11-23 Monsters on the streets

Fifty miles west of Weinan, there is a continuous hill bag, in the middle of the mountain bag is a big road, it is the only way to Chang'an from Weinan, there is a clear stream on this hill bag, the merchants who come and go from east to west will always stop here to rest, over time a small town is formed here, the dirt road is changed to a stone road here, some carriage shops and taverns and restaurants are built on both sides of the road, the town has no formal name, and the people who come and go call it Fifty Mile Fort casually.

Looking at it from a distance, Fifty Mile Fort is the same as usual, camels and mules are tied to the door of the carriage and horse shop, the smoke of cooking is rising, and the young man is holding a broom and sweeping the horse manure on the stone road, a quiet and peaceful scene, but if you look closer, you will see that these people are not Han, but people from the Western Regions with high noses and sunken eyes, and they are still working carelessly, while paying attention to the direction of Weinan from time to time. In the windows of the buildings beside the road, the cold light of weapons shone faintly, and the sound of armor and weapons grinding against each other and muffled nonsense conversations.

And behind the mountain bags on both sides of the town, the cavalry of the brigade are waiting quietly, they are the palace troops of the Western Xia army, they have been waiting here for two days, the soldiers are sitting cross-legged on the ground, drinking mare's milk wine with their skins, wiping their scimitars with the hem of their robes, this 10,000-strong team washed Weinan in blood three days ago, and is now waiting for the dumplings of the Bao Ming army.

In order to cut off the supply source of the chasing soldiers, he did not hesitate to slaughter all the Han villages along the way, and even the Weinan city with a population of tens of thousands was burned, and killed all the people in the city, Tubu Lihua thought that the Ming army saw the slaughter of the city in Weinan, and would definitely pursue frantically, and when their minds were swept away by anger, it was the time of defeat, and they could eat the pursuers in order to deter the Ming army and protect the Western Xia army and slowly withdraw.

The scouts on the mountain bag set up a pergola, saw the dust rolling in the distance, hurriedly made a whistle, the army behind the mountain got up one after another, tightened the horse's belly belt, put on the bowstring, turned over and got on the horse, this army is the elite cavalry in the new annexed army, the war is very set, all the war horses have a short wooden stick stuffed in their mouths, in order to avoid the neighing of the horse to disturb the enemy, seven or eight thousand people are ambushed behind the mountain, there is no sound at all.

The first to appear were a dozen sturdy war horses, rushing out of the smoke and dust, until they were a stone's throw away from Fifty Mile Fort, they stopped, looked at the rising smoke and turned their horses back, and did not go deep into the town to investigate.

Seeing the Ming army scouts go back, a few full strong bows were slowly put away, and in the window facing the main road, a Xia army soldier dressed as a Han muttered a string of Turkic words, probably meaning that you are lucky.

The smoke and dust in the distance are getting closer and closer, and a strange sound also stimulates the eardrums of the Western Xia army, which is a very rhythmic and textured sound, which is a sound that the nomads who grew up at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains have never heard.

It was an indescribably ugly fellow, a thick cylinder lying on two rows of iron wheels, painted black throughout, with a brass tiger badge at the front, and five or six half-egg-shaped protrusions on which jet-black iron pipes protruded against the buildings on either side of the road.

Behind this black iron behemoth was a long series of rectangular carriages chained to the back, also wrapped in iron sheets on the outside and iron wheels underneath, but there was no half-egg-shaped bulge, only small windows four inches square on the left and right sides of the carriage.

At this time, the Western Xia soldiers disguised as merchants and shopkeepers were already stunned, and they forgot to pull out the scimitars hidden behind them, and the archers at the window also grew their mouths, looking at this serious thing beyond their imagination, until the iron pipe on the behemoth turned left and right was aimed at him, and a centurion's heart chuckled, and many years of experience in the battlefield told him that things were not good!

Before the centurion could shout out the arrow command, the monster burst out with a roar, and the soldiers guarding the window saw a ball of fire rushing towards him, and the huge force sent the whole window flying along with the wall next to it, and the flesh and blood of the soldiers covered one of the walls behind him, and the head of the hundred households was lucky, he was hit in the waist by a shotgun, and he did not die immediately, he was on the ground, and he heard a loud noise outside, and there was the sound of the strange weapon shooting, and the sound of the house collapsing and the screams of the Turkic language, at this moment he understood, it was the enemy's chariot......

There were more than a thousand archers in ambush in the town, and they wanted to hit the pursuers with a rain of arrows, and then block the intersection, and the cavalry killed from behind from behind the hill and wrapped the pursuers in dumplings. Finally waited for the enemy's fire to stop for a while, they just wanted to raise the scimitar to kill, a rocket shot in again, ** the pig iron cast rocket shell into countless sharp fragments, harvesting the lives of these Turkic people who only wore coarse cloth robes, and what was even more terrifying was that the huge monster could also breathe fire, and a jet-black iron pipe spewed out raging fire, burning the soldiers hidden in the carriage and horse shop to the point of crying wolf howl, and rolling on the street, but these fires could not be extinguished no matter how they were put out, and how many soldiers were burned alive like this.

The sound from the front of the mountain is a little weird, not like the sound that should be heard when ambushing the enemy on weekdays, but Tubu Lihua did not hesitate, and still gave the order to attack, maybe this time the enemy is a little different from the past, maybe the thousand-man team in the town has been destroyed, but Tubu Lihua's determination is unwavering, no matter how strong the enemy is, the Turkic cavalry 10,000 people will definitely nail them firmly in the Fifty Mile Fort

This place.

Eight thousand cavalry came out from both wings, and saw a strange scene, under the white smoke in the sky were chariots covered with iron sheets, for a tall and ugly monster, spewing white smoke and making strange noises, clumsy turns on the stone road, as if ready to meet the direction of the cavalry, and the town of Fifty Miles, which stood quietly between the two mountains half an hour ago, was now unrecognizable, everything was charred, the ruins were broken, the streets were full of blood and water, and corpses were everywhere.

The cavalry knew that the thousand-man team was over, and the flames of revenge made these men on the grassland forget the sinister nature of the enemy, and one by one they slammed the horse's belly and sprinted with all their might, taking off the bow and arrow on their backs while rushing, and venting their hatred with the superb riding and archery skills of the grassland boys, and the feathered arrows fell on the chariots of the Ming army with a sharp sound of breaking the air, but it was only in vain to leave a white spot and slide down, the armor plate produced by the Liguo Iron Factory was not blown, although the thickness was not as good as the early armor, but this steel plate was high-carbon steel, Not to mention that the bow and arrow can't be shot through, even if you use the most admired Uzi treasure knife to cut it, it will be useless.

The tall and ugly monster was a chariot made by the sappers of the Red Shirts from the steam engine of the flat-bottomed gunship, don't underestimate the creativity of the sappers, although they don't know any scientific principles, but the steam engine has been played by everyone, and it only took a day to transform such a strange-looking chariot, the turret and wheels are from the parts of the warship, and the blacksmiths are the majority of the sappers, and beating these small pieces is simply pediatric for them.

The artillery guns on the chariot are the standard configuration of the Red Shirt infantry, the tiger squat cannon, the mountain artillery, the flat-fire gun, the bazooka, the Lianzhu fire gun plus the grenade, everything is equipped, the main body of the chariot is a large boiler, the weight is considerable, in order to reduce the pressure on the ground, the sappers specially installed a lot of wheels, the effect is quite ideal, because there is a lot of residual power, the sappers put the cart behind the steam chariot, let it drag forward, this kind of troop carrier is the standard configuration of the Red Shirts, wooden body, covered with thin steel plates, In order to guard against bow and arrow attacks, with the protection of this shell, the redshirts were like tigers, and they didn't even wear armor, squatting in the car and constantly loading, firing, reloading, firing, calmly killing the Western Xia cavalry, anyway, the opponent's backward cold weapons could not cause them any damage.

Tachibana's 10,000-strong team of people is well-trained, not afraid of death, even in the face of such a terrifying lethality, it still rushes more than once, but when the first wave of cavalry braved the rain of bullets and bullets to approach the enemy, put away the bow and arrows and pulled out the scimitar to prepare for close combat, another unexpected situation was born, those war horses did not know what they stepped on, they all fell down in pain, and threw the knight on their backs far away, and the cavalry behind did not have time to rein in their horses, and they were also tripped by the horses lying in front of them, and they suffered heavy casualties for a while, The cavalryman, who was lucky enough not to be concussed, continued to charge forward with a scimitar, but was hit by a bullet fired from the chariot and died on the spot. There was a fallen cavalryman on the ground something, picked it up and waved in the direction of the tooth flag of Tubu Lihua and shouted, Tubu Lihua in the charge looked at the past, it turned out that the soldier was holding an iron thistle dyed yellow, so cunning Han people! It's just going to do anything.

The enemy only has a total of ten carts, no matter what strange weapons they have, what insidious tactics they use, the number is always at a disadvantage, as long as you rush up desperately, you can always win them! Tubu Lihua's face did not change, and he still yelled in Hu language: "Give me a rush!" "The cavalry of the brigade rushed up, and the iron thistle array laid by the Red Shirts was simply filled with flesh and blood by them.