Chapter 42: The Great Gate

"Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick," Zhu Chongjiu took the lead in rushing towards the enemy camp not far away, and more than a hundred guards followed closely, forming several invisible protection networks, both in front, behind and left and right.

Yelu Zhao's words are not completely accurate. The expensive and huge self-tone bell can not only be used to hide weapons and cannons, but also its most important function is to unify time. Although its error of day and night is as high as ten minutes, it has already top-notch accuracy in this era. The ability to be installed in a carriage and move with the army has made it a possibility for the commander to accurately determine it in the wild.

The seemingly insignificant progress clearly separates the two eras.

After learning that the central army had changed, most of the elite troops in the Xiangzhou military camp rushed to rescue the commander. Those who were left near the camp wall were only some garrison troops recruited from the local area. These garrison troops were nominally soldiers, but were actually equivalent to slaves of hundreds and thousands of adults. They were usually only responsible for farming and picking up crops for their immediate superiors, and had not received any formal training at all. When they were attacked suddenly, they reacted extremely flustered. The feather arrows shot out in a hurry often fell softly to the ground before they could get close to the target. Even if several shots were shot far away, their strength was obviously insufficient. When the running Huaian soldiers knocked them with shields and blades, they flew backwards and disappeared.

The combat level of the defenders is too amateur. Even the auxiliary soldiers of the Huai'an Army are ten times more powerful than their elite. What is more amateur is their mental toughness. When they found that they had no effect after firing two rounds of arrows, most of the soldiers immediately lost their weapons and squatted under the wooden wall of the village, holding their heads with their hands, and facing the sky. No matter how the signs next to them and the centurions coerced and tempted, they refused to look up at the opposite side.

"Stand up, stand up, hold a spear, poke out the fence, damn it, stand up, otherwise I will kill you first." Park Jung-gen, a centurion from Goryeo, ran around with a knife, urging his Han army to get up and continue fighting. The thousands of households in charge were blocked by assassins in the central army tent. Mongolian soldiers who truly knew how to fight also ran to the near to the central army tent to rescue their respective bosses. The remaining Goryeo servants, led a group of Han slaves who had not received any training, could they resist the full impact of the enemy? It was simply forcing ants to trip up the elephant, and it would not have any effect except turning themselves into powder.

If there is no effect, it must be blocked. Park Jung-geun is from Goryeo. After half a lifetime of hard work, he became a centurion. If he dared to take the lead in escaping, not only would he be executed, but his wives and children who remained in Yizhou City would suffer together. Therefore, he could only do his best to organize defense, delay time, and wait for the miracle to appear. What if the troubles in the tent of the Central Army are solved? What if the Mongolian men heard the sound of the enemy's horns, they could rush over quickly. What if

Nothing in case, a slender and bright sharp knife stabbed accurately between his two ribs through the gap in the fence, tilted from right to left, and reached the heart. The moment the opponent pulled out his weapon, Park Jung-gen felt extremely relaxed. He widened his eyes and tried to look at the dusk in the sky, as if it was the most beautiful scenery in the world. Then, he saw that the entire sky was turned down, wrapped himself and the earth, and wrapped it into endless darkness.

"Take a ladder, climb in and open the village gate." Zhu Chongjiu raised the pig-killing knife in his hand high and shouted loudly. It was rare to have another chance to visit the battlefield in person. From head to toe, every bone was full of excitement. However, the guards around him were very embarrassed, and they used their bodies to form a wall to form a fence to completely block the road ahead.

"What are you doing when you block me? Quickly, build a wall of people. Who can hurt me with such thick armor?" Zhu Chongjiu frowned slightly and shouted angrily.

The guards still did not take action, holding weapons and shields, and were on guard, blocking possible attacks in any direction for him. Everyone's mission was to protect the commander, rather than charge in the battle. Any credit for killing the general and seizing the flag could not compensate the chief general for being shot by the stumbler. Even the stumbler only scratched the oily skin on the back of the chief general's hand.

"Great grandma, I'm the order, wait." Before Zhu Chongjiu was furious, he threatened with a bloody pig-killing knife. Before he could finish his words, a burst of cheer suddenly came from a distance, "It's open, it's open, the door is open, Aslan, Aslan is mighty."

"Don't delay your kung fu, don't catch prisoners, the 21st Brigade continues to move forward and go straight to the central army, the 22nd Brigade goes to seize the granary, the 23rd Brigade clears the remaining enemies around the gate, and then sets up to push the camp deep into the camp." Wu Liangmou's figure suddenly appeared in the dark, holding a huge iron horn and quickly gives orders.

"Yes." The responses around him were like a slam. Near the open military camp gate, the soldiers of the Fifth Army were automatically divided into three major pieces. Under the leadership of Aslan, Xu Yi and Wu Liangmou, they rushed towards their respective targets.

The entire process of changing the formation was like flowing, without any delay in the middle. From several brigade commanders who were promoted to the position of last winter to ordinary soldiers who just joined the army this spring, they did not show any discomfort. For similar tactical changes, everyone practiced no less than twenty times in their daily training, and everyone knew exactly what they needed to do.

The most eye-catching performance at this moment was undoubtedly the 21st Brigade, responsible for rushing straight into the central army. The brigade commander Aslan held an iron spear in both hands, stabbed people when he encountered a spur, and ran over to block the enemy soldiers in panic, often could not even stand a round under his hands, and were directly smashed by the iron spear. Occasionally, one or two people who were still able to do it, barely dealt with the first move, and before he could counterattack, he was swallowed by other Huaian soldiers who rushed over later. Under the spear, he turned into broken sieves in the blink of an eye.

"Kill, kill, kill." More than 600 soldiers from the 21st Brigade, organized by the three regiment commanders, moved forward neatly with Aslan as the van. The spear on the outermost side of the team was like the fangs exposed by beasts. Anyone and livestock who were blocking the way forward were quickly torn into pieces by the fangs, row after row, and terrible.

The first one to come to fight the two Han army's thousand-man teams quickly collapsed and several other Han army's thousand-man teams ran towards the gate one after another. They didn't even dare to look at each other, so they turned around and retreated to the depths of the camp with the defeated soldiers.

Fighting tough battles is the business of the Mongolian men. Everyone is just a group of slaves, and they have to take turns to use kitchen knives. What's the right to steal the Mongolian men's mission? Besides, even if the Huaian army conquered the entire Yizhou, what's the difference between carrying long-term farmland for Zhu and the butcher Zhu, is it the same?

"Brothers, don't be in a fight. Come with me and take the granary for me." Seeing that the enemy was about to collapse, the brigade commander of the 22nd Brigade Xu Yisan held a knife in his hand and greeted the soldiers under his command.

His figure is far smaller than Aslan, so his performance is far less dazzling than the former. However, the more than 700 brothers he led were not slower than the 21st Brigade, and separated at a thirty-degree angle from his comrades. They rushed to the enemy's back camp from the flank. According to the shopkeeper Yelu, there was a place where the Yuan army stored food. There were more than 40 granaries in total. Even though they were half full at this moment, there were more than 200,000 stones. Since they were attracted by the Huaian Army, the enemy would not want to burn it.

The 23rd Brigade was personally directed by Wu Liangmou. Unlike the tactics of the first two teams, they pulled the team into a thick wall of four rows and advanced forward uniformly under the coordination of the whistle. When encountering an enemy who was fighting stubbornly, they quickly stabbed the ground with a spear. When encountering a tent blocking the road, they also stabbed the enemy who was pretending to be dead inside into a sieve, and then flew high into the air.

"Ah,." After dozens of tents were pierced, some lucky guys jumped out of the tent a little far away and ran away crying. The 23rd Brigade's advance speed did not change at all, and his movements remained unchanged. He continued to push forward in four rows, leaving an empty white ground wherever he passed.

"Well,!" Zhu Chongjiu, who walked in through the gate, regretfully put away the pig-killing knife. Nothing happened to him. Wu Liangmou, Aslan and Xu Yi were all alone. He, as the chief manager, continued to rush to the front line with his personal soldiers, which was equivalent to causing trouble for others. Therefore, it would be better to take the initiative and put away the knife and be a thorough observer, and he could also be quiet afterwards.

There are also two people who are equally strong and do not have the power to do anything to the other party. They are also Fu Youde and Ding Dexing. They are new to the two. Because they are not familiar with the internal operating rules of the Huai'an Army, they can only lead a brother of the company to stay with Zhu Chongjiu as a reserve team. The opponent cannot even organize the serious resistance. What's the use of leaving a reserve team on the Huai'an Army? They can only hold the Qiushuiyan feather sword in their hands and watch the fun with their eyes.

"You two, go and support the 21st Brigade immediately." Fortunately, Zhu Chongjiu could understand the feelings of the two, smiled, and ordered loudly, "The elite of the enemy army should be guarding near the central army at this moment. You go over and help Aslan with his help."

"yes."

"I will obey the order."

Fu Youde and Ding Dexing bowed excitedly, then waved their steel knives at the brothers around them, rushed forward with great strides, and in a blink of an eye, rushing to the opponent's central tent. Sure enough, a large number of enemy troops who were fighting stubbornly were seen here.

A total of about 2,000 Mongolian soldiers were blocking the front of the 21st Brigade in chaos. They could not organize an effective counterattack, nor were they willing to give in. They were delaying time entirely because of the number of people.

The triangular gun array of the 21st Brigade was also squeezed into a thin square by pressure from the opposite side. The brothers in the front row fought with their opponents, and the back rows seemed to be completely useless.

"We two, one left and one right." Fu Youde quickly winked at Ding Dexing and greeted him loudly. As a veteran who has been through the battlefield for a long time, he knew very well that in this situation, the best choice was not to fight side by side with the 21st Brigade, but to seek breakthroughs from both sides.

"Okay." Ding Dexing also understood that the opportunity to repay the favor of the general manager for knowing his grace was here, and he held up the steel knife and responded loudly.

However, before the two of them could pull their respective teams away, a shrill long whistle suddenly came from their ears, "Squeak, Squeak, Squeak, Squeak"

The spearmen in the front row who were confronting the enemy, suddenly squatted down to the ground, revealing the second row of brothers behind him.

Immediately afterwards, there were a series of thunderous sounds, "Will, Will, Will."

The brothers in the second row squatted down quickly with a smoke-producing musket, revealing the third row of brothers.

In the third row, there are more than 100 flat-end muskets.

“Bo, chuck, chuck, chuck.” “Bo, chuck, chuck, chuck.”

The sound of thunders continues and continues. The Meng Yuan soldiers blocking the road are like wheat in the storm, being cut down in rows.
Chapter completed!