Arinzhe looked at the completely chaotic military formation in front of him, running around in all directions, with muskets firing in rows, with a sullen face, wondering why this small earth-shattered fence was so difficult to defeat.
"Tulichen, you lead two Niulu cavalry and charge forward."
"Zha" Tu Lichen took the order and left.
A phalanx of archers immediately retreated to the back to look for horses, preparing to attack the regiment.
At this time, Shangziying was throwing jars of kerosene carried on his back at the siege weapons and then lighting them on fire. The battlefield was blazing with flames, and plumes of black smoke shot straight into the sky.
A regiment of more than a thousand people pursued the fleeing bandits and the slave-building war supervisory cavalry mixed in with the bandits. The continuous fire blunderbuss played an overwhelming role in close combat. The backs of the fleeing enemy troops in large numbers were exposed to the muzzles of the guns, and they fell to the ground one by one.
Yang Fan saw a large group of cavalry rushing towards him.
"Everyone pay attention, gather up the formation and form a circle formation." As the people around Yang Fan waved the colorful flags, thirty teams from the two battalions quickly gathered towards Yang Fan and formed a circle formation.
The first row of the square is sword and shield soldiers, the second row is musketeers, and the third row is spear soldiers.
Seeing that the regiment training was no longer pursuing, the defeated soldiers quickly ran to both sides as a large number of cavalry rushed forward.
Six hundred cavalry appeared in front of the phalanx.
There are six squads on each front, and there are six squads of reserves in the middle.
"Hurry up and reload," Yang Fan ordered loudly.
When the cavalry rushed to thirty meters, both barrels were loaded.
There are three rows on the front, each with sixty men and sixty muskets.
"Fire" Mo Zhui ordered.
A line of fire flashed ahead and a puff of smoke erupted.
A dozen cavalrymen on the opposite side were shot and fell from their horses. Thirty meters away, the musket is powerful enough to penetrate triple armor or cause blunt trauma.
This was followed by volleys of fire every less than a second. Again a dozen cavalrymen fell off their horses. When the cavalry rushed to a range of ten meters, all nine bullets were fired, and more than a hundred cavalry were shot off their horses. The second row quickly retreated to change barrels. The third row quickly stepped forward and stretched out the five-meter spear from between the shields.
Aiming at the cavalry, spears were like a forest for a while.
The head of the spear is pointed upward at a thirty-degree angle, and the spear at the tail is inserted into the soil and stepped on with its feet.
Jiannu's cavalry was knocked down, and more than a hundred of them still rushed forward bravely, charging directly at the spears. Brave and not afraid of death.
"The upper camp changed into a horizontal formation. The fifteen teams of the lower camp retreated fifty meters and formed a new horizontal formation." Yang Fan ordered.
Jiannu did not adopt the strategy of encircling and attacking, but instead adopted the front arrow formation unmoved and broke through directly in the center.
The cavalry rushed into the line, spears piercing the horses' bodies, and the spear shafts broke. The huge kinetic energy directly hit the sword and shield soldiers in the first row and sent many people flying out.
At the cost of losing dozens of people again, the remaining more than 400 cavalrymen rushed into the formation. The officers in the regiment training shouted at the top of their lungs, ordering the soldiers to get up and fight hand to hand.
A large number of regiment training soldiers were knocked to the point of vomiting blood. They staggered up and rushed forward with swords and guns.
At this time, the cavalry also lost speed.
More than 300 people and more than 400 cavalrymen from the Shangzi camp fought in a melee. The cavalrymen threw their lances at the regiment, then drew their sabers and slashed.
Two lances caused heavy casualties to the Shangzi Building.
This time Shangziying did not collapse again. The last defeat caused them an indelible sense of shame.
Everyone was ashamed after the incident and vowed to avenge the previous shame. This time facing the cavalry, they struggled desperately.
Use your shield to block the sabers, and use your own sword to chop their horses' legs. Jiannu's war horses fell down one after another.
"Ready, fire."
At this time, the soldiers who were retreating to change the barrel of the gun had already changed the barrel, and then another burst of fire flashed. A large number of cavalry fell off their horses.
Nine consecutive volleys were fired and more than a hundred people were knocked off their horses again.
Yang Fan saw that Shangziying had stopped these cavalry and there was no need to prepare the second line of defense. The second formation was ordered to rush forward and eat the cavalry.
Arinzhe looked at it for a while and then ordered: "There are three square formations left, archers' diffusion method, volley fire."
"Sir, there is one of our Niu Lu in front. He can't shoot." The deputy general pulled the reins of his horse anxiously. said loudly.
Arinzhe looked at the thick smoke billowing in front of him. All the abandoned siege weapons had been ignited, and Niu Lu was scattered among the crowd, unable to gather them together. A large group of regiments are coming from the second line, obviously intending to eat up this group of cavalry.
"Ming Jin withdraws the troops!" In the end, he still did not have the heart to cover them indiscriminately.
"Stop chasing, let's go back." Yang Fan said.
At this time, the regiment training had already begun to look like soldiers and was able to obey the orders of the superiors. Each squadron covered each other, quickly retreated, and slowly retreated from behind the gate-blocking knife cart into the city gate cave.
Abdul Bayan sighed as he looked at these team members who were still rookies a few days ago, and now they can flexibly disperse and coordinate with each other. They are progressing too fast.
There were 1,800 corpses left on the battlefield, most of them belonged to bandits, more than 400 were from regiment training, and the remaining 300 or so were from slaves.
The thousand regiment training today lost more than 400 people again. However, the enemy suffered greater losses.
There are less than a thousand bandits left, and more than 300 Jian slaves died today, plus the more than 200 killed before. There are already two Niulu left in Jiannu.
There have been more than 1,800 casualties during the group training. Although the upper and lower battalions managed to replenish their troops, under the scattering of trebuchets and arrows, each battalion suffered casualties. Now there are less than a thousand regiments capable of fighting in the city.
After dark, except for those on duty, everyone else was exhausted and rushed to sleep.
Yang Fan knew that today's group training had basically reached its limit. If all the cavalry rushed up at this time, they might not be able to retreat.
He still couldn't fall asleep, his eyelids kept twitching, and he felt a little uneasy. I didn't fall asleep until midnight.
Zhuzi had been working for a day and was exhausted. As soon as he lay down, he heard people in the camp shouting, and then a Tatar rushed in. He whipped him up and asked him to cook for the army.
The peasants all went to dig the soil. Only a few half-year-old children were left to cook.
Zhuzi hated it so much, it was already midnight, what to eat, it would be dawn in a few hours. These dogs are the Tatars. Not a good death.
There was a row of twenty large cauldrons of the largest size, cooking porridge. Jiannu's food supply was no longer plentiful. This was the first time that Jiannu and the bandits shared the joys and sorrows and both drank the same porridge.
Zhuzi used a big shovel to stir the pots one by one. He looked around and saw that no one was around. He secretly sprinkled the poisonous mushroom powder in his sleeves little by little into the big pots. He cursed in his heart, "Drink it. I'll drink you all to death. Wait for you." Going crazy, grandpa can take the opportunity to escape.
After eating, Da Jun did not go to bed as Zhu Zhu thought. But set off in the desolate horns.
Early in the morning, the darkest hour before dawn.
Fifteen hundred Jiannu came out in force. The remaining 1,000 bandits pushed ten carriages that had never shown up and walked towards the city wall silently.
These building carts are three stories high, with two rows of wooden wheels underneath, wooden boards on all sides, fire guns, and ladders for going up and down the stairs. On the third floor, you can directly climb the city wall by lowering the front baffle.
Ten trench-filling trucks followed the building truck.
Behind them are five catapults.
Thousands of civilians followed silently, carrying bags filled with soil.
Some ghostly Chongchong figures were crawling in front of the city wall.
The lighting fires were covered little by little with soil, and the fires were extinguished one by one.
Because it had been burning all night and it was normal for it to go out, the soldiers on the city wall didn't pay much attention.
Abdul Bayan was riding on his horse, looking at the small village in the distance, and Nan Nan said, after spending so many days, you should be almost exhausted, let everything end today.
