Gao Qiqian was thankful at this time that he didn't come here to pretend to be big, and Yang Fan was still the decisive Yang Fan. He had long known that the mortality rate of any rookie who followed him into the battlefield would be very high.
This guy has a heart of stone, and what he values most is efficiency. He likes to use the simplest, quickest way to deal with problems. These civilians from Shanxi and Southern Zhili with ulterior motives were directly dismissed as leaders. Then the mix was broken up.
In the same group, there were both people from Shanxi and people from Southern Zhili. They had always hated each other and had fought fiercely in Zhangjiakou, but now they absolutely couldn't stick together. And the leaders were all taken away or killed. It was useless for the civil servants to protest. Yang Fan had plenty of reasons.
In just one month, these people have been trained to look like soldiers. At least there's nothing wrong with the pace and array.
These people carried wooden boards two feet wide and three feet high, as well as shields tied with bushes that were as tall as one person. March forward in formation.
The veterans sent by the regiment training serve as their general flag and above-level officers. They choose the team leader and team leader themselves. The officers shouted loudly, "Everyone in the front row, please listen to me. Even if you are hit by an arrow, you are not allowed to mess up. Just grit your teeth and move forward. If you fall, the people behind will lose their cover and be hit by the arrow." Right. Just behead him."
Now, no one believes the officer when he says beheading. Those who didn’t believe it were cut off. When it comes to beheading, behead him as soon as he pulls out. Without any hesitation.
The first row is holding bush bundles, and the second row is holding wooden boards. The third row consists of pikemen. The fourth to tenth rows are all archers. Many of these people are good at archery. These guys are not ordinary people.
Yang Fan gave them all the massive Mongolian bows and arrows made from bones and stones that had been captured in previous battles.
These rags are useless and have no value even for recycling.
"One two one, one two one" the officers shouted, controlling the pace of the queue. Prevent the array from being messed up. Seeing these people getting closer, the Mongols became anxious.
When the team entered one hundred and fifty meters, the Mongols began to shoot.
Rest, rest, rest! Countless feather arrows flew up from the broken city wall. Drawing a parabola towards the regiment training soldiers.
"Fire arrows!" The officer here also shouted loudly.
Both sides entered projectile range. The ejection started almost simultaneously.
After all, there are many protective objects on the city wall, which is relatively better. Many people were shot during the marching team training.
"Ah!" Screams sounded one after another, and many people were shot and fell to the ground.
They wore leather helmets and armor ripped from dead Mongolian corpses. In regiment training, only the team leader has broken armor. The protective effect of these leather armors is very poor. At least half of them are likely to be penetrated by projectiles. If it is a direct shot, the probability of penetration is 70%.
This is because the Mongols' arrows are so bad. If they had strong bows and heavy arrows like Jiannu, they would almost kill one with one arrow.
"Second row, put the plank over your head. Hurry up." The officers shouted at the top of their lungs.
In just one moment, more than two hundred people were shot down. Measures must be taken immediately. It's not okay to be beaten passively like this.
The second row immediately lowered the planks, and there were people at the front and back holding them up. This protects the archers under the plank. A two-foot-wide plank is enough to block the people below.
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They ducked out from under the planks, threw their bows and arrows, and then quickly hid.
Casualties also began to appear on the Mongolian side. As the distance got closer and closer, the shooting range of the poor archers such as the group trainers began to be able to reach the city wall. There were far more people below than on the walls. A dense rain of arrows fell, and the Mongolians who were not well hidden on the city wall were hit by arrows one after another.
Someone was shot through the thigh and rolled down the city wall holding his leg and fell into the moat. Some had arrows in their shoulders or arms. These were all shot while ducking out to shoot arrows.
The projectiles from both sides did not stop for a moment, and they were still shooting at each other despite the casualties.
The five regiments that finally moved forward were within seventy meters.
Seventy meters is a special position. After this position, it is the shooting range of the crossbow. Accuracy will be greatly improved. Projectiles are just about looking at the sky, and every hit counts.
At this time, the Mongols acted quickly. They started shooting arrows rapidly. The previous projectiles were relatively slow-paced shots. Now the Mongols started firing rapidly.
The red willow bundle is very tough and effectively resists arrows shot straight from the front. One person is tall enough to protect the person behind him. However, people continued to be shot down by arrows shot from different angles.
Centurion Burigude saw that the Ming army had advanced thirty meters away. Immediately shouted: "Sling! Sling!"
Behind the city wall, many herdsmen gathered. They tied ropes to stones, started rotating them, and then threw the stones out.
They were just throwing pebbles on the beach of the Yellow River. There are so many things here that no special preparation is needed. When these herders herd sheep, they often needed to use slings to drive back the sheep that had strayed away. They are very skilled in using slings. Even children as young as ten can use it.
Dense cobblestones crackled across the city wall and fell on the advancing infantry array. Another group of people was hit. For those who were hit on the head, the leather helmet played a limited protective role, but most of them were hit with bruises on their heads, bleeding, and even brain splitting.
These stones are large and small, and some have edges and corners. They were picked up from the Gobi Desert.
Braving bows, arrows and flying stones along the way, they finally reached the city. The people in the first row moved away holding the red willow bundle, and the people in the second row erected the planks with the help of the people behind. Then push forward.
There was a roaring sound and dust flew up.
These planks were laid directly on the moat, turning the moat into a thoroughfare. Then those holding the red willow bundles ran across the bridge and threw the red willow bundles under the city wall.
The Mongols on the city wall were anxious. With such a pile-up, a slope would soon be formed.
At that time, those Ming troops will rush up the city wall from the red willow bundles. They all fired arrows quickly like crazy. It almost reached the limit of fifteen or six rounds per minute.
The archers below also immediately shot arrows at them. Cover the person in front.
For a time, this ultra-close shooting caused a large number of people on both sides to be hit by arrows. After all, the people in the group training were not regular soldiers. They were hit by arrows one after another, and many of them had their legs shaking with fear. But no one dared to run back.
There are secretly numb Franco machine guns and five general cannons in the back, and there are even twenty red cannons facing the front. If you dare to run back, you will definitely be beaten into a sieve. There are also cavalry on both wings, and they can't escape from the sides. They could only bite the bullet and rush upward.
Han Zanzhou asked with some confusion: "Governor, what does Uncle Dingyuan mean? There are so many artillery, especially twenty heavy artillery, and the city wall collapsed in just a few rounds, so why waste soldiers. "
Gao Qiqian glanced at him and said, "What do you know? These people are regiment drills organized by civilian husbands. They have never fought in a war. Uncle Dingyuan is training troops."
