Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 760
As time went by, Tashiro Wanichi became more and more depressed and annoyed.

Last year, in Kyushu, he met the most terrifying opponent in his life——to say that the opponent was flattering him, as far as his status was concerned, he didn't even have the qualifications to look up to that evil star; now, at Wusongkou, he He met the most insignificant and indecent opponent in his life. This indecent and indecent opponent just used thousands of militiamen to beat his hundreds of warriors with excellent martial arts to the point of complaining and calling him unlucky!

This kind of opponent, anyone will be unlucky.

"Use quicklime cartridges!"

Bang bang bang!

There was a burst of explosion, and a large group of powdered quicklime exploded in front of the Japanese samurai, immediately covering their faces. The Japanese samurai whose eyes were splashed by quicklime screamed in pain, and was stabbed to death immediately.

"Use iron sand!"

Bang bang bang!

A large cloud of black mist-like iron sand spewed out from the cartridge, covering the face of the Japanese samurai again.

"The wind is coming! Use poisonous smoke!"

Hissssssss————

Puffs of yellow smoke came out of the cartridge, judging from the taste alone, it was known that the cartridge was very rich, with sulfur, realgar, and... chili powder!What's the smell of the smoke from the gunpowder when these messy things are ignited?Whoever smokes knows, the Japanese samurai took a breath unexpectedly, his respiratory tract and lungs felt burning pain, he coughed repeatedly, and the more he coughed, the more he sucked.Can you just hold your breath?Of course not, the irritation of this thing is not so strong, it is not comparable to tear gas, but in this era, the effect of tear gas is outstanding, and the Japanese samurai who were smoked burst into tears, wanting to die!

Wanichi Tashiro is really about to cry, we are here to fight!We are here to kill!What do you want to do with fireworks, firecrackers, and smoke?Please be serious, please!He didn't know that the opponent who hit him and wanted to cry from the bottom of his heart was also in a very depressed mood: these militiamen's combat skills are still too bad, so many good opportunities to destroy the enemy, but they didn't seize a single one!If the Heluo New Army or the Tianxiong Army come, I'm afraid these Japanese pirates have already died eight times, right?

Alas, the iron-blooded forces are all fought in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It is really difficult for the gentle Jiangnan water town to hone excellent soldiers who are happy when they hear the battle.I have no choice but to spend my time, and at the same time pray that the officers and soldiers will come to reinforce early, or that the Japanese pirates will retreat in spite of the difficulties, otherwise they will have to confess to the thousands of people here.

In the end, Anichi Tashiro couldn't stand it anymore. This style of fighting was too frustrating. The opponent would always do things so bad that you couldn't open your eyes and stab him again. Even a tough guy wouldn't be able to hold on.He ordered his men to blow the conch horn, and the Japanese samurai, who were dying from the poisonous smoke, retreated rolling and crawling as if they were being amnesty.

Coincidentally, the poisonous smoke also stopped, and those damned crossbowmen appeared again, holding up their strong crossbows and staring at the Japanese samurai who was coughing and running with a smile, 123, let's go!A wave of crossbow arrow cover was put down in the past, and then it was wound up again, 1234, change the posture and do it again!
Two waves of crossbow arrows knocked down more than 50 people.

Tashiro Wanichi counted the number of people, good guy, more than 800 of the more than 260 samurai he brought have been killed or injured.That's not to mention, the most terrible thing is that these surviving subordinates have been demoralized by the opponent's obscene, indecent, shameless, and sloppy style of play. All chestnut color changes.The combat effectiveness of these militiamen is just like that. If they are used correctly, they can cut five of them. The problem is that they have a variety of spears, and they are never the same. Who can stand this way?When Tashiro Wan saw many warriors retreating, he sat down on the ground and refused to stand up no matter how much he yelled and cursed. He realized that this battle was impossible to fight. Reinforcements are bound to arrive one after another, and it will be useless to fight again, so we can only yell angrily: "Let's withdraw!"

Thinking about withdrawing now?
I went to pay New Year's greetings on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month—half a month late!
Turning around, the exhausted Japanese samurai was horrified to find that there was an extra army less than 200 meters behind him in the morning light!This army is dressed in a black military uniform with narrow sleeves and trousers, which is extremely concise. It wears a steel helmet and a sleeveless breastplate. Each beating mouth is filled with armor pieces, but it is not known what kind of material it is made of.This army consisted of only 600 people. There were only [-] infantry soldiers holding a shiny firecracker in their hands. At the muzzle of the gun, a dagger less than a foot and a half long shone with a cold light. They His expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a group of dead people.

Damn, how did this army emerge?What about the guys who look after the back?Where did the dead go?

A 26-year-old general looked at Wanichi Tashiro with a smile, as if he could tell at a glance that he was the leader of the pirates: "Fight, keep fighting, why don't you stop fighting?"

Tashiro Wanichi let out a curse: "Baga! Where did you come from?"

The young general said: "Wusongkou."

Tashiro Wanichi was taken aback: "Impossible! I left hundreds of people at Wusongkou, and you can't possibly fool their eyes... Where are my people!?"

The young general turned his head and said, "Give him back to them!"

Immediately, a platoon of cadres and soldiers stepped forward, swung their hands, and they threw hundreds of human heads in front of the Japanese pirates as balls. You don’t need to look at anything else, you can tell who these unlucky guys are just by looking at their hairstyles——Yes , it was the gang of Japanese pirates who stayed at Wusongkou to look after the back road. Hundreds of them were let into a nest, and not even a messenger escaped!
The Japanese pirates were all angry. It was a great shame for them to be beheaded. Even if they died, their souls would not be able to ascend to heaven, let alone reincarnation!And these Ming soldiers actually beheaded all the brothers who were behind the scenes without saying a word. How abominable!They roared, their eyes showed fierceness, they held their spears and wanted to fight each other to the death!Tashiro Wanichi was not at all happy about the improvement in morale, on the contrary, his heart was still cold... This time is really unlucky. First, he bumped into a group of wretched and shameless militiamen and got bruised all over his body. What should we do with such a regular army that is full of murderous intent?

He soon found that his troubles were superfluous—a person who is dying, why think so much?The young general made a gesture, and immediately, an officer drew out his sharp horizontal knife with a choke, pointed at the pirates, and shouted sharply: "Attack! No one will be left behind!"

Hundreds of black-clothed soldiers raised their rifles and strode forward in an unusually neat line. The dull and orderly footsteps broke the tranquility of the morning. This was the only sound made by this army. The Japanese pirates were terrified, and their footsteps made the Japanese pirates even more terrified, as if hell had descended!
The militiamen gasped and retreated involuntarily, fearing that they would be affected.The pawn who made great contributions did not retreat, but just watched blankly. The scene of hundreds of bayonets advancing like a wall shocked him, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Heluo New Army!"

The Japanese pirates also took two steps back involuntarily. Tashiro Wan was furious and cut one of his subordinates in half with a single knife, roaring: "What are you afraid of? They don't have swords, spears, or cannons. They only have a fire that looks like a fire stick." Gun, after firing a single shot, you will only be slaughtered, what are you afraid of? Go up and kill him—"

Gunshots like thunder!

At least two hundred rifles fired at the same time. There was no choking smoke, but the sound of the guns was deafening.The Japanese pirates twitched under the deafening gunshots as if struck by lightning. The bullets pierced through their bodies, and then into the bodies of the people behind them. If they were unlucky, two or three of them would be pierced into a string!With one volley, more than 100 Japanese pirates fell down like dominoes. Before they could understand what happened, another volley was fired, and bullets rained down, setting off a bloody storm among them. There are more people coming down.Now that the Japanese pirates finally understood what happened, Qi Qi let out a wild cry, as if realizing that the butcher had driven the herd of pigs into the slaughterhouse.It's a pity that it was too late, the third volley came one after another, and after the three platoons of guns were fired, only a little more than a third of the hundreds of Japanese pirates could still stand, and the rest had already fallen into a pool of blood. She was so frightened that she lost control of her bladder and bowels and collapsed to the ground, her face was pale, her expression was dull, and she couldn't even stand up.As for those who are still standing, they are not much better, their legs are trembling all the time...

"assault!"

The Heluo new army did not reload, and after three volleys completely shattered the courage of the Japanese pirates, the officer gave an order, and the six hundred soldiers roared in unison, and charged at the remaining Japanese pirates like tigers descending the mountain with their rifles in hand. Jump over!Tashiro Wanyi, who was already frightened, squirmed his lips and wanted to say something. Three bayonets pierced through his armor at the same time, and pinned him to the ground. At the last moment of his life, he saw that his subordinates had already died. Completely collapsed, crying and shouting, throwing away their weapons and running away, and then being chased by the Heluo New Army, stabbing him to death with a bayonet from behind, or kneeling on the ground and kowtow like garlic...

"It turns out...we are no better than the guards of the Ming army..." He smiled wryly and closed his eyes.

In just ten minutes, all the Japanese pirates were wiped out, and none of them escaped.The murderous nature of the Heluo New Army is too fierce. Those who resisted, those who escaped, even those who knelt down and begged for mercy, were stabbed to death one by one by them. They carried out the officer's order without any discount: kill all Light, not one left!Such a murderous look, not to mention the Japanese pirates crying for their father and mother, even the militiamen watching the battle shuddered.

The young general turned a blind eye to the screams and blood splattering around him, and even yawned, as if he had no interest in this battle at all.That's right, compared with a series of bloody battles involving tens of thousands or more than a hundred thousand people, such as the bloody battle of Daling River, the Great Battle of Denglai, the Fierce Battle of Lushun, and the Battle of Yiluo Valley, this small scene of hundreds of people is more in his eyes. It's almost like a group fight, not to mention it's a one-sided group fight, and the outcome has already been decided before it even started. The aura of abuse is brighter than the sun, what's the point?Only the brave pawn could arouse his interest.He casually lifted his foot, cracked the skull of a Japanese pirate lying on the ground and moaned with a click, and just stepped on the corpses and blood on the ground, and came to the militiamen who were facing the enemy, and looked at it with interest. The pawn who commanded a group of mobs to fight the Japanese pirates all night laughed and said, "You fought well. If I give you a group of soldiers with a little more experience, it won't be my turn to finish the battle. What's your name?"

The pawn took a deep breath, tried to make himself look calmer, bowed his hands to the general, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "My subordinate Yan Yingyuan, see the general!"

The young general said: "My name is Xue Siming, Xue Rengui's Xue, I miss you, I understand you!"

(End of this chapter)