Chapter 192 The victory came too strangely

Shen Jianfeng still had to say something, for example, he angrily scolded this guy who didn't know what to do, but he saw that this guy had slowly retreated into the formation, and the other side could only hear the sound of the nail leaves, and the soldiers holding terrifying spears on both sides had slowly unfolded their formation, and the spears in their hands also stood up obliquely, and the tip of the spear was aimed at the team on their side.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

"Bring the musket team up, what about the musket team?" He shouted loudly to his subordinates, the opponent's spear, relying on these peasant soldiers with wooden forks and rakes to resist the other party, obviously a little difficult, he had to ruthlessly transfer the musket team that he regarded as his descendant, looking at the opponent's musket, far less than his own, if he really wants to fight, the musket on his side must be able to suppress the opponent fiercely.

He was a little sneering at the other party's spear, the spear commander has a fart use, can the spear commander reach the musketeer? Following his order, the musketeers in the rear team rushed to the front in a haphazard manner, and soon, in front of him, a loose line of skirmishers appeared. And behind, there were musketeers from afar, with weapons in their hands, joining this skirmisher line.

It's a pity that these musketeers behind will never reach their destination, because at this time, in the opposite array, a thick layer of white fog appeared, and then, as if a hail fell on a sunny day, and then thundered, and all the sounds were covered by these huge sounds.

The other side opened fire.

How dare they shoot first, dare to shoot first? This was Shen Jianfeng's last consciousness, he only felt that his body, as if he had been hit hard by dozens of sledgehammers, the whole person became numb, and then, and then there was no more, these numb feelings finally turned into a bottomless darkness, enveloping him.

Yu Chuan saw the North Korean general on the opposite side, who was five and six, planted from his horse like a grass target, tilted his head to the side slightly, and glanced at the camp behind him, there was no movement in the camp, no flag rolling, no sound of gold, the whole camp was like a very quiet lion, silently watching the actions of these lion cubs outside the camp.

His heart was slightly relieved, and there was no movement, which meant that the adult had acquiesced to his actions. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked towards the middle of the battlefield.

The unlucky North Korean commander was so brightly dressed that after he gave the order to fire, at least ten or more muskets took him as a target, so that the North Korean soldiers around him also fell into bad luck, and within a few meters of him, after the first round of gunfire, there was basically no one standing.

Although there were only 300 musketeers in his 1,000 households, the instructors of the training camp and Yu Feng emphasized the importance of continuous firepower, that is, if he did not have the order to stop firing, these musketeers would continue to fire the twenty basic projectiles he carried around him before stopping.

The musketeers, divided into three groups, abdicated and loaded, and then took turns to step forward, raising their guns to shoot, each of which was nearly a hundred projectiles, and every shot, at least in the opposing camp, had to fall a dozen or even dozens of corpses, and among the North Korean musketeers, there were obviously veterans who had gone through the battle formation, and after the first blow, soon, the muskets in their array also began to sound.

It's a pity that, in addition to the beginning, a few muskets in the front row caused some damage to the musketeers in front of Yu Chuan, and when the people in the front row had fallen or fled to a distance, the range of their muskets was far from reaching the enemy, and the enemy's muskets were still methodically, taking the lives of their companions with one shot.

It doesn't matter if you can't reach the other party, it's a big deal to retreat farther, so that the other party can't hit yourself. Every Korean musketeer in the range of the opponent's musket thinks like this, while firing indiscriminately, while desperately retreating to the back, and those soldiers who do not have muskets have long been in chaos, from the other party's shooting, to the death of the main general, to their own musketeers began to shoot at the other party, these things, to say that it is a waste of words, in fact, it is just a few things between the fingers, and by the time they reacted, they were already involuntarily following the people around them, and they were retreating towards the back.

"Flank cover, musketeers, advance twenty paces and shoot!" Yu Chuan ordered loudly, and the standard-bearer beside him quickly passed on his order.

The hookgunners on both sides began to move, unlike the musketeers who had no protection, their upper bodies were covered with a layer of leather armor, and the leather armor on the officers' bodies was even decorated with iron leaves, as long as they were not hit in the face, the opponent's muskets hit them, and at this distance, they could not cause much damage at all.

The rumbling footsteps of the hook gunners, even in the sound of the musketeers, were clearly audible, looking at the rows of enemies with spears in hand, their faces full of excited and distorted expressions, approaching step by step with neat steps, this kind of slow pressure was not much more than the pressure of facing thousands of war horses with these Korean soldiers.

I don't know who was the first to drop the weapon in his hand, let out some meaningless shouts in his mouth, turned his head and ran back, and the North Korean soldiers in front of him suddenly seemed to be infected one by one, and they also followed suit, and drilled towards the crowd behind them, as if they would be safer in the crowd.

The Korean soldiers behind were still dazed, and even some musketeers with muskets were still vigorously carrying out the orders of their dead commander, hurrying forward from the rear team, seeing the retreat of their companions in front of them who had lost their armor, first collided and crowded, and then they all did not hesitate to run away frantically with everyone towards the back.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see that a huge array, facing an array several times smaller than him, from the first gunshot sounded, there was a riot at the contact site of the two arrays, and then, like the ripples of water, slowly spread towards the back of the large array, and when the small array began to rush forward, the ripples of water at the contact site turned into boiling water, quickly turning the entire large array into a mess.

Yu Chuan's hook spearmen are destined to not touch the enemy, in the regulations of the hook spearmen, out of the formation to chase the enemy, that is a first-class taboo, on the battlefield, officers at all levels began to have the right to directly cut off the heads of soldiers who violated the regulations, so, looking at these enemies, they ran backwards with their feet open, and the hook spearmen could only stare dryly, still marching forward step by step in an orderly manner, and waited until they had advanced fifty paces, and when the officers ordered the formation to be organized, in front of them, Except for the corpses and a few wounded soldiers lying on the ground wailing, there was no enemy standing in sight.

This is true of the hookgunners, not to mention the musketeers, the officers have long given the order to stop shooting, there is no one in front of them, and what is the strength of the shooting.

"Is this a defeat? Fled? Yu Feng put down the clairtelescope in his hand, blinked his eyes, and looked at the generals beside him. The generals were also stunned, although everyone was disdainful of the combat power of the North Korean soldiers, but they really didn't expect that the other party would be so pustuated, this is also an army of four or five thousand people, just put a few shots, and even the hook spearmen have not yet engaged in the battle, and the other party actually ran away like this?

And Zhao Gui beside him, even more hated these pus-filled North Korean soldiers, just now Yu Feng said, if the battle is stalemate, but he ordered him to lead people to take Yu Chuan outside back to the camp, in this situation, what else to deal with?

"Paralyzed, why don't you fight for a while, so that my sons and daughters can also see blood!" Zhao Gui thought stupidly that the other party was defeated, even if it was a pursuit, it would be his turn, thinking of this, he looked at Qiu Shi, who was beaming beside him.

Some people are happy and some are worried, as the horse team of a thousand households, Qiu Shi, since the service of Yu Feng, has been in charge of the horse team, he was born in a small banner, and once almost became Yu Feng's sword ghost, now with this status, he is quite satisfied in his heart, and now the enemy army is defeated, leading the army to cover the killing, who else in the camp can be competent except him, you can't let the hook spear soldier musketeer, use his feet to pick people up! This is simply a credit that fell from the sky, and it is not a matter of effort. Even if there is no hope for the first achievement, there is no need to run this great achievement!

"My lord, let's go and cover up for a while!" He knelt down on one knee and pleaded.

Yu Feng didn't know that the biggest casualties in the battle in the era of cold weapons were not when the two armies were fighting, but when they were defeated, and when the enemy was defeated, there was a cavalry behind the back, which was simply the only way to expand the results of the battle.

However, this victory is inevitably a little too strange, if it weren't for Yu Feng clairvoyant mirror to see the whole process of the battle situation, he would have to wonder if the other party has some conspiracy, such as what lured the enemy to go deep or something, "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "The Art of War" is not only available to the Ming Dynasty, this book import, but also a major trade in North Korea, these books, North Koreans must not read less.

"Well, it's okay for you to rush, be cautious, don't rush forward, if the other party regathers the soldiers, you will withdraw immediately!" Yu Feng commanded.

Qiu Shi was a little disapproving, he had spent his whole life in the army, how could he not know that this broke up the soldiers, it was not easy to get together, without three or two days of hard work, that is not to even think about it. However, what Yu Feng said at the moment was a military order, even if he thought that Yu Feng was too cautious, he could only accept the order awe-inspiringly.

Without much effort, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and hundreds of knights, carrying smoke and dust, rushed out of the open camp gate like a whirlwind. The knights on the horses were all kinds of strange weapons, including spears and spears, broadswords and iron rods, and the only thing they had in common was that on the blankets around them, there were one or several dark iron rods nearly three feet long—the three-eyed firebolt.