When Ding Yi appeared in front of them, even Qian Chujiu, who had already accepted his fate, stood up and cried at Ding Yi: "Boss, child, child, child......" was speechless for a while. It's not that he doesn't know where to start, but he sees Ding Yi in the ashes of despair, but he sees the hope of life, and the transition between life and death makes him excited.

"You're doing a good job, take a break." Ding Yiqu knocked on the iron helmet on his head, and said to the fireman who was accompanying Qian Chujiu, "You are in command on the wall, and the grenadiers and mortars are used to shoot interdiction, just like the exercises and training in Dafang Mountain in Beijing." ”

"Yes, Army!"

Ding nodded, and then taught the communication class to go up the wall.

Then he turned and dismounted, drew his sword, and cried out with a loud voice: "Who will die with me here?" ”

"I am willing to die for my husband!" The two squads that came with him behind him also brushed their horses together, drew their sabers and roared-You-You-Small-Say-More-New-Most-Fast-WWW.UUXS.CC-

This is also a veteran who has been under Ding Yi for about ten years, and there is no ambiguity at all.

And to Qian Chujiu's surprise, just now those military surpluses who ran faster than rabbits and didn't earn a hundred taels actually rushed out from all corners and shouted: "A certain person is willing to die for His Majesty!" "The villain is willing to die for His Majesty!" "Take righteousness and become benevolent in this day! ”

Qian Chujiu's eyes were a little wet, not fear, not frightened, it was the man who looked at the man standing with a knife under the wall, he had to sigh and admire, hero, he can always create a miracle, he can always do what others cannot, so he is a hero! This sentence is shouted by others, or everyone will think that this guy is a madman; But this sentence came out of Ding's mouth. The people who heard it did not care about their safety and the Ottomans throwing indiscriminately. The feathered arrows that crossed the wall rushed out like that. Stand under his banner, follow the direction of his long sword, and be ready to give his life.

Just because, Ding Yi is a hero worthy of these hot-blooded men who gave his life for it.

"Open the door." He looked up at the fireman on the wall, because the winch that opened the door was on the watchtower.

The Ottomans were surprised to find that they had tried so hard to prevent them from approaching, and had paid many lives to open the gates of the city. It just opened up slowly.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and at this time, the sun has not yet climbed into the middle of the sky, and it is behind the man in the door, lining his armor dazzlingly, so that many Ottoman soldiers in front of him subconsciously reach out to block their eyes.

"Mortar, three shots, rapid fire; Canister bombs. Free Fire! The fireman watched Ding Yi's tactical gesture on the wall, and immediately gave the order. What is a hero? He was standing here, he was standing here, and even the iron door was open. But the soldiers will no longer worry, what will happen if these twenty-four mortar shells are gone? Nor will I think about it once the ammunition runs out. How the thousands of Ottomans would rush on, tearing themselves to pieces.

Just because he drew his knife. Standing here.

So they were convinced that he would lead them. To victory, as long as you obey, as long as you follow.

This has become a superstition in the military. Ding Yi once talked to Liu Ji deeply about this, and also asked Liu Ji to dissolve this kind of personality cult superstition as much as possible. But for now, this superstition has become the best psychological cue, which has led the soldiers into a religious frenzy and made them carry out orders with great skill.

The order of the massacre.

The three mortar shells landed exactly around the corner, and the loud explosion and the fierce fire made almost three or two hundred of the Ottoman soldiers in dense formation scream and fly in the explosion, and shrapnel cut their bodies without hindrance. No matter how strong a person is, in a real war, it is impossible to wear heavy armor to board the ship, once he falls into the water, it will definitely make him have no chance of survival.

So the Ottomans were all light infantry, fragments of mortar shells and iron balls, and there was always a special love for light infantry.

And the Ottoman soldiers seventy or eighty meters away did not have time to lament for their comrades, because the grenades fired in a salvo of six grenadiers, although not as large as mortars, had a faster rate of fire, and each grenade landed with a miserable scream, which was even more terrifying than a mortar shell that instantly killed or stunned people.

Because death is death, and the moaning and rolling of the wounded are even more shocking and terrifying.

At this time, the man who was reflected by the sun like a god of war walked out of the door steadily.

Fifty meters away, the archer, who wanted to bend his bow and arrow, was quickly knocked down by the bullet from his rifle.

The sound of gunfire, the sound of death, this evokes the last bit of blood of those Ottoman soldiers facing Ding Yi.

They pounced, they didn't know who this man was, but anyone could see that all the disadvantages, all the horrors, all the things, were from him, as long as they cut him under the knife, then it would be easy.

What's more, when Ding Yi walked out of the doorway, he lost the sunlight, which made the Ottoman soldiers think that this was nothing more than a burly man in heavy armor, and they had an illusion, an illusion that they could cut Ding Yi under the knife, so they pounced on it and waved the long knife in their hands.

This is Ding Yi's only chance to fight, and he cherishes such an opportunity, which is becoming more and more unexpected. So, he stood forward, the Damascus steel knife in his hand, until he slashed five men by the throat, and then he struck the sixth Ottoman soldier who pounced on him.

"Dang!" The sound made the Ottoman soldier ecstatic, he thought that he had blocked the opponent's knife, then, the death of the other party was bound to come to an end! Both he and his companions thought so. But unfortunately, almost at the moment when the long knife was blocked, Ding Yi threw the bayonet in his hand, and it was nailed to the forehead of an Ottoman soldier who wanted to pick up the bargain, until it was out of the handle.

Then the sapper shovel pulled out of the back of the waist and chopped off half of the face of another Ottoman soldier.

Of course, Ding Yi was also stabbed in the process, but unfortunately this knife did not even leave a trace on the chicken breastplate except for making him take half a step back. Ding Yi threw the sapper shovel in his hand, which made the Ottoman soldier who had just held Ding Yi's long knife collapse screaming, and Ding Yi kicked the opponent's long knife that fell by mistake, and strolled forward with one knife in one hand.

It's just that these eight enemies are all the results that Ding Yi can directly create.

Because the two squads of soldiers, who were also draped in their bodies, lined up from his side, separating Ding Yi from the Ottomans.

The rifles on the wall continued to fire, and the grenadiers were spilling ammunition.

More than a thousand Ottoman soldiers, despite their ferocity, fierce and bloodthirsty. But rifle bullets, mortar shells, grenadiers, but they are divided into several parts. The number of people who could reach the two squads of heavy infantry at the same time was actually no more than fifty. Fifty light infantry faced twenty-four heavy infantry, and there were no long weapons or bows and arrows, so there was no need to say anything more about what happened.

So Ding Yi was surrounded in the center by these two classes who were also wearing three layers of armor, and he could only move forward steadily, and he didn't even have a chance to make another sword.

The elite who have been trained in strict discipline and discipline, after putting on three layers of armor, unfold a tactical formation, and there will really be Ottoman soldiers falling at almost every step of advance and retreat. Many Ottoman soldiers, after surviving this battle, began to spread the word that Ding Yi's troops had spells.

"He didn't dodge or dodge the knife he swung at me, obviously my knife was cut at his throat!" "My scimitar stabbed him in the ribs, and he didn't budge, and with a single blow he cut off the head of my companion beside me!" And those who circulate these words usually have the same conclusion, "How did he know that his companion would stop the knife for him?" He couldn't have known! ”

So they thought that Ding Yi's troops had spells and evil arts.

Of course, the 4.5-inch howitzer is also understood as a spell.

In fact, they overestimated the soldiers of the two squads around Ding Yi, although they were very elite, although they were very good.

But they couldn't have any spells, and they didn't know if their robes would stop the life-threatening attack in time until their companions helped them stop the killing sword.

But the men who were guarded by them, their army, their husbands, their majesty, were instructed in this way: comrades-in-arms are those who can give their backs to him with confidence.

They didn't just believe that He would lead them to victory after victory, they believed in Him, the man.

Therefore, they strictly follow the rules of conduct: give their backs to their comrades, and try to block every attack they face, whether it is a knife or a bullet.

In fact, after the heavy armored soldiers of these two squads cut down about a hundred people in about a stick of incense, they lost the opportunity to kill the enemy just like Ding Yi.

Because the Ottomans began to break up, their casualties had long exceeded 30 percent.

And the obviously heavy infantry is unlikely to take prisoners with lightly armed or even topless soldiers.

The remaining 300 soldiers picked up the swords left by the Ottomans on the ground, and then used the natural skills of the old-style Ming army: invincible in a good fight!

They frantically drove all the way, cut down more than two hundred of the remaining seven or eight hundred Ottomans, captured four or five hundred alive, and only a few dozen of them jumped into the sea in a panic, and as a result, they did not float again.

Because no one will save them.

The Ottoman fleet retreated, and after being knocked out by two destroyers piecemeal and killing seven or eight battleships, they decided that it would be enough to send two thousand elites ashore. No one expected these two thousand to decide the outcome of the war. The purpose of these soldiers who landed was to envelop Smyrna in besieged despair.

But when Ding Yi took off the chicken breastplate, the signal soldier came over and reported: "Sir, the artillery sentry is urgent, the Ottomans have regrouped their forces, I am afraid that before dusk, we will be attacked from both sides." ”

"How many troops?"

"At least sixty thousand." (To be continued......) R1292