"Don't rush, stay behind the wall and kill the enemy!"
Liu Zhaosun was furious when he saw the soldiers with white poles rushing out of the earthen wall and using the ring at the end of the spear to climb down.
Before the war, he gave Qin Jianxun three orders and five orders, asking the white pole soldiers to use the earth wall to kill the enemy and not to break out of the earth wall easily. However, on the battlefield, these chieftain soldiers did not care about anything.
"The chieftains of Sichuan, Huguang, and Guizhou are fierce and murderous soldiers, similar to captives."
Liu Zhaosun recalled what Qiao Yiqi had said, and shook his head with a wry smile. It was of course unrealistic to expect the white-armed soldiers trained by the chieftain to follow orders and prohibitions like the Qi family army.
As long as he could kill Jiannu, everything would be fine. Liu Zhaosun could only comfort himself in this way.
He stood at the head of the north gate city for a while, watching the white-pole soldiers reaping the heads, and was eager to try. He wanted to rush to the wall several times to kill the enemy side by side with Qin Jianxun.
Thinking that he was now a general, commanding a city (although few people listened to him), if he was killed by some blind servant and wrapped in horse leather, it would become a joke in the world.
Moreover, the adoptive father once said during his lifetime: "This son will enter the Sixth Ministry in the future."
Liu Zhaosun thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out how he could enter the Sixth Department and become a powerful minister of the Ming Dynasty.
Liu Zhaosun shook his head. He let go of his worries and returned his attention to the battlefield.
When the white-poled soldiers broke through the earthen wall and appeared on the north bank of the moat, the tragic ending of the surviving coated soldiers on the bank was already doomed.
In order to save their physical strength, the white soldiers who rushed forward no longer used long spears and chain hooks to kill the enemies. Instead, they raised their short crossbows to kill the unarmored coated soldiers.
The short arrows carried by the white-poled soldiers were all coated with aconitine and snake venom. Poisons were prevalent in the southwest, so it was easy to obtain local materials. Of course, large-scale production of poisonous arrows was impossible.
When Yunnan chieftain hunters hunt bison, they shoot the bison with aconite bamboo arrows from the trees, and then wait for the bison to die.
The white pole soldiers were equipped with a limited number of poisonous arrows, which were mainly used to kill enemy leaders. However, these chieftain soldiers were already red-blooded at this time. Seeing that Bao Yi was being driven away and killed, they used short crossbows to kill the enemies in the distance. .
The white-pole soldiers did not have the close coordination of Qi's army's mandarin duck formation, nor could they have both long and short weapons. When they fought, they relied more on a long spear, slashing and stabbing, with an unstoppable momentum. Their fighting method was similar to that of Bagala, the most ferocious of the Jin army.
Under the impact of this group of heavy infantry, the poorly equipped coated soldiers suffered heavy casualties and retreated southward at a speed visible to the naked eye.
According to the military laws of the Later Jin Dynasty, the coated soldiers went into battle with their masters. Weapons such as fire guns, bows and arrows had to be obtained from Niulu Ezhen, and other weapons had to be prepared by themselves.
It was a long march from Hetuala to Kaiyuan, and the road was muddy. Many people were unwilling to bring long guns or long cards, and only brought weapons such as heavy knives and sticks.
Before coming to Kaiyuan, the masters comforted everyone that the Ming Army spearmen they encountered last time in the Battle of Hunjiang had all been killed by the masters, and everyone felt relieved. To fight, there is no need to use long soldiers such as spears and spears.
The master said that this time he came to Kaiyuan to fight with Liao Town, so everyone should be prepared to make a fortune.
But what we have to consider now is how to save our lives.
Many of these coated soldiers were on the battlefield for the first time and were not prepared for the brutal close-quarters fighting. Just now, they were shooting at the Ming army behind the earth wall from a distance, and they could barely hold on; but in the face of the brutal The soldiers with white poles and coats couldn't bear it anymore.
Most of these coated soldiers came from the northeast of Liaoning. If it were not for the rise of Hou Jin, the vast majority of them would never have any interaction with the Sichuan white soldiers in their lives.
Unlike the Zhenyi warriors, Baoyi Aha did not have a strict formation, so they could only fight independently. The heavy swords and sticks in their hands may be able to deal with ordinary Ming soldiers. When encountering such long spears that can chop and chop, There is absolutely no power to fight back.
There were also some brave men in the armor who wielded short weapons, avoided continuous slashing with long spears, and luckily rushed in front of the Ming army. In the end, they found that the sword could not cut through the double-layer armor, and were eventually hacked to death by the chieftain soldiers with waist knives.
"kill!"
The Qin soldier stabbed forward with a white-barrel gun, and the sharp chain hook stabbed the target like a swimming dragon. A few steps in front of him, a coated soldier who fled in a hurry covered his neck and fell to the ground. It penetrated the back of the neck and protruded from the throat. Blood spurted out along the arteries in the neck. The coated soldier's limbs were limp and a gurgling sound came from his throat.
Qin Bing was born in the mountains of eastern Sichuan. Before becoming a white pole soldier, he worked in the Three Gorges, doing the work of three people. He was extremely strong.
Although he is not tall, his body is extremely strong.
Every time he killed an enemy, the veins in his arms popped out, and each chop was so powerful that it directly knocked the sword from the coated soldier's hand away, like a god.
"Three!"
The Qin soldiers took out their daggers and carved a line on the ash wood gun handle. They were about to raise their heads and continue to pursue the defeated enemy in front, when they suddenly heard someone shouting from the side and in front:
"Good marksmanship, a bit like Qi's gun!"
The Qin soldiers followed the sound. A dozen or so steps in front of him, Qiu Ying, a soldier from Jizhen, was holding a Yanling knife. The blade was still dripping with blood. At his feet, lay the corpses of three or four coated soldiers.
Qin Bing recognized the man in front of him. They were from the same battalion. He knew that this man liked to use the Yanling knife and wanted to avenge his dead brothers. Seeing Qiu Ying greeting him, the honest and honest white-pole soldier smiled at his teammates and showed two lines of white. tooth.
Qiu Ying slashed and killed three Bao Yis in a row. When he was chasing the fourth man, that man was so skilled that he almost killed Qiu Ying. If the white-pole soldiers hadn't caught up with him, he would have been in trouble today.
The collapsed coated soldiers ran all the way south until they were blocked by the moat.
The battlefield was filled with wounded but still undead wrappers, rolling and wailing on the ground. The white-pole soldiers ignored these injured wrappers and continued to move forward, preparing to drive all the enemies into the river.
The fleeing Bao Yi rushed to the moat. Some of them had just been shot by short crossbows, and the poison on the arrow clusters began to spread. Some Bao Yi screamed and jumped into the moat without hesitation.
They would rather be stabbed to death by thorns, sharp wood, or frozen to death by the river than dare to turn around and fight the white-poled soldiers.
Some tough Baoyi swam back to the south bank desperately, climbed to the riverside and gasped for air, and were immediately shot to death by Zhenyi soldiers.
More people were struggling in the river, and their bodies gradually sank to the bottom of the river.
Qiu Ying witnessed the scene happening in front of him with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Are the two Tatars so frightened?"
The blade of the Yan Ling Dao in his hand was broken, and he decided to change it to a better one when he went back. As he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a low horn coming from the river.
The five hundred dead soldiers with blue flags who had just arrived on the north bank had not yet formed their formation and witnessed the collapse of the coated soldiers in front.
These ferocious girls planned for a moment and then immediately launched an attack on the Ming army on the opposite side.
The dead soldiers are well-equipped, and their combat power is not inferior to that of the Zhenyi armored soldiers. If it weren't for the fact that they were born Jurchens and couldn't understand the language, many of them could serve as white armored soldiers.
The dead soldiers wore heavy armor and held round shields in their hands. Many of them held long swords and axes in their hands, and had arrows on their waists. Their equipment was as sophisticated as that of the white-poled soldiers.
Of more than a thousand coated soldiers, less than 300 survived. This last wave of coated soldiers continued to play their role as cannon fodder.
The coated soldiers were squeezed by the dead soldiers with their shields, like human shields, and they crashed crazily into the sharp white-barred gun blades.
Liu Zhaosun stood at the top of the city and shouted anxiously towards the city:
"Don't let the dead soldiers form a formation! Charge quickly!"
These Jurchens all come from the extremely cold places in the north. Before the Jianzhou Jurchens discovered them, they were all cave-dwellers, no different from wild beasts.
If a girl is born, her profession is hunting. She will have a brave and strong temperament, be patient and good at fighting, endure hunger, thirst and hard work, and can go without food for a long time.
After the rise of the Later Jin Dynasty, they were surrounded by enemies on all sides and lacked troops. Nurhachi armed the Jurchens as dead soldiers, equipped them with sharp weapons and wore more sophisticated armor, and made them into the elite troops of the Later Jin Army. The power is terrifying.
"Ask Fei Yangwu, did you borrow the Franco machine?! We have lost more than 600 coats. Hurry up and build more pontoons to let all the dead soldiers pass over and kill all the Southern Barbarians!"
Under the banner of the golden dragon banner inlaid with blue, Amin's eyes were blood red and roaring. A Ge Shiha immediately waved the command flag, and the blue flag array suddenly became busy.
The third wave of coated soldiers was pushed to the moat and began to build the pontoon bridge. The faces of these loyal slaves did not have the same excited look as the first two groups of coated soldiers. Many of them lowered their heads with expressions of despair on their faces. .
The white-armed soldiers with red eyes continued to attack the coated soldiers. The coated soldiers who were not killed lost their minds and screamed and shouted among the dead soldiers and the white-armed soldiers. Some of them were hoarse and squatted on the ground waiting for death. Others They wielded their swords and slashed the people around them wildly. Some people lost their sense of direction and bumped head-on into the dead soldiers of the Jiannu slaves behind them. Unsurprisingly, they were all brutally killed by the Nu Zhenzi with heavy troops.
Under the joint attack of both Ming and Jin, the coated soldiers in the middle position decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The white-pole soldiers were no longer interested in wrapping. Some soldiers in the front row raised their short crossbows, took a slight aim, and immediately shot at Jiannu.
Those who carried bows among the dead soldiers also used bows and arrows to shoot at the white-poled soldiers. Their heavy arrows were extremely lethal, but because they were too close to the white-poled soldiers, they had to raise their shields again to deal with the incoming spears as soon as they fired an arrow.
After several rounds of fighting, the dead soldiers could not take advantage, so they stopped advancing and beat the shields with maces and long knives. Three or five people smashed the shields in front of them to form dozens of shield formations.
A few poisonous arrows hit the middle wrapping, and the rest hit the double-layered cowhide shield, making a banging sound.
The soldiers with white poles realized that there was also a strong army on the opposite side. They put away their short crossbows and raised their 17-foot-long spears again. The messy soldiers in the front row began to form formations, preparing to start a grand battle.
The dead soldiers did not give the Ming army much time to react. After the shield array, which was like a turtle shell, stood still for a moment, it immediately moved towards the white pole soldiers.
"kill!"
The white-pole soldiers quickly changed their formation, forming a row of ten, and crashed into the turtle shell shield array like a wall.
As the two sides quickly approached, the first row of soldiers with white poles raised their spears high and slammed the spear heads against the enemy's shield. The thin chain hook did not break through the double-layer cowhide shield. The shield quickly dodged a gap and flew out with a wave of spears. Tieguduo.
Within this distance, it was impossible to dodge the throwing weapons. Three of the ten white-pole soldiers in the front row were immediately hit in the face and fell to the ground with a groan.
The white pole soldiers in the front row were in chaos and had no time to adjust. Several more long knives shot out from behind the shields in front. The white pole soldiers raised their round shields to block and retreated continuously.
The white soldiers in the front row adjusted their bodies, or used their spears to thrust, and the spear points rushed out quickly. When they approached the shield array, they were blocked by thick shields.
When the white-armed soldiers retracted their spears and prepared to stab again, a wave of heavy arrows was fired from the shield formation on the opposite side, once again taking away the lives of the two people in the front row.
"Change the ring!"
Qin Jianxun shouted loudly from behind, and several chieftains spread the order further in Sichuan accent:
"Change the ring!"
Liu Zhaosun stared at the powerful Ming army in front of him and observed carefully. This was the first time he had seen a white-steel gun used in this way.
Following the general order, the front row of white pole soldiers immediately retreated, and a row of sword and shield players immediately came up from behind, holding the long card at the front.
Changpai blocked a wave of javelin attacks from the dead soldiers. The dead soldiers took the opportunity to move forward and wanted to get close to hit Changpai with maces and big sticks.
Seeing this, the sword and shield player quickly retreated, keeping a distance where the spear had an advantage in attacking.
Under the protection of Changpai, the white soldiers at the back exchanged their long guns and held the position near the head of the gun. The large iron ring on the tail of the gun pointed diagonally forward. The front and rear rows stood staggered. The front row left an attack gap for the rear row. .
Liu Zhaosun vaguely heard the sound of metal hitting an ash tree trunk.
"kill!"
With a shout, the long sign blocking the white-pole soldiers was suddenly removed.
Jiannu's dead soldiers who were still charging forward thought there was another attack from a spear and quickly raised their shields to block.
A row of heavy iron rings fell from one foot to seven feet in the air. The iron rings accumulated huge energy in the air. At this moment, they all hit the shield with great force, no less powerful than a mace.
The dead soldier holding the shield felt his mouth numb, and before he could react, there was another wave of heavy critical strikes.
The two rows of iron rings at the front and back of the white-pole soldiers fell one after another, like smashing moles, without any gaps for attacks.
Some fierce men simply spread their shields and used bows and arrows to throw spears at the Ming army to counterattack. After the white-pole soldiers in the front row were hit, they immediately added up from behind. As soon as the dead soldiers showed their heads, the iron rings roared from behind and killed them. The brain was shattered by the smash, and even the most ferocious dead soldier could not endure this kind of fighting method of one life for another.
The remaining dead soldiers huddled in their shields and did not dare to show their heads. Although they were brave and powerful, they were still made of flesh and blood. Under the continuous critical strikes, the arms of the dead soldiers holding the shields became numb, and the white pole soldiers behind them seized the gaps and stabbed them one by one.
In the blink of an eye, the battlefield situation changed rapidly, and the dead soldiers with blue flags who had lost their advantage were like shells on the beach, being broken open and killed one by one by the soldiers with white poles.
The dead soldiers at the back watched helplessly as their companions died in battle. They no longer sat still and waited for death. They abandoned the shield formation one after another, covered themselves with white-wrapped corpses, and fired at the white-poled soldiers with heavy arrows.
The short crossbows of the white-poled soldiers had a very short range, so they simply pushed them forward with their round shields. The heavy arrows of the dead soldiers could not penetrate their defenses. The long knives and maces had limited lethality. The dead soldiers who lost the shield defense would soon be destroyed. Forced to the moat, facing the fate of destruction.
There was a large array of blue flags on the south bank. Fei Yingwu looked at the killings taking place on the other bank with red eyes.
These five hundred dead soldiers are the few elites of the Xianglan Banner. It is really difficult to catch these girls, and basically one of them will die.
Having a daughter was really the trump card that he and Amin used to restrain the spearmen of the Ming Dynasty. Unexpectedly, Liu Zhaosun would not follow common sense this time. Where did he recruit this strange Ming army to restrain the dead soldiers?
"Hurry and withdraw the dead soldiers! Let the soldiers line up! Prepare to cross the river!"
Fei Yingwu was upset. He had known that he should have let the soldiers cross the river just now. The soldiers were well-organized and were most suitable for dealing with this group of soldiers with white poles.
