"Where is the sudden general?" After killing the archer, Shao Xun shouted with his sword.
"The general is here!" One after another, the soldiers gathered towards him, and their voices had never been so loud and uniform.
"Kill the thief!" Shao Xun rushed into several stupid enemy soldiers and continued to create a bloody storm.
"Kill the thief!" The generals rushed forward bravely, everyone was vying for the first place, and their emotions were completely aroused.
Wherever the golden-armored warriors went, the enemy troops fled, leaving them vulnerable to attack.
Occasionally, those who wanted to resist would lose their courage and turn away when they saw the arrogant and ferocious generals behind the golden-armored warriors.
The assault generals were like a hammer. Wherever they hit, the enemies would scatter and lose their formation.
The entire camp fell into chaos, completely stunned by the surprise attack.
An enemy general shouted loudly and hurriedly gathered hundreds of people, preparing to go up and resist.
He has seen clearly that there are not many invading enemies, just one or two hundred people. Even though they are all brave and have high morale, after fighting for so long, their swords are curled, their armor is damaged, and their strength must have been consumed a lot. As long as they can resist for a moment, more and more of the soldiers who have recovered will gather together, thus restraining them and preventing them from rushing around and killing.
By that time, the grinding mill has worn them to death.
Nice idea, but unrealistic.
"Kill!" There was an overwhelming roar outside the camp gate, and He Lun, Wang Bing and others rushed in with the main force.
The courage the enemy soldiers had just summoned quickly dissipated.
"Run!"
"Failed, defeated!"
"Breakout to the east!"
"Take me away, my leg is hurt."
"Spare your life, I surrender."
The defeat was instantaneous, and no Ye soldiers wanted to stay and fight. Everyone was vying for the first place, fearing that they would be thrown down and blocked by their own people. They even crowded into a group at the camp gate, just like the west gate of the Ming Hall where corpses were piled up.
As expected, the chaos was captured by the Royal Army. They lined up in an orderly manner, stabbing with spears and firing with rifles, easily harvesting the lives of their enemies.
The odds of victory and defeat are obvious.
"Stick the gun, stab!" Wang Queer's childish voice sounded on the battlefield.
"Kill!" The spears were thrust out one after another, blood spattered, and screams continued.
"Stick the gun, stab!" Wang Queer's voice continued.
"Kill!" Fifty Luoyang coolies from the seventh team of the Kingdom's army thrust out their spears for the second time, killing and wounding a large number of Ye soldiers again.
If you observe their faces carefully, you will find an interesting phenomenon.
Most of these fifty recruits, who had been trained for less than half a year, were very nervous.
Someone yelled "kill", but his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and the gun he thrust out seemed a little soft.
Some people opened their mouths wide, but could not shout any sound. They held the gun barrel tightly with both hands, their knuckles turned white, and they almost watered their hands.
Some people's movements were stiff, relying solely on the muscle memory developed through regular training with sticks to mechanically poke out the spear.
Some people had the enemy's blood splattered all over their heads and faces, shouting in fright, and thrusting their spears forward randomly.
Fortunately, the enemy is in a state of collapse.
Otherwise, this group of people might be making a fool of themselves, and it is not impossible for them to be killed.
"Stick the gun, stab!" This was not Wang Que'er's first time on the battlefield, and he was very strong. At this moment, the commands kept coming, and the gun shot out like a dragon, but it was not affected much.
"Kill!" The Luoyang coolies poked out their spears and immediately put away their spears. Before receiving the next order, they took small steps forward with their spears in hand.
"Put out the gun and stab!" the command sounded again.
"Kill!" The roar was like thunder, and many of the Ye soldiers crowded at the door fell to the ground.
"Shasha..." The military boots stepped over the corpse, stepped on the pool of blood, and continued to move forward.
"Put out the gun and stab!"
This goes on and on.
The recruits gradually got over the initial nervousness. After the adrenaline surged, the stiffness of the body was greatly relieved, and the killing efficiency increased rapidly.
The Ye soldiers who fell behind were quickly slaughtered.
Others threw away their clothes, armor and equipment and ran desperately just to run faster.
With more than 3,000 people, it only took less than half an hour from the time they were attacked to the end of their complete collapse.
The Royal Army conducted a symbolic pursuit, and after harvesting hundreds of heads of unlucky men, they returned to their camp and cleaned up the battlefield.
They have no cavalry and cannot catch up.
The person running away can throw away everything that gets in his way, but you can't.
Those who are running away can run as fast as they want regardless of their formation, but you can't. You have to stop and form a team if you are chasing after them.
To pursue the remnants of the enemy and expand the victory, we still have to rely on cavalry.
****
"Sima!" After the battle, Chen Yougen, covered in blood, came back from the city gate cave to resume his life: "Five brothers died in the battle and about ten were injured. All the thieves were killed, and I cut off all their heads."
"How serious is the injury?" Shao Xun was sitting in a car, and Wu Qian was bandaging his injuries.
"I'm afraid one or two will die. The others will be raised for a while and they can come back." Chen Yougen replied.
"It's okay." Shao Xun breathed a sigh of relief.
Veterans returning from injury are a very valuable asset.
The teaching team are all warriors with outstanding skills. They usually play the role of Shao Xun's personal soldiers. The death of one of them is very painful.
"Master Shao, two people from our team were killed and seven injured." Wang Que'er also came over and reported.
"Who died?" Shao Xun asked.
"Recruit."
"It's okay." Shao Xun said in an inaudible voice.
It is inevitable that people will die in a great victory. As long as those who die are not student soldiers, there will be as many Luoyang coolies as you want.
"How is your team playing? Tell me the truth, don't hide it, and don't make big talk." Shao Xun said again.
Wang Queer thought for a moment and said: "I was very nervous at first. Some people even forgot to draw the spear to kill. Some people were shaking all over and couldn't use any strength, and the spear stabbed weakly. Some people were so scared that they refused to listen to orders. , stabbing the gun randomly. But after a few rounds of stabbing, the situation improved, and it became much smoother at the end."
"You are lucky." Shao Xun said something very strange.
Chen Yougen grinned and said, "What a good life. It's the first time I go to the battlefield, and I fight like this with a favorable wind."
Wang Queer did not refute.
If today was a field battle in which both sides were well prepared, it was hard to say for other teams, and the fifty men under him would probably suffer heavy casualties.
No other reason. The recruits were so nervous that some of them had a buzzing head and could not hear the commands or the flags.
Some people don't know how to allocate their physical strength reasonably, and they lose energy even after hitting.
Some people even stabbed randomly with their eyes closed, which made people speechless.
This kind of performance can only be a long sigh.
Fortunately, these soldiers are relatively honest and obedient. He can endure hardships during training, and he doesn't complain even if he is beaten with a stick. Just go back and summarize it carefully and do targeted training.
After going to the battlefield and seeing blood, the recruits will also have some inexplicable changes in their psychology.
The next time you fight someone, the situation will be much better.
In short, all new recruits have to go through this. The faster you adapt, the easier it is to survive.
When these new recruits can face the bloody battlefield with a relatively calm attitude and perform as well as they can in normal training, they will become veterans.
If they go through more battles, are more experienced, win more battles, and develop the arrogance to win, then they can be called a strong team.
By this time, this army has become a strong force and will not be easily defeated.
It is not easy to build a strong team from scratch. But once you succeed, you will also feel a great sense of accomplishment.
And the loyalty will be very high, because you are the founder of this army. You have been involved in the whole process when the soldiers were still rookies, and you have led them to the top step by step. You have too many common memories with them and have established a unique team of your own. of prestige.
You are their god, a father-like figure. As long as you live, no one will dare to oppose you.
If you die, your descendants may still be able to benefit from it. As for whether you can suppress those arrogant and powerful generals, it depends on the ability of the descendants. Anyway, it is difficult to control them like you do. This is the "highest authority" that belongs to the founder alone.
"Take me to meet them." Shao Xun slapped Wu Qian's hand away, wrapped the wound casually, and, accompanied by Wang Que'er, came to the soldiers of the seventh team.
They were carrying the body, and when they heard the command, they immediately stood still.
This is a conditioned reflex, the result of countless beatings with sticks and whips in the training ground.
Shao Xun looked at a soldier with blood on his body and asked, "Have you killed anyone?"
This man looked a little dull and stupid, and he didn't react for a while.
"I'm asking you a question!" Chen Yougen hit him with a scabbard.
The man reacted immediately and loudly said: "Killed one person."
"How do you feel?" Shao Xun asked.
"It seems...not difficult." The man replied with difficulty.
Everyone laughed, what are these words!
Shao Xun patted his shoulder and said, "Are you nervous when killing people?"
This person actually recalled it carefully, and after a while he said: "I forgot."
Everyone laughed again.
Shao Xun pulled another person beside him and asked, "Are you afraid of fighting for the first time?"
The man hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "At first I wanted to pee, and I wanted to stab him with a gun, but I couldn't breathe, my hands and feet didn't obey my command, and I couldn't stab him out no matter what."
"and after?"
"Then a thief's foot slipped and hit the head of my gun, and he died. Suddenly I was able to breathe, and then I killed another person."
No one laughed at him this time.
He can kill two people, can you?
Everyone has been through the ranks as a recruit, and his performance is actually very good. After all, few people are as transformed as Shao Sima - as naturally brave.
Shao Xun then focused on questioning more than a dozen student soldiers and officers of the seventh team. After understanding their status, he felt relieved.
The sixteen officers and above in the seventh team are all student soldiers, while the soldiers are all relatively ignorant and unsophisticated market coolies. This is the unit that I have the deepest control over.
After this battle is over, maybe we can try to form a second or even third team.
