Li Zhuer clenched his spear and tried his best to assassinate the Mongolian knight. When he was training, he was stabbed a thousand times every day, and his arms were stabbed as if they were not his own. When I returned to the barracks, I couldn't lift my arms at all. Fortunately, each person was given a bottle of medicated wine to wipe themselves.
Get up the next day and still have to assassinate a thousand more times.
At this time, he no longer hated to beat his instructor with a stick. Unexpectedly, the situation on the battlefield was so intense. Without the foundation laid by training, he would never have been able to hold on.
There are only three words to describe their assassination: "fast, accurate and stable".
Every time the gun was thrust out, it was withdrawn in the blink of an eye, so fast that it was almost invisible. However, a bloody hole immediately appeared on the Mongolian knight's body.
At this moment, in a daze, he tried his best to assassinate, and then assassinate again.
He almost lost track of time and couldn't hear the noise of the battlefield.
He seemed to see it again. The instructor was holding a stick and yelling at them: "You rookies, faster, faster. As long as your shots are accurate and fast enough, no one can guard against them."
It seemed as if the Mongolian cavalry were not roaring ferociously in front of him, and the sky was filled with light and shadows slashed by Mongolian scimitars. In front of his eyes, he seemed to be back to the ten-inch-thick gun targets sawn from logs during training.
He stabbed one after another desperately. The target was filled with sawdust.
Behind a row of pikemen was an instructor yelling angrily.
"You losers, pigs, haven't you had enough to eat? Why are you so slow?"
"Where the hell are you stabbing? Are your eyes in your ass?"
"Don't shake your hands. As for you, don't shake. Then shake the military stick."
When he saw the Mongols charging towards him today, he was very frightened.
At this time, the General Banner of Tiezhongtang comforted them and said: "Don't be afraid, everyone, just train at that time. Do you still remember the training? Just follow the training. These people are not Mongolians, they are all targets. Remember , they are the targets.”
General Flag's words played a big role.
If these were enemies, they were nervous, scared, and their minds were blank. I forgot about my usual training. do not know what to do with it. I don’t even know which leg to take when walking.
But then I thought about it, these were the targets during training. You will know everything immediately. No longer nervous or scared.
These soldiers from the Beijing camp were so frightened that they turned pale from the beginning. Some even wet their pants. Later, after the battle, he gradually calmed down. After resisting the collision of the Mongolian cavalry and killing a large number of enemies. They got excited.
"You all have to watch out. These Mongolians are also human beings. They can bleed and lie down. They all have handles. Who is afraid of whom?" Tie Zhongtang shouted at the top of his lungs. To cheer up his men.
Each of these general flags is an island in the waves.
The Mongolian cavalry was like a huge wave, hitting the rocks hard and being smashed to pieces. Then retreat and charge forward again.
Yang Fan is riding on his beloved bay horse, a three-year-old Arabian stallion. The limbs are slender and the shoulder height is 1.5 meters. The war horse snorted and paved the ground with its hooves. It was as if seeing the excitement of the battlefield in front of him, he couldn't bear it any longer.
Yang Fan stroked its neck with his hand. The satin-smooth fur felt good to the touch. Under Yang Fan's comfort, it gradually calmed down.
Yang Fan took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It had been an hour. It's my first time to fight, and it's good to be able to fight like this. After an hour of fierce fighting, the physical exertion was very great.
Yang Fan knew very well how much physical strength his soldiers had. At what intensity and how long does it take for the light to be consumed. I have already figured this out very clearly in my daily training.
This is the age of cold weapons, for generals. If you don’t know the strength of the soldiers, their combat power, and the horse power. Don't even think about winning the battle.
"Let the five general cannons and Fran machine guns on the arrow tower fire and bombard the Mongols behind the first array. Use shotguns." Yang Fan ordered.
Following the messenger's semaphore, the artillery on the arrow tower of the bridgehead behind began to operate.
"Use shotgun shells, but be sure not to load them incorrectly. If that bastard had used solid spherical bullets, I would have killed him alive." Old Fart Hu roared loudly.
"I know, Hu Tou, you can't make a mistake. If you use a solid bullet, wouldn't it be a ricochet that hits your own people? We can't make a mistake even if we close our eyes." Zhang Gouzi said loudly.
Artillerymen are indeed trained to touch the shells with their hands in an absolutely dark room to prevent loading the wrong shells in the dark night. In many cases, artillery shells must not be used indiscriminately.
For example, now, Yang Fan ordered to bombard the Mongols with shotguns. The dense small steel balls hit them, and because of the range, they could penetrate the Mongolians and not hurt their own people on the shield island.
It would be terrible if spherical solid bullets were used. One shot and one bloody alley will definitely kill one's own people indiscriminately.
"Prepare, release"
The order came as the artillery opened fire. The five general cannons and Franco machine guns on the arrow tower opened fire one after another. The Rumi guns on some arrow towers also opened fire.
Rumi's gun was taken away by Yuan Chonghuan. After Yang Fan accepted the Beijing camp, the Ministry of Industry urgently made two thousand of these. Because the quantity was small, Yang Fan placed it on the arrow tower.
The effect of shotgun is immediate. The efficiency of killing these cavalry immediately increased by an order of magnitude. After a cannon blast, a gap appeared in a fan-shaped area visible to the naked eye.
The cavalry surrounding the isolated islands were like a big bite of a pie suddenly taken.
Boom boom boom! The small steel balls of the shotgun caused huge damage to the dense cavalry.
The centurion of Bazar, with his own hundred households, and more than eighty cavalry were behind to attack Tiezhongtang's small banner. He shouted until his voice became hoarse today. The attack went extremely poorly.
It looked like fifty infantrymen surrounded by shields, but they couldn't chew it down.
On five sides, there were five Centuries besieging them, with more than 400 people in total. The advantage of eight to one is still cavalry beating infantry. Who would believe it if told.
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But this is the fact, the war has been going on for half an hour. Apart from the shield formation, hundreds of people died, and there was no progress. These large barbed steel shields are so strong. Even those barbed wire fences are extremely difficult to deal with. These iron ropes looked like they were swaying in the wind. But it's very tricky.
It was impossible to climb up because it was swaying, requiring no strength and no effort. If you are not careful, you will hang people on it. Then he was hacked to death with a long knife and stabbed to death with a spear.
The Mongols rushed against the shields like crazy, but they couldn't hit them at all. These good-looking steel shields seemed to have grown in the soil, as if they had taken root.
When he couldn't stand it anymore, he heard a loud roar behind him. These loud noises were connected together. His face turned pale instantly. As a centurion, he knew what this was all too well. This is the sound of artillery.
Immediately afterwards, dense small steel balls flew over the sky.
He felt a dense burning sensation on his back, and then he saw countless small steel balls flying out of his chest. He froze in shock, then fell off the horse with a thud.
