choke element

Chapter 1036 Steel (Part )

"Don't panic, don't panic!"

A leader in the queue shouted, "Whoever moves will die! Stand together with everyone, hold on!"

This leader was promoted urgently a few days ago. To be promoted, he must be one of the soldiers with outstanding talents and favored by his superiors. His original subordinates were killed one after another, and he was finally replaced this morning. The eight people who came in, young and old, were said to have seen blood.

Seeing blood was already good enough. What else could a newly promoted officer expect? However, the time given to him was too tight. He had just recognized the faces of all his subordinates before he had to go out of the city to fight.

These veteran soldiers had some problems caused by long-term fighting. They were used to roaring, swinging swords, and fighting, but not very good at communicating with others. It was not until the Mongolian cavalry approached that he remembered that he had not taught his subordinates a few battlefield secrets, but it was too late now. He could only shout at them not to move and leave the rest to fate.

In fact, he was not sure whether his subordinates could strictly follow his orders.

He knew that standing firm in the queue seemed to be the simplest requirement, but it was actually not easy to do, especially when infantry were fighting against cavalry.

At this time, the infantry must adopt a dense formation. However, the denser the formation, the less people there are on their side, and the power is far different from the loose formation, the cavalry team with horses helping the people and the wind helping the army. And as time goes by, the closer the cavalry team is, the more terrifying it becomes. At this time, ordinary people will only think that they are going to die immediately, and it is difficult to stay calm, even if these ordinary people have seen blood when defending the city.

Sure enough, he noticed from the corner of his eye that a young man beside him had a pale face, cold sweat on his cheeks, and his chin was obviously trembling. If it weren't for the thunderous sound of the enemy's horse's hooves hitting the ground, he would probably have heard the sound of the young man's upper and lower rows of teeth knocking violently.

The leader didn't think twice and raised his sheathed sword, ready to strike him down. He used all his strength, because it was better to be beaten to a bloody pulp by his own boss than to be a coward who disrupted the procession and died under the sword of the law enforcement team.

As the long sword was raised, someone beside him started talking to himself again.

His tone was very leisurely, and his voice was rough and loud: "The Tartar cavalry is a bit chaotic."

"There's also a problem with the running routes of the two teams in front. Do they want to shoot a round of arrows or just charge?"

"If you want to shoot arrows, you have to move diagonally. Now it's a bit slow to turn the horse. If you want to charge directly... Aren't the heavy cavalry in the lead? Isn't this courting death?"

In the opinion of the leader, the enemy cavalry's actions were flawless. The most important thing for cavalry combat is to act quickly and decisively, and the specific time node or tactical choice is secondary. However, the man next to him was so sure and his analysis was very professional, so he should not be underestimated.

Once a person who can't swim falls into the water, grabbing a straw will save his life, not to mention ordinary people who are facing a strong enemy for the first time on the battlefield. Not to mention the person who spoke was full of confidence, as if the Mongolian cavalry in front of him really had this or that problem. Several soldiers were so nervous that they couldn't breathe normally, and now they suddenly made heavy gasps.

The leader laughed twice. He then remembered that when these people were assigned to this place in the morning, the captain above specially introduced the person who was speaking and privately reminded him to be extra respectful.

The man's surname was Fang. He was over fifty years old, but he was still strong. His arms and shoulders were as hard as rocks, and he was wrapped in a thick sheepskin coat. He was a master blacksmith in a blacksmith workshop in Kaifeng City, and he had shares in the workshop. Because he had followed the army in Shandong in his early years, he knew many officers of the Dinghai Navy and witnessed dozens of wars from Shandong to Hebei. Therefore, the workshop received many orders from the army and made a lot of money.

Because he had close ties with the army, he sent several of his apprentices to the army, some of whom served as soldiers and some as artisans accompanying the army. It is said that three of his first four apprentices died in battle, and later he took in more than a dozen new apprentices, half of whom also served in the army.

Therefore, in his blacksmith workshop, there is a plaque written by a great official of the imperial court as a token of consolation. The few people who are now serving in the army with him are also his disciples.

At that time, the brand leader did not take it seriously, just thinking that there was a special person in his team who needed to be taken care of, which was a bit of a headache. However, he never thought that this blacksmith was very knowledgeable and courageous, and played a crucial role at this moment!

As the enemy cavalry approached, Fang the blacksmith kept talking: "Hey! Look, look carefully, those guys in front are holding bows! They don't dare to charge straight at us! Bows are not very powerful, they can shoot rabbits, but it's a fantasy to think they can shoot us!"

The head of the sign listened to the words and squinted his eyes to look.

The two sides were not close to each other, and the view was blocked by the smoke and dust raised by the army leaving the city, so it was impossible to see the soft bow and the hard bow clearly. Even if you look closely, the weapons used by the Mongols came from complex sources, and it is difficult to determine the strength of a certain bow at once... The first few sentences of this blacksmith make sense, but these few sentences are complete nonsense!

However, at the moment he would not worry about whether the words were right or wrong. Whether they were right or wrong, as long as they worked, it was fine.

As Fang the blacksmith spoke, his apprentices nodded repeatedly, and the previously nervous soldiers seemed to relax a little. The boy who might have been hit on the head held the gun with both hands, still holding it tightly, but his body was obviously not shaking, and he stood firm.

It seems that talking really works.

The head of the brand put down the scabbard he had raised, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Is it really a soft bow?"

Blacksmith Fang pointed to his eyes and answered in a low voice: "I'm just guessing. I've been working as a blacksmith for forty years, and my eyes are burned. I can't see anything beyond fifty steps."

It turns out that every sentence is nonsense.

Before the leader could say anything, the Mongolian cavalry was already approaching. Amid the roar of horse hooves, more than a dozen riders suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front of the queue. The soldiers seemed to be able to see the horses' flaring nostrils and the flying blindfolds, and the blood-red eyes of the Mongolians on horseback!

"Don't move! Don't move! Keep squatting in the front row!"

Including Paizitou and Fang the blacksmith, at least dozens of grassroots officers shouted at the same time.

The fact that the horses could accelerate suddenly after running a long distance showed that the load on the horses was very light, and most of the knights were unarmored, and even had no secondary weapons. More than ten people were too few, and it was definitely not a normal charge.

These dozen cavalry were most likely slaves or criminals in the Mongolian army, used as bait to attract the attention of the enemy. If the enemy took them seriously, the arrows would fly out, and they would not be able to suppress the enemy. The originally strict formation would also be likely to become disordered, giving the Mongolian cavalry an opportunity to take advantage.

When a large army fights, it requires concentration, and a powerful crossbow cannot be used to fire a mouse. Therefore, the commander of the army ignored the bait.

Just fight your way through wherever the Mongols crash into you!

The dozen or so Mongolian cavalrymen did not charge in a line. Their scattered formation was very narrow for the cavalry, but it already covered the front of at least five teams of ten. Any team of ten had to deal with at most two or three cavalrymen.

"Just two puppies, there's nothing to be afraid of! Don't move!" the signboard leader continued to shout.

At the same time, the scream of one of his soldiers was heard.

The spear he held might have pierced the enemy, or it might not have, as the huge impact broke the spear shaft completely. The next moment, the horse galloping at full speed hit his chest, sending him flying high into the air.

While in the air, he stared with wide eyes at the Mongolian cavalrymen who were hitting him. He first saw the figures of a man and a horse, and then he fell to the ground and felt the severe pain.

He fell to the ground, staring at the sky, waiting for peace to come. But the sky seemed unusually crowded. For some reason, the Mongolian cavalry that knocked him down could not continue to charge the ranks. The horses also turned around in a violent manner, and their hooves stepped on his face several times.

It turned out that at the same time he fell to the ground, a man standing in the second row suddenly threw away the spear in his hand, took out a mattock made of fine iron, rushed over, and hit the warhorse's neck hard.

The horse felt pain, raised its upper body suddenly, and kicked the man holding the mattock with its front hooves, which immediately kicked him away. But this action enlarged the wound on his neck, causing blood to spurt out more than a foot like a fountain and then splash onto the ground.

At this time, Fang the blacksmith roared and rushed forward. Seeing his action, the other four or five soldiers shouted in unison and rushed forward.

Pai Zitou really didn't expect that his new subordinates would be so reliable at the critical moment... It's a pity that they lacked some fighting skills and actually faced the Mongolian scimitars so stupidly?

The Mongolian war slaves were not easy to deal with. Before they became war slaves, they were usually extremely stubborn warriors in the tribe. When they knew they were going to die and wanted to atone for their families, they would often wield scimitars in both hands to hack and kill the enemy, like crazy, and could fight ten enemies at once.

This time, the blacksmith and others will inevitably suffer heavy casualties!
The leader of the banner was anxious, holding up his shield with his left hand, and leaped forward. As expected, his left arm immediately felt a violent vibration, as the Mongolian knights swung their swords and chopped at his shield. The impact from top to bottom was too great, and he knew he couldn't hold the shield, so he let go, leaned forward, and stabbed the warhorse with his sword.

This move was very risky. If the Mongol's vision was not blocked by the shield, he could just chop down and cut the top of the sign in two.

But the fatal blow did not happen. When the leader, covered in horse blood, stepped back slightly, the Mongolian's chest had been pierced with a huge bloody hole, and his abdomen and thighs were also hit several times. These injuries immediately took away his ability to move, causing him to fall off his horse with a scream.

Paizitou jumped over, pressed down on the Mongolian's chest, and slashed his neck with a knife. When he was sure that the enemy was dead, he looked up and around. As far as he could see, the soldiers who had just rushed forward all had lingering fear on their faces, but none of them were dead.

Looking more carefully, I saw that the clothes of several people were torn into pieces. They were obviously stabbed, so how could they still be alive and kicking?

Seeing his suspicious look, Fang the blacksmith grinned and knocked on his chest. Where his fist landed, there was a clang, as if it was hitting a thick iron plate.

"As blacksmiths, how can we not prepare some good things for ourselves before we go into battle? Not only us, but all the men who are added to the army have iron armor. More than 600 sets! Although they look ugly, they are made of fine iron of sufficient quality, and cannot be damaged by ordinary swords and knives!"