Arinzhe looked at the completely chaotic military formation in front of him, running around in all directions, with muskets firing in rows, with a sullen expression on his face, wondering why it was so difficult to defeat this small earthen fence.
"Tulichen, lead two Niulu cavalry and charge forward."
"Zha" Tu Lichen accepted the order and left.
A phalanx of archers immediately retreated to the back to find their horses, preparing to attack the regiment.
At this time, Shangziying was throwing jars of kerosene carried on his back at the siege weapons, and then igniting them. The battlefield was blazing with flames, and streams of black smoke shot straight into the sky.
A regiment of more than a thousand people pursued the fleeing bandits and the Jiannu war cavalry mixed in with the bandits. The continuous fire cannons played an overwhelming role in the close combat. The backs of the fleeing enemy troops were exposed to the muzzle of the gun.
The child fell to the ground.
Yang Fan saw a large group of cavalry rushing towards him.
"Everyone pay attention, gather up the formation and form a circle formation." Following the people around Yang Fan waving the colorful flags, thirty teams from the two battalions quickly gathered towards Yang Fan to form a circle formation.
The first row of the square is sword and shield soldiers, the second row is musketeers, and the third row is spear soldiers.
Seeing that the regiment was no longer pursuing the pursuit, the defeated soldiers quickly ran to both sides as a large number of cavalry rushed forward.
Six hundred cavalry appeared in front of the phalanx.
There are six squads on each front, and there are six squads of reserves in the middle.
"Hurry up and reload," Yang Fan ordered loudly.
When the cavalry rushed to thirty meters, both barrels were loaded.
There are three rows on the front, each with sixty people and sixty muskets.
"Fire!" Mo Zuo ordered.
A line of fire flashed ahead and a puff of smoke spewed out.
A dozen cavalrymen on the opposite side were shot and fell off their horses. Thirty meters away, the power of the muskets was enough to penetrate triple armor or cause blunt injuries.
Then there was a volley of fire every less than a second. Once again, a dozen cavalry fell off their horses. When the cavalry rushed to a range of ten meters, all nine rounds of bullets were fired, and more than a hundred cavalry were shot off their horses. The second row quickly
They retreated to change the barrel. The third row quickly stepped forward and stretched out the five-meter spear from between the shields.
Aiming at the cavalry, the spears were like a forest.
The head of the spear is pointed upward at a thirty-degree angle, and the spear at the tail is inserted into the soil and stepped on with its feet.
Jiannu's cavalry was knocked down, and more than a hundred of them still rushed forward bravely, charging directly at the spears. They were not afraid of death.
"The upper camp changed into a horizontal formation. The fifteen teams of the lower camp retreated fifty meters and formed a new horizontal formation." Yang Fan ordered.
Jiannu did not adopt the strategy of encircling and attacking, but instead adopted the front arrow formation unmoved and broke through directly in the center.
The cavalry rushed into the battle line, spears pierced the horses' bodies, and the spear shafts broke off. The huge kinetic energy directly knocked many people in the first row of sword and shield soldiers flying out.
At the cost of losing dozens of people again, the remaining more than 400 cavalrymen rushed into the formation. The officers in the regiment training shouted at the top of their lungs, ordering the soldiers to get up and fight hand to hand.
A large number of regiment training soldiers were knocked to the point of vomiting blood. They staggered up and rushed forward with swords and guns raised.
At this time, the cavalry also lost speed.
More than 300 people and more than 400 cavalrymen from the Shangzi camp fought in a melee. The cavalrymen threw their lances at the regiment, then drew their sabers and slashed them.
Two lances caused heavy casualties to the Shangzi Building.
This time Shangzi camp did not collapse again. The last defeat caused them an indelible sense of shame.
Afterwards, everyone was ashamed and vowed to avenge the shame again. This time, they fought against the cavalry.
He used his shield to block the incoming sabers and used the knife in his hand to chop their horses' legs. The Jiannu war horses fell down one after another.
"Ready, fire."
At this time, the soldiers who were retreating to change the barrels of their guns had already changed the barrels of their guns, and then another burst of fire flashed. A large number of cavalry fell off their horses.
Nine consecutive volleys were fired and more than a hundred people were knocked off their horses again.
Yang Fan saw that the Shangzi camp had stopped these cavalry and there was no need to prepare the second line of defense. He ordered the second formation to rush forward and eat this cavalry.
Arinzhe looked at it for a while and then ordered: "There are three square formations left, archers' diffusion method, volley fire."
"Sir, there is one of our Niulu in front. He can't shoot," the deputy general said loudly, pulling the reins of his horse anxiously.
Arinzhe looked at the thick smoke billowing in front of him. All the abandoned siege weapons had been ignited. Niu Lu was also scattered in the crowd and could not be gathered together. A large group of team trainers were coming from the second line, obviously intending to eat this group.
cavalry.
"Mingjin retreats!" In the end, he still didn't have the heart to cover it indiscriminately.
"Stop chasing, let's go back." Yang Fan said.
At this time, the regiment training had already begun to look like soldiers and was able to obey the orders of the superiors. Each squadron covered each other, quickly retreated, and slowly retreated from behind the gate-blocking knife cart into the city gate cave.
Abdul Bayan looked at these team members who were still rookies a few days ago, and now they can flexibly disperse and coordinate with each other, and sighed. They are progressing too fast.
There were 1,800 corpses left on the battlefield, most of them belonged to bandits, more than 400 were from regiment training, and the remaining 300 or so were from slaves.
The Thousand Regiment that fought today lost more than 400 people again. However, the enemy suffered even greater losses.
There are less than a thousand bandits left, and more than 300 Jiannu have died today, plus the more than 200 killed before. Jiannu has lost two Niulu.
The regiment training has accumulated more than 1,800 casualties. Although the upper and lower battalions managed to replenish their troops, under the scattering of trebuchets and arrows, each battalion suffered casualties. Now there are less than one regiment training in the city that can fight.
Thousands of people.
After dark, except for those on duty, everyone else was exhausted and rushed to sleep.
Yang Fan knew that today's group training had basically reached its limit. If all the cavalry rushed up at this time, they might not be able to retreat.
He still couldn't fall asleep, his eyelids kept twitching, and he felt a little uneasy. He didn't fall asleep until midnight.
Zhuzi had been working for a day and was exhausted. As soon as he lay down, he heard people in the camp shouting, and then a Tatar rushed in. He whipped him up with a whip and asked him to cook for the army.
The peasants all went to dig the soil. Only a few half-year-old children were left to cook.
Zhu Zhu was so angry that it was already late at night. He had to wait for a few hours before dawn. These Tatars would not die well.
There was a row of twenty large cauldrons of the largest size, cooking porridge. Jiannu's food supply was no longer plentiful. This time, for the first time, Jiannu and the bandits shared the joys and sorrows and both drank the same porridge.
Zhuzi used a big shovel to stir the pots one by one. When he saw that there was no one around, he secretly sprinkled the poisonous mushroom powder in his sleeves little by little into the big pots. He cursed in his heart, "Drink, I will drink you all to death. Wait for you."
He went crazy, so grandpa could take the opportunity to escape.
After eating, the army did not go to sleep as Zhuzi thought. Instead, they set off amid the desolate horns.
Early morning, the darkest hour before dawn.
Fifteen hundred bandits came out in full force. The remaining thousand bandits pushed ten carriages that had never been seen and walked towards the city wall silently.
These building carts are three stories high, with two rows of wooden wheels underneath, wooden boards on all sides, fire guns, and ladders for going up and down the stairs. On the third floor, you can directly climb the city wall by lowering the front baffle.
Ten trench-filling trucks followed the construction truck.
Behind are five catapults.
Thousands of civilians followed silently, carrying bags filled with soil.
Some ghostly Chongchong figures were crawling in front of the city wall.
The lighting fires were covered little by little with soil, and the fires were extinguished one by one.
Because it had been burning all night and it was normal for it to go out, the soldiers on the city wall did not pay attention to it.
Abdul Bayan was riding on his horse, looking at the small village in the distance, and Nan Nan said, after spending so many days, you should be almost exhausted, let everything end today.
