The imperial army of the Great Zhou Dynasty generally adopts a mixture of multiple arms, each with its own focus due to the chief officer's expertise. For example, Zhang Peng is an officer who is good at fighting tough battles and has considerable experience in the formation and use of sword and shield hands.
The sword and shield bearers under him include four teams: A, B, C and D. The soldiers of Team A are in the first line, and they only need to focus on moving forward during the war. Therefore, Team A is mostly veterans who have been on the battlefield. Team B is in the second line. They are mainly young soldiers with outstanding martial arts skills who are specially selected to break through in emergencies. Open enemy lines, or save the situation.
But at this time, because the formation was advancing very fast, the sword and shield players in the second row were not as good as their partners in front. However, they had to undertake a lot of cover and assistance work during the march and were extremely busy, so there were several A soldier took advantage of the negligence of his comrades and squeezed into the front row.
But the timing they chose was very good, and no one could say it was wrong. The old soldier could only rely on his thick skin and seniority to curse like a child. While cursing, he had to wipe the butts of these young people who were overly eager to fight.
The people in the forest are definitely qualified warriors and possess natural toughness. It was clear that the pressure exerted by the Zhou army was enough to make the ordinary army collapse and flee, but they did not flee.
In the eyes of the Zhou army officers and soldiers, this group of people had no known origins, and they were chattering in a language that was not Mongolian. They were really not afraid of death. After groups were scattered and retreated, their companions at the rear still came back to fight.
They crawled close to the ground, and then slashed the insteps and calves of the Zhou soldiers with their knives; they leapt forward, climbed on the shields and pulled with their weight, creating space for others to fight. Once the Zhou army's sword and shield bearers were pulled away from the cover of the brigade, many people in the forest swooped in from all sides like crazy beasts, stabbing with knives, punching, and even biting with their mouths.
Zhou Jun still moved forward, but every step was more difficult than before.
Taking advantage of the old pawn's footfall, he grabbed the sword and shield man in the front row, but his shield was suddenly pulled. His whole body was dragged into the enemy's formation, just like a small stone thrown into the rough sea. Once the small waves rolled over, he was no longer visible.
The old pawn was furious, shouted and cursed, and stood at the front again.
He slammed into it with his iron shield and shouted: "Keep an eye on the people in the back row, cut off your fingers at any time! If you are slow, something will happen!"
Naturally, the one who was struck was not his comrade, but the fingers of the man in the forest who repeatedly grasped the edge of the shield. After his reminder, the soldiers on the left and right were all awe-inspiring. Sure enough, the next moment someone tried to hold on to the shield, and was immediately slashed with a straight knife, and pieces of his fingers flew into the sky with blood dripping from them.
The forest man who rushed forward retracted his arms with only his palms remaining, and roared loudly. Immediately afterwards, a spear pierced out from the side of the shield, hit him under the ribs, and penetrated through the back. The spear was immediately grasped by seven or eight hands and pulled violently outward.
The soldier holding the spear immediately let go, pulled out the straight knife, and gave a ferocious laugh. The old soldier holding his shield high understood the situation and rushed out of the array with his shield.
Because the people in the forest were retreating, a small gap appeared in front of the shield. The spearman followed behind the sword and shield man with a knife in his hand. He stepped into the gap in two steps and slashed left and right with the knife.
In these two directions, the people in the forest who were struggling with the shield wall had no time to dodge! Every time the blade struck, there would be a huge splash of blood, and screams would come one after another.
The sword and shield players who were contending with it immediately moved forward and pushed the battle line into a bulge.
Zhang Peng stood on the side of this bulge. He waved his arms repeatedly and shouted sternly: "Twenty people from Team C! Rush over! Twenty people from Team D to take over!"
The phalanx of the forest men was squeezed to this extent, which exposed the archers who should have been under cover. The fresh force of the Zhou army suddenly rushed out from this bulge to fight. Although the archers tried their best to resist, their hand-to-hand fighting ability could not compare with the armored Zhou army infantry.
The originally small protrusion expanded rapidly, corresponding to another front line of the people in the forest that was on the verge of collapse.
These archers are really brave. At this critical moment of life and death, many people still tried their best to resist. The bows and arrows in their hands were all of various sizes. One of the archers was holding a small horn bow that the Mongols used for young people to practice martial arts.
But he never retreated until the last moment when the Zhou army soldiers approached, and finally seized the opportunity.
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With enough strength, he drew the bow to its limit and shot the last arrow.
When the arrow came out, he was assassinated by Zhou's soldiers. When the arrow landed, Zhang Peng cursed angrily and fell to the sky.
The soldiers who gathered around Zhang Peng hurriedly looked, only to see Zhang Peng's iron bag had been dented by a slender fishbone arrow. The impact caused him to fall backwards and almost fall to the ground.
"I'm still alive! Nothing happened!"
Before anyone could stand up, Zhang Peng was already shouting: "Team A and Team B continue to move forward! Send someone to tell Lin Sanlang and Cao Ding to follow closely!"
As he shouted, he began to feel pain in his forehead. It turned out that although the arrow cluster was bounced off the helmet, the arrow was fired too close and had sufficient power. A piece of iron on the side of the helmet was torn open by a cluster of arrows, and the indented edge just cut the skin of the forehead. The wound was not deep, but a bit long, and blood began to flow continuously from the brow.
At this time, a fierce battle was still going on in the front. The twenty members of Team C who rushed out of the bulge were either exhausted or killed or injured, but they did not disperse the enemy as expected.
Zhang Peng shouted loudly: "Captain D, come immediately! What are you waiting for? Did you eat in vain this morning?"
These savages on the opposite side are indeed brave. They chase each other as if they are seeking death. They are a bit like the savage Jurchens in the northeastern hinterland.
This kind of ferocity brought about by ignorance and barbarism was once what the farming people feared the most.
However, young soldiers like Zhang Peng who grew up in the war have given up their fear of barbarism. The soldiers were convinced that these savages were worthless in death, just as they were worthless in life. However, the charge of our own soldiers can bring a bright future to themselves and their companions.
The soldiers were even more convinced that the barbarians relied only on barbarism itself, while the Zhou army had what a political power, a country, and even a nation could provide. The confidence and confidence of both sides are completely different. You will know it after fighting!
The soldiers of Team D ran past Zhang Peng, and the killing sound in front became fierce again. ap.
Zhang Peng held up his helmet and wiped the blood from his eyebrows.
The officers shouted one after another, and the soldiers kept roaring, reminding each other to keep moving forward. Their experience, their courage, and their cunning were all put to full use on the battlefield. Behind them, the flags representing generals and colleges at all levels advanced in sync, and the crisp drum beats continued in a steady rhythm.
The first formation of troops invested by the Zhou army was 3,000 men, roughly arranged in five lines. It was a horizontal formation with a very wide front but a little insufficient depth. Correspondingly, the number of people in the forest was much larger. They formed a square array with a narrow front and stacked rows in the front and back.
According to common sense, after the two formations meet head-on, the horizontal formation should use the width to spread out the two wings, while the square formation should use the thickness to penetrate directly into the center. This is not a profound truth. You don't need to read the Art of War, but you can figure it out as long as you have some battlefield experience.
But as the Zhou army advanced, the Linzhongren's military formations continued to collapse line by line from front to back, and each line failed to block the Zhou army's swift and determined attack.
Before the horizontal formation began to outflank it, the thickness of the square formation had already collapsed like a pile of sand swept by waves!
This situation fell into the eyes of countless people around the battlefield, causing waves of exclamation.
When the Mongolian army fought with the enemy, it was common for them to dismount and fight on foot. Nayan, who has experience, will not lack experience in this area. In their eyes, there was nothing to criticize about the performance of those people in the forest. It could even be said that their life-threatening energy made even the Mongolians admire them.
But they just couldn't stop Zhou's imperial army.
Many Mongolians originally thought that the people of the Central Plains, whether they were Han, Jurchen or Khitan, were mostly timid and timid. They had no sophisticated weapons, but they were like women on the battlefield. It's just that their numbers are greater than the numbers of cattle on the grassland. The commander-in-chief of the Nading Navy, Guo Ning, picked one out of a hundred men and assembled a few teams of warriors who could fight, and he gained some upper hand in the past two years.
The commander-in-chief of the Ding Navy is now the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty. I heard that after he came to the throne, he was very kind to his soldiers and rewarded them with many properties and lands. In other words, almost all the soldiers in the Zhou Dynasty had money and family background. In this case, as long as they enjoy wealth and wealth, are they still willing to fight?
If the grassland warriors really show up with life-threatening energy and fight desperately, those upstarts in the Central Plains will definitely not be able to bear the losses and withstand the pressure!
The Mongolians who hold this idea now have earth-colored faces.
These guys are already living a good life, why are they still so brave?
If you want the Zhou army to be unable to bear the losses, you must first cause them losses. If you want the Zhou army to be unable to withstand the pressure, you must first put pressure on them. But until now, where have their losses been? The pressure we exert is obviously not enough?
You, Belgutai, have been tinkering for two years, and the army you have created is still useless, isn't it?
What a joke!
It would be better for you to use our Mongolian skills to fight earlier than to suffer such an inexplicable defeat and lose face like this!
