Chapter 318: The Yellow River Fu (Part 17)

"Boom," the No. 1 gun of the No. 3 ship swept out hundreds of grape eggs at the empty riverbank, not to kill people, but to simply demarcate the sphere of influence,

Fifty paces from the surface of the water to the shore, whoever dares to approach will die,

Several of the Semu Governor soldiers who were wandering nearby were so frightened that they shivered and ran farther away.

"Drop half sail, drop half sail," "Collect the oars, close the oars," "Control the rudder,Control the rudder," "Slow down, slow down, damn it,"

A series of noisy sounds came down from the deck, and under the cover of the third ship, the fifth battleship slowly approached the river bank, and then shook violently and ran aground in the mud of the beachhead,

It has been separated from the main road of the Yellow River, and no one can judge the depth of the river, but this little trouble does not pose any obstacle to the brethren of the boat gang who have been making a living on the canal all year round.

"Poof," threw a large ball of cable on the bow of the ship, and the old sailors who had just poked their heads out of the water swam over, grabbed the rope with their hands, and then quickly approached the shore, and when their feet finally touched the earth, they immediately carried the cable on their shoulders, and then, more than a dozen men tore their throats and chanted a moving wordless long tune, "Hey, hey, hey, hey"

The thick cable slowly tightened, and the No. 5 ship slid through the soft silt under the water, and slowly leaned towards the 6th place.

When the battleship, which was much taller than the cargo ship, stopped again, more ropes were thrown from the top deck, and the old sailors picked up one rope after another, ran up to the river beach as fast as they could, tied the ropes to the guns abandoned by the enemy, and pulled them tightly one after the other.

A small group of Tanma Red Army, who had come back to their senses, rushed forward desperately, trying to cut the ropes, without waiting for them to get closer, "boom," "boom," the two four-pound rifled guns on the side of the No. 3 ship spewed out the flames of death one after another, and hundreds of grape bullets quickly swept across the entire team, shooting half of the team to the ground, and the other half of the survivors were stunned, and fled with their legs, never daring to turn back on their own initiative,

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom", "Boom," the guns on the other two imitation Arabian dnakers continued to bombard the Tanma Red Army from the left flank, so that He Zongzhe and his men never sorted out the formation well, and they could not raise the degree of attack.

As some of the soldiers walked, they turned around and fled away from the riverbank, and then they were chased by officers on horseback and slashed from behind.

More Yuan soldiers chose to resign themselves to fate, stretching the distance between each other, slowly moving forward step by step, no matter how coercive and tempting the generals in the team were, they refused to regroup into a formation.

It's too late, it's fast, just when He Zongzhe and his men were blown up by the flowering bombs, on the No. 5 battleship, there were dozens of guards who had unloaded their armor and carried shields and steel knives on their backs, holding the cable with both hands and sliding down, the whole person was as fast as a meteor, and in a blink of an eye, he landed from the tall deck to the riverbank, firmly buckled the ground with both feet, and then rolled forward, cleanly unloaded the sliding force, stood up, untied the shield with his left hand and drew his knife with his right hand, and stood up in a thin semi-arc on the beachhead,

More unarmored guards slid down the ship like meteors, carrying not shields and steel knives, but newly lowered rifled muskets, and when they joined up with the sword and shield men who had been the first to board 6, a small array of missing moons quickly took shape on the riverbank.

There were less than a hundred people in total, but like a nail, it was slammed between the Third Army of Huai'an and He Zongzhe's department, which was trying to get closer, so that the latter's forward path was no longer a flat road.

"Boom," "Boom," "Boom," "Boom," "Boom," the sound of artillery was endless, and the guns of the No. 1 and No. 2 ships fired shells endlessly, not fast enough, and not enough in number, but they still effectively achieved the goal of harassment, making He Zongzhe's troops miserable.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff," on the No. 3 battleship that had previously served as a deterrent, four small boats were quickly put down, and one after another the soldiers of the Guards Regiment climbed down the rope ladder and jumped into the cabin, and when a ship was filled with ten people, the captain of the ship immediately held up the penny and sent everyone to the river bank as quickly as possible.

This time, everyone was armed to the teeth, and when they joined the previous team, the Missing Moon Array became stronger and stronger.

A qiē is being carried out in an orderly manner,

The effect of long-term and high-intensity training, at this moment, was quickly reflected in the brothers of the Guards Regiment,

The guards in plate armor quickly took the steel swords and shields, and stood on the outermost side of the military formation.

The unarmored guard, who had surrendered his steel sword and shield, took the arquebus from the shoulder of the armored robe, checked the chamber in an orderly manner, and loaded the ammunition.

When the entire Missing Moon Array gathered to the scale of one hundred and sixty people, it had already exuded an awe-inspiring cold air, and two rows of sword and shield soldiers with full body plate armor and two rows of unarmored musketeers slowly walked towards the middle of the battlefield.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff," on the two imitation Arabian spinnakers, there are also small boats put down one after another, because of the relatively large hull, the imitation Arab boat has a deep draft, and she does not dare to get too close to the riverbank, but it does not delay her to put down the soldiers and then transport them to the beachhead in small boats.

On each boat, but there were only two dozen guards,

But each of the guards, dressed in neat plate armor, carrying long knives, and carrying an arquebus behind them, under the command of the captain of the boat, picked up their oars and rowed them so neatly that the boats swept against the surface of the water like barracudas.

Everyone didn't speak, including Zhu Chongjiu himself, who was paddling silently.

But the pressure brought by a few small boats is as heavy as Mount Tai,

If they successfully land on the shore and then converge with the Missing Moon Formation, they will be able to completely protect the back of the Huai'an Third Army.

At that time, there will be no suspense in this battle.

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, woo woo" After all, Wang Baobao, who grew up reading military books since he was a child, and was helping his younger brother resist the Third Army, quickly felt the pressure and decisively ordered his cronies to blow the horn,

Short and intense, in every beat, there is accusation,

This is the signal of a decisive battle in the army, and as soon as this order is issued, any general must do his best, either die on the spot, or complete the scheduled task, otherwise, what awaits him will be the strict Mongolian military law,

He Zongzhe's face instantly turned pale,

As a descendant of the Tanma Red Army, he clearly understands the meaning of the horn, Wang Baobao is urging him to step forward desperately, he has gone too slowly before, and has completely annoyed the young general, if the battle fails, all the responsibility will be borne by him He Zongzhe alone,

It's not fair, but as a subordinate, he doesn't have the right to defend himself, and he can't make any excuses when he is in a critical situation.

"Tanma Chijun," gritted his teeth and raised the blood-dripping scimitar, He Zongzhe made a final summon on horseback,

The meaning of these four words has been condensed to the narrowest at this moment, not all the soldiers under his command, but among the more than 2,900 people, those who have Khitan blood flowing in their bodies,

There were more than one hundred and forty in total, most of them were officers, from thousands of households, deputy thousands of households to the head of the brand, more than half of them had horses, and the other half were wearing strong armor.

The Tanma Red Army is the soul of the entire Chakhan Department, if it were not for them, the team under the command of Chakhan Timur would not have risen in a short period of time, proud of the world.

However, today, in order to recover the decline, He Zongzhe had to bet all the Khitan men around him on the gambling table.

"Tanma Red Army," he called out as he kicked his mount and continued to move high to avoid becoming a target for the naval guns, "Follow me, the ancestors of the Oga clan are watching you,"

"Tanma Red Army," "Tanma Red Army," the three commanders in the team quickly moved their mounts and moved closer to He Zongzhe,

"Tanma Red Army," "Tanma Red Army," "Tanma Red Army," "Tanma Red Army," "Tanma Red Army," Deputy Thousand Households, Centurion, Deputy Hundred Households, Brand Head, Capture General, the only more than sixty war horses in the entire team, carrying their masters, followed behind He Zongzhe,

Then there were more than eighty foot soldiers, with bows and spears in their hands.

They gave up their hesitant robes, and chased after the horses with their legs, one by one.

"Boom," "Boom," the Huai'an gunners on the No. 1 battleship took the lead in showing the change in the situation, and hit the two flowering shells one after another, however, the explosion of the column of smoke seemed to be seeing off this elite small unit,

The cavalry ran too fast, the distance between the infantry was too scattered, and it was difficult to adapt to their degree and density by relying on the flowering bullets ignited by the lead.

"Tanma Red Army," He Zongzhe roared loudly, kicking the stirrups hard, pushing the mount faster and faster, and when he was no longer the leader of a team, his personal bravery was fully unleashed,

More than sixty horses from the Western Regions ran at a gallop, trying to make a big circle around the hillside, so as not to become the target of grape bullets, they have a degree, have the impact, as long as they can successfully kill behind the Huai'an Third Army, even if they can't smash the hateful iron triangle, they can also inflict heavy damage on the other side,

In that way, with the skills of the two brothers Wang Baobao and Deyin Timur, the Tanma Red Army still has a chance to turn defeat into victory, after all, in terms of numbers, they still occupy an absolute advantage, as long as they are not close to the river bank, the naval artillery will be helpless against them, and if they can't receive news from here tonight, within two days, Chakhan Timur will definitely personally lead the army to kill,

Plus, plus, plus, all of a sudden, the hustle and bustle on the battlefield disappeared, and all that echoed in He Zongzhe's ears was the hunting evening breeze in the sky, his head floated, the mane of the war horse floated, and the tail of the war horse drew a long line in the air.

He felt himself flying, like a moth to a fire, and at the bottom left of the hillside, the target was getting closer, closer and closer

"Boom," a muffled thunder broke the sound of the wind in his ears, followed by another blow, a hot thing, grazed his back and flew over, leaving a deep blood mark, but this little injury did not affect his movements, he took a deep breath, he raised the scimitar above his head, and suddenly turned around

After carrying the round of scattered bombs intercepted just now, there were more than 30 cavalry behind him, and the Khitan warriors who rushed over on foot were blocked by the Huai'an army's moonless array, and the two sides were fighting to the death in the center of the battlefield.

There were also more than thirty soldiers of the Huai'an army who separated from the moonless array, took a shortcut and ran to his war horse, holding a long stick in their hands, and while running, they made a gesture.

They were too late, He Zongzhe knew that they were too late, this group of guys with long sticks couldn't catch up with them, although they were trying to copy a straight line, not only them, the guns on the battleship, but also impossible to shoot the second round, after each round of shelling, it would take at least twenty breaths of time to load, and twenty breaths was enough for the war horse to run the second half of the distance,

"Ah,,,,,,,h

The Khitans are the children of the wolf and the darlings of Changshengtian, although Changshengtian later transferred his favor to their youngest son Mongolian, but the pride of the Khitan men has not dissipated.

"Ah,,,ah,,,,ah-" The only remaining thirty descendants of the Dahe clan responded with a wolf howl, gathered in a formation in the high gallop, and formed a sharp long arrow with He Zongzhe as the front,

They're going to shoot, to the iron triangle not far away,

Even if you will be smashed to pieces in the end,

This is the fate of the courtiers,

Since they became the retainers of Chakhan Timur, they had no right to refuse.

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the target, getting closer and closer, in the back row of the Iron Triangle, someone had already turned around in panic and poked their spears on the ground to form a rejection horse.

But that's useless, it's too thin, if you want to stop the big Wan Liangju who rushes forward, you have to have at least three layers of spear walls like that, and the leader of the Iron Triangle will definitely not have time to order a change of formation,

Victory was already within reach, and the horror on the spearman's face became clear, He Zongzhe sneered and twisted his waist on the horse's back, stretched his arms, and planned to use the degree of the war horse to give the other party a force to split Huashan,

Suddenly, he heard a very slight thunderclap, very weak, too weak to whisper the sound of the previous artillery fire, and then he felt himself really flying, flying over a heavy spear, flying into the brilliant sky of the sunset,

In the sky, there are still countless of his companions, each with curiosity written on their faces, and relaxation written on their faces,

They are really free, they are no longer anyone's courtiers, and they will no longer be forced by anyone to do things they don't like.

But where are the war horses, where are the war horses?

He Zongzhe turned his head curiously, and saw that twenty steps away from him, a sweaty Huai'an soldier was kneeling on the ground, and at the top of the long stick in his hand, a faint wisp of green smoke was blown away by the evening breeze.

"Bah," "Bah," "Bah," "Bah," the head of the Huai'an Army Guards Regiment, Zheng Ruffian, took his brothers under his command to pull the trigger and fired at the Khitans forty paces away.

The power of the rifled gun, which is staggering at this distance, is wrapped in a bullet of soft lead, and as long as it hits the target, it is a huge blood hole,

When the thirty guards emptied the firearms in their hands, most of those crazy Khitan warriors were killed, and the remaining seven or eight horsemen could no longer pose a threat to the Third Army.

"All of them, reload," the head Zheng ruffian took a deep breath and ordered loudly,

Without his reminder, the well-trained guards had already begun to quickly clear their guns and reload their ammunition, and soon, the sound of the report continued to sound in the team6, "One group is loaded," "Two groups are loaded," "Three groups are loaded,"

"All of them," Zheng Ruffian glanced back at his own Missing Moon Array, believing that he was no longer needed over there, with the close cooperation of the sword and shield soldiers and musketeers, the dozens of enemy soldiers who were stopped by the Missing Moon Array didn't even survive a minute, they had already completely dispersed, running east and west, and they didn't even bother to pick up their helmets.

"Follow me," he shouted decisively, stood up, and hurried towards Xu Da's Iron Triangle with his rifled gun, stopping again at a diagonal north position ten paces away from the Iron Triangle, aiming his musket at the bravest enemy in front of the Iron Triangle, "aiming at the black flag sixty paces away, and fire,"

"Fire," "Fire," "Fire," the three men repeated loudly, pulling the trigger,

Then there was a series of gunshots like popping beans,

The elite of the Yuan army, which was struggling to support under the weight of the Iron Triangle, was instantly beaten to pieces.

"Kill the two Tartars," Xu Da shouted loudly, waving his spear and knocking over a Yuan army general wearing the skin color of a thousand-commander,

"Kill the two Tartars," the brothers around him were in high spirits, and the spears in their hands poked forward in unison, knocking their opponents to the ground.

"Kill the two Tartars," the advancement of the entire Iron Triangle instantly accelerated, and the veterans took a big stride, followed closely behind Xu Da, and stabbed all the Tanma Red Army they saw along the way to death.

The iron helmet on top of his head was no longer heavy, the wounds on his body were no longer painful, and his arms suddenly had an inexhaustible strength, and his feet firmly stepped on the ground, leaving a series of blood-stained marks.

The desire for victory became extremely clear at this moment, the spear in his hand became more and more flexible, his sense of sight and hearing was incomparably sharper, and the opponent's movements became extremely slow, so slow that his whole body was full of flaws, and you only need to stab the spear through, you can easily stab the enemy to death, one after another, just like harvesting crops in the autumn field,

"Kill the two Tartars, kill the two Tartars," Li Xixi suddenly came out of the woods with a team of disheveled Xuzhou troops, and killed Wang Baobao's handsome banner from the side,

"Kill the two Tartars, kill the two Tartars," Zhao Jun panted and rushed across the hill, carrying a sword in his hand, his face was covered with sweat, and behind him were more brothers in red scarves, with anger written in their eyes,

"Kill the two Tartars, kill the two Tartars," Feng Guosheng came out with a spear,

"Kill the Tartars and avenge the brethren," Peng rushed out with red eyes,

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars," Tang Zihao killed,

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars," on the hillside, in the woods and in the grass, more soldiers with red scarves came out, holding sticks, stones, and even empty hands, with only thin cloth robes on their bodies, or bare-chested,

They are farmers, a group of proud farmers,

For thousands of years, we have cultivated, harvested, multiplied, and inherited on this land, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, without contention with others, and self-sufficient.

However, if anyone invades their homeland,

They don't care to turn their hoes back into blades,

They are the masters of this land and the guardians of this land,

They are guarding their own civilization,

Under their spears, the Tanma Red Army retreated in panic, and then turned and fled, and the Wang Baobao brothers in the team tried their best, but they could not regain their courage.

A few panicked Ertars plunged into the ranks of the Red Turban Army, and were instantly beaten into meat sauce.

There is no one to stop it, and no one to have mercy,

For the beasts that have destroyed their homes, they will not give any mercy.

Everyone has been hiding on Mangdang Mountain for too long, and everyone's hearts are full of anger at this moment.

The ruins must be made to pay,

Whoever has planted the cause must reap the consequences.

When anger converges into a rolling torrent, anyone who stands in the way will be swallowed up in an instant.

A team of Tanma Red Army fell,

Centurion Timur fell,

Commander Sain fled a few steps, and was knocked to the ground by the stones flying behind him, and immediately, countless pairs of big feet stepped on his body,

Under the protection of his generals, Wang Baobao fled into the woods in panic, like a pack of lost wild dogs.

Detain Timur climbed to a great tree, clinging to the treetops with both hands, cracking his mouth and wailing,

When Zhu Chongjiu's boat finally landed on the riverbank, he didn't need to do anything, and more than 10,000 Yuan soldiers who came to exterminate the Red Turban Army were wiped out by the Red Turban Army, and only a very small part of them hid in the woods.

"The last general, Xu Da, who lost his teacher and humiliated the country, asked the chief manager to punish him," Xu Da, who was full of guilt, stepped forward and loudly asked Zhu Chongjiu for his guilt,

"Well, what crime, what crime do you have," Zhu Chongjiu's gaze quickly withdrew from a distance, fell on Xu Da's young face, and quickly turned to the figures of the few trapped beasts in the distance,

Wang Baobao was trapped, and soon became a prisoner of the Huai'an army, a generation of famous generals in this memory, it seems that it is far less powerful than the legend,

"The last general, the last general didn't listen to the general manager's instructions, and sent troops lightly, but as a result, he was encountering the enemy army opening the river and releasing water" Xu Da's face was full of shame, lowered his head, and kept blaming himself loudly,

"Stop, you did a very good job, far better than I imagined," shaking his head, Zhu Chongjiuxun turned his gaze back, his face was full of encouragement, and he stretched out his hand, he gently moved Xu Da's shoulder, "You are not guilty, it is they who are guilty, it is they who have broken through the bottom line of being a human being again and again,"

Seeing Xu Da's inexplicable appearance, he continued to add with a smile, "You just started to lead the troops alone, and this time you suffered a loss, and there will be a chance to get it back in the future, and they"

Turning his gaze to Wang Baobao again, he saw that the latter had been knocked to the ground, tied with ropes, "They will be difficult to get out of the shadow of this battle in this life,"

It's not that Wang Baobao has become weaker, but he is blindfolded by the history of another time and space, looking at the young Xu Da in front of him, listening to the cheers coming from all around, Zhu Chongjiu smiled with satisfaction, he forgot about it, Wang Baobao is only eighteen years old this year, far from the generation of famous generals in a few years.

And Xu Da is only twenty-two at the moment,

The sky is slowly getting dark,

The wind is blowing, and the Yellow River under your feet has set off rolling waves,

The waves sweep away the heroes,

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