Chapter 13: Destroying the Blade

The drums of war on the towers gradually stopped.

The prefect of the Song Ming Dynasty, who was wearing a red official robe and leather armor, was already exhausted, and was almost taken down from the drum platform by his family.

Looking at the heroic back of Sun Jie leading his troops to counterattack the prancing horse and raising his sword, Song Zhifu only felt that there was a fire burning in his chest, and a wave of pride suddenly rose: If he could gallop with his brother and chase down the stubborn enemy with his sword, how fast! The hem of the official's robe was about to order the horses to be prepared, and suddenly remembered that he couldn't ride a horse at all, so he walked to the drummer in a few steps angrily: "Give me the drumsticks, and the officer will personally cheer for the soldiers!" ”

The drummer dared not comply, looked at the team officer, and respectfully handed over the drumsticks.

With the sudden impassioned drum beat, the golden drum team officers and drummers suddenly shivered with sweat and rain, and almost collapsed to the ground: What is this beating...... The general attack of the army, knocking blindly is going to cut off the skull......

However, they were overly concerned.

From Sun Jie, to the auxiliary soldiers who are the most courageous and ambitious, and want to take advantage of the situation to slash and kill the soldiers who will eat the soldiers' food and rush out with their first-level skills, no one cares about the beat of the drum - the battle has turned one-sidedly into a chase all the way, and there is no need to use the drum to control the rhythm of the attack at this time. Sun Jie laughed afterwards and pulled up the drummers and drummers who were trembling and pleading guilty: "No guilt, no guilt!" If the sound is loud enough, it is a good golden drum! “

Song Mingyi, who was almost in prostration, couldn't stop trembling with his arms holding on to the railing of the South Gate Gate, and the Song Governor was unaware of this, and he was still in excitement, watching this chaotic battle without warning and even more unreasonable.

Hearing that the thieves were running around with their heads in their hands, Song Mingyi asked his family to walk around the wall. Everywhere in sight, in every direction, there are thousand, two thousand, or even thousands, and the enemies who were not able to show off their might yesterday are scurrying in front of them, followed by more than 100, 200, and at most no more than 300 madmen who seem to be possessed by fierce gods and have evil spirits on their upper bodies, screaming and chasing and slashing all the way!

Song Mingyi saw with his own eyes that the armor of a thief who was abandoned on the ground tripped and fell to the ground, and before he could get up, the guy who chased after him was cut off with a knife, followed by a perverted stab, and the good head was cut to pieces...... Wait, why is this guy who cuts people wearing a cloth coat? It turned out to be an auxiliary! Oh my God, the auxiliaries ran with the soldiers, and they cut their armor to shreds! Who can believe such things unless they see them with their own eyes?

"Although Song saw it with his own eyes, but if he is cut like this, he really can't count the first-level merit*!" Governor Song felt sorry for this head in his heart, and was thinking about how to set up a name and reward all the heads who could not pass the imperial court's inspection, when this auxiliary warrior had already carried a knife and pulled his legs and ran wildly on the way to pursue again-the head that was almost cut into pieces was abandoned by him like a shoe......

This, this, this is clearly the blessing of the Buddha and the manifestation of King Yue!

Song Zhifu's lips trembled like his arms, he squirmed a few times, but he didn't say anything, his eyes were sore, and two lines of hot tears flowed down his cheeks.

Song Mingyi made a decision in silent prayer: Although the son is silent, but tomorrow, no matter what, he must give it to the Buddha of the West Heaven, the Jade Emperor, the Taishang Laojun, the Guanyin Bodhisattva, as well as the grandfather of King Yue and the lord of the city god...... Kowtow one by one and offer a few sticks of incense - didn't the son also say "sacrifice is like here"! It's all like this, where is "as in", this is clearly "really here"!

Although the city blocked the line of sight and could not see the battle situation in other directions, Guan Shengyun relied on his years of experience in the army, judging from various signs such as momentum and dust, although he didn't know what the reason was, it must have collapsed on the whole line. There is an idiom called "looking at the dust and knowing the enemy": a large puff of smoke and dust suddenly rose from the north and south sides, indicating that a large number of people were running at the same time in these two places, and the smoke and dust on each side were divided into two strands that were 100 zhang apart from the front and back, indicating that the people in front were running, and the people behind were chasing, and the small group that saw first was behind, and then a larger group rose in front, indicating that the retreating troops found the pursuers and began to break and flee...... It seems that, like Ximen, the dog officers and soldiers guarding each gate began to counterattack at the same time!

The siege of the city for so long, judging from the banner or the number of battles, the dog officer army only survived 2,000 soldiers - but it's not right! Not counting the mixed infantry and cavalry of less than 1,000 people in front of him, how many soldiers can there be left? Can there be hundreds of people divided among the gates? How can you chase the sons and daughters who are many times the enemy like this?

However, the emergency situation did not allow Guan Shengyun to think too much, looking at the increasingly approaching crowd of routs who ignored the order to divert troops, Guan Shengyun knew that the general trend had gone: in the chaos of the army, the command system no longer existed. The soldiers couldn't read the flag, and even if they could, they wouldn't look up at the orders if they were running wildly, and the officers had long since lost control over their subordinates, so they could only run down the crowd......

The chaotic soldiers who were chased by the enemy's horsemen, like a herd of wild horses driven by wolves, rushed left and right, converging into a torrent, more like a monstrous wave, rushing towards the face!

At the moment, there are only two options:

Or run away immediately. Even so, he and his subordinates only had about three or four percent chance of escaping—because of several reconnaissance rounds in the morning, everyone's horsepower had not yet recovered.

Or go out and fight desperately: turn into a wedge-shaped triangle formation and divide the flow of people. But if you do, you'll be under siege.

The garrison is made up of inexperienced recruits, and there is no hope at this time. The view on the camp wall is better, seeing that the battle situation has developed like this, it is estimated that it has run a little bit by now, although there is still a pro-military camp by his side, but with these hundreds of people, he will definitely not be able to stop this large group of routs, accept his fate, gamble!

Guan Jianlin, a guerrilla in the pro-military camp, leaned over as soon as he lifted the reins of his horse and said hurriedly: "Dashuai, avoid it!" Stay in the ......"

Before the words fell, Guan Shengyun shouted: "I'm not leaving!" Ben Shuai is dying here today! Block it for me! ”

Guan Guerrilla turned his head to look at the rout torrent that was getting closer and closer, and said nothing more, his eyes gradually changed from anxiety to determination. has been following Dashuai for twenty years, and he knows Guan Shengyun's temper.

As soon as they looked at each other, several guards couldn't help but say that the longitudinal horses clamped Guan Shengyun from both sides, and someone reached out and copied the reins of the horse.

Guan Shengyun was furious: "Dog! Hello big dog! ”

Guan Jianlin immediately clasped his fists and smiled miserably: "Father-in-law, take care, you will punish me again in the next life." ”

Turned over and dismounted, and handed the reins to a personal guard: "My horsepower is okay, take it away and replace it for the marshal." ”

Then he shouted to the guards: "If you don't have a horse, you will break it with me, and if you have a horse, go quickly!" ”

The roar was as terrible as a owl.

Seeing dozens of cavalry hugging Guan Shengyun away, Guan Guerrilla corrected his iron helmet, turned around and ordered: "The spearmen are out of the ranks!" Fifteen steps forward, form a gun formation, block the rout, and those who charge the battle will be killed! The sword and shield soldiers form a circle to protect the flag! ”

The shield was plunged deep into the ground.

Thirty people in each row, the first row of spearmen is on the ground, the left shoulder is stubbornly against the shield wall, the right hand holds the gun, the tip of the gun is at a 40-degree angle to the ground and the shield wall is far away, the back end of the gun is on the ground, the middle row holds the gun and kneels on one knee, and steps on the tail of the front row of spears with their feet, the gun body is placed on the front row of big shields, the back row lunges, the spears are flat, pointing in the direction of the rout.

Behind the three-layer gun forest, surrounded by the generals' flags, Guan guerrilla and a dozen thousand, a total of more than 100 men and miscellaneous soldiers were in the center, and hundreds of sword and shield soldiers formed a small three-layer hollow circle formation - the tighter the formation, the easier it was to defend.

But – it's also easier to be surrounded.

The chance of escape was cut off.

Everyone knows that Guan Guerrilla wanted to protect Dashuai.

The enemy army is like a stream of iron, and the flag is a magnet.

The handsome banner erected high will attract the attention of all enemies, and if you hold on for a while, the commander will be a little closer to safety.

The rout of the large regiment is getting closer and closer.

The person running in front suddenly looked up and found that not far away was a shield wall, and the tip of Bai Sensen's spear poked out of the gap, as if he wanted to choose a person to devour! So they desperately wanted to bypass both sides. There are also some brave ones who try to hold back and rejoin the resistance.

However, there were so many routs that these people were immediately drowned in the torrent: the bravest were the first to die!

The people in the back couldn't see the situation in front of them at all, but instinctively, they were involuntarily pushed all the way forward by the crowd, and once they fell, countless pairs of big feet would immediately step on their bodies, and the dust would choke on the cries for help.

The vanishing life didn't even have time to let out a whimper.

In troubled times, the lives of grass people are as straight as dust.

Rumble!

Under the push of the back row, the crowd finally hit the shield wall and the gunfire.

The slamming of flesh against shields, the popping of the blade of a gun into flesh, the snapping of guns, the screams, the cries...... And so on.

Although the gun array was only three layers, the gun array of more than 100 people still stagnated the crowd slightly before being engulfed. It is precisely because of this stagnation that most of the routs behind can be bypassed.

The outer arc of the front of the circle is deeply squeezed inward. The armor soldiers in the formation used small round shields to resist their companions in front of them, and as they staggered back, the front of the same three-layer defense line was stretched into a sparse thin line, as if it was about to collapse......

After all, it was a well-trained pro-soldier battalion, and the Breaking Sky Battalion finally withstood the impact before the front broke and collapsed, and gradually recovered its formation. A large group of routed soldiers who had been exhausted by the guns finally dispersed, and there was no direction, fleeing all over the mountains.

Sun Jie took the lead and rushed on the left flank, and his field of vision was slightly wider than that of the infantry.

It was quickly concluded that although the small circle array in front of him could defend itself for a moment, it no longer posed a threat: even if the flag was still there, it would be impossible for such a small circle to brew the momentum of a counterattack anyway. The pursuit must continue, the enemy must not be allowed to assemble, and the camp must be taken by the trend - success or failure is in this move, and if it is not successful, it is Chengren.

Wave the sword to signal the cavalry on the right to complete the encirclement of the circle, and after they stabilized the encirclement, their own pro-battalion almost just drove up, and the advantage of two to one in foot and cavalry, especially Ruhong's morale, was enough to crush any resistance.

The sword was raised high, and after a moment of pause, it slashed horizontally in a semicircle in front of the Defeated Enemy's Star, which was also the enemy's camp!

The cavalry on the left flank, who received the order, shouted in unison: "Kill!" ”

In an instant, the left column fanned out in all directions, galloping towards the rout troops all over the mountains.

Kill all sides!

* First level of work

Starting from Qin, military merits are mainly first-class merits, after all, miracle feats such as capturing the flag and taking the city first are not available to everyone. Ordinary soldiers, or the way to hand over heads after the war is the most childlike.

Qin swept Liuhe, a very important point is this first-level military merit system: as long as you hand over an enemy's head, regardless of origin, you can give a first-class title (the knight is a wine cup, and the reward must be given by "drinking and giving the knight", from which the "title" is named), and the title can be exempted from field endowment, free from labor, and high titles can also get fields, slaves, and even offense! For example, one person was killed in battle in the "first army" (the most basic combat unit, composed of five soldiers), and the remaining four were each considered guilty and killed! Unless...... Well, you can hand in an enemy's head - that's fine. Of course, there will be a reward for over-delivering! Therefore, the peasant soldiers recruited by the six countries saw a group of fierce gods with bloody heads tied to their waists rushing from the opposite side, and most of them were frightened. It is recorded that some Qin soldiers have four or five human heads tied around their waists and are still charging with grinning teeth...... That scene, let alone a head-on collision, is terrifying to think about.

Later, the Qin army fought all over the world, and the military merits of the first-level system were a little insufficient, so stricter regulations were made: one is the head of the "armored soldier" is the first rank, and the migrant workers who participate in the war as auxiliary soldiers are not counted, and the other is to carry forward the continuous sitting system: you have cut off more than a dozen heads and won the knighthood, but your brother-in-law has diarrhea on the street due to food poisoning...... This is "abandoning the market" (i.e., cutting off the head. Daqin's environmental protection is really good - the cattle and horses pulling the cart are also the sin of the owner cutting off their brains) Ah, don't talk nonsense, you have been punished!

A few days later, your neighbor was talking about the court in the middle of the night and was reported by another household. Don't say anything, you slept to death, you didn't report it, did you? So you are guilty too! What, take the knight to atone? You forgot? Your lord has been pulled by your brother-in-law! Pack up and go to Lishan to repair the tomb of the First Emperor, and from then on you will be a glorious member of the 700,000 prisoners!

Don't want to go? Well, take a knife and rejoin the army, and chop off a few more heads and come back in exchange for a free labor coupon. Oh, by the way, remember that this time it was only the head of the "Armorer" that counted.

By the Tang Dynasty, there were three types of officials. One is called a loose official, that is, today's job level, such as the county and regiment level, the department and bureau level, etc., determines your salary and package, but there is no specific position. One is called a magistrate, also called a ministry officer, that is, there are specific positions, such as prefects, prefects, etc. There is also a type called a meritorious officer, which is somewhat similar to a loose official, but the rank is often obtained through military merit, regardless of origin. For example, Xue Rengui in the storytelling drama was originally a small soldier, who followed Taizong to conquer Goguryeo, and rode into battle alone to kill the enemy general, and won the title. If you get the title, you will have "Yongye Tian", and your descendants will be hereditary, and they will be exempted from military service. Later, Xuanzong was busy bathing with Yang Guifei's mandarin ducks, and no longer personally participated in such trivial matters as Xugong, and reported himself by the local festival, so the latter took the opportunity to use this loophole to promote and cultivate his own forces, and it didn't take long to make the Tang Dynasty a thing of the past.

In order to prevent the military head from becoming bigger, the smart Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang deliberately emphasized the text and suppressed the military, and his ideal military general was best an illiterate bull, who only knew how to go into battle and cut people and did not understand anything else, so that it was best and would not endanger future generations. Wenchen, you are responsible for defending the land, don't talk nonsense and cut off your head if you lose your place, and the generals don't count to recover the lost land, only according to the victory or defeat, the specific bonus is calculated according to the head, and the head of one hand and the other hand are not bullied.

The first level will be handed over to the military department for inspection and rewarded, and the old men of the military department will naturally make it difficult in every way to eat cards. In those years, the soldiers were often not good citizens, and many of them were criminals who violated the king's law and joined the army, so many people killed good people in the spirit of earning if they could be blinded, but they were not losing money, and they handed over the size of their heads, and the whole of men and women was half pulled. Of course, the imperial court is by no means easy to fool, and the final stipulation: it must be a complete head, and it must be proved to be a middle-aged male - the head must be with the Adam's apple (there have been high-tech identification methods before: throw it in the bucket, the face up is the man, and the face down is the woman, but this method can always cause disputes and can only be abandoned), and those who do not bring it do not count! Even when you go to war with the Manchurians, in order to prove that you are not killing the Han people who surrendered, whether your hair was shaved after death or shaved first and then cut off, you have to verify the integrity of the body before giving money.