the world is at stake

Great fear drove Batu to turn around, but the master He Shuutu, who was supervising the battle behind him, shouted angrily: "No retreat, no one is allowed to retreat. Those who disobey the order will be beheaded, and their families will be made slaves.

Rush forward, just a hundred steps, why can't you rush up?The Han people are also good at firearms, but they are naturally timid and not good at hand-to-hand combat, so they will win if they rush forward. "

He Shuutu not only swung his sword to drive the forward Bai Jia to continue, but also ordered the banner soldiers behind to follow suit, "This will be withdrawn, and those who fall on the ground will die in vain. Keep rushing for me, and rush forward."

Batu didn't doubt He Shuutu's words at all.The rise of the Ministry of Jianzhou, an important one is that Nurhachi severely punished the law and increased rewards for military merits.Anyone who dares to retreat without orders, even if you are Baylor, will be dealt with by military law.

The Han people are fierce with firearms, but the striker has to bite the bullet and charge.

Batu yelled, he began to hate himself for why he was wearing the bulky three-layer armor?With dozens of kilograms of armor on his body, he couldn't run fast at all.But at this moment, he could only hold the battle ax and walk forward with all his strength, and the distance of only a hundred steps seemed extremely long.

A few hundred meters away on the mountain road, under the battle flag of the Zhenglan Banner, Mang Gurtai watched the battlefield back and forth with his bronze binoculars.He gritted his teeth, his face twitched, and he shouted from time to time: "Rush up, rush up, why are these servants running so slowly? Didn't they eat?"

Those attacking the left and right hillsides were all elites from the Zhenglan Banner. Heshuotu and Sele were fierce generals who killed people like hemp, but today the hundreds of people they commanded were very clumsy and advancing slowly.

No...not slow.

Mang Gurtai looked at it for a long time, and saw some clues.The sound of gunfire from the Han people on the opposite side continued, and every time there was a wave, the attacking Jurchen warriors were forcibly stripped of a layer.

It wasn't that the white-armored soldiers of the Zhenglan Banner weren't brave, let alone that they weren't decisive enough, but that they died too quickly.It seems that there is a line of death lying in front of the attacking queue, as long as you cross this line, you will definitely die.

As far as Mang Gurtai was watching and aiming back and forth, hundreds of people had died on the front line.Those who lost were the brave and tenacious white armor soldiers who usually attacked by force.But these strong soldiers didn't play any role, they just fell down with a plop.

"Elden."

"exist."

"You quickly lead the team to rush straight through the mountain road, and help He Shuutu from the side of the hillside. There are too many casualties on his side. Remember, there is no order to retreat, and the Han people are so small. Gu, this battle must be won."

"twitter."

Mang Gurtai dispatched another fierce general under his command, leading hundreds of people to open another front.

At this moment, he knew why the Huangtai class was in such a mess in Phoenix City, and even more why Amin was defeated in Aihe. This group of Xinhua Han people is really powerful, a mere 400 people dare to come to the field.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I have 4000 troops, and the opponent can at most have [-]. I can win even if I fight hard. It's just that there are more casualties. At worst, go to Haixi next year to catch more wild Jurchens, or raise those Han people to supplement."

Heshuo Baylor of the Dajin Kingdom was comforting himself, but Batu on the front line collapsed on the hillside.He was not beaten to death, but walked too hastily, stumbled and fell.

This fall was a great blessing. The diagonal Han Chinese firecrackers did not aim at the fallen target very much, but focused on the idiot who stood still.

After Batu fell down, he was busy taking off his armor, but without the help of his servants, it was difficult for him to take off his three layers of armor.

The loss on the front line was huge, and Heshuotu was screaming in the rear, heartbroken.He had five Niulu under his command, assembled dozens of white-armored elite soldiers, and even used all the armor that his master gave him, but now there are not one out of ten elite soldiers in that wave.

Although Mang Gurtai promised to double the replenishment after the battle, the premise is to win!

In order to win, Heshuotu had to put all the chips in his hand.

Hundreds of flag soldiers mobilized by various departments were rushing along, running fast.But they will hesitate when they are killed or injured, and they need to be intimidated by the supervising team to continue fighting, and their will is far less firm than that of the white armored soldiers.

"Don't retreat, don't retreat, rush forward!"

He Shuutu was so angry at the back that he was about to vomit blood, and he swung his knife and shouted: "It's only a hundred steps, why can't you rush over? If you retreat repeatedly, the people in front will die in vain?"

The supervisory team cut off the heads of several rout soldiers before stopping the decline and drove the banner soldiers forward again.

Everyone in the Zhenglan Banner on the battlefield was sweating coldly, and they themselves were extremely puzzled—how could they not be able to overcome the crude formation of hundreds of strong soldiers charging hundreds of people?

Only the house slave who had escaped hugged He Shuutu's thigh, crying and shouting: "Master, we can't charge any more. Our five elite soldiers of Niulu are almost dead, and even the little master Deqing fell in the front." .”

What……?

He Shuutu was startled when he heard this, and then he became even more furious: "I have five sons, so what's the point of dying one? If the Han people on the opposite side can't take it down, my whole family will die.

Rush up, keep going!Today, either my five cows will die, or the Han people on the other side will die, there is absolutely no other possibility. "

Chapter 44 Tenfold Revenge

At a quarter past ten in the morning, the sun shines on the land of Liaodong, and it is a sunny day.The cold wave going south seems to have receded, and the temperature has picked up.On such a good day, the rural farmhouses are often very lively.

Farmers carry mountain goods to the market, or carry poles to chop firewood.Peasant women dry bedding and feed chickens and ducks.Children can also run around in and around the village, sweating profusely.

But on the deserted village mountain road from Guanshui Town to Kuandian, two armies with very different strengths were fighting desperately.

Under the driving and intimidation of the officers, the barbarian soldiers in armor moved forward without thinking, and charged at the two unremarkable slopes beside the road.

The Han soldiers in gray uniforms stood behind the thin horse formation on the slope, and fired waves of hot bullets at the opponent with the flintlock in their hands.

In just one hour, the barbarian army launched five charges.They even used the supervising team, and no soldiers were allowed to retreat, only to move forward.

The closest time, the barbarian soldiers no longer relied on two legs, but rode horses, and rushed twenty or thirty steps away from the horse formation without risking their lives.Seeing that with another whip and more force, they can throw out the knife and ax in their hands and chop off the opponent's neck.

But the battle situation turned out to be the opposite. The barbarian horses had not experienced gun training, and the closer they got to the horse formation, the more sensitive animals would instinctively defy the rider's whip.

Every time there is a burst of gunfire, not only the horses with obvious targets will be killed and injured, but the explosion will drive more horses to turn around and refuse to move forward.

Even if some barbarian riders got off their horses by chance, they continued to charge forward.What greets them is not only the precise aiming of long and short firecrackers, but also the throwing of prefabricated fragmentation grenades.

The black grenade was thrown, exploded on the ground, blasted clouds of smoke, and high-speed shrapnel swept across the surrounding targets seven or eight meters away.

It not only killed the barbarian soldiers who rushed forward, but also destroyed the morale of the follow-up barbarian soldiers like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The remaining sliver of courage of the barbarians disappeared under the bombardment of grenades, turning into a large-scale retreat.

Some soldiers were unwilling to move forward. Fear of firearms made them slash at the supervising troops behind them, and even behead the barbarian officers who were usually high above them, making them dare not resist.

During the defeat, the monotonous sound of gunfire on the hillside did not stop, beating the fleeing barbarian army to the ground and disappearing into the mountains.

After the mountain wind blew away the gunpowder smoke, more than 600 corpses fell in front of the two slopes.

There are also a dozen war horses that have lost their riders, wandering around.

Some of these beasts were shot and bled, and it didn't take long for them to flop down, crying out in agony.There are still some standing still, snorting occasionally, staring round eyes, puzzled by the fighting of human beings.

Gunpowder smoke blows with the wind, extremely pungent.

Mang Gurtai stood under the banner of the Zhenglan Banner, surrounded by a circle of guards, watching the ongoing unilateral killing in horror or stunned.

Seven or eight white armored soldiers with messy steps retreated in front of them, and carried a Jiala Ezhen wearing a chain armor with mountain patterns.The corpse of the barbarian officer was already rotten, his head and face were blurred, his limbs were incomplete, and his intestines were protruding and drooping outside.

The white-armored soldiers who came back from carrying the corpse knelt down and cried, "Lord Baylor, it's not that I'm a slave who doesn't work hard. I really can't attack. Master Yirden led the team to rush up, and was shot by two Han people on the hillside with guns. Thirty or forty people died on the spot.

Although there were many casualties, Master Irden was not afraid, and personally led us to continue the charge.He rushed three times in a row, and was about to get to the front of the Han people to occupy the horse, but accidentally fell into an ambush. "

Bai Jiabing cried with tears in his eyes, describing the severe blow he had never suffered in his life.

Mang Gurtai held an epee in both hands, his eyes were red, and his arms trembled slightly.Irden's attack was ordered by him, and his troops were repeatedly injured and reorganized, and he also saw it in his eyes.

The impact distance of two hundred steps can always be rushed in thirty breaths on weekdays, just a few laughs and blinks.

But people are not machines, and it is impossible to watch their companions fall to the ground without any reaction.Irden's troops were first set on fire, and he hesitated after being beaten.

The barbarians still don't know what lying down and hiding is.The more you hesitate on the open battlefield, the more you will be shot.The more shots you take, the more dead and wounded you will be, and the more immobile you will be.

Irden was also brave. Seeing that his formation was about to collapse, he personally led the team to rush forward.He threatened that if he broke through the formation of the Han people, those who failed to keep up would be killed without mercy.

Such desperate bravery really played a role in boosting morale, and the loyal guards surrounded Irden, blocking several waves of bullets for him.

But after this army suffered heavy casualties on the potholed road, and was about to cross the mountain road to attack the Han side, the pedal mines arranged on the mountain road were activated.

It didn't rain today, so Zhou Qingfeng could finally deploy landmines.

Inside the pedal mine is an iron spring and a ratchet.If you step on it once, it won't explode; if you step on it twice, it won't explode; if you step on it three times, it won't explode.When he stepped on it three times, more than a dozen white armored soldiers had already rushed over.

The iron spring popped out, and the flintlock mechanism ignited the five kilograms of explosives.

There is a thick layer of gravel on the explosive bag, and there are eight hundred if not one thousand.After the explosion, it was like a goddess scattering flowers, thundering in place, and smoke and dust rising, covering any target within a radius of 30 to [-] meters.

Ten meters away from the explosive package, no one can be spared.From ten meters to 20 meters, there is a distinction between minor injuries and serious injuries.The dust and gravel from the explosion even fell on the heads of the expeditionary infantry battalions on both sides of the mountain road.

If it weren't for wearing a helmet, some people would be smashed with bags all over their heads.

This bombing completely interrupted the offensive that Mang Gurtai had given him so much hope.Not to mention Irden's troops attacking from the mountain road, even the Heshuotu and Sele troops on both sides also retreated.

Can't move, can't move at all.

Zhenglan Banner has an army of 300 on horseback, and the battlefield on the mountain road is relatively wide. There may always be only two to three hundred people fighting head-on.Manggurtai's experience told him that two or 300 people can stand side by side, which is already a rare and spacious road in the mountainous area of ​​eastern Liaoning.

But the flintlock guns of the Han people on the opposite side told Mang Gurtai that the charge of two or 300 people was useless at all.The killing efficiency of the side-firing firepower arranged diagonally is too high, and filling the flesh and blood hole with human life will not be enough.

Irden's troops touched a landmine, and his guards only grabbed a tattered corpse and came back, crying all over the place.Mang Gurtai's face was throbbing with veins, and everyone around him was watching how he would deal with it.

Should I let it go, or...?

Mang Gurtai's whole body was shaking, and his face twitched.He squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "The master died in battle, the powerful enemy is not defeated, you still have the face to come back? Drag it down for me, and chop everything up."

All the white-armored guards around were taken aback, and the defeated soldiers who had fled back cried and begged for mercy, either shouting 'Lord Baylor, spare your life' or 'I have tried my best', or 'The Han people are too strong'.

It's just that the banner owner ordered, and the Baijia guards couldn't be merciful, so they could only drag the escaped companions down and cut off their heads one by one.

Everyone also understood that Mang Gurtai could not retreat in the slightest as the battle situation was tense right now.

Dajin established a country by being invincible in field battles.

If thousands of Dajin warriors can't take down the rough positions of hundreds of Han people in the wild.If this is spread, Nurhachi will not let Mangurtai go.

Even father and son will take away Mangurtai's title and confiscate all his cattle records, fields and slaves.

Right now, the fight lasted only an hour, with more than six hundred casualties, and those who were lost were all elites.Even the horse army tried to charge, but failed to break through the two layers of horses on the opposite side.

At first glance, the casualties are not large, and there are still more than 3000 of the [-] horse infantry.But the masters at all levels of the Zhenglan Banner faintly commanded no troops.

White armor soldiers are equivalent to grassroots officers and non-commissioned officers.After these backbones are broken, ordinary flag soldiers will naturally avoid the battle passively.The latter either squatted where the master could not see, or fled the battlefield to save their lives.

"Collect the team and set up camp." Mang Gurtai also knew that rushing again would be futile, and insisting on persecution would only lead to mutiny, so he had to slowly restore morale first.

He looked at the mountains to the left and right, "Send someone to climb over the surrounding mountains to see if there are other paths. Try to go around behind the Han people. If you can make a detour, there may be a turning point."

After everything was arranged, Mangurtai turned around and told his cronies to send a secret order to report the situation to Huangtai and Fei Yingdong in Kuandian, and asked to send a group of white-armored soldiers to the town, otherwise he would not be able to take the troops with him. Back to Kuandian.

The fighting stopped, and the sentry of the Zhenglan Banner left quickly.

The infantry battalion commanded by Zhou Qingfeng was leisurely on the two hillsides.The fusiliers received a shocking education in battle and understood how deadly the rifle in their hands was.

The whole battalion took turns to rest, drink water and eat dry food.

As the platoon leader, Cui Xiaoer kicked the rocks on the ground to clear a small place to sit down.He leaned his rifle on his shoulder, took a sip of water from the kettle, and sighed, "I never thought that I, a farmer in the small town of Songjiang Prefecture, could come to Liaodong to fight the Tartars.

These are the Jurchen Tartars that Grandpa Yue didn't win back then. Hundreds of years ago, they harmed Song Dynasty and died one by one in my hands.

When I went back to my hometown and said, who would dare not praise me, Cui Xiaoer, as a tough man?Guaranteed to choose the eldest daughter from all over the world, and I can marry whoever I want. "

"Shuo Yue Quan Zhuan", this is the script during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, and was used by the "Shengguang" for ideological education in advance.This thing is much better than dry preaching, officers and soldiers love to listen.

There are too many treasures in Chinese history, and if you take them out, you can build a common understanding of the whole nation and enhance cohesion and identity.

The storyteller mentioned that Yue Wumu picked Xiaoliang King with a gun and defeated Jin Wushu, and the whole Songjiang Mansion could hear the excitement; when the Twelve Gold Medals ordered the troops to withdraw, Grandpa Yue served the country faithfully, but he was punished for nothing in the Fengbo Pavilion. Died for wrongful charges...

The common people feel the same way, why do we need war mobilization?Crowd sentiment has boiled over.The whole Xinhua army wished they could immediately cross the ocean, go to Liaodong, and fight the Jurchen Tartars for [-] rounds.

Destroy this morning food!

All the soldiers in the platoon were eating pork jerky and listening to the bragging of the platoon leader, they all laughed cheerfully.In today's field battle, facing the Jurchen barbarians pouring in like a tide, everyone actually has no idea.

When the Zhenshuo Pass was blasted before, everyone knew that there were not many people on the pass.The door opening was blocked, and the Tartars behind the closed wall could not get out.Cui Xiaoer dared to use a row against the Jurchen Tartars on the wall because he knew the enemy was not strong.

After the daytime battle today, the whole battalion understood one more thing—under favorable terrain, 300 people on our side could fight against [-] Tartars.The seemingly spacious mountain road is actually a bottomless death trap.

It seems that there are many people on the opposite side, but the number is actually limited in a cross-section.The straight impact is simply a living target for death.

Zhou Qingfeng counted the whole battalion before the battle.

How many projectiles can be shot by the whole battalion per minute, what is the hit rate, how many targets can be killed, and then how many people can rush over from the opposite side.

When counting, the entire battalion turned pale.Because they knew that their side set off overnight just to intercept three or four thousand Tartars in the middle of the road.

This troop comparison is 'one to ten'!

But when the fight really started, Cui Xiaoer's mind became stable when he saw the enemy fell to the ground and died, and the Tartars really couldn't make it through.Chief Zhou's calculations were correct.

Especially the so-called white-armored soldiers who wore heavy armor, looked mighty, but were actually clumsy, staggered when they walked, and couldn't run fast at all.

As for the Tartar horse army, they couldn't get up quickly when facing the broken mountain road, so they had to either avoid it or turn a corner.And it's easier to shoot a horse than a man.

"Let's work harder to wipe out the Jurchen Tartars, and let Grandpa Yue know this. Liaodong belongs to our Han people. There are so many trees here, and they can be transported back to Songjiang to build a lot of big houses."

The massacre of the Han by the Jurchen Tartars in Liaodong was widely publicized.The soldiers also came from bitter backgrounds, and felt that being bullied by officials and gentry in Songjiang was miserable enough, but they didn't expect that there would be worse in Liaodong.

The army took advantage of the trend to publicize that the Han people in the world are one family, and raised the concept of family and country to the concept of country.This world is not the world of a certain surname, but the world of the whole world.

This is of great benefit to improving the combat effectiveness of the army, and it is the only way for the modern army to transform into a modern army.

Zhou Qingfeng established a formation on the mountain road. Wang Xin worried that he was short of troops, so he ordered a naturalization battalion to advance quickly and catch up to assist in the battle.

During the battle in the morning, the naturalization battalion rushed to the battlefield and was placed under Zhou Qingfeng's command.The battalion heard the sound of killing on the hillside, and learned that there were three or four thousand Tartars charging into the battle, and many soldiers fled in fear of the confrontation between the enemy and ourselves.

But when the battle lasted for an hour, the Xinhua infantry from the south was almost unscathed, and the corpses of the Tartars on the opposite side were all over the mountains and fields.