The bullet is a fool, the bayonet is a hero!

When Zhou Qingfeng raised his saber and pointed forward, the nine hundred firecrackers immediately pulled out the bayonets they were wearing and inserted them into the barrel holder. But the first to kill were the two rows of spearmen who had been waiting behind the firecrackers.

Three infantry phalanxes with 600 spearmen were responsible for close combat. Wearing cuirass and holding spears, they followed Zhou Qingfeng in obscurity. It was only now that the time had come for them to exert their might—when the saber of light was pointing, it was the direction in which they would charge.

The distance between us and the enemy was only thirty meters. With the blessing of the military formation of the grassroots officers, the earth was tornadoed, and the gusts of wind were fierce. Two rows of spearmen burst out, as if they were riding against the wind. Zhou Qingfeng held a saber in one hand, and the 'Fengyun Banner' in the other hand. Under the urging of his spiritual power, all the soldiers who assaulted gained double speed, and in a few breaths, they rushed into the array of thousands of North Koreans.

It was like a sharp blade stabbing into the throat of an animal to be killed, delivering a fatal blow.

The three infantry phalanxes took the initiative to close to a distance of 30 meters and opened fire, relying on the defensive defense formed by the high morale of the army to resist the bombardment of the enemy's indiscriminate guns. After paying a small price, the enemy suffered heavy losses - the two Korean thousand-man squads were beaten and collapsed on the spot, hundreds of corpses fell in an instant, and the soldiers who were lucky enough to survive immediately ran and crashed, and Hula collapsed and fled.

But before the remaining 1,000 or so Korean soldiers ran out of a few meters, the guards spearmen, who had been recuperating but could only watch the battle, began to show their ferocious killing ability. In the face of a crushing enemy, they have two steps to charge up and three steps to stab. Two rows of spearheads took turns to move forward, and the enemies they killed screamed and cried, and blood was scattered in the field.

In the face of this murderous and unrivaled spear assault, the North Korean soldiers were instantly terrified. They were already scattered by the fierce volleys of guns at close range, and now they can only kneel and beg and surrender. Because no matter how they escaped, they had lost their fighting spirit and became weak, and their hands and feet were weak.

"What about the leading party?" Zhou Qingfeng stood behind the assault queue and shouted loudly: "Let those leading the party go up and shout, kneel on the ground to avoid death." It's all good cannon fodder and labor, and it's shameful to waste it. ”

The musketeers with bayonets followed closely behind the spearmen, but found themselves without even a chance to pick up the slack. The spearmen in front of him have been suffocating all day, and they will be desperately killing. The battle in front of us is the last glory of cold weapons, and it is the pride before the curtain ends—when flintlock pistols are mass-produced, arquebuses will be eliminated, and spears will be turned into ornaments.

And at this moment, every spearhead has drops of blood, and every spearman has made a battle feat. By the time the staff officers of the brigade headquarters and the party led the way to persuade them to surrender, more than half of the two Korean thousand-man troops had already been slaughtered. The rest of the people all knelt and cried in a low voice, and the strength of the guards, the strength of their courage, and their murderous intent were brought into full play in just a few minutes.

At the head of Zhenjiang City, Marshal Jiang Hongli of the North Korean Capital was dumbfounded by this scene. He didn't expect that the two thousand-man teams he had sent to attack would be defeated in an instant. This was exactly what happened the moment the opponent's main flag moved forward - at that moment, the battle that could have been stalemate became one-sided in an instant.

Although separated by hundreds of meters, Jiang Hongli still saw the scene of the enemy's three infantry phalanxes bravely attacking. He couldn't help but turn back to Mao Wenlong beside him and ask, "Who is the enemy commander?" ”

Mao Wenlong turned his head in surprise and thought, "Don't tell me, you don't even know who your opponent is after fighting for a long time?" In fact, he also expressed his astonishment at the change in the battle situation in front of him, and replied after two voices: "The spy who went to deliver the war letter before said that the person in command on the opposite side was Zhou Qingfeng, the commander of the 'revolutionary army'. ”

Ah......, Jiang Hongli was even more surprised, "Who is the person who is the leader of the flag?" ”

As the saying goes, 'the son of a daughter can't sit down', how can a person in a high position go into battle in person? For example, Jiang Hongli, as the commander of North Korea, stayed in Zhenjiang City safely and securely - Zhou Qingfeng actually didn't want to kill it himself, he was intensified by the negative emotions in the military formation, and in the absence of a leader under his subordinates, he would proudly stand on the front line to lead the charge.

To put it bluntly, Zhou Qingfeng also bullied his opponent without a cannon. With the arquebus alone, with his defense and the number of invokers, he didn't care about the opponent's attack at all - if an enemy with a cannon came out, he would definitely shrink back and not dare to rush out.

Regarding Jiang Hongli's question, Mao Wenlong couldn't answer it. The Ming court's understanding of the military strength of the 'revolutionary army' was extremely limited, and its knowledge of several generals was almost equal to zero.

Ming Ting finally knew the names of Gao Daniu and Wu Damen and others, and he was still despising the youth of these two. But in the blink of an eye, all the original regiment commanders of the Guards were kicked out to be battalion commanders. The newly promoted battalion commanders are all unknown to the outside world.

The commander who recently attacked Shandong was He Zhuo, who had never come forward in the past - He Zhuo beat Shandong as soon as he made a move, and no one was invincible. It's just that she is still a woman, which makes the outside world very puzzled.

"Maybe it's the vanguard of this gang of thieves." Mao Wenlong was not sure.

The first two thousand-man squad were finished, half dead and half captured. The 1,000-strong team that took a detour was beaten violently, and there was no way to fight again in a short time. Jiang Hongli brought more than 10,000 horses, but the real soldiers were only about 8,000, and 3,000 were lost in the blink of an eye-if they continued like this, how would they fight later?

Looks like a killer move!

"Bring out my North Korean Zhenguo artifact." Jiang Hongli shouted, and all the North Korean generals around him were shocked. The originally frightened and panicked atmosphere quickly calmed down. The hope of victory rose again in everyone's hearts, as if some decisive force was about to appear.

Soon soldiers came out with several large iron boxes on wheels. The exterior of this thing has a delicate carved pattern, and one side has a honeycomb-like hole that looks like a bazooka.

With this thing on the field, the North Korean army even burst into cheers, and the low morale was restored. There were even North Korean generals who took the initiative to ask for war, saying that they would personally use this Zhenguo artifact to defeat the Ming rebels on the opposite side.

And on the battlefield hundreds of meters away, the soldiers of the Guards were quickly controlling the prisoners of war and again lined up. Although they also suffered dozens of casualties, the attack was an incredible victory compared to the heavy losses of the enemy.

Zhou Qingfeng ordered a small number of spearmen to tie up the captives one by one, and he once again commanded the square array. And at this time, the battalion artillery that was grinding like a snail in the back finally came up. The mules and horses that carried the artillery were not powerful, and the last section was even carried by artillery manpower. But as soon as they came, they first transported all six guns of the three infantry battalions into place.

Look at the artillerymen who are tired and prostrate but are still desperately assembling the artillery and starting to build positions, and then look at a few mules and horses that are so tired that their hooves are weak and they are about to die. Zhou Qingfeng only said silently, "Our horse breed is not good enough." ”

Modern humans are accustomed to the so-called 'tall horses', but ancient Chinese horses have always lacked good breeding, and Mongolian horses were widely used. This type of horse is gentle, hard-working, and easy to feed. However, it is short, light in weight, and does not have a high carrying capacity.

Riding a Mongolian horse to fight a war is really not majestic enough, and to put it mildly, it is like riding a 'big dog'. It is a prairie horse, suitable for expeditions but not for short sprints, let alone rough terrain.

But the breeding of horses is ......, this is another big project, and there is no possibility of fast forward. Zhou Qingfeng could only write it down first, and then talk about dealing with the battle in front of him - the artillery was in place, and there were three infantry battalions coming quickly. Zhou Qingfeng has already defeated the opponent's three-thousand-person team again, and he is no longer afraid of what new tricks the enemy can come up with.

At present, Zhou Qingfeng's location is only seven or eight hundred meters away from the small castle in Zhenjiang. Zhou Qingfeng decided that the three infantry phalanxes would continue to advance to a distance of five hundred meters. Next, he didn't plan to use infantry to line up and shoot, and the heavy artillery came up and bombarded them - the number of enemies was quite large, but if the six short-barreled heavy guns continued to fire in a volley, it should not be difficult to defeat them.

Artillery assembly, position building, all of this takes time. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the sky and allowed the three infantry phalanxes to take turns to rest on the spot, eat some food and water, and recover some physical strength. Once the artillery is on the field, the infantry will be much easier, and there is no need to tire them too much.

And just as Zhou Qingfeng was preparing for today's final blow, the North Korean army on the opposite side began to act again. Their troops, which had been gathered outside the city, were regrouped again, and three or four thousand troops were arrayed, and it seemed that they were going to compete with the phalanx of the guards again. But this time they seem to have learned a little better, and they don't immediately kill after forming a horizontal line......

"What are these idiots trying to do?" Zhou Qingfeng opened the monoculars and saw several things that seemed to be in front of the queue of several North Korean thousand-man teams. To say that the chariot is not like a chariot, but like a cannon. But if you want to say that it looks like a cannon, it is the shape of an iron box on wheels.

What the hell is this?

"What about the leading party?" Zhou Qingfeng looked around, "Let them come up and recognize it, what is that weird thing?" He looked for the North Korean scholars who had taken refuge in him.

These leading party members were very happy to be able to work for Zhou Qingfeng, and they had nothing to do in the past two days to report to him about how they would repay the 'revolutionary army' once they returned to North Korea. Now Zhou Qingfeng handed them the binoculars, and pointed to the strange things in the distance and asked what they were?

"Divine Arrow!" A few North Korean scholars exclaimed loudly when they saw something earth-shattering. "This is the secret treasure of my Joseon royal family, an infinitely powerful artifact of the kingdom. This magic machine will destroy the world and destroy the world, and thousands of troops and horses will not be able to resist. Commander, hurry up and ask for surrender, it's over one step later. ”

Several leading parties used exaggerated words, frightened expressions, and surreal body movements to constantly express to Zhou Qingfeng the infinite power of this 'magic arrow'. They even knelt down in a hurry, pulling Zhou Qingfeng's thigh and begging for persuasion, for fear that they would be wiped out under the attack of this Zhenguo artifact in the next second.

"Sure enough, I shouldn't have asked these idiots. It's useless to ask. "Zhou Qingfeng really has a headache. If it weren't for the fact that these leading parties were still useful, he would have wanted to cut off their heads. "No matter what age it is, these are people with extreme inferiority and extreme arrogance.

It is really a long-term task to transform the culture and ideology of the Korean nation and infuse them with the vigor and majesty of our Han civilization! ”

Zhou Qingfeng was still complaining, what kind of 'magic arrows' on the other side actually fired!

Damn, ......, what are these idiots doing? Are they here specifically to make me laugh?

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