Chapter 302: The Waves Crash on the Shore (Part II)

Each chain bullet can easily collect more than 100 lives, and there is no room to hide in the crowd of people who are clustered together. I could only watch as the chain bomb exploded on me, and then I lost consciousness to the end.

On a hillside in the distance, Lu Xiangsheng and his guards were watching the battlefield together with Yang Tinglin. The monoculars in his hand were purchased from the merchants of Jingshi. At this time, help him see clearly on the battlefield. See clearly the frenzy and numbness on the faces of the tide of homeless, see clearly their bare feet, their tattered clothes.

Lu Xiangsheng closed his eyes in pain, these homeless people are all the people of the Son of Heaven. However, the sky wanted to condemn the Ming Dynasty, as a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, he had to command his subordinates to exterminate these exiles.

Yang Tinglin took the binoculars, and the target he observed was the Dengzhou camp on the mountain. The strict formation stands majestically like a mountain rock. The rumbling of cannons, each time not too long. This kind of artillery is beyond his cognition. The rate of fire is too fast, and the artillery equipped by the Ming Dynasty can only match the rate of fire of the Furlong cannon. But how far can the Furlong hit? 200 meters is the top, right?

"Jiandou, did you say we went too far?" Yang Tinglin looked at the methodical killing, and in addition to being frightened, a strong uneasiness rose in his heart. Looking at those Dengzhou soldiers, he felt creepy, the majestic formation was motionless, even in the face of the sword mountain and the sea of fire, he could stand like a mountain.

"It's not extraordinary, the danger of the feudal town is so great, don't let me say that you know it. Military generals must be restrained. After the battle of the Dengzhou battalion, I will not be greedy for their exploits. I don't expect them to continue to work as pioneers. After this battle, let them retreat. Go to Henan and follow Yuan Mo. Lu Xiangsheng's words made Yang Tinglin stupid. How can this army be allowed to leave? After a little thought, he understood. Lu Xiangsheng does not need an army under his command that he cannot fully control.

As an old friend, Yang Tinglin wanted to persuade him not to give up, but he still didn't open his mouth, but focused on the battlefield. One by one, one by one. One is the fallen crowd, and the other is the blood flower that blooms when the crowd falls. Yang Tinglin was horrified to find that he had actually found beauty on the battlefield.

That's right, it's beauty. These soldiers of the Dengzhou battalion. Fighting a war can bring out a kind of violent beauty. What's going on?

It's close, it's close, it's coming. I don't know why, Yang Tinglin is full of confidence in these Dengzhou soldiers. knew that they would definitely be able to withstand the three-sided attack of these tens of thousands of people. Sure enough, the crowd was like waves, and the phalanx one by one was rock.

The fire flickered, the smoke was everywhere, and the crowd of people blocked by barbed wire and trenches seemed to have been blown down by a strong wind. A large piece was cut off raw. Endless screams, roaring gunfire, orderly passwords, and forward and backward formations.

A qiē looks so wonderful, unhurried. Unhurried, orderly killing.

If Yang Tinglin saw beauty, Lu Xiangsheng saw an uncontrollable worry. What kind of army is this? The equipment can be said to be armed to the teeth. The team of less than 3,000 people faced the heavy encirclement of more than 100,000 rogues. They don't mess up at all, they don't move.

When Lu Xiangsheng realized that he could not find a solution to this concern. The brow is furrowed into a Sichuan character. In my impression, the young man in Dengzhou seems to have always been loyal to the Ming Dynasty, and he has great martial arts on the battlefield against foreign races. This is an extremely sharp sword, but the hilt is not in the hands of Wen Chen, not even in the hands of His Majesty.

The fact that the Dengzhou camp does not use a tael of silver from the imperial court is known to the whole dynasty. Everyone knows that Sun Yuanhua is an ornament in Dengzhou, and those soldiers under him may not be able to hold out for a round in front of Chen Xie's army.

The more I look at it, the more worried I feel, and the more I look at it, the more I feel that the reality is cruel. Lu Xiangsheng already had a thought in his heart, and when he went back, he would go to the book, asking His Majesty to face up to Chen Xie's existence, and to use a qiē means to divide and disintegrate the Dengzhou camp. Otherwise, in the near future, this force will grow to a certain level, and it may be another time when the yellow robe is added. Loyalty has never been a reliable concept, especially in the face of a wealthy feudal town like Chen Xie.

The Dengzhou battalion in front of him is just a partial division, and in terms of scale, it has surpassed the soldiers and horses under the command of any general soldier of the Ming Dynasty. In terms of combat effectiveness, it can sweep through any army of the Ming Dynasty.

Wind! Wind! It's really a gust of wind! At a distance of one hundred meters, a shotgun shot is really a gust of wind, a gust of wind that sweeps away a qiē life! After a gust of wind, corpses filled the trenches and hung with barbed wire. There were so many corpses that they crushed the barbed wire that was constantly being impacted.

At this time, in front of the tide-like rogue, there is a smooth road. Standing in front of the Dengzhou camp, there were no less than 10,000 people. Although the courage of these people is gone, the team behind them has cut down one person after another who wants to run without mercy, forcing them to continue to move forward.

The battle seemed to be at the last moment, and at this last moment, a red flag appeared at the forefront, and the sword raised high led the black iron wall to launch a counter-charge.

"Dengzhou Battalion! Offensive! "Four hundred cross-lancers, forming a tight phalanx, gave up the opportunity to retreat to the next line of defense, and under the command of a red flag, overcoming a qiē tiredness and weakness, raised the cross-spear in his hand.

The guns moved forward, the crosshairs glittering eerily in the sunlight. Behind the moving phalanx were soldiers with rifles, bayonets already loaded, and a bullet in the chamber.

"Front-row assassination! Squat in the front row! Wang Ben personally gave the order, and the soldiers who stabbed out the cross spears squatted down in rows, their hands tightly pressed the tail of the guns, and they fell to the ground. The sound of clanging, I don't know what kind of weapon hit the plate armor, there are thrown stones, there are bows and arrows shot, these people are like devils, they can't be killed at all.

"Fire!" The riflemen were at a distance of 20 meters, relying on the cover of the crossmen in front of them, and were given a chance to shoot safely. The fierce volley of guns overturned the crowd, and after two rounds of guns, the crossmen stood up and rushed forward numbly again.

The last trace of courage was completely exhausted in the face of this counterattack, and in the face of these devils who could not be killed, even the most determined warriors could not muster up the courage to continue fighting. Needless to say, these outcasts.

Dropping the weapon, turning around and running has become everyone's choice. The crowd of people running back easily broke through the barrier of the warlord's team and directly broke them down.

Wang Ben saw it clearly, raised his saber and shouted: "Dengzhou camp, pursuit!" ”

This time, it was the entire Dengzhou battalion that launched the pursuit, even those sappers, who were all chasing with long knives.

There are advantages to a large number of people, but there are also obvious disadvantages. Lack of effective command, lack of organizational skills. Once defeated, it will inevitably fall for thousands of miles and be out of control. Not to mention that after fighting for so long, the long-awaited red flag appeared in the direction of Qijiagou.

"Kill!" Chang Shiren on horseback raised his sword, and five hundred cavalry swept behind enemy lines like a flood. The pikemen formed a phalanx on the road, and the riflemen followed, rolling forward and running straight over.

The situation of flanking the front and back was formed, and after running for six hours, Chang Shiren and his subordinates vented their accumulated anger at this moment. Even the cavalry of the Tianxiong Army rushed forward as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The thieves who have been pouring thousands of miles cannot organize a decent resistance at all. The horse's first reaction was to run, regardless of the qiē run. has rebelled for many years, if you want to talk about combat effectiveness, you haven't improved much, if you want to talk about running away, then he is definitely a good hand.

The 3,000 horses ran to the battlefield regardless of the gap, and rushed out to save their lives. But he didn't notice that in the middle of a wood, on the edge of the lower road, the muzzles of 12 3-pounder guns were facing the path.

After the roar of the cannons, the wind swept the clouds! The narrow path was blocked in an instant. The corpses of the horses and knights, in the blink of an eye, fell down three hundred meters, and the road ahead was full of corpses.

The horse that rushed to the front came back, unexpectedly dodging the catastrophe, and when he looked back, the horror made his soul flutter. To say that he is also bold, but this killing field hundreds of meters long scared his soul out of possession and instantly incontinent. This is what it feels like to climb back from the ghost gate, and there is nothing fictional about it.

Run! Run! Run! Everyone is this thought, and the three words of Dengzhou Camp have since become the first nightmare.

The mountains are full of people running, regardless of the qiē running. Some people who couldn't run could only lie on the ground and wait for death, when they unexpectedly found that the killing had not come. The officers and soldiers simply did not care about them, but continued to pursue, and only those who dared to resist would be dealt a merciless blow.

A big victory was inevitable, but at the end of the day, a discordant scene occurred.

The main force of the Tianxiong Army appeared, and at the forefront was Deng Xi, the chief soldier of the Sichuan Army. If he came to grab the head, there would probably be no conflict, and Wang Ben didn't plan to use the heads of these homeless people to add military merit to himself. But what they did was to catch up with the surrendered refugees who had been spared by the Dengzhou camp, laughing wildly and cutting off their heads with war knives and tying them around their waists.

Wang Ben was furious, the battle flag shook suddenly, and the military horn on the hillside sounded, rallying call! The military flag is the assembly place, and the Dengzhou battalion, which is being pursued, immediately turned around and gathered, and gathered as a force under the battle flag.

Carrying a war knife in his hand and snatching the horn from the trumpeter's waist, Wang Ben strode forward, stood on a high place and shouted against the mountain wind: "The men of the Tianxiong Army have listened to me, stop chasing and killing those who surrender, otherwise, you will be attacked most mercilessly." Repeat! (To be continued......)