Chapter 761 Night Battle

Late at night, the snowy mountains.

Ma Can tied the old tree bark to his feet, and walked deeper and shallower. After passing through a mud, it turned out to be a swamp. After stepping on the cold and bone-bending snow-capped water, more than a thousand people could endure it.

Without saying a word, the thick-soled boots that were allowed to be dried were soaked in snow. They held up their muskets and crossed the swamp. The elite soldiers like strange soldiers were gasping for breath. They took off their boots while taking out their water and poured out the accumulated water.

This quagmire and swamp are the natural dividing line between the Ming army and the remnants of Jianlu.

Whether the Ming army wanted to attack mountains in large numbers or the Jianlu wanted to break through and flee, they could not avoid this large natural barrier.

Ma Can took off his boots with a strange expression, poured out the accumulated water, stuffed some umlauts randomly, and suddenly a strange thought arose in his heart. After experiencing such a bitter and cold war, there is still a better team of surprises in the world than this surprise.

Is it hard to fight in the mountains? This is a steel knife sharpened in the bitter cold, shining with cold light.

There are many mountains in the pass, and even if you enter the pass to quell the rebellion, you have to fight mountain wars. Ma Can suddenly understands his brother's plan.

My brother wanted to hone a team of elite soldiers who were good at mountain warfare in the bitter and cold land in the northern part of the border, and make complete preparations for entering the pass to quell the chaos in the future. He thought about things in his mind, put on his boots, and more than a thousand surprise soldiers wearing black uniforms entered.

The mountains and ridges were filled with scattered lines and searched for advancement. The tactics of scattered lines became more and more mature, and Europe in the same era also used scattered lines. The most representative one was the elite Dutch Royal Guards.

However, due to the limitation of the accuracy of firearms, there are very few people who dare to use scattered line tactics. Only elite troops like the surprise troops dare to spread their troops casually and crush the enemy with their outstanding individual quality.

Can reached out to hold a branch, knelt on one knee, and more than a thousand elite soldiers were in front, back, left and right, like night falcons flying out of their nests to hunt for food at night. They searched, moved forward alternately, and crossed the Jianlu defense line.

Several lines of defense arranged along the mountain were already full of holes and were attacked by many surprise troops at night, successfully clearing out the cross-border crossing. The surprise troops were different from the main force of the town army. The surprise troops were separated from the gaps along the defense line at night.

, go deep into the Jianlu Formation, and choose valuable big targets to fight, and it is hard to defend against.

On the front line, a figure flashed, and a shocking scream came. The Ming army behind them squatted down and the muskets hit their shoulders to provide cover for the front line comrades.

Soon a team official ran back and said ashamed: "You have missed the battle."

Ma Can was very unwilling to give up, but he refused to yell: "Get back!"

The surprise troops are concerned about attacking and being unprepared. Since the failure to touch the whistle, Ma Can decided to retreat on the whole line. The military orders were passed one by one to the front. More than a thousand people will turn into the front team and the back team will turn into the front team.

Retreat, one by one, one by one, a scattered soldier is erecting guns, looking for cover and retreating alternately, and retreating without being confused during the operation.

Bang!

A sudden gun sounded from the back team, shocking several night crows in the mountains. The surprise troops who accidentally exposed their whereabouts in Jianlu defense line were soon caught in a tough battle. The gun sound suddenly became dense, and the dense fire of the back team flashed, and the projectiles were thrilling.

After shooting, the Ming army fired guns one after another and shot against the flag soldiers who rushed from all directions.

The bowstring sounded, and a powerful arrow shot on the rocks, splashing a string of Mars.

Ma Can, who was half kneeling behind the rocks, did not move at all. He looked at the figure who was shooting the arrow, hugged the fire, and a crisp sound of the figure turned over and then fell silent.

Ma Can retracted from behind the rock and took out a small hammer to fill it up, and growled: "Shuizi, open the way!"

A figure bounced from the ground, and a sword light flashed, and more than a hundred Ming sabers and shields stood up one after another, holding shields, and rushing towards the back with flying arrows. The sword light appeared under the bright moonlight, and more than a hundred Ming army melee soldiers

Two or three people attacked with iron shields, and a sharp scream sounded.

"Retreat, retreat, don't fight!"

Ma Can bounced from behind the rock and shouted anxiously, with a muffled groan and his chest was slightly numb. He knew that he was caught in an arrow, and he was lazy to look at the arrow in his chest, and kicked over a soldier who was still aiming randomly.

The Thousand Ming Army didn't care whether the posture was elegant or not. They rolled down the mountain without fear of having more wounds on their bodies. These are the life-saving skills that veterans of the hundred battles learned with their blood. They went deep into the enemy's formation and were everywhere.

The enemy soldiers paused and the corpse was scattered on the spot.

More than a thousand Ming troops rolled, climbed, and fled down the mountain in various extremely indecent postures.

The vanguard, who was more than a hundred pioneers, was extremely brave and good at using swords and shields. The flash of swords flashed like a bamboo shoot. He easily tore open the obstacles of hundreds of Jianlu, left the ground, leaving blood pooling corpses.

"roar!"

There were rocks and muds in the mountains and soil piled up, and fierce soldiers rushed over with all kinds of weapons.

Bang!

A fierce flag soldier rushed over with a big knife. Three or five loading guards were about to come forward to stop him, but Ma Can pulled out his gun from his waist. With a quick aim, he shot a gun. The sword fell to the ground and hit him.

A crisp sound was made on the rocks, and several guards were shocked. The shooting technique at the head of the camp became more and more accurate. The flag soldier rushed to thirty steps and was knocked down by a gun. The hand guns were killed by the enemy thirty steps.

There are only a few things that can be done in the army, and it really lives up to the name of sharp shooting.

The reputation of the sharpshooter Ma Can has spread in the army, and it is even more legendary with his prominent background.

Now Ma Can is an idol worshipped by various towns. After Bai Qi, the Liao Palace has a Li Guang, and everyone is envious and admired. More than a thousand Ming troops ran wildly, leading the killer team to tear them along Zhang Shuizi.

The passage opened was retreating in a panic, and the guns were rushing to kill the Jianlu scattered soldiers who rushed out of the rocks one by one. The sound of guns, the howlings like beasts, and the sound of flowing arrows breaking through the air, rising and falling in the mountains and forests.

It is coming dawn, camp.

With a scream of pain, Ma Can rolled his eyes and watched the half-inch of the fissures being pulled out by the military doctor. He drank a sip of old wine and his body was burned.

"Major General is holding back!"

The doctor's Weibo greeted him, raised his neck and swallowed a mouthful of soju and sprayed it onto the wound.

Ma Can rolled his eyes again and swallowed his saliva. He had long been used to the rough treatment method of the doctor You Fang. He didn't know how this thief with thick hands and feet sneaked into the army and became a medical officer.

Not far away, Zhang Shuizi was jumping and cursing: "Silly, wait, why did you let a few thieves hurt the young master?"

"The thief has the face to return to the camp. Next time I will savor you to death!"

A group of personal soldiers were scolded by Zhang Shuizi so much that they couldn't raise their heads. They were taught a lesson and did not dare to provoke Zhang Shuizi. This peerless fierce man who often clamored to death, naturally, no one had ever seen anyone who had really crumbled to death.
Chapter completed!