The firecrackers of the death battalion are equipped with a bayonet that is one foot and a half long. In addition, the length of the firecracker itself is almost as long as the small flower gun used by the infantry. Moreover, they have received special assassination training and are good at using bayonets for hand-to-hand combat. Facing more and more people,
As the enemy troops got closer, the soldiers took off the grenades from their belts, lit the fuses with lighters, and quietly waited for orders.
The left army carried the ship planks and shields and advanced cautiously, knowing that there was no attack within the range of the bow and arrow. The soldiers became bolder, threw away the heavy ship planks, and rushed forward with a cry. The gate of the shipyard was blocked.
The death camp's artillery bombardment collapsed. It was a slope-like ruin that could be invaded without a ladder. Numerous left-wing troops rushed towards the breach. When hundreds of people crowded around the ruins, more than a dozen bullets were thrown from it.
The dark iron thing, before they could react, the bomb exploded. The left army was killed and injured. The people behind were so frightened that they fell to the ground. At this time, roars came from the ruins, and the brigade
The soldiers rushed down with bayonets in hand.
The death battalion actually launched a counterattack under such a huge disparity in strength! Liu Ziguang rushed to the front brandishing his sword. A group of people were like tigers descending from the mountain. The Zuo army was no match for them. They were knocked down in one encounter. The second wave of Zuo army
Under the officer's orders, he bravely rushed forward, but he collapsed within a short time. Once the morale of the army was gone, the officer could not maintain the situation. The soldiers threw off their helmets and turned around and ran away.
"What a powerful fighting force!" He Renlong put down his telescope and secretly admired it. One of his subordinates asked: "General, let's attack."
"Wait a minute." He Renlong subconsciously wanted to consume Liu Ziguang's 300 troops so that he could control the power of Huguang, but Liu Ziguang had better not die, otherwise it would be difficult to explain the anger of the court. It was best to wait.
They will send out troops when they are almost exhausted, and enjoy the benefits of the fishermen.
"The stupid He Renlong wants to use me to consume the strength of the left army." Liu Ziguang was very dissatisfied with the performance of the friendly forces, but the enemy could not do anything to him at the moment, so he could only say bitterly: "Wait for me
Free my hands to take care of you."
The death battalion did not pursue the victory. They collected the spears, bows and arrows from the dead men and returned to the shipyard to prepare for the next round of attack by the left army. They still had some grenades and were expected to last until dark.
Zuo Mengeng didn't expect that the opponent's combat power was so powerful, more powerful than any army he had ever faced. He only had 4,000 infantry for a last-ditch battle, and he hadn't eaten lunch yet. Next to him was He Renlong's 1,500 cavalry, who were watching eagerly.
, he was the one who suffered the loss if he kept beating like this until nightfall. He was heartbroken, pulled out his sword and shouted: "Give them all to me!"
Zuo Mengeng's move is called breaking the cauldron. Instead of attacking with a gun as if to add fuel, it is better to go up with pressure. As for the city can be captured even with human lives, as for He Renlong, he can only take a gamble.
, betting that he will die without saving.
All 4,000 left troops were mobilized. These landing troops went into battle lightly. They carried no baggage except weapons. They fought for a long time and did not even take a sip of water. The weather in Wuhan was hot, and the white sun was shining brightly.
He was so sunburned that he was dizzy, sweat poured out from under his iron helmet, and his combat effectiveness had been greatly reduced.
Liu Ziguang saw the entire left army pressing forward, and once again sent a signal to He Renlong's troops in the distance, asking him to send out troops to attack. However, He Jun hid under the shade of a tree and pretended not to see it, so the death battalion had to face the powerful enemy again and launch a hand-to-hand counterattack.
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This time Zuo Menggeng personally supervised the formation, and the left army no longer retreated. Even after being bombarded by grenades, the rear formation was not in chaos and continued to move forward steadily. The archers kept firing arrows at the city to suppress it, and the infantry held shields in one hand.
, holding a knife in one hand, he climbed up the ruins of the city gate. Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the gun bag buried in the ruins was ignited. Countless rubble shot up into the sky. The left army suffered heavy casualties, but the ruins of the city gate were flattened again.
On the first floor, it was easier to climb. The death battalion rushed out again after the explosion. They no longer had bayonets in their hands, but spears and swords. They were also tired from long battles, but their energy was obviously much stronger than that of the left army. For a long time
The training in Nanjing made them accustomed to this hot climate, and the thirty-mile long-distance running with heavy loads every day ensured sufficient physical strength. Three hundred warriors covered in blood, sweat and dust appeared like regional demon soldiers, roaring in unison, rushing into the left
There was a mass killing in the military formation.
The soldiers of the death battalion are the most elite of the Red Shirt Regiment. They have good physical strength and sufficient experience. After being trained by famous instructors, they are one of the strongest troops in the world whether fighting alone or in groups. The leftists who are poorly trained and have low morale
The army was no match for them. Even though Zuo Mengeng personally supervised the battle, they were still defeated.
Seeing that his subordinates were beaten so badly, Zuo Mengeng gritted his teeth with hatred. He could not attack for a long time, and he had to always be prepared for He Renlong's sneak attack. He was also under great pressure. Although he had more than 20,000 men under his command, he still had a lot of pressure.
There are only five to six thousand that can be used, and other tasks have to be carried out, so the troops are also stretched thin.
The three hundred warriors of the Death Battalion felt as if they were in an uninhabited land. They formed a fighting team of three, cooperated tacitly, and were fierce and steady. They killed the left soldiers who rushed towards them one by one. They only heard waves of sharp weapons in front of the formation.
There was a "pop-pop" sound of meat, and the corpses of the left army were lying in a mess. There were very few casualties in the death camp. Liu Ziguang cut down forty or fifty people by himself. He rushed to the front and went wherever there were more people.
Seeing that he was alone, a group of spearmen from the left army surrounded him. About a dozen people surrounded him and stabbed him with their spears. When Liu Ziguang swung his sword, the barrel of the pewter spear was completely broken.
There were bloody wounds on his front, and blood gushed out like a fountain, making Liu Ziguang look like a demon. His whole body was red. Not only him, but the clothes of almost every soldier in the death camp looked like they were fished out of a sea of blood.
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Zuo Mengeng's hands were shaking slightly. He had never encountered a battle of this intensity. According to the military manual, attacking a city with a ten to one strength advantage was very likely to win. But now they don't defend the city at all. They jumped down.
If you can't fight them hand-to-hand with yourself, how can you fight this battle?
Liu Ziguang held his sword and smiled ferociously at the left soldiers. Where his blade was pointing, the left soldiers retreated one after another. They still had the courage to step forward. Not only the soldiers, but also the officers were courageous. They fought with an imposing manner.
Meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins. Looking at these three hundred bloody men, the left army was all frightened and could no longer hold the swords and guns in their hands. The entire battlefield fell silent for a while.
Liu Ziguang sneered and put down the sword. Drops of hot blood slid down the blade and fell to the ground. He simply threw the knife away, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a crumpled cigarette and held it in his mouth. He lit it and smoked it as if no one was watching.
Thousands of people from the Zuo Army crowded around ten steps away in front of him, but no one dared to come forward. Liu Ziguang took two puffs of cigarette, looked at the Zuo Army with disdain, and shouted sternly: "Fight or not, retreat."
If you don't retreat, what do you want to do?" The Zuo army was as silent as a cicada, and no one answered.
, Liu Ziguang sneered secretly, stood up with the knife, and took a step forward unsteadily. The Zuo army took a half step back with a bang. Liu Ziguang took another step, and they took another step back. Not only the ordinary soldiers, but also the Zuo army
Meng Geng felt an inexplicable chill, and a drop of cold sweat flowed down from the back of his head on such a hot day. This man was so strong, he was simply not a human being, he was the God of War!
Everything that happened here fell into He Renlong's eyes. Even the four thousand soldiers of the Left Army could not gain the upper hand. It seemed that the overall situation was determined. Now the attack would be more effective. He shouted: "Everyone mounts!"
The energetic cavalry all got on their horses, put on their iron helmets, took off the long-handled swords from the victory hooks, held the horse reins in their left hands, and formed three waves of attack formations.
He Renlong shouted: "Brothers, it's time to perform meritorious service, charge for me!" Then five hundred cavalry rushed out like a tide, causing a burst of smoke and dust. After a while, the second wave of five hundred cavalry also followed.
, He Renlong personally led the third wave and rushed over, heading towards the left army's rear formation.
Zuo Jun was already frightened, but suddenly he heard an earth-shattering roar from the right side. They all turned around to see smoke and dust billowing, the ground was shaking, and the brilliance of a blade shone in the sun. He Renlong stared at him eagerly.
The cavalry finally took action.
It is natural for infantry to fear cavalry. The left army's barely maintained military morale suddenly collapsed. They no longer ignored the officers' orders, dropped their weapons and ran away. The entire army formation collapsed. Zuo Mengeng was dragged back by the defeated soldiers. Fortunately, his
The Guardsmen were always with me to protect me so that I was not trampled to death by the insurgents.
Although the death battalion was brave, they were not strong men after all. After a long period of fighting, their physical strength had reached the critical point. Just now, Liu Ziguang forced them to give them a big clove of garlic to buy them some breathing time. Now that they saw the Zuo Army collapse, they
The tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and each of them had no energy to pursue them, and they all sat on the ground and gasped for air.
He's cavalry did not work hard and did not take this opportunity to kill all the Zuo army. They just drove the Zuo army to the shore and reined their horses, allowing the remaining Zuo army to board the ship and leave. He Renlong led
The men came to the foot of the shipyard city, rolled their saddles and dismounted, and said hypocritically: "Master Marquis, the end will be late, please Haihan."
Liu Ziguang said angrily: "He Renlong, you retreated in the face of the battle and did not save me. What crime should you do!" As he said that, he drew out his knife. He Renlong's soldiers also quickly drew out their sabers, and the soldiers from the death camp also surrounded them.
, a long knife stained with blood was raised, dozens of knives pointed at each other, surrounding Liu Ziguang and He Renlong.