Under the heavy night cover, when the dense volley of guns from the Dongchang Escort Team was fired, the situation of the battle immediately turned. Amidst the smoke, there were people shouting and horses neighing.
After the five or six Dongchang fans who used the broken wall as cover completed their shooting, they hurriedly retreated and began to reload.
At the same time, the third row stepped forward and set up the black hole muskets again.
Fire one after another.
This is the subject practiced daily by the Tongzhou Hundred Household Institute in Dongchang.
Although the training period is not long, only about half a year, because these fans are all from military families, they have received training such as formation since they were young.
After undergoing rigorous shooting training, he immediately showed extraordinary combat effectiveness as soon as he went into battle. Fifteen or six muskets fired only two rounds of volleys.
In an instant, he shot down many of the enemy cavalry that were running wild on the official road.
The smoke was filled with a faint smell of blood.
Shen Lie took the lead and stood at the front of the team. He did not retreat when reloading, but lowered his head and played with his flintlock musket unhurriedly.
Load, shoot...
Na Yingting's figure is as stable as Mount Tai.
at this time.
What Shen Lie remembered was what Victor often said in the future, that the officer is the backbone. At this time, the officer must not retreat, he must be seen by all the soldiers.
The body is upright.
But Shen Lie was surprisingly calm. After loading, he picked up the musket again and watched helplessly as a horse galloped not far away and a powerful arrow flew out from under the horse's belly.
The breath of death hit his face, making people's hearts palpitate, but Shen Lie didn't even blink his eyes as the powerful arrow grazed his arm, leaving a blood groove.
Shen Lie felt calm and pulled the trigger.
There was a bang.
The war horse was beaten so hard that it stood upright, neighed and fell down, throwing away the cavalryman hiding under the horse's belly. After landing, it rolled several times and was beaten into pieces by several lead bullets.
Take out the gunpowder bag and gun.
Refill.
shooting.
Hit by a volley of muskets like exploding beans.
After experiencing the rawness of being a newbie, he became as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. The shooting frequency of the fans miraculously accelerated, and the progress and retreat were orderly.
The more I fight, the braver I become!
Then there was a crackling sound, and the Dongchang Escort Team, composed of sixteen people, lined up in three rows and fired more than ten rounds of volleys. Half of the ammunition they carried was used up.
Shen Lie woke up with a start and shouted: "Stop fighting!"
"stop!"
A few low shouts.
After the beating, the fans put down their muskets one after another, rubbed their sore eyes in the thick smoke, and started coughing.
The smell of gunpowder is too strong.
It hurts the eyes.
And a little bit on top.
Nothing could be seen clearly in the choking gunpowder smoke, until a cold wind from the north blew by, gradually dispersing the gunpowder smoke on the official road, revealing a hellish battlefield shrouded in hazy moonlight.
Not far away.
Dead enemy cavalry lay scattered about, the corpses of men and horses were mixed together, and scarlet blood stains bloomed, flowed, and gradually gathered on the loess road.
The strong smell of blood hit my nostrils.
"Well."
Among the young fans who were just starting out, some began to hold on to the wall and vomit, while others opened their eyes wide and looked at the hell scene in the hazy night, unable to believe that all this was caused by themselves.
Shen Lie also coughed lightly and shouted: "The whole team...be on guard!"
Don't move!
So with the help of two veterans of the Zhejiang Army, the soldiers did not dare to slack off at all, and hurriedly started loading ammunition and stretched out the muzzles of their guns against the broken wall.
Aiming at the wilderness opposite the official road, people in the abandoned military fort occasionally coughed, some were changing match ropes, and some were looking around.
And Shen Lie sat down on the broken green bricks.
Lower your head.
He looked at the arrow wound on his arm, which was bleeding. Although it was just a skin injury, he felt severe pain.
Shen Lie bared his teeth.
at this time.
An old soldier from the Zhejiang Army ran over, squatted in front of him, carefully inspected the wound, and then took out the burning knife from his arms.
"My lord, please be patient."
Finished speaking.
The old soldier carefully cleaned the wound, and then poured the liquor on it. After a burst of heartbreaking pain, Shen Lie gritted his teeth.
And more than ten subordinates looked over with clear eyes, and there was a bit of indescribable respect and admiration in their eyes.
The pain was followed by numbness. The old soldier took out another piece of boiled cloth, poured some gold sore medicine on the wound, and tied it with the cloth strip.
Shen Lie felt much more comfortable.
"Why."
A faint sigh.
Shen Lie leaned against the broken wall and looked up at the sky, finally understanding how difficult it was to fight in battle and... the difficult situation that the Ming Dynasty's frontier troops had been in for two hundred years.
The night is quiet and silent.
Only from the official road not far away could one hear the mournful wailing of the injured. This wailing really chilled people's hearts, but at the same time it made them feel happy.
I don’t know how much time passed.
It's dawn.
As the first glimmer of light appeared in the east, Shen Lie stood up, led the team out of the ruins, and carefully cleared the battlefield along the official road.
One big foot carefully passed over the corpses of men and horses.
An old soldier bent down, looked at the appearance of the corpse, picked up a broken bow, looked at the broken arrows, and finally said with certainty.
"My lord...is undoubtedly a Tatar."
Shen Lie nodded.
I have a rough assessment of the Tatars' combat effectiveness, except for a small number of the elite cavalry of the King's Account who are fully retired.
Regardless of whether they are Tatars or Oaras, all the people are soldiers. They are usually herdsmen. When they pick up their bows and mount their horses, they become bandits, or they can become an army at any time.
Received the broken arrow from the old pawn.
Take a look.
He weighed it again.
Shen Lie couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and frowned slightly. The arrow was about an inch long and made entirely of fine iron. It looked blue and very sharp, with terrifying barbs.
This seems to be an armor-piercing arrow.
It was very different from the Tatar cavalry in Shen Lie's imagination.
When did the Tatar arrows become so powerful, and where did they get the fine iron? At this moment, Shen Lie couldn't help but think of the Longqing Peace Conference more than ten years ago.
I thought of Shanxi merchants who strongly advocated opening more than a dozen treaty ports.
Shen Lie's face became very gloomy.
Isn’t this capitalizing on the enemy!
Besides Shanxi merchants, who else would sell large amounts of fine iron to Mongolia and even Jurchens in Jianzhou?
No.
This is raising gu.
At this time, Shen Lie thought about the later generations of Jews in Europe who were misbehaving and kept raising voodoos, and finally raised the ultimate voodoo king, a certain head of state.
Today, Shanxi merchants are doing the same thing as the Jews.
"spit."
He spat on the corpse.
Refreshed my mood.
Shen Lie waved his hand majestically and shouted: "Pack it up...count the seizures."
This is the order.
The subordinates happily prepared their muskets and stepped forward to clean up the battlefield. At this time, they could no longer care about their nausea. These were all solid military exploits!
I can't blame these fans who came from Tianjin Zuowei and they are all smiling.
In this Ming Dynasty.
The rewards for military merit are still extremely superior.