Chapter 62 Avalanche (Part 2)

Seeing more than 2,000 soldiers from eastern Zhejiang, rushing towards him with Dong Tuanxiao's flag, Shi Song Ke, the commander of the Fourth Army, suddenly felt a sense of compassion.

The enemy cannot turn the tables. Even if the coach stands under the commander, Dong Tuanxiao himself, even among the two thousand-person teams, they are all elites selected from one in a hundred.

The pattern of war has changed. The Zhejiang Army has been left behind by the Huai'an Army for a long time. With the troops of both sides being roughly equal, the army that still relies on bows, arrows, swords, shields and spears cannot stop the successive attacks of gun lifting, muskets and grenades. What's more, at this moment, at the left and right corners of the six horizontal teams of the Huai'an Army, hundreds of divine guns specially designed to attack commanders at the forefront.

The few defeat the more, the weak defeat the strong, or suddenly use the killer moves to win the world at the critical moment of the battle. Similar records in history books are everywhere. However, the above miracles only happen when the gap between the two sides' military equipment is not too big. At this moment, the Huai'an army and the opponent are no longer at the same level.

When the flock meets the lion, no matter how brave the former is, it is futile.

It has no effect except for making people feel tragic.

However, soon, the compassion in Song Ke's heart was replaced by anger. Dozens of crossbow arrows broke through the air at the same time, shooting the battle flag in his hand into holes, and the armor of his right chest and right leg was also slammed by the crossbow arrows. If the guards around him had not taken the cavalry's special shield to protect his face and neck, perhaps Song Ke would have become the first senior general of the Huai'an Army to die on the battlefield today.

The Arabian horse under his crotch made a low cry and slowly knelt on the ground. The brave beast, with arrows on his neck and front legs, refused to fall directly with the last strength, so as not to hurt the owner on his back. The hot plasma sprayed out like a waterfall, dyeing Song Ke's armor and cloak red. His eyes quickly turned scarlet, and he struggled to point the battle flag in his hand forward, "Study team, fight back."

"可,可,可,可." The students of the martial arts lecture hall equipped with rifled rifles immediately stopped in place, pressed the butt with their shoulders, and stood up to fight back to the enemy.

The distance was a little far, and the number of rifled rifles was too scarce. Among the enemy troops who were heading towards him, about twenty people fell down. This loss was of course not enough to stop the Zhejiang army, which was desperately trying to stop. On the contrary, under Dong Tuanxiao's battle flag, a series of low trumpets suddenly sounded, "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

Shi Song Ke, the commander of the Fourth Army of Huai'an, immediately realized that his performance was too impatient. He took a deep breath and raised the ragged battle flag high above his head. "The trumpeter, order the entire army to continue to advance normally and respond to changes in the same way."

"Drip, drip, drip, drip." The loud sound of suona immediately rang beside him, and quickly passed on the chief general's thoughts to every brother in the military formation behind him.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." The leaders who had experienced many battles and had returned to the furnace in the martial arts hall immediately responded with the sound of whistles. The rhythm was old-fashioned and monotonous, without any human fireworks.

Hearing the copper whistle that had been familiar with during training, the Huaian soldiers who were originally a little panicked quickly returned to normal. The spearmen in the first and second rows raised the spear forward and shook their legs back and forth at the same time, and their legs slowly moved with the rhythm of the copper whistle. "One, one, two, one, one, two", "one, two", "one, two", "the battle boots wrapped in a layer of steel plates, shaking slightly on the ground.

Most of the bows and crossbows that were shot in a hurry were scattered by the spears and fell into the soil weakly. A small part of them passed the spears to sort out the spears, but were decisively blocked by the sword and shield soldiers walking in the third row. Apart from creating a series of noise, they had no effect. There were only one or two absolutely lucky people who bypassed the shield wall and shot the spearmen walking in the fourth row. However, most of the kinetic energy on the arrows was offset by the soft armor woven by wire, and the rest were not fatal. The injured spearmen gritted their teeth and followed the team's footsteps, for fear of falling behind the robes. "One, one, two, one, one, two", and every step on the ground was extremely solid.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The four-jin cannon that followed began to pour fire into the heads of the Zhejiang army again. Because they were separated by their own brothers, the two sides were advancing face to face. They only dared to use solid bullets, so the deterrence effect was far greater than real killing, and it would not have much effect on the two thousand Zhejiang army that came with a desperate heart.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh." Thicker bows and crossbow arrows flew out from the Zhejiang army and rushed towards the front row of the Huai'an army's spearmen.

At fifty steps, most of the crossbowmen decisively used armor-breaking cones and tried their best to shoot flat, which caused some losses to the spearmen on the opposite side. More than a dozen injured brothers Huai'an suddenly poked the spear under their feet and staggered to stand firmly. Someone in the back row immediately stepped forward to fill the position, took the spear, and closed the gap in the front line again.

"The tactics of the four-jin cannon need to be improved immediately, otherwise it will become more and more useless." The commander of the Fourth Army, Shi Song Ke, held the battle flag high and guided the entire army under the escort of his personal soldiers. He was very active and had a strong learning ability. Even at such a tense moment, his brain was still running at high speed. "If you lift the gun and load the shotgun, it would be better if you can have a longer range, or you can equip more Shenji guns, and place it at the left and right corners of the military formation, which will double the scales each."

This is an extremely bold idea. Once implemented, the range advantage of the Shenji Gun will no longer be useless. But at the same time, the requirements for formation and cooperation will be increased several times, and the commander of the Shenji Gun will also need to give more autonomy to the commander.

"Students, shoot." Thinking of this, Song Ke suddenly shouted again and waved the battle flag in his hand vigorously.

The students of the martial arts lecture hall who followed up again had no time to consider whether the order was appropriate, and instinctively chose to obey, "其,其,其,其." The gunshots were heard.

This round was closer and its effect was more obvious. Two obvious collapses were made in the Zhejiang Army's array, and everyone who was hit by the lead bullet died terrible.

"The student army can master the attack time by themselves, and the other regiments will continue to move forward." Song Ke quickly glanced at the opposite side, and his thoughts became more and more firm.

"The scholars and soldiers can master the attack time by themselves, and the other regiments will continue to move forward." The messenger was unable to turn this innovative move into the sound of suona, so he had to split his hands and run and repeat it over and over again.

The soldiers lined up in front of the army were not affected at all, but the students following the two rear corners of the warrior formation were greatly encouraged. The magic gun in their hands had been fired, so they stopped and loaded it on the spot. Before they had time to launch the launcher, they continued to follow the group of people and walked around while looking for the target.

""Bang, 克." "Bang, 克." Scattered muskets continued to hit the Zhejiang army, and blood was emitted.

Every casualty is in single digits, but every time, the death is a low-level officer like the chief and deputy centurion, or a brand-name head. The wounds on their bodies are extremely terrifying. Each place is the size of a bowl, exposing all the broken internal organs and bones.

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The Zhejiang army's array quickly changed shape. The soldiers in the front row laid their spears, raised their steel knives, and rushed towards the Huaian army as quickly as possible. The archers and crossbowmen in the back row placed the last arrow on the string and began to freely find the hunting target.

"Stabilize your position and keep moving forward." Song Ke, who accidentally made the enemy sprint time ahead of schedule, took a deep breath and tried to suppress the panic in his heart. The distance was not enough. The musket could break the armor at sixty steps, but the best killing effect was within thirty steps, especially the large lifting gun that used to switch to the shotgun. Within a range of fifteen to twenty steps, one sweep would be one piece. If the distance was more than thirty steps, the penetration ability of the shotgun would be reduced by at least half.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." The bronze whistle blew from the mouths of Tu Xiaodi and others clearly conveyed the orders of Lord Changshi. The chief general Chen De led the cavalry to clear the remaining enemies on the periphery. According to the rules of the Huai'an Army, the Chief Shi is the backbone of this team. Regardless of whether he has rich experience or not, the orders issued are correct, the regiment commanders and battalion commanders below must support them unconditionally.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom." The soldiers of the Huaian Army stepped on the rhythm of the copper whistle and continued to walk in unison. The most effective killer move was not from the two rows of spearmen in front. Therefore, they did not need to rely on speed to increase the attack power of the spears. They only needed to maintain a complete formation and maintain the contact area with the enemy, maintain this crushing momentum that was neither fast nor slow, but calm enough to suffocate the opponent.

"Cang." A crossbow arrow shot into Song Ke's helmet, shaking his eyes, and thunder sounded in his ears. It was an armor-breaking cone. It was lowered by two inches, which was enough to kill him. In anger, he turned his eyes to the direction where the crossbow arrow flew, and at the same time, his fingers silently hit the flagpole.

"Thirty steps are not enough." Another wave of arrow rain flew over, landing in front of him, splashing several blood flowers.

The archers of the Zhejiang Army made up their minds to capture the thief and the king, so at least hundreds of horned bows and feather arrows were aiming at his position. The personal guards around Song Ke tried to use various means to block them, and casualties were still inevitable.

"Twenty-five steps are not enough." "Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang." More feather arrows and crossbow arrows flew towards him, smashing the upright shield and shaking it.

"Twenty steps, persist, hold on for a few more breaths." The commander of the Fourth Army, Shi Songke, continued to raise the battle flag high and lead the team to advance towards the enemy. "Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom bo

More and more cold arrows made him difficult, but the battle flag of the Huaian Army was always advancing towards the enemy, "Eighteen, Seventeen." When he was sure that he had seen the face of Dong Zishuai, Song Ke suddenly pointed the battle flag forward, "Stop, attack."

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep,." The extremely short sound of suona appeared again on the battlefield.

"Brush." ​​In the first row, three hundred soldiers squatted down with Tu Xiaodi. The sharp four-edged spear tip lined up into a straight horizontal line at the height of ordinary people's choking throats.

"Brush." ​​The second row is another three hundred spears. The end touches the ground, and the spear tip is two inches higher than the first row, forming the second death line.

"Dong." Three hundred giant shields fell at the same time, and a half-man-high wooden wall rose from the ground behind the spearmen.

"Bang." One hundred guns raised, sprayed out thick smoke, and the heavy rain-like projectiles swept over the heads of the spearmen, swept into the Dong family army that rushed towards the opposite side, sweeping across the wheat field like hail.

"Before waiting for the big lifting gun to be blown away by the wind, more than 290 smoothbore guns fired at the same time, the muzzle almost hit the enemy's chest, and the bullet brought out a ball of dark red blood mist, (Note 1)

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom." Grenade explosions came one after another, and the two Dong family thousand-person teams who rushed over with the ambition to die were blown away.

The same killing was copied in different positions on the battlefield, and Hao copied it without any distortion. It was rigid and barbaric. When the last grenade explosion ended, the commander of the Fourth Army, Shi Songke, could no longer find any fully established enemy troops in his eyes. Even if it was as small as a team of ten people, it was impossible.

"Everyone has it, attack forward." He took a deep breath, pointed the battle flag in his hand at Dong Tuanxiao's handsome flag from afar. There were more than a dozen people standing below, maybe they had been beaten to death, standing in the smoke of gunpowder and lost their souls.

"Beep beep beep, beep beep, beep, beep,,." The sound of suona sounded again.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." The copper whistle worked hard to respond with a thousand years of unchanging rhythm.

Layer after layer of spears stood up, accompanied by the monotonous and friendly sound of copper whistles, the entire Huai'an Army Front slowly advanced forward again.

Any obstacles blocking it will be quickly crushed into powder.

"Danglang." The sword in Yang Qichang, deputy deputy of the Han army, fell on his battle boots, and went deeper into the sky, but he was unaware of it. His eyes continued to stare at the battle flag of the fourth army of the Huaian Army, watching it get closer and closer until it burns into a ball of flame in his eyes.

"Dang lang." "Dang lang." "Dang lang." Weapons fell from the remaining soldiers of the Dong family, covering them with dust, but his master no longer had the courage to pick them up again from the ground.

Note 1: The tactics of the spearman squatting and giving out attack space for the musketeers in the article were seen in Europe in the 16th century, not fabricated, and can be seen in many movies that reflect the wars of that era.
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