If a small team of dozens of people is in an army of hundreds of thousands, it is like a grain of sand on the beach;

Then after the number of people is thousands, it is not a sand, at least a wave.

When these Ming troops followed Ding Yi and walked a few hundred steps, they had already gathered two or three thousand people.

Ding Yi shook his head, this is definitely not a good thing.

If the thousands of people in the front were touching and tearful, then the people who were attached to the back made Ding Yi scold his mother in his heart: What is inferior roots? That's bad roots! Will there be a rout in Weishenme? It was caused by these people, and even at this time there was confusion in their eyes, they did not have the determination to die in the eyes of the thousand people before, and the so-called coercion, I am afraid that it is close to this.

When they saw others fleeing, they also fled, and when they saw Ding Yi and a thousand people going upstream, they followed, and there were more people on the periphery who stopped and watched, because they hesitated, and they suddenly woke up to their identity as soldiers, but they couldn't muster up the courage to die, and it seemed that it didn't feel right to continue to escape......

Ding Yi sighed helplessly, if he had five hundred soldiers like Hu Shan who had been trained for more than half a year, maybe he could try to turn the tide of the battle and lead the way with a point, as long as he won a victory, from victory to victory, maybe more Ming troops would have the courage to follow, but he only had about fifty people, and he couldn't bring the necessary victory to the Ming army that joined later.

What he can do is to take the thousand Ming troops from before, as he said, to fight to the death, to fight to the death.

After figuring out this section, Ding Yi no longer hesitated.

The Warat people soon discovered that Ding Yi's side was different from the other Ming army's ranks, the horns were blown up, and the Warat people with about 100 horsemen assembled on the battlefield, and in a short time, they gathered four or five hundred cavalry, and then they shot the arrows in their hands at Ding Yi's side from a distance.

The riding bow is softer than the walking bow. But in the case of a covered projectile that does not pursue accuracy, it still flies far enough.

"Shield!" Hu Shan shouted out the order loudly, the soldiers on the battlefield have never had a "light" and "gentle" tone, and every command must be breathed through the dantian or hissed, so that his brothers can hear it clearly for the first time.

Whether it was the forty or so brocade guards who still maintained their formation, or the two horsemen who followed behind Ding Yi. Without hesitation, they raised their shields from their backs to cover the front, and this rain of arrows did not cause any losses to Ding Yi and Hu Shan, and no one fell down due to the arrows, because they were all in armor when they killed Wang Zhen's stand-in. What's more, there is a small shield in his hand to cover his head and face.

But the Ming army that followed them was like wheat that had been harvested. A large piece fell.

And the rain of arrows continued. The so-called rushing shooting, which is probably like this, the more than 500 horsemen of the Warat people are riding around the arc or taking the Ming army behind Ding Yi as the center of the circle, and they keep firing their bows. At first, there were screams and angry scolding from the Ming army, and gradually only the horse's hooves and bowstrings collapsed.

The rout, the routed soldier was eager to throw away his underwear. In order to run faster on their own, where else do they have any weapons to carry? Where and what armor to wear? At the beginning, the thousands of Ming troops who had the heart to die picked up a lot of weapons along the way, and many people held shields and long knives. This joint came in handy, although there was no armor, but the large shield that was much wider than the iron round shield on Ding's hand could also cover his body.

Ding Yi only experienced what it means to be an arrow rain at this time, and the war horse under his crotch had been hit by seven or eight arrows and died in the first round of arrow rain, but fortunately, Ding Yi immediately kicked and jumped down so that he was not pressed, and now he is holding the small iron shield, "Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!" The sound of the arrows striking the shield was so constant that there was no pause to be heard.

Every arrow that falls has a great impact, even if it is only a riding bow. And there are some arrows that fall on the body, although they are wearing armor, but Ding Yi knows very well that every impact must bring a bruise or even bruising, but where do you care about getting so much at this time?

Under the shield, Ding Yi looked left and right with the corner of his eye, and from time to time he saw that the shield in Youmingjun's hand could not withstand the impact of the arrow rain and was crooked, and then another arrow made him fall, and then more arrows hit his body...... zuihou, this person died thoroughly.

Perhaps the only thing that comforted Ding Yi was that Hushan's people were still holding on, and no one fell.

Because they wore full body armor, and because they were originally strong men of various guards, they were selected.

It is also because they have received about half a year of training, and obedience to orders has become a habit, and no one will do other actions before Hu Shan gives a new order. And beside them, from time to time, the Ming army could not support it, lifted the shield and roared out, and then was shot into a hedgehog in less than three or five steps, and fell helplessly.

Ding Yi was not nervous, although this kind of situation of riding on foot was the first time he encountered it, he had a Yujian before going out of the customs to the grassland, and he specifically discussed this problem with the British Gong Zhang Fu, and Zhang Fu gave him advice at that time, that is: wait. Because manpower will eventually be poor.

The archer is not the data in the game, and opening the bow also consumes physical strength, especially in the continuous opening of the bow on the war horse, and the endurance is definitely superior after shooting a pot of arrows. If you have iron armor and a shield all over your body, then it is a good plan to stick to it.

Ding smiled bitterly when he thought of this, because he could hold on, but there were no reinforcements.

And don't expect the Warats to be weak in their bows, under the shield he saw that at least another group of about a hundred horsemen joined the ranks of the rush, I am afraid that if it drags on, there will be more Warats to join. There are reinforcements, but unfortunately they are from the enemy. And the blood of the Ming army around him has already flowed onto Ding Yi's combat boots.

Because the surrounding Ming troops continued to fall and lost cover, Ding Yi's shoulder and back also began to be hit by arrows, although it did not penetrate the armor on his body, it was like a heavyweight boxer's ferocious fist smashed on his body.

When he was hit by an arrow in his back for the third time, Ding Yi couldn't help but feel a sweet feeling in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

I can't wait any longer, and to wait is to die.

"Fire!" Ding Yi hissed and roared.

Hu Shan pulled out the torch from his backpack, holding the shield in one hand and the fire sickle in the other, the gloves of the chain mail made him look clumsy, and he didn't hit it a few times. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fire flickering on the side, Hu Shan turned his head to look, but saw a childish face, wearing a fiery red mandarin duck robe, the young man was skillful, seeing that Hu Shan couldn't catch fire, he picked up a corner of the broken flag, took out the fire sickle and hit it.

At this time, Hu Shan didn't have time to be polite, but nodded at the Ming army, and leaned over to light the torch. Fang Cai breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly saw the young man's face freeze there, as if something had been taken away. Then black blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, and the boy could no longer hold up the wide shield, and he fell to the ground. The shield also fell far away.

Hu Shan saw that a feather arrow was inserted into the young man's vest.

"There's me!" Hu Shan roared with a choked voice. He stretched out the torch in his hand. The pacesetters in the first column approached with their own torches to catch the fire, and then shouted the same "There is me!" "Passed to the pacesetter in the second column and the next person in the first column, every action has been practiced thousands of times, even in the rain of arrows, which constantly takes the lives of the Ming soldiers around them, it can't make them panic. Finally, Zuihou in the third column lit a torch alone. He looked around and saw that there were no more of his comrades to light the fire, so he roared, "Invincible! ”

"Right ahead!" Hu Shan stuck the torch in front of him. took out a grenade and lit the fuse, and the soldiers in the three columns also neatly planted the torch in front of them, each of them, with the heart of death, every face, with the courage to die, they took out the grenade, lit the fuse, and lit not the fuse, but life.

Ding Yi stood up, the shield covered the front of his face, and the rough voice was the blood of a man: "Grenadier!" ”

"Grenadier!" Three columns of soldiers with shields in their left hands and grenades in their right hands allowed the arrows to rain down on their bodies, and some of them were shot to their knees, but they vomited blood and stood up again.

"Forward!" Ding Yi shouted and ran forward, the thin queue neatly following behind him.

The killing of a riding bow is thirty or forty steps, that is, about six to eighty meters, and the grenade, the grenade that wants to cause armor-piercing and killing in this era, has a much more charge than modern hand grenades, because the power of black powder is not as strong as modern gunpowder - in layman's terms, it can be roughly considered that the power of Amanda explosives is three times that of black powder, and the power of T.N.T is three times that of Amanda - the granular black powder under Dante's supervision is polished and polished, which can be regarded as the pinnacle of black powder, according to Ding Yi's estimate, Almost eight parts of black powder were as powerful as one T.N.T. in his memory.

Each grenade is filled with no less than 500 grams of granular black powder, and modern grenades usually have about 70 grams to achieve this effect. Coupled with the weight of the prefabricated fragments, it is precisely because of the weight constraints that after many repeated experiments, the person who can throw 20 steps, that is, 40 meters, even if they are all Hercules, is already a very good result.

Of course, there are some individuals who throw more than 30 steps, 60 or 70 meters, but that is only an example after all.

Therefore, if you want to kill or injure the Warats, you must run twenty meters and ten steps forward.

The heavy full-body armor and huge backpack made their speed not fast, which meant that on the way forward, they had to withstand a part of the arrow rain shot by the Warats, and from time to time someone in the queue fell, even if they couldn't penetrate the armor, the terrifying impact of the dense arrow rain was enough to make people lose their balance.

They got up, holding grenades with long arquebuses, gritted their teeth to catch up with the queue, and not a single one flinched, not one broke out of control. At this time, no matter how many officials are promoted, glory and wealth are not enough to resist the fear of death, only faith and discipline are the pillars that support their progress.

Every night, Ding Yi preached to them the theory of the Emperor and the Han Dynasty, which made them feel that they were the chosen people, they were not only brave and brave, but also literate, and they felt that they and their husband were shouldering some kind of mission. They fell, they struggled, they fell, they struggled again. Maybe Ding Yi is fooling them, but there is no doubt that at this moment, the small team of more than 40 people is the unyielding backbone of China! (To be continued......)

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