Gao Qiqian was thankful at this time that he didn't come here to pretend to be big. Yang Fan was still the decisive Yang Fan. He had long known that the mortality rate of any rookie who followed him on the battlefield would be very high.
This guy has a heart as solid as stone, and what he values most is efficiency. He likes to use the simplest, quickest way to deal with problems. These civilian husbands from Shanxi and South Zhili with ulterior motives were directly removed from their leadership positions and then dispersed.
Mixed.
In this group, there were both people from Shanxi and Southern Zhili. They had always hated each other and had fought fiercely in Zhangjiakou, but now they could no longer unite. Moreover, the leaders had been removed or killed.
It was useless for the civil servants to protest. Yang Fan had plenty of reasons.
In just one month, these people have been trained to look like soldiers. At least there is nothing wrong with the pace and formation.
These people marched forward in formation, holding wooden boards two feet wide and three feet high, and shields tied with bushes that were as tall as one person.
The veterans sent by the regiment training were their general flag officers and above. They chose their own corps commanders and team leaders. The officers shouted loudly, "Listen to me, everyone in the front row. Even if you are hit by an arrow, you are not allowed to mess up.
, grit your teeth and bear it and move forward. If you fall down and cause the people behind you to lose cover and get hit by an arrow, you will beheaded immediately."
Now, no one will believe the officer when he says beheading. Those who don't believe it will be beheaded. If they say beheading, they will be beheaded as soon as they pull out. There is no hesitation at all.
The first row is holding bush bundles, the second row is holding wooden boards. The third row is pikemen. The fourth to tenth rows are all archers. Many of these people can shoot arrows. These guys are
Not ordinary people.
Yang Fan gave them a large number of Mongolian bows and arrows made of bones and stones that he had captured in previous battles.
These scraps are useless and have no value even for recycling.
"One-two-one, one-two-one" the officers shouted, controlling the pace of the queue to prevent them from disrupting the formation. Seeing these people getting closer and closer, the Mongolians began to worry.
When the team entered one hundred and fifty meters, the Mongols began to launch fire.
Whoosh! Countless feathered arrows flew up from the broken city wall and shot towards the regiment training soldiers in a parabola.
"Fire arrows!" the officer here also shouted loudly.
Both sides entered the projectile range and started projectile almost at the same time.
After all, there are many protective objects on the city wall, which is relatively good. Many people were shot during the marching team training.
"Ah!" screams sounded one after another, and many people were shot and fell to the ground.
They were wearing leather helmets and armor ripped from dead Mongolian corpses. During the regiment training, only the group leaders had broken iron armor. The protective effect of these leather armors was very poor. At least half of them were likely to be penetrated by projectiles. If it was a direct shot,
The probability of penetration is 70%.
This is because the Mongols' arrows are so bad. If they had strong bows and heavy arrows like Jiannu, they would almost kill one with one arrow.
"Second row, put the plank on your head. Hurry up." The officers shouted at the top of their lungs.
In just one moment, more than two hundred people were shot down. Measures must be taken immediately. It is not possible to passively take beatings like this.
The second row immediately lowered the plank, and there were people at the front and back holding it up. This protected the archers under the plank. The two-foot-wide plank was enough to block the people below.
They ducked out from under the planks, threw their bows and arrows, and then quickly hid.
The Mongols also began to suffer casualties. As the distance got closer and closer, the shooting range of the poor archers in the regiment began to be able to reach the city wall. There were far more people below than on the wall. They were densely packed.
Arrows rained down, and the Mongolians who were not well hidden on the city wall were hit by arrows one after another.
Some people were shot through the thigh, rolled down the city wall with their legs in their arms, and fell into the moat. Some were shot in the shoulders or arms. These were all shot when they stepped out to shoot arrows.
The projectiles from both sides did not stop for a moment, and both sides continued to shoot at each other despite suffering casualties.
The five regiments that finally moved forward reached within 70 meters.
Seventy meters is a special position. After this position, it is the direct shooting range of the crossbow. The accuracy will be greatly improved. Projections are just based on the sky, and every hit counts.
At this time, the Mongols acted quickly. They began to shoot arrows rapidly. The previous shots were relatively slow-paced shots. Now, the Mongols began to shoot quickly.
The red willow bundles are very tough and can effectively resist the arrows shot straight from the front. No matter how tall a person is, they can protect the people behind. However, people are constantly being shot down by arrows shot from different angles.
Centurion Burigude saw that the Ming army had advanced thirty meters away. He immediately shouted: "Sling! Sling!"
Behind the city wall, many herdsmen gathered. They tied ropes to the stones, started rotating them, and then threw the stones out.
They throw away just the pebbles on the Yellow River beach. There are so many of them here that no special preparation is needed. When these herdsmen herd sheep, they often need to use slings to drive back the sheep that have strayed away. They are very skilled in using slings.
Children as young as ten can also use it.
Dense cobblestones crackled across the city wall and fell on the advancing infantry array. Another group of people were hit. For those who hit their heads, the leather helmets played a limited protective role, but most of them were hit with bloody heads.
Even the brain will burst.
These stones are large and small, and some have edges and corners. They were picked up from the Gobi Desert.
Braving bows, arrows and flying stones along the way, we finally rushed to the city. The people in the first row held the red willow bundles and got out of the way. The people in the second row erected the wooden planks with the help of the people behind. Then they pushed them forward.
There was a roaring sound and dust was flying.
These planks were laid directly on the moat, turning the moat into a thoroughfare. Then those people holding red willow bundles rushed across the bridge, and then threw the red willow bundles under the city wall.
The Mongols on the city wall were anxious. If they piled up like this, a slope would soon be formed.
At that time, those Ming soldiers would rush up the city wall from the red willow bundles. They would fire arrows quickly like crazy, almost reaching the limit of fifteen or six shots per minute.
The archers below also immediately shot arrows at them to cover the people in front.
For a time, this ultra-close shooting caused a large number of people on both sides to be hit by arrows. After all, the people in the group training were not regular soldiers. They were hit by arrows one after another. Many people's legs were shaking with fear. But no one dared to run back.
There are secretly numb Franco machine guns and five general guns in the back, and there are even twenty red cannons facing the front. If you dare to run back, you will definitely be beaten into a sieve. There are cavalry on both wings, and they can't run away from the sides.
We can only bite the bullet and charge upward.
Han Zanzhou asked with some confusion: "Governor, what does Uncle Dingyuan mean? There are so many artillery, especially twenty heavy artillery, and the city wall collapsed in just a few rounds. Why waste soldiers?"
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Gao Qiqian glanced at him and said, "What do you know? These people are trained by civilians. They have never fought. Uncle Dingyuan is training troops."
