The squad leader of the cavalry corporal put the short-barreled Minie rifle on his back, threw the horse's reins to one of his soldiers, stepped in front of a corpse, and turned over the corpse with the toes of his boots.
The face of the deceased was dark and rough, weather-beaten, and his age could not be seen. The corpse was wearing rough armor, and a helmet had rolled far away. The corporal carefully looked at the dirty and worn uniforms and equipment on his body, and felt that it was very strange.
Familiar - The corporal served as a cavalryman in Guyuan Town three years ago. When the Tatars entered the customs for the first time, they followed the army to Beijing when "King Qin" mutinied due to lack of pay and dispersed to the Central Plains.
The changes in his life finally made him travel thousands of miles and become a Fubo Army cavalry corporal wearing a cavalry cloak. The other party only brought a long knife, not a bow and arrow, and was obviously not prepared for an armed conflict - they just came out.
Robbery.
The corporal looked around, and his soldiers were gathering together the horses abandoned by the rebels. The leaders valued the horses very much, and the credit for bringing these horses back was enough.
The corporal took off the long knife beside the body and threw it on the horse - this long knife was still of some value. They were now in short supply of cavalry weapons. Lingao had not yet made cavalry sabers, so the cavalry equipment was equipped with standard machetes. Although the quality of the blade was
Yes, after all, it was not suitable for cavalry horse fighting. Therefore, Zhu Mingxia ordered to pay attention to collecting Ming army cavalry long knives suitable for cavalry.
After rescuing the first batch of refugees, the cavalry squad continued to search for the large group of refugees reported in the intelligence. It was not difficult to find them. On a clear day, the snow dust raised when the large group of people moved around could be seen from a distance.
They quickly found these people, and their positions were not much different from those during the initial investigation. The large and disorderly team moved slowly, less than two kilometers per hour.
The scout cavalry carefully stopped not far away and observed the refugee group.
The refugee team is large and mixed. Although it looks like a large group of gray people, in fact there is a certain organization among them. Generally speaking, the village and the clan are the core, forming a group-within-a-group situation. The young and middle-aged people walk on the periphery, and the old people walk on the periphery.
Weak women and children were in the middle, as well as wheelbarrows filled with tattered household items and food. Sometimes people who were unable to walk or were infirm could ride on the carts for a while.
There are also some people who are marginalized. They are completely pushed to the periphery of the crowd, without any rest or help. Except for the particularly strong people, they gradually fall behind and become prisoners of the rebels or a corpse in the snow.
The corporal was not in a hurry to ride up - there was no way a dozen or so people could control so many refugees, and it would be even more difficult to disperse the crowd if they were frightened.
However, at this time, he suddenly discovered that there were horses galloping past and raising snow smoke next to the team. He unconsciously shouted: "There is something! Pay attention!"
All the soldiers stood up straight and looked around. Through the gaps in the crowd, you could vaguely see some cavalry passing quickly around the crowd from time to time. Every time they passed the edge of the crowd at close range, there would always be a burst of sound.
Shouts and screams.
The corporal knew that these refugees had been entangled by the rebel cavalry - the rebels were small, and they did not dare to move forward when thousands of people gathered together. They just harassed one side and launched a surprise attack from time to time to disperse the refugees on the edge and delay the refugees.
The movement speed consumes their physical strength. After other large groups of rebels arrive, they can slowly divide this big fish.
The two sides were in a stalemate like this. The refugees knew very well that the longer the time went on, the more rebels would be there, and the harder it would be for them to escape, and they would inevitably be doomed in the end. Some villages had dealt with local warriors in the past, and they had weapons in their hands.
An operation to expel the rebel rangers was once organized. However, this loose attack did not have much effect other than allowing the rebels to kill a few people. It only temporarily drove the rebels away, and the rebels would soon follow.
The team could not move at all. However, if a small number of people broke away from the large group and moved forward quickly, safety could not be guaranteed - no clan or village group could remain unbroken under the attack of fifty or sixty cavalry - even if they had hundreds of people.
During such slow progress with occasional skirmishes, many people had exhausted their physical strength. Many exhausted people simply sat down on the ground, closed their eyes and waited to die.
The scout cavalry immediately turned back to look for the main force and reported the team's exact location. Zhu Mingxia immediately ordered the entire army to seize a favorable position and intercept the refugee group head-on.
When the large army arrived, the refugee community had stopped moving at all. There were already about a hundred rebel cavalry wandering around the refugees. From time to time, someone would shoot an arrow into the crowd, like a wolf watching a flock of sheep.
very dangerous.
"Huang Xiong! Array!" Zhu Mingxia shouted.
"Yes!" Huang Xiong ran out immediately, "Two rows of lines!"
Following his command, non-commissioned officers at all levels quickly conveyed the order. An infantry company launched a 75m wide second-row battle line on the slope in front of the hill. Two typewriters were placed on the flanks - a 12-pound mountain howitzer.
It was very light, but the ammunition was inconvenient to carry manually, so Zhu Mingxia did not bring it.
The Xiangyong Company and the Baggage Company were behind the team, guarding the work team and the refugees received along the road.
This formation was very novel at the time, especially the strangely thin front line - the level of firearms at the time was not enough to support such a weak front line. The rebels who were gathering to fight were wondering what kind of bullshit formation this was.
At that time, Zhu Mingxia took up his SKS-D and fired the first shot - one shot hit a rebel, and the 7.26mm M43 bullet passed through his body and hit another rebel. This rifle has been modified to shoot very fast.
It's so comfortable that some veterans who didn't understand military affairs once mistaken it for an AK-47. The firepower in the semi-automatic shooting mode is also ferocious enough. In this time and space, automatic firepower is more of a waste of ammunition.
After the first shot was fired, Huang Xiong immediately ordered a salvo. The battle line fired two salvos in succession in accordance with the requirements of the drill. The gathered cavalry suddenly became confused. Although the distance of more than 200 meters greatly reduced the accuracy of the shooting,
The concentration of the rebels just allowed the Mini rifles to take advantage of the group's target firepower.
Two waves of lead bullets swept through the rebel ranks, causing screams and neighing of horses. The men who were shot and fell under the horses immediately trampled the injured and frightened horses to death.
"Free fire!" Following Zhu Mingxia's order, more than a hundred rifles rushed to open fire. Then two typewriters spit out tongues of flame, and the rebels were shot and fell off their horses. Some of the rebels who were not shot saw that the situation was not good and rode off.
Just run.
Zhu Mingxia fired half a clip of bullets continuously, but only one more person was left. Hitting a moving target at a distance of more than 200 meters relied on luck, so he didn't waste bullets.
"Stop shooting!" he ordered, "the cavalry goes to collect the horses! Move quickly, the work team, the Xiangyong Company controls the refugees!"
He noticed that the refugees were making a commotion during the battle just now, and seemed to be moving again. The situation must be controlled immediately, otherwise the crowd would not be able to achieve their goal once they dispersed.
He just used a luxurious lineup and huge ostentation to expel dozens of rebels. On the one hand, he quickly stabilized the situation. On the other hand, it also meant to scare the monkeys: he used thunder and lightning to drive away the rebels and scare the refugees.
After dispersing the rebels, the reception team took control of the refugees. Zhu Mingxia ordered the soldiers to guard the refugees with weapons, and the huge typewriters were fiercely directed at these poor people. He did not think that these thousands of people would follow him honestly -
―These people were able to reach this point. In fact, they were already a large-scale armed refugee group. He noticed that many young and middle-aged people had sticks and sharpened wooden guns in their hands, and some carried farm tools used as weapons. The changes along the way.
There are too many, and the most important thing is that there are rebels who are eyeing him. He has to use some tricks to complete the mission.
This place is less than twenty miles away from the county seat of Huang County. Huang County's rebel infantry group is dispatched. If there is no delay, they can get here in two hours, and the cavalry can be even faster.
However, judging from the scouts' reports, the main force of the rebels in Huang County is still busy raping, looting and enjoying their spoils in the city. There are still small groups of wandering people outside the city, and there will be no large-scale formation in a short time.
The size of the pursuers.
"Huang Xiong, ask someone to tie up these refugees with ropes, and you can see how I spread the beans to form an army."
After the cavalry shot and killed several refugees who tried to escape in the chaos, the entire refugee team came to a halt. The work team and the village heroes shouted with loudspeakers: "Everyone kneel down! Hold your heads with your hands!"
Zhu Mingxia's plan to spread the beans into an army was very simple. He first selected the stronger refugees. According to Zhu Mingxia's requirements, as long as they were physically strong and in good spirits, they were divided into groups of twenty people, with men and women mixed among them. Their right hands were arranged according to the six
They were tied to a rope ten centimeters apart, so that they could only walk in one column, and then let a village hero hold the rope and walk. The pace and speed were controlled by the village hero. These village warriors were all selected, strong and well-trained.
The results were good, and they already had a sense of queue. Let them lead the refugees, and it really had the effect of ordering the queue. Once the team was in order, it would move faster.
Everything on the wheelbarrow except food and cotton clothes was discarded, and the old, weak, women and children were placed in the middle of the group. Because the wheelbarrow was limited, some children were carried on the backs of some stronger men and women.
The task force did not need persuasion or inducement - they were followed by soldiers holding rifles with bayonets, and any refusal or delay would be met with a ruthless bayonet. As a result, the huge group of refugees was quickly sorted out.
According to Zhu Mingxia's estimation, there would be no problem in walking to the transfer point before dark, and then the refugees would be able to huddle together to rest and stay warm. Even if a large group of enemies chased after dawn, he would have no difficulty relying on the village.
Fight a battle and drive the enemy back.^-^^-^
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