Feudal superstition, which appeared in the Southern Song Dynasty, is not only not unusual, but also persists for a long time.

It can be said that until the Boxer Rebellion at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the feudal superstitions in the battle array were constantly recorded in the books, and they were all conclusive.

What kind of demons, what spells, the description in the book is also quite strange. The war seems to have become a fairy fighting method, which can be described as a coming-and-going spell, and the spell wins, and the effect is brilliant and wonderful.

Therefore, it seems ridiculous to people now, but it was believed by people at the time. Even for military commanders, it is one of the common sense that must be possessed.

Moreover, the Chinese dynasties have all had a virtue since the Han Dynasty. From the front to the back, they are all in the order of the five elements, you conquer me, and I will conquer you again.

This is both a psychological effect and a justification for replacing it.

The so-called: Mu Ketu (poke), Tu Ke water (cover), water Ke fire (pouring), fire Ke Jin (burning), Jin Kemu (chopping).

For example, the Red Jacket Army wears a red jacket, which means to take fire and overcome gold.

This is nonsense for Meng Jiucheng, but for generals and soldiers, it has a great psychological effect, and it is also one of the reasons why he named the army the Red Turban Army.

There is no way, based on the understanding of that era, some inevitable and accidental factors will be exaggerated, and they will become more and more realistic and mysterious in circulation.

For example, if the flag suddenly breaks, it may be that the wind is too strong and the flagpole is too thin; Another example is that the artillery is inaccurate, or the chamber is blown up, in fact, it is likely that the psychological effect of the gunner has led to the abnormal performance.

Of course, there may have been other reasons that would have been explained by mystery and witchcraft without an in-depth study of the causes of the accident at the time.

In the same way, victory or defeat is often explained by the will of heaven and the number of qi.

The Ming army was stagnant in front of the camp, but the Pucha Li family was overjoyed, thinking that they had used the magic circle properly and finally stopped the momentum of the enemy's attack.

After boosting morale, Meng Jiucheng ordered the soldiers to cut down trees and cut thatch for the purpose of building sheds, and instructed the artillerymen to take good care of the cannons and shells.

The herald repeated it, and Shi Li took the order and left. Wang Xian blinked his eyes and reminded: "If Meng Shuai wants to build a tent, does he need incense, candles, magic utensils and other things?" ”

Meng Jiucheng rolled his eyes, shook his head slightly, and said in his heart: What about returning the magic weapon, I really thought that I would learn from Zhuge Liang, and I would go crazy with my hair scattered!

This guy, can't you see the sky and hear the rumbling and rolling thunder in the distance? The tent was built to protect the artillery from the rain.

The flying thunder cannon and the shells were wrapped in several layers of oilcloth, and Meng Jiucheng also asked people to prepare some cloth bags filled with quicklime as a measure to prevent moisture.

If nothing else, in the presence of a canopy, the Flying Thunder Cannon should be able to continue firing.

Large, dense black clouds gradually expanded and shrouded in a lead-colored curtain. The thunder was getting closer, but it was dull and dull, as if it was struggling to escape from the thick clouds.

Before the canopy was erected, the artillery had already set up their positions and ordered the bombardment.

Meng Jiucheng looked at the sky, but in fact, he couldn't tell if it could rain or when.

With a "choking" sound, Meng Jiucheng pulled out the sword and touched the blade with his hand, wanting to cut his fingers to get some blood, but he was a little afraid of pain, and even more afraid of infection.

After hesitating for a moment, he randomly looked for a direction, anyway, there was no one on the other side. Then he closed his eyes, bowed down as if he were in motion, and slowly brushed the blade of the sword against his forehead.

With a pop, Meng Jiucheng stuck his sword on the ground and shouted: "There are no taboos for the heavens." Thou shalt fight with all thy heart, and fight bravely against the enemy, and do not think of it. ”

"Obey Meng Shuai's orders." The generals behind him bowed down in response, and the loud voice scared Meng Jiucheng.

Is that okay? The ancients, sometimes it's really easy to deceive. Meng Jiucheng was both helpless and sighed with emotion.

Seeing that the enemy's intention to attack the village had been revealed, the Pucha Li family also hurriedly dispatched troops to prepare for defense.

"Sir, get out of the wall and leave this dangerous place for the time being." The Pucha Li family still has a lot of respect for this old staff member who has followed them for many years, and seeing that the battle is inevitable, they let him go to a safe place in the back first.

The staff hesitated for a moment, and said, "Then the lowly will go and urge the soldiers, and pick up some dung and urine, so that the rain will not wash away and weaken the effectiveness of the spell." ”

"There's Mr. Law." The Pucha Li family nodded, and refocused on the actions of the enemy troops outside the village.

"Mighty, mighty!" "Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!" The soldiers of the Red Turban Army shouted and beat their weapons.

In the shouts of the mountains and tsunamis, people's spirits were lifted and their bodies seemed to be injected with new energy.

"Fire!" Meng Jiu set up his horse, and with a wave of his sword, he pointed at the camp of the Jin army.

"Boom!" A thunderbolt let out a roar, and the cannonball pierced the sky and flew towards the enemy camp, and five or six seconds later, there was another muffled sound, and the second thunderbolt cannon also fired a cannonball.........

This time, Meng Jiucheng changed his tactics, and instead of firing a salvo, the flying thunder cannon bombarded at intervals with more than 20 guns, striving to create a continuous and endless impression on the Jin army.

Under the gaze of Wanmu, the first shell hit the wall, bounced back two or three meters and then fell to the ground, and then exploded with a "boom", a dazzling fire burst out, and smoke rose up.

"It's successful, I've broken the spell of the golden man." Yan Tong let out a hey and waved his fist excitedly.

"Meng Shuai really broke the spell of the Jin Army." Wang Xian exhaled a long breath lightly, and Yan Tong couldn't help but look at each other, and they couldn't help but smile.

"Boom!" There was another deafening bang, and the shells exploded behind the camp, followed by screams and exclamations.

"Boom!" "Boom! "Boom! ”…… The sound of explosions came every few seconds, fires erupted, smoke filled the air, and the earth trembled slightly.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Several flying thunder cannons fired their first salvo, and the shells exploded almost simultaneously, making the bombing even more powerful, bringing the bombardment to a small climax.

The first shell exploded, and the heart of the Pucha Li family sank suddenly, and then the continuous explosions made his heart sink into a thousand feet of coldness. It's over, the spell is broken, and the enemy's artillery is really powerful, as if it has attracted thunder.

"My lord, stand back!" The captain of the pro-soldier team surrounded the pro-soldier and protected the Pucha Li family, looking anxious and frightened, constantly urging.

"Boom!" With a bang, the explosion sounded not far away, rubble and sawdust flew in the air, the wall of the wall was blown open a big hole, and the nearby Jin soldiers were injured and knocked down.

Pucha Li's ears were buzzing, and his color changed in shock, and his own soldiers couldn't wait for him to give the order, so they hugged him and retreated.

"Stop, stop." Pucha Li's family suddenly struggled and shouted: "Order, order, leave the wall, give up the gate, retreat and array, retreat and array." ”

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The bombing stopped for a moment, and then there was a salvo of ten rounds, and the explosions were almost continuous, earth-shattering and terrifying.

As soon as the banner changed, the war drums rumbled, and the infantry of the Red Turban Army, under the command of the general, rushed forward with a shout.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the wooden walls and gates were riddled with holes and lost their protective effect. The collapsed wood was in disarray, the corpses of the golden soldiers were scattered, weapons and stumps were scattered everywhere, and a bleak crimson spread across the land.

It's just that the Pucha Li family, with their rich experience in battle formations, issued the most correct order at that time.

The Red Turban Army, which rushed into the camp, found that although the Jin Army suffered a lot of losses, it was not defeated. Instead, a battle formation was formed two hundred meters away, and the Pucha Li family personally supervised the leadership, so that the Jin soldiers still had fighting spirit.

"Steady, steady!" The generals of the Red Turban Army gave a loud order, and officers at all levels performed their duties, quickly formed a formation in the camp, and pressed towards the Jin army.

Pucha Li's family was frightened, although they retreated and organized a battle formation, but they did not dare to approach the walled wall and the walled gate, and let the enemy slowly approach forward.

He had the idea of fighting and attrition in the camp, and when the two armies were fighting and mingling, the enemy's artillery would have some scruples and would not dare to bomb wantonly again.

The battle formation of the two armies slowly approached, and suddenly there was a shout, and the guns and knives were raised together, and they collided violently. Bows, arrows, javelins, and other weapons also flew out of their respective battle formations, smashing their heads and faces at the enemy on the opposite side.

The shouts and screams were mixed together, one side was a broken village attack, and the other side was a trapped beast fighting, and the fight was even more tragic. A row of soldiers fell, and another row of soldiers came up, spears and swords fluttering, and fresh lives were so fragile and fleeting on the battlefield.

"Five points higher." The artillery commander shouted loudly, and the meteor cannon adjusted the elevation angle.

A few black shells flew over the tattered wall, flew through the battle formation of the Red Turban Army, and smashed into the ranks of the Jin Army, followed by a deafening explosion with a dazzling flash.

The dense battle array of golden soldiers was like a boulder thrown into the pond, the whirlpool spread with ripples, the broken flesh and stumps flew up, and the golden soldiers within a radius of ten meters were either killed or shaken down. The distance of the explosion was so close that even the officers and men of the Red Turban Army felt a dazzling flash, and their ears instantly lost their hearing.

The explosions continued one after another, and each explosion caused heavy casualties to the dense Jin soldiers, and the Jin soldiers who were more than ten meters away were also shocked to the point that their eyes were dull and their steps were crooked.

A single cannonball is a piece of death, flashing, loud noise, flesh flying, wailing everywhere, constantly weakening the remaining fighting spirit of the Jin army.

The Jin army led by the Li family in Pucha was still a difficult force to fight, but under the blow of heavy casualties, no matter how strong the nerves were, there were times when they were broken.

There was an explosion of "boom", rubble flew sideways, and some Jin soldiers fell to the ground without even making a sound, and those who were affected were also injured and disabled, and howls of pain sounded at the same time.

"The enemy is defeated, defeated; The flag fell, and the Lord fled. With bursts of shouts, the last trace of Jin Jun's fighting spirit dissipated in an instant.

The frightened Jin soldiers, who were bombed, had no time to distinguish the real from the fake, stepped on the blood, rotten flesh, and stumps on the ground, turned around and fled.

"Lao Tzu is here, undefeated, undefeated. Retreat the latter and chop, chop. The Pucha Li family screamed under the re-erected banner, and had to calm the restless war horse, his eyes blood-red, and he slashed at the defeated soldiers who rushed in.

"Boom, boom!" Two loud noises suppressed the howl of Pucha Li's family, and the war horse neighed and almost ran away.

"Those who descend will not be killed, and those who abandon their weapons will not die!" The shouts rose again, as if to declare the ownership of victory.

The defeated soldiers continued to flee, just walking around the flag, and no one looked at the Pucha Li family, who wanted them to die in vain.

The infantry of the Red Turban Army did not chase endlessly, and the battle formation still advanced unhurriedly, the soldiers lined up closely, their swords and guns as dense as a jungle, mercilessly slashing the golden soldiers who were wounded and fell to the ground.

And the flying thunder cannon also pushed up and bombarded the Jin army. The loud noise and explosion pushed the Qing soldiers backwards like ducks, faster and faster, and closer and closer to the banner of the Pucha Li family.

"My lord, let's go!" The captain of the personal guard grabbed the angry Pucha Li family, and shouted with a crying voice: "If you don't leave, it's too late." ”

"Boom!" With an explosion, there were only more than twenty meters left from the banner of the Pucha Li family, and the strong flash of light made the Pucha Li family's eyes black for a while, and it took a few seconds to recover.

"Defeated, really defeated, in fact, it has already been defeated!" The Pucha Li family sighed in their hearts, and finally glanced at the battlefield where the dead and wounded were killed, turned the horse's head sharply, and galloped away.

Daqi fled, and the Jin army was defeated.

Yan Tong had already climbed a wall that had not been blown up, and had been observing the development of the battle situation. Seeing that the banner of the Li family in Pucha was fleeing backwards, he immediately changed the banner in succession, and used gongs and drums to give orders to the troops.

The Jin army was chased and frightened into the city, and many people were trampled to death or squeezed off the drawbridge.

The Red Turbans pursued for a while, and when they approached the city gate, they were blocked by a rain of arrows and retreated.

At this point, the Jin army no longer had the heart to fight, and retreated into the city, waiting for them only to perish.

The sky was already covered with dark clouds, and before the hour came, it was like night. A bolt of lightning pierced the dark clouds, thunder rolled through the low clouds, and the rain finally fell down.

Even if there was an oilcloth to cover the rain, Meng Jiucheng felt that the cold air was attacking his body. He wiped the rain from his face, straightened his back again, and continued his rounds with a blank face.

Although the heavy rain delayed the plan of the Red Turban Army to take advantage of the victory to attack the city, Laiwu was already half in the palm of his hand when the battle was fought here.

After the setback, the already small defenders would definitely not be able to withstand the onslaught of the Red Turban Army. But Meng Jiucheng did not want to do this, he always tried to minimize the casualties of his troops.

"The rain is falling urgently, and it must have stopped quickly." Wang Xian accompanied Meng Jiucheng to inspect the camp and saw that the soldiers had a place to shelter from the rain, so he was relieved and relieved to Meng Jiucheng.

Meng Jiucheng nodded, took off his raincoat, handed it to the guard, sat down in the chair, and said slowly: "There is no big problem in capturing Laiwu. If Huo Yi and Li Quan can sincerely unite and revive the momentum of the Shandong Righteous Army, it is also very possible. ”

Wang Xian didn't seem to have much hope for this, and said: "A short joint operation is indeed feasible; If you want to last a long time, I'm afraid it's hard. ”

"It's good to be short-lived! Our army can occupy a more favorable situation and have a greater buffer. Meng Jiucheng also knew that it was very difficult to let Huo Yi and Li Quan succumb to him, so why didn't he want to command everyone?

Wang Xian nodded, and asked with some confusion: "Meng Shuai, the last general feels that you don't seem to be willing to fight with the Jin army. Of course, accumulating strength in secret, not being noticeable, is a good strategy. But the weakening of the Jin Kingdom, everyone can see it, can't they take the opportunity to make a big difference? ”