Chapter 207 The Fifth Army

"Good come!" Wu Liangmou, the commander of the Fifth Army, gritted his teeth and shouted, turning his gaze to Huang Laoer who had just been ordered to come to help the battle. "Leave the two artillery regiments to you. Pay attention, the enemy's archers and crossbowmen are hidden slightly in the center of the square formation!"

"Yes!" Huang Laoer responded without hesitation, then raised a dark red corner flag high, "The third regiment of the first army, one brigade, the muzzle is lowered by half a finger, sixty steps in the right front, three sets of round-rotation shooting! The fourth army's artillery regiment is ready, fifty steps in the right front, relay shooting!"

"Boom!" Thirty four-pound cannons spurted out anger at the square formation of spears that were rushing towards the right side of the battlefield. One third fell on the open space, smashing huge deep pits. The other two thirds hit the enemy troops rushing forward, and smashed more than ten bloody gaps from the center. Nearly half of the shells had not yet castrated, jumped up from the pool of blood, rushed towards the Yuan army closest to him, and took out a bloody hole in his chest, then rolled and smashed at the thighs and soles of others around him, leaving behind broken limbs and flesh everywhere.

"Boom! Boom!" The second round, the third round of bombardment was launched, smashing into the enemy, causing a wave of ghosts and howls. Then, three rounds of shells came in the air, filling the gap left by the first three rounds, and hitting the Yuan army's corpse.

"Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-" The trumpet blew the phalanx of the Yuan army and began to organize archers and crossbowmen to fight back. The archers were already so nervous that their faces turned pale. They gritted their teeth and stood firm at fifty steps away, bent their bows and put arrows, and at the fastest speed, thousands of feather arrows shot into the air.

"Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh-swoo-swoo-swoo-swoo-swoo-swoo-swoo-swoo-swoo-shelf-drifts" immediately drizzled over the Red Turban Army's head, but the effect was very few. Most of the feather arrows were blocked by the sword and shield soldiers standing in the front row. A small part of them flew over the shield wall, but they could not do anything to the iron helmet on the head of the spear and half a piece of plate armor on the chest of the musketeer. Several sparks splashed out and landed on the ground in vain.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish!" Immediately afterwards, another white and bright hail rushed towards him. The Qing Zhang crossbow in the Yuan army also began to inspire, and launched a round of flat shooting at a distance of fifty steps. The effect of this round was slightly better than the feather arrows, but it was also very limited. The nature of crossbow arrows can only shoot flat, resulting in almost no chance of breaking through the shield wall of the Red Turban Army. Scattered few passers-by through the gaps in the shield wall are bound to face the blockage of the plate armor, which is difficult to cause fatal damage to the target.

"Switch the armor-breaking cone, change the armor-breaking cone! Shoot him with the armor-breaking cone!" Liao Daheng, a ten-member soldier, was furious and issued an order in a hoarse voice.

"Yes!" The archers and crossbowmen in the square array agreed, running forward in small steps while rushing to replace the armor-breaking cone. The latter special arrow can deal with most armor in the world. However, the effective range is only thirty steps. They must advance a little further before they have the opportunity to fully exert the power of this object.

How could the Red Turban Army give them a second chance to take action? Soon, Cheng's ground-slapping shells hit him, "Boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom!" He smashed the crossbowman and archers' team into pieces.

As the first person in the entire Huai'an army to come into contact with artillery, Huang Laoer far surpassed other artillery officers in terms of experience and vision. Under his command, at least one-half of the projectiles could fall near the target area and one-third could form a jump. After seven or eight consecutive rounds of shooting, the square formation of the spear on the left of Pinzi had been torn into pieces, and he had to slow down his advancement and reorganize the formation.

The other two long spear square arrays, led by Zhu Liangzu and Xie Guoxi, increased the speed faster. They threw away their crossbowman and Liao Daheng, who had left the wing, rushed to the Fifth Army of Huai'an and Fu Youde's troops, which were close to each other. The bright gun tip was drawn towards the heart of the Red Turban soldiers.

"Shield player and spearman hold on!" Wu Liangmou, commander of the Fifth Army, was not moved by the enemy's momentum at all. He took a deep breath and ordered loudly. Although he knew that the effective range of the mezzanine was stronger than that of the bow and arrow, he had not ordered the shooting since the beginning of the fight. Instead, he kept bent his fingers around his side, calculating the speed of the enemy's advance and the distance between the enemy and his side!

"Stand firmly and hold the spear firmly, our armor is stronger than theirs!"

"Stay steady, keep calm, both noses and eyes, who is more timid than who is!"

Liu Kui and Aslan shouted, walked to their respective camps with spears, and pointed their spears at the enemy rushing towards them.

The enemy continued to strode closer, and the first wave alone rushed up was twice as powerful as the New Fifth Army. However, the two combat corpses of the New Fifth Army were not afraid. Under the leadership of the team, Dutou and the company commanders, there were three densely packed lines, blocking the tide of guns that rushed over like blocking the dam.

"Military soldiers, arranged in a single line, stepped forward three steps, stood beside the spearmen, raise the gun!" Wu Liangmou, commander of the New Fifth Army, took a deep breath, with a little nervousness in his voice. This was the first time he encountered an enemy who dared to rush forward with cannons. In addition to admiration, a hint of pride also surged in his heart, "This is the real elite. If you defeat them, the Fifth Army can run rampant in both Huaihuai. Defeat them."

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The grenadiers began to show their power on the side of Fu Youde's army and smashed nearly a hundred grenades at the opponent's head. The long spear formation of Zhu Liangzu's army in the Yuan army bloomed everywhere, and the thick smoke swelled up with blood mist. However, the delay in the grenade from landing to explosion caused thousands of Mengyuan soldiers who rushed in the front to escape safely. They opened their throats and shouted wildly, and rushed towards Fu Youde's flag with red eyes.

"Kill!" Marshal Xie Guoxi, the long spear, shouted loudly, and led the way with dozens of servants around him, rushing towards Wu Liangmou's flag recognition. The young man was the backbone of the two thousand Huai'an thieves in front of him. He didn't look like a brave general. If he could charge and take him down, the Huai'an thief general in front of him would be defeated without fighting.

Twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps, and as the distance between the two sides became closer and closer, "Huh!" Wu Liangmou, opposite, spat out a white mist forward, and at the same time, waved the dark red corner flag in his hand vigorously, "Fire!"

"Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" The battalion commanders of the three musket battalions waved the command flags one after another, spreading Wu Liangmou's orders throughout the army.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The bean-like musket shooting sounded, and at less than ten steps, more than 600 lead bullets were shot at the Meng Yuan soldiers rushing towards him.

The Meng Yuan soldiers who had already made the sprinting action fell down an entire layer like crops hit by hail. Those who were lucky enough not to be shot by lead also stopped in a daze, looking at the rolling white smoke rising from the army formation opposite, and fighting, they were at a loss.

It's so terrifying and so cruel. The Huai'an bandits actually hid so many big guns in the team and endured them until now! At such a close distance, it's hard for the blind man to lose his target. Once he was hit by a convex gun, a big hole as thick as a bowl was punched in the torso from front to back. He died on the spot and could not die anymore, and even the immortal could not save him!

"Military soldiers shoot freely!" Wu Liangmou's voice suddenly rang out in the military formation in Huai'an again, with the words full of pride that could not be hidden. "Others, please give me ten steps forward, push!"

"First regiment, first battalion, second battalion, ten steps forward, push!" Liu Kui, the commander of the regiment, held a strong spear, shouted loudly, and took the lead in walking forward. It seemed that the enemy was standing in front of him, a group of earthen dolls and wooden stalks.

"The Second Regiment, the Second Battalion, follow me and push forward ten steps!" Aslan was unwilling to let go, and shouted loudly, leading his soldiers to push forward. The enemy troops they encountered along the way either stabbed them with one shot, or grabbed their weapons and kicked them to the ground, allowing them to fend for themselves.

The resistance was minimal. Although there were two thousand men in the first wave of Mongolian Yuan soldiers rushing towards the Fifth Army, they were killed by muskets in an instant, and the rest were scattered. Seeing that the soldiers of the New Five Army were dressed like steel monsters, they lined up in dense formations to launch a counterattack towards them, they didn't know what to do. It was not until the steel knife was almost chopped on their bodies that they screamed and fled back with their heads in their arms.

"List - Ding!" Liu Kui, a regiment commander, slammed the spear in his hand to the ground with a loud shout. After pushing ten steps, he had no more standing enemies in front of him. The first wave of Mongol soldiers who rushed up were either killed or escaped, colliding with the second wave of Mongol soldiers who rushed up later, and squeezed into a group in the middle of the battlefield.

"List - Ding!" The second regiment commander Aslan also shouted loudly, stopping his team and Liu Kui's team's shoulders and shoulders. There were more enemies rushing up the second wave of the enemy. A little further away, there seemed to be a third wave, a fourth wave, and a fifth wave. But he was not nervous about the battle, and he seemed calm and composed.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out of the pile of corpses three feet away behind him. He looked like a high-ranking official, wearing gilded plate armor, waving half a spear in his hand, crazy.

"Come on, kill me!!" Xie Guoxi, a ten thousand Yi soldiers from Luzhou, spitting blood, and waved half of the spear hard. "Kill me! Who can let the horse fight with me! Let the horse fight with me. I am Xie Guoxi, the spear marshal. Those who dare to fight will come and die quickly!"

All the soldiers in the nearby red scarf looked at him with pity, as if they were looking at a corpse. The man's plate armor must have been bought from Huai'an for a lot of money. In order to increase the sale of the image, Huang Laowai and others also specially carved a lion on the plate armor's chest, and the surface was gilded.

Such a set of plate armor costs at least 120 to 30 guan. The generals of the Huai'an army are reluctant to wear it, so they are mostly sold to vendors, and a small part is given to the ally generals as gifts. When it is transferred to the Mongolian Yuan, the price will definitely increase. Usually, it is impossible to get it without 200 guan.

Thanks to this set of plate armor, which costs more than 200 stakes on the market, Xie Guoxi was not directly hit by the bullets shot from the musket. However, the bullets, together with the collapsed armor, crushed his sternum and internal organs, making him unable to survive tonight even if he danced the broken spear happily.

Sure enough, just as everyone's compassionate eyes, Xie Guoxi jumped upwards and shouted "Kill!". Then, he paused like a pig's urine bag that broke a hole, and died of anger.
Chapter completed!