I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 72 Take the initiative to attack!

"Master Sentinel, shall we... want to go hunting?"

Just as the Jiannu cavalry was busy making food, the iron gate closed, and an old soldier squatted on the wall with his butt pouted, looked at it for a few moments, and suddenly asked.

"Hunting?" The sentinel was stunned.

"Is it feasible?" Sir Sentinel asked with some embarrassment: "We should be able to suppress them by defending the dangerous place..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but the general meaning was expressed very clearly. Since he can take advantage of the opponent and beat him to death, why run out to die?

"Master sentinel, the Jiannu cavalry is very tough and extremely cunning, don't look at those beasts who are busy cooking, maybe there is something bad in their stomachs." The old soldier grinned and said:
"We have fought Jiannu dogs for more than [-] years in Liaodong, and we know them well," the veteran soldier continued, smacking his lips, "Maybe it's not the live targets that will rush to us later, It's their artillery."

"Cannon? Didn't the commanders say that this Jiannu cavalry is all light cavalry?" The sentinel frowned slightly, and his young and vigorous face was full of doubts.

"Master sentinel, when the cavalry charged just now, did nearly 100 people and more than 200 horses fall far behind?"

"The old man felt that the Jiannu dogs underestimated the enemy at first, and caught our new muskets by surprise. They didn't have time to set up the artillery."

"The place where they set up camp is called Paoling. There is a highland Paoling Peak nearby, less than [-] steps away from the iron gate. If the other party really has artillery, they quietly touch it and set up the artillery, and fire it condescendingly. I think we will suffer a lot. .”

The other veteran soldiers nodded slightly. Obviously, what they said made sense.

Jiannu doesn't like to use artillery, but it doesn't mean that others don't know how to use artillery.

What's more, since they have detoured thousands of miles to knock at the customs, no one will believe that there are few siege weapons.

"However, it is definitely not the Hongyi Cannon that can be carried by a horse."

An old soldier said with a frown.

"Then... hunt once?" Sir Sentinel lost his mind.

The Great Ming Lecture Hall is a new-style school opened under the auspices of the idiot emperor. The principal, Mao Yuanyi, is the No. 1 military art in the world. It's a pity that everyone's enrollment time is too short, and they have never been to a real battlefield.

So, overall, nothing more than a bunch of student soldiers...

"We have eighteen old clappers, ten of us are left to guard the pass, and the other eight can go out to hunt."

"In addition, eight student soldiers can be dispatched to follow, and practice their hands by the way."

The veteran soldiers were not ambiguous at all, and after getting the permission of the sentinel, they directly started to arrange tasks.

They selected eight of the student soldiers, made some preparations, and set off with a bow.

The 16 members of the 'hunting team' went into battle lightly, leaving behind all unnecessary equipment. They only brought muskets, magazines and dozens of grenades, circled a big circle, and slipped down the city wall four or five miles away from Pao Ridge. .

Crossing mountains and forests, 16 people are like [-] cheetahs, sneaking quietly among the mountains.

On the way, several veteran soldiers briefly explained a few words, taught the student soldiers several "sign languages" commonly used in combat, and roughly made a task arrangement.

Since you hunt, you cannot become prey.

These veteran soldiers have been stationed at the Iron Gate Pass for seven or eight years. In the past, they used to sneak out of the pass to steal food in the nearby villages. Therefore, they are very familiar with the topography and landforms in a radius of tens of miles.

Therefore, when these sixteen 'hunters' quietly touched Paoling Peak, more than a hundred Jiannu cavalry did not notice it.

Sure enough, they were installing artillery!
Two modified versions of the artillery, a lot of ammunition!

The old soldiers recognized at a glance that the artillery installed by the Jiannu cavalry was a modified version of the Hongyi cannon. The gun mount, fort, and gun barrel could be disassembled, and it was also a rear-loading type.

The barrel is a full circle smaller than the Hongyi cannon, but because it is modified to fill the breech with ammunition, its range and power should not be much smaller than the real Hongyi cannon.

If the iron gate is closed and fired a few times, the Ming army defending the city will definitely feel uncomfortable...

Crouching in a forest on the east side of Paoling Peak, the eight veterans looked at each other, communicated briefly in sign language, and then split up.

A veteran soldier leads a student soldier, and is divided into eight combat units, each occupying a direction, forming a rough intersection of firepower.

Among them, seven combat teams were in charge of sniping and killing the slave cavalry.

Another team is in charge of blowing up the artillery...

Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy.

Just this simple way of arranging troops made the eight student soldiers fall in admiration.

In Principal Mao Yuanyi's teaching materials, this kind of firepower matching method for individual combat is actually explained in detail, but after all, it is all on paper, and it is completely different to move it to the battlefield!

"Those Han Chinese pigs, I will send them to the west with one shot!"

"If I knew it earlier, I should let us shoot a few shots first, and then we can talk about it after we have enjoyed it."

"Don't talk, I didn't see Niu Luerzhen's face turned green..."

……

As the 'hunting party' gradually sneaked forward, the voices of the slaves could be clearly heard.

The eight student soldiers only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and their palms were covered with cold sweat, wet and slippery, and they could hardly hold their muskets.

On the other hand, the eight old soldiers looked indifferent, groping forward in the grass and behind the rocks, like a few old cats who were engrossed.

Eight hundred steps, 750 steps.

Six hundred steps.

Five hundred steps.

Get into firing position.

An old soldier stretched out a big callused hand, commanded with nimble five fingers, and all eight hunting teams were in place.

A big wave.

bang...

A round of volleys knocked down thirteen Jiannu cavalry.

One of the student soldiers was trembling all over, and a bullet went somewhere.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Archers, prepare to fight!"

The slave cavalry immediately exploded.

They threw down the cannon parts in their hands in a hurry, reached out to take down the big bow, and formed a battle formation in one or two breaths, bending the bow to aim...

However, the faces of the slaves were ugly.

In the forest to the east, there are seven places where blue smoke is rising, which should be the hiding place of the Ming army.

The problem is, at a distance of five hundred steps, the bow and arrow can't shoot at all!
How to fight this?

A small leader of the slave cavalry quickly reacted. With a roar of Ula Ula, more than a hundred people quickly formed five teams, holding bows and arrows, and charged toward the east mountain forest with bows and arrows.

After rushing forward for more than 200 steps, you can shoot from the back, which is enough to shoot those Han pigs into hedgehogs!

"Come on, go up and shoot those Han pigs..."

There was a gunshot of 'bang'.

The roar of the little leader of Jiannu stopped abruptly and was interrupted abruptly, but it was an old soldier who raised his hand and shot him in the chest and abdomen. The huge impact knocked him to the ground.

The little leader of Jiannu was also tough. He struggled to stand up, covered his bloody stomach with one hand, and roared angrily, "Rush up and tear them apart!"

Bang bang bang!
After a round of salvo, another seven or eight Jiannu cavalrymen were shot and fell to the ground.

The Jianu people were obviously not used to this suffocating way of fighting, but their ferocity did not decrease but increased. They all stared at blood-red eyes, roared Ula Ula, and continued to rush forward.

At the same time, on the hillside not far away, the slave cavalry who were pretending to bury the pot for cooking heard the gunshots and quickly reacted.

In less than two or three breaths, two teams of more than thirty cavalrymen got on their horses, carrying bows and arrows, and rushed towards Paoling Peak.

"One shot for another place!"

"Retreat while fighting!"

The 'hunting party' retreated quickly.

(End of this chapter)