The fat Mr. Su Mang was sitting on a horse wearing armor, and the Hequ horse under him, which is famous for its strength, was walking at an overwhelmed pace.
He walked in front of the horse army, turned to look at his nephew who was mixed in the entourage, frowned and said: "Danba, come to the front, you...can I steal your gold or something?"
He didn't know what to say. His nephew, Mr. Danba, was wearing a chainmail and had a bulging belly. He obviously had those few kilograms of gold in his arms again.
"Uncle, do we have to be at the front of the military formation?"
Danba then moved forward to hit the horse, while looking back: "The Han people have big guns, and King Baili's successor is behind them."
"Oh, my sister is such a good woman, why did she marry a short-lived coward like your father and give birth to a guy like you who is more cowardly than a rabbit!"
Su Mang shook his head, but when he looked at his nephew, there was no mocking in his eyes, only distress, and said: "Danba, your land has been stolen by others. Stand next to me, and my uncle will not let anything happen to you."
He felt that his nephew had learned all the unnecessary things for a noble, but he had not learned the fundamentals of being a noble.
Danba said: "Uncle, it's not that I'm timid. You don't know... they have large guns. They can hit several of them at a distance of a hundred steps. It's too dangerous in front of the formation."
Three thousand Baili troops are advancing.
Su Mang took off his semicircular steel helmet with peacock feathers and buckled it on his nephew's head, then pulled his reins and walked sideways in front of the military formation.
He said Danba, do you know why we have land and surnames?
Danba didn't know, or he didn't know the profound meaning of his uncle's question, because it was too simple.
They are nobles, and only nobles have surnames and land in this land.
"Nobles can be kind, diligent, and temperate, or they can be cruel, lazy, and greedy. It doesn't matter."
The fat Master Su Mang pressed his mount tremblingly, and pointed at Danba on horseback: "Only for the land and the surname, you must give everything. Without the land, there is no surname, and without the surname, you are a slave."<
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"Your land has been ripped off and trenches dug. This is your war. You can't hide behind other nobles, but don't be afraid."
"Don't worry about what they have." Su Mang has never seen it, and Su Mang doesn't care: "Uncle, I will stand with you. Su Mang's people are our blood armor and human shields."
When he waved his hand on horseback, more than 300 naked Su Mang recruited slaves to form a square formation, each holding utensils and bowing their heads forward.
War horses galloped back and forth between the three armies, and the dust they raised blocked the light of dusk.
Beside the trench of Danba Manor, Wai Liangzi was immersed in his work and kept asking: "Does this count as violating military orders? The handsome man only said that common people's door panels are not allowed to be removed, and noble door panels should be able to be removed... Quick, quick, quick,
Put up the board wall."
Things had been prepared when digging the trench, but I didn't expect that when Dai Daozi walked in front, the enemy crossed the river in hindsight.
Wailiangzi was very excited. He practiced back and forth in the training camp for several months, and what he learned was finally put to use.
Several Han soldiers demonstrated in front, the Fan soldiers were busy working, and the Mongolian soldiers carried gunpowder, muskets, a wooden cannon and feather arrows.
The split door panels became a natural low wall, which was smashed into the soft earth with a wooden mallet, and soil was poured between the two wooden boards.
Wai Liangzi jumped up and down on the earth wall.
The wall built by the six of them has two layers of thick wooden boards, the lower layer of the middle earth wall is two feet thick, and the upper layer is one foot thick.
After the soldiers trampled the earth wall through the wooden planks, loaded the ammunition for the muskets, strung the horn bows, loaded the wooden cannons, and inserted a row of feather arrows under their feet.
Wailiangzi just wiped the sweat from his forehead, fastened his helmet, exposed his head from behind the earth wall, looked at the army getting closer and closer in the distance, then looked at the thickness of the earth wall, and fell into deep thought.
This kind of earthen wall was taught in the infantry training camp to prevent artillery fire. It can prevent the lion cannon from Cao Yao's artillery camp from firing horizontally a hundred steps away.
But the enemy... the enemy seems to have no cannons.
Wailiangzi wiped the sweat from his chin again, cursed his mother, frowned and said to himself: "Why don't they have cannons?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the top of his head by a veteran who had just put down his axe: "Isn't it better to have no cannon? I don't want to see your aunt and sons anymore?"
After saying that, several Han soldiers laughed.
Wai Liangzi, who had been slapped, had an angry look on his face for a moment, but then he heard his mother-in-law and son, who also squinted and straightened their helmets with evil smiles.
He is an unlucky lucky guy.
It was only in the spring of this year that I got the nickname of this crooked gangster.
Once upon a time, he was also a Tang soldier in Ningxia. In the spring, he used a horse hoof to measure Qinghai Lake for Marshal Liu. He was very unlucky.
The hundreds of Tang soldiers who accompanied him fought with the Xifan tribe in Haixi for a while. No one else was even injured. Only he was hit on the bridge of the nose by a stone thrown, and he got the bandit name.
I ran for two days with nosebleeds. I originally wanted to exchange food with the Xifan tribe, but I found a Mongolian tribe in Hainan. All the men in that tribe had gone to fight, and the rest were women and children who couldn't mount horses.
There was only one old cripple who knew Chinese and medical skills. Hearing that they were not here to fight, the old man wanted to exchange for food, so he bought them two saddles, three blankets and a wrist-cutting knife.
He also treated the bridge of his nose by the way. He was very grateful, so he took off his knife and gave it to the old man.
Now it was the old man's turn to be confused. He gave him a steel knife just to fix his nose. What kind of rich kid is this?
It happened that the old man's son-in-law died last year. Seeing how pleasing the crooked nose was, I decided to introduce my daughter to him.
The eldest girl was three years older than Wailiangzi. She could ride horses and shoot arrows, raise sheep, feed horses, chop people and set bones. She even gave him two Mongolian sons, one ten and twelve years old, for free.
Wailiangzi, everyone was so stupid at the time, why the hell did he do such a good thing?
He was in Ningxia and had wanted to get married for a long time. From sixteen to twenty-six, he couldn't get married.
In this age, it is not difficult to get married, depending on the price.
In Liu Dashuai's hometown, no matter who you like, old or young, tall or short, fat or thin, you can put straw flags around your neck. They can be found at the city gate. No money is taken from them. As long as you have the guts to remove the straw flags, the big girl and the little daughter-in-law will do it.
You can take it home.
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Of course, if a girl follows you, you have to feed others.
But in Wailiangzi's hometown, you have to get ready food, and you can't survive with two hundred catties.
Don't look at Wai Liangzi's martial arts skills, but it's useless to wait for a few or five people to get close to him. He doesn't look at this when looking for a partner. The matchmaker will turn away as soon as he hears that he is a soldier.
As many bricks as there are on the three sides of the Great Wall in Shaanxi, there are as many paupers and short-lived ghosts with martial arts skills who will not live to thirty years beside the Great Wall.
When Wai Liangzi gave away a steel knife, he not only got an aunt, but also a son, which made him stand out from Liu Shizi's army of bachelors.
When he returned to Haibei to report the incident, Liu Shizi was so happy that he specially singled him out from the Tangqi team. He took a month off, prepared a betrothal gift, and went to visit his father-in-law when he went south.
Now the crooked father-in-law and mother-in-law have all been taken to Cowan.
The mother-in-law was assigned to raise sheep in the market, and it was said that the cattle and sheep sold by Taiji were all raised by her mother-in-law; the father-in-law also joined the medical team of the carrier, and was in charge of setting the bones of people who fell in the training camp.
The two Mongolian sons were still young, so they first learned language in the military training camp and fed the horses. When they were older, they entered the military training camp and became regular soldiers, where father and son went into battle.
So the slap he received was not unjust.
Wai Liangzi dug the wooden pole of the heavy gun into the soil, placed the muzzle of the gun on the earth wall, leaned forward in a lunge, firmly placed the heavy gun on his shoulder, and tilted his neck to aim forward. p>
The newly made heavy musket is not very comfortable in positional warfare.
The bearded veteran also set up a heavy gun next to him and aimed into the distance, saying: "Anyway, there is no reward for the head. After a while, several heavy guns were brought closer and aimed again. It is best to kill their nobles at once.
Like that mute, what is the name of that official position?"
"Generation."
"Yes, try to beat them to death in one go. These high-ranking officials and nobles carrying sheep are all the same. They start the battle lightly. Those who are beaten to death on the battlefield are all the children of poor families."
Wai Liangzi was convinced that they were all people who had seen the world.
When people live in one place for a long time, they will think that the world is just that big.
But the wealth in some places in the world will exceed people's imagination, and the poverty in some places will also exceed people's imagination.
Marching from the north to the south of the sea, there was no shortage of civilians sent by the nobility to send Ula to carry supplies for them. Some nobles sent Ula to lead the people for more than 200 days a year.
More than two hundred days is almost like a slave, because there will be heavy snow and the mountains will be closed for several months.
"I guess when I go back this time, the commander will pay me the monthly salary."
Wailiangzi is looking forward to receiving his salary again so that he can have enough food for himself and the whole family before getting married. Marshal Liu will give him enough food rations so that he can follow the horse and travel around the world.
But now that I have my mother-in-law, I suddenly look like a serious person again, and food is not as valuable as it used to be.
He felt that he still needed some money, even if it was just one tael of lion tickets a month, he had to have some living needs.
Several Han soldiers fell into fantasy. Although the last time they received pay was a bit far away, people were indeed eager to pursue a better life.
They need money.
Suddenly, the bearded veteran narrowed his eyes and said: "Here we come!"
The sound of drums and drums in the distance, and the whining trombones and shin horns blew out a rough and powerful whine, which was breathtaking.
The military formation slowly pressed forward, and the slave army formation in front stopped. Three Ruben troops stopped behind them, with long banners fluttering. Horse teams gathered in all directions to protect the formation. Each Ruben army sent out its subordinates holding bird cannons and fire cannons.
Serf soldiers with Indian muskets and other types of muskets stood in front of the formation.
The Han soldiers behind the trench looked at the military formation, with a bit of caution on their faces. This army looked quite decent, and it was worthy of sweeping Nang Qian's troops.
Rows of infantry were divided into three groups, carrying shields and advancing towards the camps at the two corners of the manor. Basan's army also blew the horn and fired dense arrows into the distance.
Behind the manor, four hundred herders under Xie Erhu got on their horses and paced slowly on both wings with bows and arrows, putting pressure on the enemy from the outside.
The slave infantry braved the rain of arrows and set up their shields fifty steps away. Then one or two hundred musketeers from each of the three groups stepped forward.
The battle process was suddenly accelerated at this time. The musketeers each started shooting under the cover of shields. The Han soldiers who used heavy guns relied on fortifications to cover themselves and did not fight back.
Baili's three armies each separated more than a hundred plateau heavy cavalry, with the left and right wings as the main force, and the center army as preparation, and attacked the Mongolian army on the two wings behind the manor.
At the same time, three lines of slave infantry carried bundles of branches on their backs, each holding a weapon. With the help of muskets, they attacked the camps at the two corners of the manor from the side.
They are battle-hardened slaves and have become very proficient in this simple and effective attack sequence.
Before Baili's plateau cavalry could reach the Mongolian herdsmen, the opponents had already rushed away and took them away from the battlefield at the edge of the manor. They were surrounded by small groups and shot with bows and arrows.
It is difficult for their bows and arrows to cause damage to the heavy cavalry wearing mail. The real damage is to rely on raising the spear and waiting for the opportunity to assassinate. However, this is very dangerous for the Mongolian herdsmen... The enemy's bows and arrows can kill them.
Basang remained silent in front of the battle, and gathered his soldiers to defend the trench, shooting at the troops rushing up with bows and arrows.
There were wooden spikes inserted in the trench, but the muskets had a very obvious frightening effect on them, and few slave soldiers dared to stand up and fire arrows.
This battle was overwhelming for Bailey's slaves. They rushed to the edge of the trench, bundled the branches they carried and threw them down the trench, and in a blink of an eye, they filled in a road for passage in front of the formation.
People struggled to cross the trench on bundles of branches.
The slaves who are about to engage in hand-to-hand combat look into each other's eyes.
Basang suddenly raised his arms and shouted, his slave soldiers also shouted, and people shouted the same language: "We are all slaves, surrender, and be your own master!"
Such shouts suffocated the charging array of slave soldiers, but for just a moment, people looked left and right and continued to charge forward.
No one wants to fight. The slaves in front of the battle, Lang Sheng, Duiqiong and Chaba, the war means nothing to them except death.
But they have no choice. For those who have nothing, the master is everything to them; and for those who have families, their wives, children, uncles, nephews, brothers and sisters are all in the hands of the master.
Even if you see an iron gun in front of you, you can only charge.
What's more, being caught in the crowd, there is no other way.
The heavy guns of the Han soldiers rang out.
The trench wall in front of the main entrance of the manor formed an excellent shooting angle for the camps on both sides. The two heavy guns of Wailiangzi and Dabeard were aimed in the same direction and fired at the same time.
A large cloud of gunpowder smoke exploded in front of the formation, and the gun butt slammed into the shoulders of the two men. The loud noise caused dirt to rise from their bodies, as if their souls were out of their bodies.
Two heavy bullets passed fifty steps away, and one missed and flew to an unknown destination.
The other lead bullet stabbed diagonally through two stomachs, three arms and one leg, releasing all the force on one spine, wrapping the muscles and broken bones behind the spine in a piece of rag strips and beating it for several steps.<
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In an instant, a bloody path was opened in front of the formation.
The slaves on the left wing instantly dispersed from their formation amidst the wails of their companions, scrambling to avoid them.
But death terrifies them, and slave owners also terrify them. Most of them choose to go forward and charge Basan's position desperately.
Many people died on this road, until the scattered slaves could not break away from the gathered slaves, and the large area was divided into three pieces. Some people fled back to the trench, and some squatted on the ground and surrendered.
There are still some people who will always lie on the land of Master Danba.