Thousands of red flags dance across the plains of Liaodong.
Countless dancing flames gathered from all sides of Hetuala to the west gate, forming a vast red sea.
The low and powerful sound of the conch trumpet sounded over the wilderness. The Red Sea composed of two red flag cavalry crossed the west gate moat, submerged the burning shield car, and swept towards the Kaiyuan artillery position with unstoppable momentum.
At the same time, two miles away, the five hundred cavalry who had just gathered rushed to the waist of the two red flag cavalry formations.
The artillery on both sides was full of tacit understanding and stopped shelling at the same time.
The focus of the battlefield returned to the cavalry.
"Brother Yang, I'm afraid there are more than 3,000 Tatar cavalry. We, 600 people, can't stop them."
"If you're afraid, just jump into the river."
The archer next to him felt bored. Seeing that Yang Tong stopped talking, he picked up the arrow cluster from the arrow holder and began to polish it repeatedly on the cobblestones.
Yang Tong didn't even raise his head, busy loading the flintlock gun.
His movements were extremely skillful, and in a blink of an eye he had loaded the gun and placed the flintlock gun on the ground.
Three flintlock muskets were neatly placed on the ground at the foot of the parapet.
The owner of the flintlock had been hit by splinters from the previous round.
Three of Yang Tong's brothers died in Hetuala, under Tatar shelling.
The three of them followed Yang Tong for a long time, from Hunhe to Qufu, and survived several battles. Unexpectedly, they were beaten to death by sawdust behind the shield car.
This strange fate on the battlefield is hard to describe.
But now was not the time to be sentimental, the bombardment had ceased and the enemy attack would soon come.
He was surrounded by new recruits from the 5000 headquarters, with unfamiliar faces and no one he knew.
There were fusiliers and archers standing at the front of the half-moon position. There were more than 280 of them, distributed behind the parapet, forming a thin line of defense.
Due to the rapid expansion of the 5000 headquarters, there was no time to train enough fusiliers before the war began.
Fortunately, there are some hunters and warriors among the new recruits. They knew how to shoot before joining the Kaiyuan Army. There are more than 500 archers in the 5000 headquarters.
After the river split, about two hundred people came ashore alive, and together with the reinforcements of fusiliers, there were less than three hundred people in total.
In other words, on the half-moon-shaped position, except for the four hidden artillery, there are only more than two hundred people who can perform long-range output.
Compared to the three or four thousand archers with two red flags opposite, the two hundred or so people behind the parapet are really insignificant. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are like a mantis with its arms acting as a chariot.
Even a little mantis is determined to die in critical moments, not to mention the howling soldiers under Liu Zhaosun?
The Kaiyuan Army's honor of surviving a hundred battles needs to be defended, even if it means defending with their lives.
On the top of the earth slope, a huge unicorn battle flag one foot and three feet wide fluttered fiercely in the cold wind.
Liu Zhaosun did not strictly stipulate the military flag patterns of each thousand headquarters. For the sake of uniformity, all military flags must have a red background and a roaring black dragon in the lower right corner.
In addition, the theme pattern of the battle flag can be freely selected by each thousand headquarters.
The battle flag of the 1,000th headquarters is a dragon, while the 2,000th and 3,000th headquarters are a tiger and a glutton respectively.
The battle flag of the 4000th headquarters has the most unique design. It is a huge black skull with a wild goose feather knife, which looks like the Pirates of the Caribbean flag.
The battle flag of the 5000th headquarters has a huge black unicorn painted on it, with its teeth and claws showing, and it is very imposing.
Yang Tong is now on the left front of the black unicorn, surrounded by archers on his left and right.
The nearest fusilier was a dozen steps away. He seemed to be drawn from the 1,000th headquarters. He didn't recognize that person.
Behind him is a platoon of pikemen, and behind the pikemen are the sword and shield bearers.
The young faces around him were full of tension and excitement about the aftermath of the disaster.
This was the first time that the recruits from the 5000 Headquarters had a head-to-head confrontation with Jiannu. They had fought against the Wenxiang Cult in Shandong before, but that time they were fighting behind the veterans.
This time, the new recruits will face off against Jiannu who are ten times their own size.
For them, this is a severe test, to be precise, it is purgatory.
The recruits have just finished repairing the work and have been physically exhausted, so they are taking the time to rest.
Before the Jiannu approached the breastworks, these pikemen and gunmen were of no use. Their troops were thin, with only more than 300 people. Of course, they couldn't break out of the trenches and line up in front of the position. That would only lead to faster death.
Yang Tong turned around and glanced at these recruits, and couldn't help but take a breath.
A bamboo whistle from the front caught Yang Tong's attention. A hundred steps away from the trench, the remaining Ye Bu Shou formed the first line of defense of the Half Moon Position.
The thirty-two surviving cavalry from the 5000 headquarters were lined up at the front all night long. They were well-equipped. In addition to lances and waist knives, each of them was also equipped with flintlock short spears and stone mines.
There were eighty Night Riders in the 5000 headquarters, and only these thirty-two riders were still alive after crossing the river.
The Kaiyuan Army is composed of elite veterans from each battalion at night. On weekdays, they are only used as reconnaissance sentries to spy on light cavalry and dog fights. They will never participate in such a dignified battle.
However, now that the slave-building army is approaching, and the Qian headquarters where they are located is about to be destroyed, the veterans feel that there is no need to investigate any more, so they simply fight with the Tatars.
With Zhu Dong's tacit approval, these night guards spontaneously formed a line of defense - although this line of defense had almost no effect.
The rumble of horse hooves resounded throughout the world, and the parapet where Yang Tong was lying began to tremble, and dust shook off the cobblestones.
The vast Red Sea composed of two red flags and 3,500 horsemen quickly rushed to the position 300 steps in front of the trench.
Yang Tong, who was hiding behind the parapet, seemed to be able to hear the manic breathing of the war horse.
The wave of red cavalry was mixed with a few points of white light, which were Baya La's elite cavalry wearing white armor.
These Bagas are the elite of the two red flags. They are all stout, holding long axes and heavy knives. They wear two layers of iron armor. They are well-equipped and stand out among the crowd.
Yang Tong immediately raised his flintlock gun and aimed at a jumping white spot three hundred steps ahead. The gun barrel moved slightly with the galloping teeth.
The thirty-two men in front of the trench stayed awake all night. Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people on both sides, they all raised their short flint-haired muskets and aimed them at the formation of two red flag cavalry that were a hundred times their number. They fought like a mantis with its arms like a chariot to fight against the enemy troops who were in the final battle. .
The archer on Yang Tong's left had a big mouth and stared blankly ahead.
The sound of horse hooves became louder and louder, like thunder in the clear sky, three hundred steps, two hundred steps.
Ye Bushou could already see the excited expressions on the faces of the Jiannu cavalry soldiers on the opposite side.
When there were only a hundred steps away from the 5000th headquarters, the sound of bowstrings vibrating suddenly sounded in the formation of two rapidly approaching red flag cavalry. The buzzing sound was like a swarm of bees passing overhead, causing the recruits behind the parapet to raise their heads and move forward. Look.
"The archers of the fire gun soldiers shoot freely, and the remaining people lie down! The sword and shield soldiers raise their shields!"
The flag captain shouted loudly and scolded the recruits who were not afraid of death.
For the first time, the new recruits saw the scene of thousands of cavalry charging into formation, and the shock they received was indescribable.
There was chaos behind the parapet. The archers lowered their heads to dodge after shooting their bows and arrows, and the sword and shield players raised their long cards to cover the front.
Yang Tong aimed at the Bagara who was rushing at the front, muttered something in his mouth, and suddenly pulled the trigger. The flintlock gun raised a cloud of white smoke, and Yang Tong immediately retracted behind the parapet.
The moment he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of the ferocious Bagara falling off his horse from the corner of his eye. His fine white armor was submerged in the rolling iron hooves and turned into a wisp of dust.
Yang Tong leaned behind the parapet, took out the charcoal pen he carried with him, and added a horizontal line on a white pebble under the parapet.
There are already three lines on the stone.
This was the third slave he killed today.
He took off the purge bar and began to load ammunition silently, waiting for the arrow rain from the opposite side to attack.
Fortunately, the target of Jiannu's offensive was not Yang Tong behind the parapet.
More than three thousand light arrows rose into the sky at the same time. Taking advantage of the inertia of the horses' previous running, the arrow feathers quickly climbed into the air, bursting out with astonishing kinetic energy. A moment later, a dense rain of arrows poured down from the mid-air, hitting the people blocking them. The Kaiyuan army in front did not stop at night.
The short guns in Ye Buhui's hands sounded one after another, and in the thin white smoke, the captain shouted loudly.
"Raise your shield! Change your sword! Charge!"
His orders were lost in a hail of arrows.
The light arrows landed on the round shields, making a clanging sound. The horses were not armored and were immediately shot into hedgehogs. They fell to the ground one after another at night.
Two red flags and three thousand fine cavalry roared past. Ye Buhui, who resisted desperately, was like sand crashing into the tide. After shooting down the golden horse soldiers in the front row, he was immediately hit by flying iron bones and flying axes, and the cavalry trampled them. body, everything returned to peace.
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