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Chapter 60: Blood and Fire

"You idiot! I can't even pretend to be a twister" Wu Twenty-two pointed at Huang Lao Crooked with a short sword, furious. He had barely finished speaking, when he suddenly saw a flash of red light at the muzzle of the cannon, followed by a hot stream of hot water that swept past the tip of his helmet, sending the tassels flying in all directions.

Looking at the soldiers twenty paces away, they were instantly put down three or four. Each of them had at least four or five projectiles on their bodies, and black blood was gushing out along the bullet holes in the iron armor.

All of a sudden, all the Afghans were stunned. Qi Qi stared at the still smoking muzzle with round eyes, his face full of confusion. At this moment, the artillery in charge of Huang Dahan, the son of Huang Lao, also fired, and with a bang, more than 30 lead eggs the size of chestnuts were sprayed out from the muzzle of the cannon, and smashed on the three soldiers who were drawing their bows slightly to the right in the center of the enemy's army, shooting them into a sieve.

"A ugly team, thirty steps ahead, throw ——!" Taking advantage of the enemy's stunned efforts, Liu Ziyun commanded the second grenadier team of 100 people, and smashed the grenade that ignited the fuse along with the throwing rope to the top of the head of the Argentine.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The fires continued one after another. Because the quality of the leads could not be guaranteed to be consistent, nearly thirty and a half percent of the grenades did not explode at all, and the remaining sixty and a half were one in the east and one in the west, and they exploded in no order.

"Ah——!h More than 40 Afghan soldiers were sent into the sky by grenades, and then fell screaming, their faces blackened and their bodies bleeding profusely. Seeing this scene, the soldiers who were not affected by the grenades screamed and retreated like a tide.

"Shoot the arrows, shoot the guys who throw, throw thunderballs!" Several of the Centurions who led the team drew their swords and forced the soldiers back into battle. But the soldiers avoided him and continued to flee backwards. In the face of the fear of the unknown, this group of arrogant and domineering professional robbers is not much better than the rookies of the rebel army who have undergone rigorous training.

"The Tartars are back, the Tartars are back, Huang Ergou, ignition, hurry up! Chase their ass for another shot! One more shot to get them out faster! I didn't expect to repel the first round of attacks of the Argentines so easily, Wu Twenty-two, Liu Ziyun and others shouted excitedly. Constantly urging the third gun, which was placed at the top of the makeshift camp, to fire quickly with a solid projectile. However, the second child of the Huang family, who was holding the moxa wool, seemed to be completely frightened, his head twisted to the right of the car formation, his eyes stared blankly at a certain position outside the camp, and his legs trembled constantly.

"Sword and shield soldiers, raise - shield! Spearmen, put their spears on the shoulders of the sword and shield soldiers, stretch out, and reach out as far as you can! Zhu Bayi reacted quickly, and without waiting for Ivanov's reminder, he opened his throat and ordered loudly.

"Sword and shield soldiers, raise - shield! Spearmen, put their spears on the shoulders of the sword and shield soldiers, stretch out, and reach out as far as you can! You're going to reach out! Ivanov ran fast against the wall of the car, with his head down. All while constantly pushing the shivering soldiers back to where they should be.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The violent sound of horses' hooves falling to the ground quickly swallowed up the cries of the two of them. The horse team under the command of the Afghan army Zuo Qianhu Balu rushed up. This person has cooperated with the right thousand households for many years, and they have already formed a tacit understanding with each other. Seeing that the first wave of attacks commanded by the latter soldiers was frustrated, he immediately and decisively launched a second wave.

The momentum of a thousand war horses running is like a stormy wave. Before they could get close to the car wall, the tremor caused by the horse's hooves hitting the ground had already shook the Red Turban soldiers behind the car wall. Seeing that the situation was not good, Ivanov immediately urged Zhu Eighty-one's only one hundred archers in his ranks to enter the battle again. I saw that everyone drew their horned bows in unison, and shot a whole row of carved feather arrows towards the galloping horses.

"Poof!" The feathered arrows that flashed with cold light smashed into the front half of the ranks of nearly a thousand cavalry, splashing only a few bits of blood before disappearing. The horses galloped too fast, the distance between the cavalry was stretched wide enough, and the chain mail on the cavalry was strong enough. At this moment, it was taken out by the children and grandchildren to paint the scoop according to the gourd, and the results were still remarkable.

"Shoot the horse, shoot at the horse, don't stop!" The veteran ruffian Ivanov, with his head covered with sweat, rushed to the side of the archers and pointed loudly. "The distance of the bow is short, they can't target you, so you don't have to shoot!"

Then he quickly turned his head to Huang Ergou, shouting at the top of his voice, "Hurry up and light the fire, hurry up!" If you can't hit people, at least you can scare the war horse! ”

Xu Ziyu, the personal soldier responsible for protecting Huang Ergou, slapped this person on the back, Huang Ergou was beaten, and the mugwort in his hand was raised and pressed on the lead of the artillery. "Sneer——!" The medicine twist dragged the red star and quickly rushed into the fire hole. The bronze cast primitive cannon shrank back sharply, and with a "boom", it shot an iron ball weighing three catties into the air.

"Hiss-" The sound of the projectile tearing through the air was almost insignificant compared to the sound of horses' hooves banging on the ground in the surrounding area. However, all the officers and men of the Red Turban Army clearly heard its first song. The energy of the gunpowder detonation caused the cannonball to slide out a faint arc in mid-air at an initial rate of more than 400 meters per second, and then plunged headlong into the galloping herd, splashing several dazzling red lights.

There was a tall Arabian horse that was directly hit in the front leg by a projectile, and his tendons were broken and broken. The castration shell landed on the ground first, then bounced off quickly, sweeping the belly of the second horse, the neck of the third, and the butt of the fourth. The horse that was grazed immediately collapsed, revealing white bone stubble at the wound, and blood sprayed wildly. Several Argentine cavalrymen on horseback were directly thrown more than a foot away, and then they were trampled by dozens of bowl-sized horse hooves, and in the blink of an eye, they completely turned into a mass of meat wrapped in iron pieces.

The gallop of the cavalry stagnated slightly, and then quickly rose to the highest. Charging in formation, stopping is tantamount to looking for your own death. So they had no choice but to continue to follow the brigade forward.

"Hold your shield, hold your shield, and watch out for their arrows!" According to Ivanov's previous reminder, Zhu Bayi pulled his throat, which was already shouting blood, and ordered loudly.

The direction of the cavalry's impact was very clear at the outer edge of the wall. Obviously, these guys don't just take their horses and hit the tip of their spears. In that case, his tactics may be the kind that Zhu Dapeng has seen on the Internet forums of the 21st century, the Mongols have become famous and shoot with galloping horses.

As if to confirm his words, the five or six Argentine cavalrymen who rushed to the front straightened their waists at the same time and stretched out their hands to the saddle. But what they pulled out from behind the saddle was not a riding bow, but an iron ball with chains and spikes. At the moment when Zhu Bayi was slightly stunned, several cavalrymen pulled their arms in a circle at the same time, released their five fingers, and smashed the barbed iron ball and the chain on the top of the Red Turban Army's head.

"Boom!" Under the superposition of the throwing power of the horse and the cavalry, the impact of the iron ball was amazing. One smashed into the wall of the car, splashing countless snow-white wood slags. The other flew into the clearing behind the spearmen, smashing into a deep pit of dirt. The third and fourth smashed on the shield, and smashed the two sword and shield soldiers standing behind the car wall, and even the people with shields fell backwards, and the jujube wood lining on the inside of the shield slapped on their faces, and the blood flowed like a note.

The other two sword and shield soldiers who were hit in their helmets by the fifth and sixth iron balls were not as lucky as the former. The iron spikes on the iron ball pierced the helmet directly and penetrated deep into the skull. Under the effect of severe pain, the two Red Turban soldiers held their shields and spun and spun wildly in place, until their breathing completely stopped, and then they staggered a few steps, and their bodies fell limply against their robes.

"Shield raised, raised!" Zhu Bayi's eyes burst when he saw it, and he opened his throat and ordered loudly. Needless to say, the brothers in Teams A and B had already secured their shields over their heads. However, more spiked iron balls smashed through the shield and smashed in, and where they landed, flesh flew everywhere.

"Grenadier, grenadier!" This time, Zhu Eighty-one was no longer shouting casually in an anxious manner, but accurately gave the most appropriate order he could think of at the moment, "Twenty steps ahead of the car formation, throw continuously!" ”

"Jiazi team, ignition, twenty steps ahead of the formation, throw!" Liu Ziyun wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened his throat and shouted. The first grenadier behind him, the hundred-man team, lit a grenade with a leather grenade on his hand, flipped it in his hand a few times, and slammed it into the area twenty paces outside the car wall.

"Boom!" The first grenade exploded under the horse's belly, knocking both the horse and the cavalry to the ground. Immediately after, the second, third, fourth, and fifth, six grenades exploded, and the more than 40 cavalrymen who were preparing to throw the stabbing hammer were blown upside down. Several black, thick smoke quickly emerged from the herd of horses, enveloping the entire battlefield, and the horses that rushed to the vicinity of the car wall raised their front hooves and screamed loudly. Drop the riders on your back to the ground one after another.

Farther away, some charging horses tried to slow down and escape the unknown risks. However, the stinging pain in the lower abdomen made them insanely manic. How to make the mount overcome the fear of abnormal sounds, the ancestors of the A-people have summed up a set of experiences when they assisted Boyan to destroy the Southern Song Dynasty, and passed down the means of training war horses and controlling mounts in battle from generation to generation. Although the firearms used by the Song people at that time were not as powerful as those iron bumps in front of them, the sound of explosion was exactly the same.

"Boom! Rumble! Boom ——!" A dozen grenades with too long leads exploded between the corpses, sending up puffs of smoke and dust in vain. Before the smoke and dust fell, another hundred-man cavalry team had already galloped in, and the horse's hooves did not hesitate to step on the bodies of their accomplices, causing a ghost to cry wolf. On horseback, the warrior turned a deaf ear to the wails from under his feet, and according to his usual training, he waved his arms and smashed another round of barbed iron balls into the ranks of the Red Turbans.

Their targets were the sword and shield men and spearmen closest to the wall of the car, and after a round of throwing, they immediately turned the horse's head away from the target as quickly as possible. Liu Ziyun organized a grenadier counterattack, but the lethal effect was unexpectedly small. Most of the grenades that were hurriedly thrown were jumped by the war horse before the fuse burned out. Immediately following the horse's tail, in vain it kicked up puff after puff of smoke.

Another 100-strong Asarsan cavalry team rushed up from the right side of the position, and threw the chain hammer into the position of the Red Turban Army from a long distance. Then speed up the horse and go down the hill to the left.

Then, it's the next one.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "The dull sound of metal and armor clashing is endless." Rumble! "Boom!" "Boom!" The explosions of grenades came and went.

More than a dozen sword and shield soldiers fell one after another, vomiting blood and dying, leaving double the number of Argentine corpses outside the car wall. The blood of the soldiers of the Red Turban Army flowed down the hillside, flowing one corpse after another, mixed with the blood plasma of the Azerbains, bubbling into a stream.

"Phew!" Xu Hongsan, who was holding the big gun, adjusted the muzzle of the gun and punched the body of an Abbot centurion in half. Amid the galloping of horses and the explosion of grenades, the power of this shot, like the previous ones, was noticed by no one but himself. All the soldiers and soldiers saw their eyes fall on the iron projectiles that kept flying in mid-air, or watched their own people being smashed to broken tendons, or watched the enemy troops being blown up, unable to save anyone, and there was no way to disperse the shadow of death from their own robes.

"Boom!" The copper cannon in Huang Lao's crooked hand finally completed a series of complex actions such as cleaning the breech, gunpowder loading, projectile loading and resetting, aiming, and ignition, and sprayed out more than 20 lead bullets for the second time. The two Argentine cavalrymen, who were disengaged after throwing the hammer at the head of the red turbans, were chased by lead bullets from behind, and several huge blood holes appeared near the backbone, screaming and falling off their horses. The other A-people who had finished throwing the iron ball glanced at the cannon in horror, lowered their bodies, and farthered.

A small group of Amen who followed closely followed struggled to smash the thorn ball towards Huang Lao. The soldiers who were ordered to protect the gunners raised their iron shields one after another to isolate the thorn balls. "Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock" Because of the distance, these ten iron balls failed to hurt anyone, but they scared Huang Lao so much that his limbs were weak, trembling, and he couldn't stuff the rag into the muzzle of the cannon for a long time.

"Boom!" The boss of the Huang family shot a live bullet in time and smashed it into the chest of a cavalryman, smashing this person into the air, and his intestines and stomach fell to the ground. However, this projectile failed to develop the same ricochet effect as the previous one. Along with the corpses of the cavalry fell to the ground, and then fell silently.

Another team of cavalry galloped over, more than ten paces away, and threw the hammer ball in their hands with all their might. The Red Turban Army team that smashed into the wall of the car splashed with blood.

Another wave of grenades dragged the peso out from behind the temporary position of the Red Turban Army, following the footsteps of the Afghan cavalry, and overturned several war horses in a pool of blood.

I don't know if it was because the fuse was not ignited in a panic, or because the impact force when it landed shook the lead out of the iron shell, this round, a small half of the grenade did not explode at all, rolled a few times, and lay quietly in a pool of blood, covered with red sludge.

The wounded man was so frightened that he rolled his body away from the grenade with a wail.

They dodged the grenade explosion, but they didn't dodge the Yaksha's soul chaser. A new wave of Afghan warriors rode their horses and threw hammer balls at the Red Turbans, while also trampling their wounded accomplices into meat sauce.

The wailing soon sounded again, and the spearmen of the Red Turban Army, under the command of Zhu Bayi, had two spearmen, using their spears as javelins, and threw them at the soldiers who were galloping. He put some of them together with men and horses, and fell into a pool of blood.

A dozen chain balls quickly smashed into the empty spearmen, and most of them fell to the ground, in vain. The other half struck the two spearmen in the chests, smashing the iron armor that protected the breasts inward, squeezing the ribs and internal organs to shreds.

"Wow!" The badly wounded spearman vomited blood, pulled out the spare blade from his waist, and staggered to the gap in the wall.

They were ready to trade their lives for the lives of more enemies, but after only five or six steps, they fell to the ground and died of exhaustion.

More Argentine cavalry rushed in, cutting the edge of the wall and galloping past. Take the lives of one or two Red Turban soldiers with a chain ball, and then pay the same or even double the price, and ride away.

The next echelon came on a trail of blood and pâté, repeating the previous moves, repeating the previous results.

"Boom!" Huang Lao Wei commanded the two apprentices to push the gun cart to the gap in the defense that had been smashed by the enemy, and fired a volley of scattered bullets against the wall of the car. A team of horses that had just rushed over was beaten squarely, and five or six horses were beaten to the point of being covered in blood, and fled with a scream, stirring up the following team into chaos.

"Grenadier, throw!!" Liu Ziyun grabbed a grenade with a truncated lead, ran a few steps forward, and threw it out of the car wall with all his might.

"Whoosh——! Dozens of the most daring grenadiers followed his example, letting the grenade's fuse burn for a few seconds, and then running a few steps and throwing bombs with their bare hands.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! "This time, the grenade explosion rate was more than 80 percent, and nearly half of it was a volley. The Argentine cavalry who rushed over was blown up on their backs, and they didn't even bother to throw the chain ball in their hands, so they fled in panic.

The sound of horses' hooves quickly weakened, then abruptly stopped. Suddenly there was silence outside the car wall, there were no more low horn drums, no more mournful roars of war horses, only the steep mountain wind blew, blowing the thick smoke into wisps and fluttering, revealing the bloody corpses and craters in front of the car wall, like a ghost domain.

"The people have retreated, the people have retreated!" Commander Wu Twenty-two wiped the blood on his face and jumped up, like a madman.

The surrounding soldiers, archers, and grenadiers were stunned for a moment, and then their faces showed an expression of disbelief, and the cheers were like a landslide and tsunami, "The people have retreated, the people have retreated!" "The A-people have retreated, the A-people have retreated!" "The people have retreated, the people have retreated!"

The only one who did not cheer with everyone was the veteran ruffian Ivanov. I saw this person first run to the highest place, put his hand on the pergola and looked out a few times, and then ran to Zhu Bayi's side, pushed the excited latter hard, and reminded with a blue face, "This round is just to find out each other's capital, the real attack has not started yet!" ”