"Long live your Majesty, please quickly go north...enter the Capital Iron Works...the entire Qinghe Industrial Zone, and more than 18,000 workers will protect Your Majesty!"
"We are blocking these rebels... Your Majesty can wait for reinforcements to come to save you... Our three thousand vanguards will help your Majesty stop them!"
"Workers... stop these rebels... escort Long Live Lord into the industrial zone..."
"Kill...kill..." The three thousand strong Workers' Self-Defense Forces, like a city wall, slammed into the rebels and thugs who were chasing after them.
Now this battle has completely turned into a chaotic battle, and it is a bloody battle dominated by cold weapons!
Neither side had any plan in this pursuit. During the pursuit, both the enemy and ourselves also consumed a lot of ammunition. Nowadays, there are many situations where there are guns but no bullets.
As for grenades, explosives, shotguns, cannons... there are none of these medium and heavy weapons!
Both sides don’t even have the most common long-range weapons such as crossbows in the cold weapon era, nor do they have various infantry formations!
When the two sides rush together, it is completely a large-scale street fight. Of course, the fight in the wilderness here is more like a weapon fight in a village clan.
They were all fighting randomly based on instinct. The pursuers and the soldiers and civilians protecting Zaichun, more than ten thousand people gathered on the south bank of Qinghe River. The two sides were strangled together. From a distance, it looked like a group of ants fighting in a melee.
The composition of the pursuing rebels was also very bad. Even the rebels brought by Guiziliu from the south were mostly victims of the disaster, and more were bannermen and civilians inside and outside the capital city.
These people don't know anything about military tactics. Fighting is just like a street gangster, who is brave enough to fight, stumble, and use dirty tricks.
Waka grabbed the bricks all over the floor and threw them away. A handful of sand in his hand could squint the opponent's eyes. More people were holding rusty waist knives and red-tasseled guns passed down from their families.
Some even put on the tattered leather armor left by their ancestors. If you look closely, there are actually a few wearing costumes that are simply from the stage.
It's so bright and eye-catching in the melee!
Zaitu Ronglu and others did bring more than a thousand cavalry, all of which were veterans who had experienced battles for a long time, but the number was too small. Facing tens of thousands of people fighting with weapons, they could not increase their speed and could not Charge.
Zai Tu angrily yelled, "Make way...make way...that fool in costume...get out of the way..."
"Na Duobao... you son of a bitch... drive me out of the way of the cavalry charge... or I'll take your head!"
What could Duobao do? He was also caught in the melee. His horse was pushed and pushed by the crowd, and he gasped in anger.
"Make way...you can't fight like this...use the long ones to keep distance in front..."
"Fuck you..." Before Na Duobao could contain the chaos, he heard a scolding in front of him, and saw a black shadow flying over with a whoosh.
A short-handled hammer flew over while spinning. Across from him was a greasy worker who was about 1.8 meters tall. His whole body was covered with muscle from work, as hard as steel.
The short-handled hammer that he used to tinker with on weekdays became a sharp weapon for killing people. The hammer was covered with red and white things as he rushed towards him, and his bare head was smashed into four or five pieces.
Seeing that Duobao looked like an official, he wanted to rush over and kill him, but there were too many thugs on the opposite side and blocked him. The guy used all his strength and rounded his arms, "Ah...fuck you..."
A hammer flew directly over. That Duobao was not a waste. He had gained a lot of agility by fighting with the rebels.
When he saw something bad, he screamed "Ah..." He shrank his head and rolled off the horse. He heard a pop, and the hammer hit the horse's head directly.
With such great force, the hammer directly smashed the horse's head into a big hole. The war horse screamed and fell to the ground, just in time to suppress Duobao's thigh.
"Ah..." Na Duobao screamed and heard a click in his ear, followed by severe pain in his thigh, which was considered to be broken.
"Help... pull me... push the horse corpse away..."
At this time, the rebels were already red-eyed, and people didn't even care about what was on the ground. They were all focused on fighting the opposite side.
Numerous kicks were kicked at Na Duobao, and Na Duobao tripped and fell on him. The broken leg could not move in the first place, and the dying horse was still kicking its legs in a dying struggle!
Na Duobao felt that the broken surface of the thigh bone was constantly grinding, and the flesh, flesh, tendons, and bone stubble were all entangled together.
It hurts! It really hurts! Na Duobao's face turned pale in pain, and he couldn't even scream.
I don’t know how long it took, but the familiar face of the slave appeared among the countless legs: "Young Master... Oh, my master... I have found my master..."
The slaves rushed over and tried their best to separate the crowd. They lifted up the horse corpse and mixed it with Na Duobao before retreating. It was only then that Na Duobao stood up again and saw the battle scene in front of him again.
He was dumbfounded. He didn't expect these workers, who smelled of oil and dirt all over their bodies, to be so powerful in fighting!
Sure enough, the fight is fought in the organization. Obviously the workers' organizational skills are much better than those of the ordinary people, especially the alley gangsters in the capital. They are all very talkative, but if you ask them to obey military orders, they will all be dumbfounded.
I saw Xin Jian waving a red flag from far behind. Following the direction of the red flag, groups of workers organized to raise it up!
"Lean shoulder to shoulder... don't be obsessed with fighting... protect each other and fight..."
"Armours control the formation...save bullets...kill the enemy's officers..."
"Sledgehammer team... a group of 80 people... Small Hammer team... a group of 40 people..."
"Eighty...eighty...forty...forty..."
Swinging a sledgehammer is a basic skill for steel workers, and on the battlefield, the hammer is always a heavy weapon for breaking armor. Swinging a round sledgehammer has the courage to do anything!
As long as there are comrades on the left and right to protect and cooperate, a long-handled sledgehammer can be an assault opening to break the formation!
"Death..." With a whimper, the hammer was raised high above his head and struck down with a sound of breaking through the air, as indestructible as Mount Tai pressing down on the top.
The thugs on the opposite side were dumbfounded. They stepped back unconsciously, but there were people behind them. Where could you retreat?
Puff...click...click...
The head was smashed like a watermelon, all the muscles and bones were broken when the hammer swept down, and one unlucky guy's whole head was smashed into the cavity.
"Oh my god...what the hell is this...what the hell is this..."
Taking advantage of the opportunity for the hammer soldier to retract his hammer and recharge it, soldiers on the left and right holding sharp-edged engineer shovels suddenly rush out. Taking advantage of your moment of confusion, the engineer shovels are flying back and forth among the thugs!
This is much easier to use than a waist knife. When it is swung round, it makes a sound of breaking through the air. When it is cut on the body, the bones and tendons are broken!
Three thousand steel factory workers formed a steel city wall here, blocking the seven or eight thousand rebels, forcing these thugs to move around on both sides.
