy and could only be passive, the confessions of those remnants of the army, it is said that the retreating Yunlin Army was dragged down in this way.

These proud enemies before, and even dared to be arrogant in groups, kept a certain deterrent distance in the distance, and accompanied the march of this army, until they were killed and wounded by the chasseurs who accompanied the army, and then disappeared far away.

Quan Liu, who curled up behind the platoon, was also among the five chasers accompanying him, and as a chasmer's privilege and treatment, he spent most of his time sitting on the cart, testing his weapons and checking his wrapped sub-medicine projectiles over and over again.

To tell the truth, it was much easier for him to fight cavalry than to fight the infantry army, although the cavalry moved faster than the infantry army, but in the process of head-on charge, the goal of the war horse was much larger than the person, and it was rare to miss the time, and the consequences of falling off the horse in the fierce march were also rarely fortunate.

And there is a high probability that the head is an official, but relatively in the wilderness, there are few situations where he can hide his own shelter, he can only hide in the crowd and let go of the gun, and he can't directly calculate the results of the battle and is somewhat unbeautiful.

Checking the ammunition, Kwonroo set up his long gun again, and with the fine-tuned vernier on it, he aimed at the empty field, where the corpses of some people and horses were scattered, some of which didn't seem to be completely dead, but were rolling and wriggling on the ground.

It was a dying cavalryman, lying on his back with blood foaming from his mouth, but he struggled to raise a hand to soothe his equally dying mount, and then slowly stiffened and completely lost his life.

Suddenly, there was a snap of the gun, but it was an enemy soldier who slowly crawled out of the corpse and limped into the distance, his body stagnated, and he fell to the ground in a daze.

"Okay, you're a six-......"

A loud voice suddenly startled him, and he almost didn't have a conditioned reflex, and smashed the handle of the gun sideways and smashed it into the other party's face, only to find that it was the old cow who had partnered in the capture team, so he suddenly stopped and showed a stupid expression.

"This time, I'm afraid there won't be four hundred feet to call ......"

Lao Niu didn't seem to care about Quan Liu's overreaction, and continued to praise.

He was now wearing two pieces of lockleaf mail, with a fire-long epaulette and a dagger emblem for catching a pair of soldiers, and two hammers and trumpets at his waist, which looked presentable, with the demeanor of a leader.

"Your eyesight and breath-holding skills are so refined......"

"I want to get started, so I can't wait to beat it out as a hammer stick......"

"Until now, I can only use a thick guy like the lower horn gun......"

After this old cow finally found his own value and positioning in the army, and was a like-minded person, it seemed that he had a self-familiar character hidden in his bones, and it was slowly revealed with his daily life.

"It's back......"

Suddenly, Kwon Liu, who looked lazy, jumped up,

The dust and smoke in the distance of the sky were billowing, and when I looked at it with a few hand-issued mirrors, it was the cavalry sent out to seek the enemy, and some wolves rushed back.

It's just that while they are riding their horses and galloping, they also use shortened versions of horse guns and handcuffs, and from time to time they shoot backwards on the back of their horses.

Then in the car array, I also felt some kind of dust rushing down, at least not the movement that could be created by such dozens of rides.

It was as if they had suddenly reached a tipping point, and the black-pressed enemy crossed the boundary between heaven and earth like a tidal wave, mottling the green weeds in the dust, dyeing them with a layer of yellow color.

Seeing a large number of enemies attacking, Zhang Xian breathed a sigh of relief. Then there was a thud, and a firework cannon, with some kind of sharp whistling sound, rose in the air.

"A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet each other."

In the city of Xuzhou, the daily life in the war was once again ushered in.

"Jicama ...... again"

"My stomach is sour......

Cai Yuanchang silently listened to the muttering and complaints of the people around him, and silently took his share.

A small clay basin contains a thick tooth-grinding cake with a large spoonful of soybean meal paste, which is the most important part of a two-day meal. As a benefit of the grassroots miscellaneous adjudicator, he can get an extra roasted sweet potato with the skin.

But at least he could eat it dry, and most of the others had only two spoonfuls of soybean meal, wild herbs, leaves, and an unknown additive to make a fussy paste, and it would be a kind of unsavory luck to be able to eat residues like rat's tail in it.

With the arrival of the northern soldiers, the supply in the city of Xuzhou Prefecture also quickly became tight, and it was specially for the displaced people who fled to the city for refuge, and the dozen or so porridge shacks were also removed.

Moreover, compared with the locally-born military with some taboos and bottom lines, these northern soldiers did similar things, but there was no nostalgia at all, as long as the rumors were heard, the soldiers frequently broke into the people's homes, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and dug into the ground, and pulled out one by one, one by one the wind chickens and salted fish that were desperately hidden, even even a handful of musty beans, or moth-eaten barley, and then the nose and face were swollen after being taught, or the head was beaten and the head was bleeding, all kinds of crying and shouting, Secretly wiping away tears, and even begging bitterly, he walked away.

Then, in order to fill their bellies, they had to accept the tribes of the defenders, gather men and women in the prime of life, and go to the city walls to do dangerous and hard labor. Once upon a time, as the most superior Pengcheng Shimin in the seven states of Qingxu Town, how could they have suffered this kind of hardship.

Such an abuse of people's power wastes people's hearts, and if it goes on like this, even if it can survive this difficult time, the local Pengcheng is in a corner of the troubled times, and the humanities and traditions that have been easily accumulated for hundreds of years and decades have also disappeared.

And Cai Yuanchang's personal experience is just a small epitome of it, full of economy, what if he can speak well, what if he has a prosperous literary style, and what if he has great achievements, after the arrival of the war, he will not still be on the streets, and he will be coerced by knives and guns to do this difficult labor of nine deaths.

And for Cai Yuanchang, it didn't take long to eat this thing without oil or salt, and he could hear the gurgling protest of his stomach, he had to tighten his belt, and use the feeling of tightening pressure to temporarily suppress the hungry stomach, and the idling burning sensation of burning his heart.

In the dried leaves on the vine trellis in the small courtyard, he also hid a few dried melon pulps that were not found, soaked in well water, and torn them up to make some dishes. The days when he was in prison made him quickly learn to use all kinds of methods to extricate himself in the midst of hardships and hardships, so that he would not become numb like the walking dead like most people because of the cruelty of reality, or give up on himself and do the act of begging for death......

Suddenly, his body shook and it was easy to stabilize, but the food bowl in his hand was hit hard, fell to the ground and overturned. But he was too engrossed in his mind to pay attention to the group of soldiers rushing by, and their rampaging figures suddenly set off a commotion and screams of chickens and dogs in these crowds waiting to eat or eat.

And Cai Yuanchang is the last of the victims. And the initiator was already pulling at the hem of his clothes.

"Good dogs don't get in the way......"

The other party glared at him viciously, and finally under the pull of his companion, he gave up the plan to stop and talk about his stumbling block and have a good theory.

Cai Yuanchang paused, and then picked up the clay pot he had knocked over in the dust they left behind, at least even if the cake was dirty, and he stepped on it a few times, but he could still eat it after scraping.

As for the bean paste, it was unimaginable, it had turned into a gray-black paste like paste, and then it was scraped and eaten by several people.

In the end, it was the familiar firehead who couldn't look at it, and he brushed the muddy water from the pot of boiling beans, rolled and scooped a few spoonfuls to him, which was some kind of compensation. When he began to think about whether to dip the cake horizontally or vertically, it would taste softer.

Suddenly, there was a dull sound, and a large cloud of dust and smoke suddenly rolled up in the direction of the city wall, covering the sky and the sun, almost covering half of the sky, and even the sun stole it temporarily became dim and mottled, as if it had entered the evening in advance.

"Guo Cheng broke the ......"

"The Nankee has come in......"

With a roaring cry, the soldiers who had just rushed forward rushed back in his direction with greater speed, and more defenders followed them.

It's just that they are all discouraged, and they are so panicked that they drag the flag battle, while they are still throwing away the weapons and armor in their hands, as if there is some terrible thing at the vicious level, and they are viciously chasing and biting behind their buttocks.

At the sound of the trumpet, another army of brightly armored troops from the inner city rushed through the streets in a hurry, like a heavy embankment, and ran into the rush of deserters head-on, and immediately brought them down, and these new troops slashed and slashed with their weapons and shouted and cursed

"You ...... kills"

"The dog that commands the tail and escapes is ......"

"Don't run ......"

"Death ...... those who escaped from the battle"

"It's a gentleman, just turn around and go back......"

"Do you want to leave the **** to those Nankees,."

To put it mildly, after slashing and killing dozens of stubborn people, this mutual round of surging water went back to the direction of the city wall.

Cai Yuanchang, these passers-by, couldn't help but be coerced in, and even he was stuffed with a short wooden stick drawn from the pyre, so that he would not meet the enemy "with his bare hands".