We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The defense of the Fengtian Army camp was indeed hasty.

The camp's defensive facilities obviously did not support a desperate defense. In order to facilitate the movement of baggage trains in and out, the camp's walls were not even complete, and large sections were empty.

The troops stationed at the camp were not regular troops, but a militia transport brigade.

The transport brigade consists of 10,000 combat units and is a militia organization. It is not the main force and is not even directly under the Ministry of War.

In the transport brigade, only officers came from the regular army, and ordinary soldiers were auxiliary troops, laborers, and slaves.

Among them, the auxiliary soldiers only received simple basic training, and the civilian laborers had no training at all.

As logistics personnel, they do not need to go to the battlefield and are much safer.

But that was when we were winning the battle and there were no unexpected situations.

The Fengtian Army is currently facing a situation where these civilians who have not experienced the hardships of war are in danger.

The officers' roars echoed over the camp. In order to deal with the sneak attack, the officers drove the auxiliary troops out of the camp gate.

Accompanied by the sharp call of assembly, the auxiliary soldiers gathered in a chaotic manner in the open space outside the camp like a frightened flock of sheep.

The baggage carts became their only support. The drivers whipped the mules and horses, pushing the heavy four-wheeled carts together crookedly, preparing to form a chariot formation for defense.

The wooden wheels left deep marks in the mud, and the car bodies collided with each other, making a dull sound.

The four-wheeled carriage was difficult to turn and difficult to straighten, leaving large gaps.

The spearmen were pushed to the front of the chariot formation, their steps staggering and the spears in their hands knocking against each other.

The musketeers and archers climbed onto the carriages in a panic, looking for a place to stay.

"Stand still! Stand still!"

An officer stood on the carriage, brandishing his sword, his face livid:

"Those who fear war will be killed without mercy!"

His voice was hoarse and could not cover the noise of the crowd.

Several militiamen tried to run towards the camp gate, but were stopped by several Fengtian Army political commissars who hurried out.

The political commissar loudly urged them to turn back, form a battle line and resist, and not to flee in the face of the enemy.

Militiamen are also soldiers, and as soldiers they cannot turn around and run away.

However, once the desire to escape spreads, how can it be persuaded back with just a few words?

The political commissars looked conflicted, gritted their teeth, and drew their swords.

The knife flashed, blood splattered on the spot, and several bodies fell limply.

The crowd was in an uproar, but when they saw the usually amiable political commissar personally beheading several deserters, the escape was finally stopped.

There is no other way. If we don’t use drastic measures at this time, once the escape trend is formed, more people will die.

In addition to encouraging combat and unifying thoughts, the political commissars of the Fengtian Army also had the responsibility of supervising the battle, but they rarely used it.

The spearmen barely formed several uneven rows, with their spears pointing in the direction of the Silla army that was surging like a tide, their arms trembling slightly.

The musketeers squatted in the carriage, frantically pouring gunpowder from the leather bags at their waists, and the gunpowder was scattered everywhere.

The battle line had just taken shape when the motley wave of the Silla vanguard was already fifty steps away.

Among the 50,000 Silla soldiers, only a few elite soldiers wore thick leather armor, a very small number of veterans wore iron armor, and the rest of the soldiers either wore cloth armor or no armor at all.

Rushing in the front were a handful of veteran soldiers wearing iron or thick leather armor, with fierce eyes, brandishing swords and guns, and roaring like wild beasts.

Behind them were endless Silla soldiers like locusts, holding a variety of weapons, but the oppressive feeling brought by their numbers was suffocating.

boom--

A sudden gunshot ripped through the air.

It turned out to be a militia musketeer with a pale face. His hand trembled, the firing rod was pressed down, and a gunshot rang out suddenly.

bang bang bang-

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A burst of chaotic gunfire rang out instantly.

Smoke suddenly rose up, obscuring the view of the front row.

The militia musketeers were stimulated by the sudden loud noise and subconsciously opened fire.

The officers' shouting and attempts to stop them were of no avail; the roars were drowned out by the sound of gunfire.

Sparse lead bullets flew out, most of them were shot too high or too far off target.

Only the Silla soldiers at the forefront fell in sparse numbers, but these casualties were like stones thrown into the sea compared to the 50,000-strong wave.

After the gunfire gradually subsided, the smoke was blown away by the wind.

The Silla officer who was rushing in the front looked back and saw that the dark army behind him had hardly stopped and the line was still intact.

He grinned and laughed wildly, pointing the blade forward:

"The Fengtian Army is nothing but this, kill them!"

Taking advantage of the time when the Fengtian militia was reloading ammunition, the Silla army began to charge.

shhhhh--

First, a sea of ​​black arrows was shot from the rear of the Silla army.

The Silla bows were not considered strong and lacked strength, so most of them were nailed to the thick fenders of the carriage, making muffled sounds.

But there were also sporadic arrows that flew over the chariot formation and hit the musketeers on the chariots or the spearmen under the chariots.

Screams were heard, some people fell down holding their arms, and some were shot in the face, bleeding profusely.

The archers in the Fengtian army also began to fight back, and the same sparse arrows were thrown back and fell into the charging crowd of Silla, bringing with them screams and curses.

Neither side was elite, and their long-range attacks seemed weak and chaotic.

As soon as the rain of arrows stopped, the veteran vanguard of Silla rushed to the front of the chariot formation with howling.

They chopped at the shafts of the carts with knives and rammed the tilted bodies of the carts with their bodies, looking for gaps in the formation and gaps between the carts.

A few brave veterans even climbed directly onto the carriage!

"Hold on! Stab!"

The officers of the Fengtian Army drew their swords with red eyes, rushed to the front gap, and blocked it personally.

The spearmen thrust their spears out in a chaotic manner, without any rules or strategies, relying solely on instinct.

Some spears pierced the Silla soldiers who were climbing up and knocked them down.

Some spears were blocked by the opponent.

More spears just poked in vain in the air.

The militiamen's faces showed a mixture of fear and ferocity, and meaningless roars came from their throats.

Close combat!

The sounds of swords and guns clashing, metal entering flesh, and crazy roars instantly filled the entire front line.

Blood splattered on the muddy ground, the cold shafts of the carts, and the soldiers' faces.

The officers of the Fengtian Army were dressed in distinctive uniforms and armor, making them conspicuous targets among the chaotic militia and the main targets of the Silla people's siege.

A sword chopped down fiercely, and an officer who was commanding the spearmen was unable to block it, and a large piece of flesh was cut off from his shoulder in an instant.

He screamed and took a few steps back, then was stabbed by several spears.

Another officer was heartbroken when he saw his comrade die tragically.

He swung his sword to knock down an enemy who was climbing onto the car, and rushed to the next enemy fiercely, but was stabbed in the ribs by a spear from the side.

The officer's eyes were bloodshot, and he cut off the gun barrel with a sword. He also fell down with blood spitting out of his mouth.

The successive fall of officers was like pulling out the backbone of the convoy.

The militia realized what was about to happen, their defenses began to waver, and crying spread among the crowd.

"I can't stand it anymore!"

"Defeated! Defeated!"

"The commanders are all dead..."

"Run, run!"

Some militiamen began to retreat quietly, looking for a way to escape with frightened eyes.

The balance of victory is weighing heavily on Silla.

However, at this moment.

Rumble-

A dull and powerful vibration came from the rear of the Fengtian Army camp, penetrating the noise of fighting on the front line.

The sound was like rolling thunder rushing along the ground, getting closer and clearer!