Li Zhuer tightened his grip on the spear and tried his best to assassinate the Mongolian knights. During training, he would assassinate the Mongolian knights a thousand times a day, and his arms were stabbed as if they were not his own. When he returned to the barracks, he could not lift his arms at all.
Fortunately, each person was given a bottle of medicinal wine and could wipe it by themselves.
When I got up the next day, I still had to assassinate him a thousand times.
At this time, he no longer wanted to beat his instructor with a stick. He did not expect that the situation on the battlefield would be so intense. Without the foundation laid in training, he would never have been able to hold on.
There are only three words to describe their assassination: "fast, accurate and stable".
Every time the spear was thrust out, it was withdrawn in an instant like lightning, so fast that it was almost invisible. However, a bloody hole immediately appeared on the Mongolian knight's body.
At this time, in a daze, he tried his best to assassinate and assassinate again.
He almost lost track of time and couldn't hear the noise of the battlefield.
He seemed to see it again. The instructor was holding a stick and yelling at them: "You rookies, faster, faster. As long as you shoot accurately and fast enough, no one can guard against you."
The sight of the Mongolian cavalry roaring ferociously, and the light and shadow of Mongolian scimitars filling the sky in front of him seemed to be back to the ten-inch-thick gun targets sawn from logs during training.
He stabbed the target one after another desperately, and saw chips flying from the target.
Behind a row of pikemen was an instructor yelling angrily.
"You losers, pigs, haven't you had enough to eat? Why are you so slow?"
"Where the hell are you stabbing? Are your eyes in your butt?"
"Don't shake your hands. As for you, don't shake. Then shake the military stick."
When he saw the Mongols charging towards him today, he was very frightened.
At this time, the General Banner of Tiezhongtang comforted them and said: "Don't be afraid, everyone, just train at that time. Do you still remember the training? Just follow the training. These people are not Mongolians, they are all targets. Remember
, they are the targets.”
General Flag's words played a big role.
If these are enemies, they are nervous, scared, and their minds are blank. They have forgotten their usual training. They don't know what to do. They don't even know which leg to use when walking.
But then I thought about it, these were the targets during training. I knew everything immediately. I was no longer nervous or afraid.
These soldiers from the Beijing Camp faced thousands of galloping horses and an overwhelming charge. From the beginning, their faces turned pale with fright. Some even peed their pants. Later, after the battle, they gradually calmed down and resisted the collision of the Mongolian cavalry.
, and after killing a large number of enemies, they became excited.
"You all have to watch out. These Mongolians are also human beings. They can bleed and lie down. They all have handles. Who is afraid of whom?" Tie Zhongtang shouted at the top of his lungs to encourage his men.
Each of these general flags is an island in the waves.
The Mongolian cavalry was like a huge surging wave, hitting the rocks hard and being smashed into pieces. Then they retreated and rushed up again.
Yang Fan was riding on his beloved bay-red horse, which was a three-year-old Arabian stallion. It had slender limbs and a shoulder height of one and a half meters. The horse snorted and paved the ground with its hooves. He seemed to see the excitement of the battlefield ahead and pressed the button.
Can't stand it anymore.
Yang Fan stroked its neck with his hand. The satin-smooth fur felt good to the touch. Under Yang Fan's comfort, it gradually calmed down.
Yang Fan took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It had been an hour. It was his first time in battle and he could fight like this. That was enough. After an hour of fierce fighting, the physical exertion was very high.
Yang Fan knew very well how much physical strength his soldiers had, at what intensity, and how long it would take for them to be exhausted. He had already figured this out very clearly in his daily training.
This is the age of cold weapons. As a general, if you don’t know the physical strength, combat power, and horse power of your soldiers, you can’t win the war.
"Let the five general cannons and Fran machine guns on the arrow tower fire and bombard the Mongols behind the first array. Use shotguns." Yang Fan ordered.
Following the messenger's semaphore, the artillery on the arrow tower of the bridgehead behind began to operate.
"Use shotgun shells, but be sure not to load them incorrectly. If that bastard uses solid spherical bullets, I will chop him alive." Old Fart Hu roared loudly.
"I know, Hu Tou, you can't make a mistake. If you use solid bullets, wouldn't they be ricocheting to hit your own people? We can't make mistakes even if we close our eyes." Zhang Gouzi said loudly.
Artillerymen are indeed trained to touch artillery shells with their hands in an absolutely dark room to prevent loading the wrong shells in the dark night. In many cases, artillery shells must not be used indiscriminately.
For example, now, Yang Fan ordered to bombard the Mongolians with shotguns. The dense small steel balls hit them. Due to the range, they penetrated the Mongolians and would not hurt their own people on the shield island.
It would be terrible if spherical solid bullets were used. One shot would kill one's own people indiscriminately.
"Prepare, put"
As the order for artillery fire was given, the five general cannons and Franco machine guns on the arrow towers opened fire one after another. Some of the Lumi guns on the arrow towers also opened fire.
All Lumi guns were taken away by Yuan Chonghuan. After Yang Fan accepted the Beijing camp, the Ministry of Industry urgently made two thousand of these. Because the quantity was small, Yang Fan placed them on the arrow tower.
The effect of the shotgun was immediate. The efficiency of killing these cavalry immediately increased by an order of magnitude. Once the cannon was fired, a gap appeared in a sector-shaped area visible to the naked eye.
The cavalry surrounding the isolated islands were like a big bite of a pie suddenly taken.
Boom boom boom! The small steel balls of the shotgun caused huge damage to the dense cavalry.
The centurion of Bazaar, with his own hundred households, and more than eighty cavalry behind them, besieged Tiezhongtang's small banner. He shouted until his voice became hoarse today. The attack was extremely unsuccessful.
It looked like fifty infantrymen surrounding it with shields, but they couldn't chew it down.
On five sides, there were five Centuries besieging them, with more than 400 people in total. The advantage was eight to one, and the cavalry beat the infantry. Who would believe it?
But this is the fact. The war has been going on for half an hour. Apart from the shield array, hundreds of people have died, and there has been no progress. These large barbed steel shields are too strong. Even those barbed wire fences are extremely difficult to deal with. These iron ropes, look at
It's swaying in the wind. But it's very tricky.
It is impossible to climb up because it is swaying, requiring no strength and effort. If you are not careful, you will hang on it. Then you will be hacked to death with a long knife or stabbed to death with a spear.
The Mongols rushed against the shields like crazy, but they couldn't hit them at all. These good-looking steel shields looked like they were growing in the soil, as if they had taken root.
When he couldn't bear it anymore, he heard a loud boom behind him. These loud noises were connected together. His face turned pale instantly. As a centurion, he knew what it was. It was the sound of cannon.
Immediately afterwards, dense small steel balls flew over the sky.
He felt a dense burning sensation on his back, and then he saw countless small steel balls flying out of his chest. He froze in shock, and then fell off the horse with a plop.
