Chapter 62: The Avalanche (Part II)

Seeing more than 2,000 soldiers from eastern Zhejiang, hugging Dong Junxiao's handsome banner and rushing towards him, Shi Songke, the commander of the Fourth Army, suddenly felt a sense of compassion.

It is impossible for the enemy army to turn the tables, even if it is really Dong Junxiao himself who is standing under the banner of the handsome, even if among the two thousand-person teams, all of them are elites from a hundred.

The mode of war has changed, the Zhejiang army has been far behind by the Huai'an army, in the case of roughly equal strength on both sides, the army that still relies on bows and arrows, swords and shields and spears, it is impossible to block the repeated blows of guns, muskets and grenades, not to mention, at this moment, in the left and right corners of the six horizontal teams of the Huai'an army, there are also hundreds of magic guns specially designed to attack the commanders of the battle.

Win more with less, defeat the strong with the weak, or at the critical moment of the battle, suddenly cast a killing move, and save the day, similar records abound in the history books, but the above miracles are born when the gap between the two sides is not too large, and at this moment, the Huai'an army and the opponent are not later than the same level.

When the sheep meet the lions, no matter how brave the former is, it is in vain.

It has no effect other than to make people feel tragic.

However, soon, the compassion in Song Ke's heart was replaced by anger, dozens of crossbow arrows broke through the air at the same time, shooting the battle flag in his hand to a thousand holes, and the armor of his right chest and right leg was also smashed by crossbow arrows.

The Arabian horse under the crotch let out a low sorrowful cry, and slowly knelt on the ground, this loyal beast, his neck and front legs were full of arrows, but he fought with his last strength, and refused to fall down directly, so as not to crush the owner on his back, hot plasma, sprayed out like a waterfall, dyeing Song Ke's armor and cloak red, his eyes quickly turned scarlet, and he struggled to point the battle flag in his hand forward, "Cadet team, fight back." ”

"Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah." The students of the martial arts hall who were equipped with rifled guns immediately stopped in place, pressed the butt of the rifle with their shoulders, and returned the color to the enemy in a standing position.

The distance is a little far, the number of rifled guns is too scarce, among the enemy troops facing the head-on, there are about 20 people who fall in response, this loss, of course, is not enough to stop the Zhejiang army that has a desperate heart, on the contrary, under Dong Xiaoxiao's battle flag, suddenly sounded a series of low horns, "woo woo woo", followed by all the soldiers in eastern Zhejiang suddenly began to add, rows of spear edges and blades, dazzling in the sun.

Shi Songke, the commander of the Fourth Army in Huai'an, immediately realized that he was too impatient just now, took a deep breath, and raised the tattered battle flag high above his head again, "Trumpeter, order the whole army to continue to advance normally, so as to respond to all changes without change." ”

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-and-click." The loud suona sound immediately sounded around him, and quickly transmitted the thoughts of the main general to every brother in the military array behind him.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." The regiment commanders, who had experienced a hundred battles and had returned to the furnace in the lecture hall, immediately responded with the sound of a whistle, the rhythm was old-fashioned and monotonous, without the slightest human fireworks.

Hearing the sound of the brass whistle that had been familiar to the heart during the training, the Huai'an soldiers, who were originally a little flustered, quickly returned to normal, the spearmen in the first and second rows, raised the spear diagonally forward, swayed back and forth left and right, and slowly moved their legs at the same time with the rhythm of the copper whistle, "one-two-one, one-two-one, one-two-one", the combat boots wrapped in a layer of steel plates, and the ground trembled slightly.

Most of the bows and crossbows that were hastily shot in front of them were deflected by the spears and fell weakly into the dirt, and a small part of them were lucky enough to pass the combing of the spears, but they were decisively blocked by the sword and shield soldiers walking in the third row, except for creating a series of noises, there was no effect, only one or two absolutely lucky ones bypassed the shield wall and shot the spearmen walking in the fourth row, but most of the kinetic energy on the arrows was offset by the soft armor woven with steel wire, and the rest was not enough to kill, and the wounded spearmen, But gritted his teeth and kept up with the footsteps of the team, lest he fall behind the robe, "one-two-one, one-two-one, one-two-one", every step on the ground is extremely solid.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The four-pound cannon that followed began to pour firepower on the heads of the Zhejiang army, because there were their own brothers in the middle, and the two sides were advancing face to face, they only dared to use solid bullets, so the effect of deterrence was far greater than the real killing, and it did not play much role in the two thousand Zhejiang troops who came with a desperate heart.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Thicker bows and crossbow arrows flew out of the Zhejiang army and rushed towards the front row of pikemen of the Huai'an army.

At a distance of fifty paces, most of the crossbowmen decisively switched to armor-piercing cones, and tried their best to shoot flat, which caused some losses to the spearmen on the opposite side, and a dozen wounded Huai'an brothers stabbed their spears at their feet, staggered to their feet, and someone in the back row immediately stepped forward to fill the position, took the spear, and re-sealed the gap on the upper line.

"The tactics of the four-pound cannon need to be improved immediately, otherwise it will become more and more chicken." The commander of the Fourth Army, Shi Songke, held high the battle flag, under the escort of his own soldiers, guiding the direction of the whole army, his mind was very active, and his learning ability was also very strong, even in such a tense moment, his brain was still running high, "It would be good if the range could be longer after lifting the gun and loading the scattered bullets, or equipping more magic guns, or placing them in the left and right corners of the military formation, and doubling the size of each"

This is an extremely bold idea, once it is put into practice, the range advantage of the Divine Machine Gun will no longer be useless, but at the same time, the requirements for formation and coordination will also be increased several times, and it is also necessary to give the commander of the Divine Machine Gun more autonomy.

"Cadets, shoot." Thinking of this, Song Ke suddenly shouted again, waving the battle flag in his hand vigorously.

The students of the Lecture Martial Arts Hall who followed up again, none of them had time to consider whether the order was appropriate, and instinctively chose to obey, "Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah." The gunshots rang out.

This round is closer, and the effect is more obvious, in the array of the Zhejiang army, two obvious collapses were punched, and all those who were hit by lead bullets in the torso died miserably.

"The cadet corps will control the time of the attack on its own, and the other regiments will continue to advance." Song Kexun glanced at the other side, and the more firm the thought in his heart became.

"The cadet corps will control the time of the attack on its own, and the other regiments will continue to advance." The herald could not turn this innovative move into a suona sound, so he had to divide his hands and run to repeat it over and over again.

The soldiers in front of the formation were not affected in any way, but the students who followed the two rear corners of the battle formation were greatly encouraged, and those who had finished shooting the magic weapon in their hands took the initiative to stop and reload on the spot, and those who did not have time to shoot continued to follow behind the group, walking around while looking for the target.

"Bah, bah." "Bah, bah." "Bah, bah." The sporadic muskets continued one after another, hitting the ranks of the Zhejiang army, and clusters of blood appeared.

Each casualty was in the single digits, but each time, it was the chief and deputy centurion, or the low-ranking officer of the brand, who died, and the wounds on the body were extremely terrifying, each of which was the size of a bowl, exposing the broken internal organs and bones.

"Woo woo woo

The array of the Zhejiang army quickly changed shape, the soldiers in the front row, put down their spears, raised their steel knives, and rushed towards the Huai'an army as fast as possible, while the archers and crossbowmen in the back row put the last arrow on the string and began to freely search for hunting targets.

"Hold your ground and keep going." Song Ke, who accidentally made the enemy's sprint time greatly advanced, took a deep breath and tried to suppress the panic in his heart, the distance was not enough, the fire gun could break the armor at sixty steps, but the best killing effect was within thirty steps, especially the large lifting gun that switched to scatter bullets, within the range of fifteen to twenty steps, a sweep was a piece, and as long as the distance was more than thirty steps, the penetration ability of the shotgun should be reduced by at least half.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." The copper whistle sounded from the mouths of Tu Xiaodi and others, clearly conveyed the order of Lord Changshi, the main general Chen De led the cavalry to clear the remnants of the enemy on the periphery, according to the rules of the Huai'an Army, Changshi is the backbone of this team, no matter whether he is experienced enough or not, whether the order is correct or not, the regiment commanders and battalion commanders below must support unconditionally.

"Boom, boom." The soldiers of the Huai'an army, stepping on the beat of the copper whistle, continued to march in unison, the most effective killing move, not from the front two rows of spearmen, so, they do not need to rely on the degree to increase the attack power of the spear, they only need to maintain a complete formation, maintain the contact area with the enemy, and maintain this kind of unhurried, but calm to the opponent's suffocating crushing momentum

"Bell." A crossbow arrow hit Song Ke's helmet, shaking his eyes and thundering in his ears, it was an armor-piercing cone, two inches lower, enough to kill him, angrily he turned his gaze to the direction where the crossbow arrow was flying, and at the same time his fingers silently slammed on the flagpole.

"Thirty steps is not enough." Another rain of arrows flew over and landed in front of and behind him, splashing a few spots of blood.

The archers of the Zhejiang army had made up their minds to capture the thief and capture the king, so at least hundreds of horned bows and feather arrows were aiming at his position, and the guards around Song Ke tried to block it by various means, and casualties were still inevitable.

"Twenty-five steps is not enough." "Bell, bell, bell." More feathered arrows and crossbow arrows flew towards him, smashing the erected shield to a shaky stagger.

"Twenty steps, hold on, hold on a few more breaths, a few more breaths." The commander of the Fourth Army, Ssongk, continued to hold high the battle flag and led the team to advance against the enemy, "Boom, boom." The footsteps were behind him, and the ground shook and shook.

More and more cold arrows made it difficult for him to move, but the battle banner of the Huai'an army was always advancing towards the enemy, "Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen." When he was sure that he had clearly seen Dong Zishuai's face, Song Ke pointed the battle flag forward, "Stop, attack." ”

"Di Di ,,。" The short suona sound reappeared on the battlefield.

"Brush." In the first row, three hundred soldiers squatted down with Brother Tu, and the sharp four-edged spear blades formed a straight horizontal line at the height of ordinary people's choking.

"Brush." In the second row, another three hundred spears, the ends touched the ground, and the spears were two inches above the first row, forming a second death line.

"Boom." Three hundred huge shields fell at the same time, and a half-man-high wooden wall rose from behind the spearmen.

"Phew." A hundred spears spewed billowing smoke, and a rainstorm of projectiles swept over the heads of the spearmen, sweeping into the rushing Dong army on the opposite side, like hail sweeping across the wheat field.

Before the smoke from the gun was blown away by the wind, more than 290 smoothbore guns opened fire at the same time, the muzzle of the gun was almost against the enemy's chest, and the bullets brought up a dark red blood mist (Note 1)

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom." The sound of grenade explosions came and went, and the two Dong family thousand-person teams that rushed over with the will to die were blown up all over the field.

The same killing, in different positions on the battlefield, Hao copied it again, rigid and savage, when the last grenade exploded, the eyes of the fourth army commander Ssongk could no longer find any complete enemy army, even if it was as small as a team of ten people, it was absolutely impossible.

"All of them, attack forward." He took a deep breath, and the battle flag in his hand pointed to Dong Junxiao's handsome banner, and there were more than a dozen people standing below, who might have been beaten stupid, standing frozen in the smoke of gunpowder and lost their souls.

"Tick tick, ,,。" The sound of suona sounded again.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." The brass whistle sounds, with a rhythm that has not changed for thousands of years, and strives to respond.

Layer after layer of spears stood up, accompanied by the monotonous but cordial sound of copper whistles, the entire Huai'an army front slowly advanced again.

Any obstacle that stands in its way is about to be crushed into powder.

"Dangchang." The sword in the hand of Yang Qichang, deputy of the Han army, fell on his combat boots and went deep into Yingcun, but he didn't realize it, and his two eyes continued to stare blankly at the battle flag of the Fourth Army of the Huai'an Army, looking at it closer and closer to the word, getting closer and closer, until it burned into a flame in his eyes.

"Dangchang." "Dangchang." "Dangchang." One weapon after another landed from the hands of the remaining Dong family soldiers, covered with dust, and his master no longer had the courage to pick them up from the ground again.

Note 1: The tactics described in the text of the spearmen crouching to make room for the musketeers to fire are found in 16th-century Europe, and are not apocryphal, and can be seen in many films reflecting the wars of that era.

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