Chapter 669: Correcting Name

Zhang Shuizi was like a clever raccoon cat, jumping in the trench, dodging all kinds of messy obstacles. A half-year-old boy was carrying a short pick and ran with a grunt. The frontier position was extremely damaged, and it was also obvious.

The army was so arrogant that it was so close to digging the trenches so easily, and naturally it was also so easy for the defenders to rob camps at night. There was no way to take advantage of the world that could make a profit.

There are overturned chicken buses, miscellaneous items, and corpses everywhere.

Zhang Shuizi cleverly lifted a corpse and looked at a comrade whose neck was cut and whose mouth and nose were bleeding. She grinded her teeth. This Jianlu was really treacherous. He hid so many small cannons and couldn't help but suddenly

When I came here like this at night, I was caught off guard.

"Brother Shui, Brother Shui, there is a living!"

The half-best boy behind him pushed a overturned chicken bus away and pulled an auxiliary soldier out of the mud. The auxiliary soldier opened his eyes and screamed in pain.

Zhang Shuizi gently put the knife on his neck and whispered: "Do you want to live? Silence!"

The auxiliary soldier was startled and hurriedly covered his mouth. The three of them searched along the trench, searching for wounded patients under the command of Zhang Shuizi, and searching for weapons.

Half a quarter of an hour later, more than ten auxiliary soldiers and two combat soldiers had gathered in the trench.

Many people had their weapons but most of them were damaged. A thin soldier fiddled with the broken short gun, and was a little annoyed. He looked around and had to pick up a shovel.

At this moment, noisy footsteps sounded outside the trench.

Zhang Shuizi turned his wrist and held the knife with his back hand, made a gesture, half-squatted and half-kneeled and curled up into the shadow, and found a visual dead corner. This was also a skill that he had learned from licking blood from the knife's mouth for many years. More than ten auxiliary soldiers and two combat soldiers

He squatted down in a hurry and hid in like his way. Invisible front and near, the footsteps were getting louder and denser, and even the heavy breathing of the enemy soldiers was clearly heard. The Ming army in the trenches held various farm tools tightly,

It looks a bit funny.

Smack, a black shadow jumped into the trench, and a staggered almost fell, but he did not find the Ming army in the shadow behind him.

More and more soldiers jumped into the trench, and fell like dumplings, which made Zhang Shuizi narrow his eyes and suddenly burst out from the dead corner. A sword flashed, and a newly landed soldier covered his throat in horror, staggering.

When they escaped, sneered, the enemy soldier tried hard to block the wound with his hands, but the blood was sprayed out, spraying the blood of several enemy soldiers around him. Among the blood sprayed all over the sky, more than ten Ming troops rushed forward and fell into a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

The same scene was staged in a very short period of time, and the whole line of battle was fierce.

The slim and flexible Zhang Shuizi dodged left and right, avoided a knife that was slashing over, and brought up a piece of blood with his backhand. He stepped on his feet in a small step and then avoided a chop from top to bottom.

The axe that came over crashed into the arms of a tall enemy soldier like a spirit cat. The tall enemy soldier screamed in horror, and looked at a short blade stabbing in his chest in horror, squeezing his force, and kneeling down without saying a word.

After killing several enemies in a row, Zhang Shuizi adjusted his heavy breathing and was stunned.

Unexpectedly, the comrades who used short picks and shovels to fight, actually killed the superior number of soldiers and defeated the army. The short picks were swung with pointed tips on both ends, and it was a big hole when they were chiseled on their bodies. The snow-lit ones

The shovel was even more powerful when swung by, and a long bloody hole was swung over. A group of Ming army auxiliary soldiers who used agricultural tools actually gained the upper hand in the trench hand-to-hand combat.

Zhang Shuizi was stunned for a moment, and then he turned his wrist and bullied a soldier nearby.

The enemy soldier holding a knife in his hand was being slashed and slashed by an auxiliary soldier who was wielding a shovel and retreating repeatedly, roaring in anger.

As soon as the sword flashed, a huge head fell to the ground.

The Ming army's auxiliary soldiers also received three months of training for recruits. They also practiced basic shooting skills, arrays, and group fights, and were not farmers who had no foundation.

"kill!"

The fight in the trench gradually subsided. Not far away, three or four auxiliary soldiers using pickaxes and shovels formed a formation to siege a strong enemy soldier who used swords and shields. One held a shovel in both hands and slashed around two or three used pickaxes.

You pick up and I kill the strong man staggered back, but he couldn't even pay back his hand.

Bang!

A pickaxe was scattered on the Han army shield, splashing a series of sparks. The enemy soldiers staggered and fell down, and the shield could not be held.

Puff!

Another pickaxe was squirting hard on the forehead, white and red, and the Han army's good hand, who made the sword and shield, opened his eyes wide and fell down. His eyes were still wide open, and he was still wide open and he could not hide his eyes.

Not willing to give up, a sharp soldier who used a sword and shield would die under a pickaxe waved by a farmer.

Deadly silent, the auxiliary soldier knocked a very powerful enemy soldier with one pickaxe to death, and was so scared that he shivered that he still had the pickaxe. Zhang Shuizi looked at the corpses everywhere and was stunned again. He never thought it would be so relaxed, so he cleaned up.

The Han army, which had a slightly larger number of people, was suspicious in their hearts, whether the Han army had become so vulnerable. Looking around, the group of auxiliary soldiers holding pickaxes and holding shovels seemed not so ridiculous.

In almost the same number of hand-to-hand combat, only four of his men died and two injured, and they still had the strength to fight.

"Follow me!"

Zhang Shuizi shouted softly, and a group of auxiliary soldiers behind him were carrying the guys, followed by the Ming army soldiers with magical swordsmanship, searching along the trench with murderous intent. When he saw a large group of encampments, he roared and waved it as if he was funny.

The ridiculous farm tools rushed forward. Their combat skills were so clumsy that they only knew basic tricks of chopping, chopping, and pounding. Their team's siege and killing looked very naive, but they killed the Han army, who were used to fighting alone, in a very embarrassing manner.

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Back formation, Ming army camp.

The front line was in full swing, and in the commander's camp, the former deputy general Qiao Yiqi was sweating profusely, gathering soldiers from one battalion to the front line. Qiao Yiqi did not dare to look up at Ma Shuai's face, and only one thought in his mind, the disaster was gone,

There was a big chaos, with only 20,000 auxiliary soldiers on the front line, about 3,000 combat soldiers. In the night battle, he would inevitably be defeated by the enemy army. If a large number of defeated auxiliary soldiers attacked the central army camp, he would not be enough to die a hundred times.

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Underestimating the enemy and being careless, Qiao Yiqi fell into deep regret. He, the deputy general of the town army, did too incompetent.

Ma Cheng was naturally calm and leisurely. Qiao Yiqi's arrangement cannot be wrong. In this era without excavators, if you want to destroy the city wall, you can only use a large number of auxiliary soldiers and use manpower to carry out civil and log tunnel operations. However, the frontier positions can only place so many troops.

With more auxiliary soldiers, there will naturally be fewer combat soldiers. After this battle, it is imperative to convert the auxiliary soldiers into engineer troops.

Half an hour later, there was no large-scale defeat in the front line troops.

An hour later, the frontier positions were still fighting fiercely on the whole line. Qiao Yiqi rushed out of the coach's tent and looked at the most intense battle situation on the front line. He was shocked and wondered if he had resisted it. What were the 20,000 auxiliary soldiers and 3,000 combat soldiers?

Withstand the shelling of a large number of small cannons by the enemy army, the night attack of large elite soldiers, without a large-scale defeat, Qiao Yiqi felt it was very unreal, and I don’t know if he was dreaming, could all of those 20,000 weak auxiliary soldiers besides
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