Chapter 209 Stalemate (Part 1)

"The prince has an order. Generals Zhu and Liao reorganize their teams and rush once again like before!" The prince's personal soldiers riding a fast horse rushed over, running high while raising the arrow in their hands.

"What did you say?" Zhu Liangzu was furious, and the blue veins on his forehead were rising. Although the battle just lasted only a few breaths, it broke off his old friend, Marshal Xie Guoxi, and nearly half of the "Yi soldiers" under his command. The 5,000 "Luzhou Yi soldiers" led by him also killed or injured at least 700. After rushing again, I don't know how many brothers would have to hate the battlefield.

Besides, if you don’t make any changes, you may not be able to achieve any results by rushing upwards like before. The Red Thief’s team stands very closely. If you spread out and push forward on your side, you will be destined to suffer a big loss when you fight in close contact. Once you stand in a dense formation, the annoying shells will hit you in a string. In just a few strokes, the team will fall apart.

"The prince has an order, so the two generals Zhu and Liao reorganized their teams and rushed again. Create a fighter for the Red Army of the Discovery!" The personal soldiers of the royal family who were in charge of the order also quickly frowned, held the arrow high, and repeated again.

"The last general will receive the order!" Liao Daheng gently pushed Zhu Liangzu, and then rushed forward to take the order arrow. "Please rest assured, even if there is a sea of ​​swords and fire in front of me, I will never dare to let down the prince's kindness!"

"Yeah!" the personal soldiers nodded with satisfaction, "Please rest assured, the prince said. This time he will make the Red Army of the Dispatchmen go faster. Please hold on and don't retreat as quickly as before!"

After saying that, he shook the reins and left.

"You damn it." Zhu Liangzu was so angry that his eyes were full of fire. He picked up a spear and wanted to throw it into the back of the prince's personal soldiers. The mature and persistent Daheng Liao grabbed him and whispered: "Don't mess around, military orders are like mountains, and both right and wrong must be implemented. I will lead you in front of you, and you will follow your brothers slowly. The formation will first spread out and lean forward, and wait until you reach twenty steps, then try your best to gather around you!"

"No, no matter how good you and I are, I can't stop that damn musket!" Zhu Liangzu was stunned and shook his head vigorously.

"It may not be so unlucky! Besides, the prince treats us three normally, isn't it just for this moment?" Liao Daheng slowly let go of him and said with a smile.

As the saying goes, the fortune of being a man is a loyal person. Although Xuan Rang Wang Temur Buhua has many unique problems with Mongolian nobles, such as arrogance, moodiness, etc., he usually treats them a few of the righteous soldiers and tens of thousands of households. Not only do he try his best to be equal with the generals of other races in terms of position and reward, he rarely cares about the differences between Mongolians and Han people when interacting with each other!

In other words, the fact that Liao Daheng, Zhu Liangzu and others can have their current status depends entirely on the trust and promotion of Zhongshun King Timur Buhua. If they refuse to move forward at critical moments, they will not only face severe punishment from military law, but will spread it later, and people will ruthlessly ridicule them for being ungrateful, making them unable to look up in front of everyone.

"Swish-dong!" A solid projectile whistled with the sound of the wind, landing on the open space not far from the two of them, smashing a huge pit of earth.

"Bah!" Zhu Liangzu instinctively jumped a few steps away, and then cursed. "What's the matter? If you have the will, just fight face to face!"

After scolding, he gritted his teeth and said to Daheng Liao: "I won't follow you later! I'm in front and you're behind, let's work together to attack the Xuzhou army. On the Huai'an army, you can just send some people to flick it. The fire guns there are dense and difficult to chew. Although there is Fu Youde in Xuzhou, the fire guns are far less than those in Huai'an. The same is true for us to break through here!"

"Okay, then we brothers will join forces to attack again!" Liao Daheng took action without hesitation and responded loudly. Then he quickly returned to his team and readjust the deployment. "Da Ren, Da Yi, you two each lead a thousand-man team to attack towards the Xuzhou army. Remember to disperse the troops and move forward step by step. The other three thousand-man teams also dispersed the troops and followed the Luzhou army."

"Yes!" The generals agreed in a hoarse voice, suppressing the panic in their hearts, and each went to execute the orders.

"Let me straighten my back!" Seeing that everyone was always in a low morale, Daheng Liao opened his throat and shouted at the backs of the generals, "Once there are only more than twenty bullets. As long as everyone disperses, they may not be able to hit people. So what if they hit them? It's just a death, it's better to be a coward for the rest of their lives!"

"Scatter, spread, everyone spreads. The head fell, but it was just a big scar! Twenty years later, we are another group of heroes!" Zhu Liangzu also shouted loudly, running back and forth in his own team, using all his skills to boost morale.

Among the "rulers" were mostly their tribe members and tenants, and they were always in the same spirit. At this moment, seeing the two big owners having to sacrifice their lives to attack another round, how could they be solemnly resisted and four? They also cheered up, opened up the gap between each other, and rushed forward trotting.

"Swish-dong!" "Swish-dong!" "Swish-dong!" The black projectile continued to fall into the air, splashing with red blood mist from time to time. However, it seemed that it was no longer as terrible as before. Any unlucky person who happened to be hit by the projectile was basically exasperated on the spot, and it was difficult to scream and disturb the minds of others. Even if there was a jump, it was difficult to cause large-scale damage to the team because of the formation too dense.

After discovering that the casualties and injuries caused to him in each round of artillery bombardment were single digits, the morale of the two "Yi soldiers" suddenly rose a lot. Those who hold spears and swords and shields began to pay attention to the centurion closest to him, and tried to keep up with the latter's pace. Those who hold horn bows and lift crossbows secretly hung the armor-breaking cone on the bowstring while they were moving, preparing to give their opponent a fatal blow at critical moments.

"Swish-dong!" "Swish-dong!" "Swish-dong!" Rows of shells continued to hit the air, but they blocked the progress of the "Royal soldiers".

According to the current organization of the Huaian Army, each artillery regiment has ninety four-jin cannons. Although it sounds quite large in number, neither lethality nor accurate nor similar to the artillery of later generations. Aiming at dense targets formed into arrays is quite considerable. Aiming at a single moving target is simply a waste of ammunition. Almost every thirty shells fell down, the harvest was in single digits, which was far less than the huge blow to the Yuan army before.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting! Raise the muzzle three fingers and prepare to attack another wave that comes up later!" Huang Laoer quickly discovered that the artillery was not effective and decisively adjusted the tactics. He ordered his two artillery regiments to give up the ravages of the "Royal Soldiers" and aimed the target at the Red Army, who was moving forward a little far away for the second time.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting, raise the muzzle three fingers, and aim at the big lump behind!" The gunmen squatted down one after another, and while repeating the orders coming, they helped their brothers clean the gun barrel and adjust the muzzle.

The six loaders immediately ran forward, worked together to pull the rope on their running body, and lifted the muzzle. The first and second gunners quickly picked up the pads prepared in advance and quickly stuffed them into the gap between the gun body and the barrier of the sandbag, so that the gun reached a set inclination. The third gunners picked up a wet mop, stuffed it into the barrel chamber with force, dragged it repeatedly to clean up the gunpowder residue inside, and keep the inner wall of the barrel clean.

"Swish!" The moisture left behind when cleaning the cannon chamber was quickly turned into steam by the hot cannon wall, which came out of the cannon, making people cry and snot flow.

The artillery soldiers of the Huai'an army didn't care about wiping their eyes, quickly opened the ammunition box and stuffed the gunpowder wrapped in silk into the barrel chamber. Then they used a pestle to tamp it tightly, then stuffed a cork about the same thickness as the barrel chamber into it, tamp it tightly, and finally quickly filled the projectiles.

After they finished all this, Huang Laoer finally determined the vital position of the enemy. He jumped onto a sandbag piled up artificially and shouted at the top of his voice, "One hundred steps, each battalion will shoot. Let it go!"

"Boom!" More than 30 bronze-cast cannons spewed thick smoke, using the power provided by the gunpowder explosion, pushing the four-pound solid projectiles into the air. After more than a hundred steps, they all rushed into the team of the Red Army.

The Luzhou Explorer Chijun, who had originally made up his mind to let the "Yi soldiers" block the shells, did not expect that his opponent could see through his wishful thinking so quickly and was caught off guard. Several huge wounds immediately appeared in the dense team, and each wound was surrounded by corpses.

"Oh!" Zhu Liangzu shrank his neck in fear, then opened his throat and shouted loudly. "Brothers, follow me! The big musket cannot hit the nearest place!"

"Kill--!" More than 3,000 Luzhou soldiers under his command opened their voices and shouted at the top of their lungs. At the same time, they accelerated their pace and quickly rushed towards Fu Youde's flag recognition, vowing to distinguish them from each other.

Zhu Liangzu's left foot "accidentally" tripped on a corpse while rushing forward. Thanks to the support of his personal soldiers, he barely fell into the pool of blood. However, his figure quickly disappeared from the front of the team and could not be discovered by the enemy.

"Bah!" Lian Laohei, who was aiming at Zhu Liangzu's chest, spitted disdainfully, and quickly pointed the muzzle at a new target. "Fire, shoot freely!!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" More than one hundred and forty large guns were raised, spewing out fire snakes, knocking the "Ruth Soldiers" who rushed towards him to the ground. However, the reloading speed of the gun was too slow, and the accuracy of the moving target was a bit unsatisfactory. The "Ruth Soldiers" who were not hit were just a little stunned, and then stepped over the bodies of their companions, without any hesitation.

"Come on, everyone will go together. The fire guns are loading slowly and cannot fight the second round!!" Zhu Liangzu's figure quickly reappeared in the back of the center of his team, and his face looked particularly ferocious.

Note 1: In the Ming Dynasty, the number of artillery and equipment of the Central Plains army were quite large. Taking the Qi family army as an example, his chariot battalion with about 3,000 people was equipped with more than 250 artillery pieces. No wonder he could fight all the neighbors invincible hands.
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