Nanming Engineer

Chapter 415
At the Shiling Pass, more than a dozen strong and naked men, holding drumsticks in their hands, mustered all their strength, and beat the mallets vigorously against the war drums erected on the wooden frame. people's hearts.

After closing, there were several suona players on both sides, as if echoing, they blew suddenly amidst the sound of the drums. The rapid and loud suona sound, combined with the rhythmic drum beats, immediately mixed into a soul-stirring charge horn.

The cavalry on the two wings, Li Dingguo on the left had already shown his face in the one-sided fight with the Mongols just now, and Ding Guodong on the other side hadn't seized the opportunity, and his eyes were tight. Chicken blood is generally excited.

The frontal Qing army is finished, and anyone can see that the only ones who can continue to maintain a sense of combat under such bombardment are the magic soldiers in the sky.

Of course they are not the Qing soldiers. Although the myth of Jurchens being invincible is said in the rumor-like popular legend, in fact, the Jianzhou Jurchens are also people of flesh and blood, and they are also afraid and scared.

The stable formation of the Qing soldiers has collapsed. The cavalry that rushed in like a tide turned into corpses all over the ground. The majestic shield chariot group turned into pieces of burning and smoking broken wood. The strong and brave soldiers fell on the ground. Dead bodies on the ground, or retreating in a hurry, fleeing for their lives.

Ding Guodong tightened his armor, took out the mountain-destroying crossbow at his waist, and looked to the left, but was surprised to find that on the other side far away, Li Dingguo had already led his troops to rush out, shouting and killing all over the sky. It's already ringing in the sky.

Falling behind again!Ding Guodong cursed secretly, kicked the horse's belly with both feet, and simply roared: "Kill~~!" and rode out.

Five thousand Gansu soldiers followed, their iron hooves shook the sky, their roars could be heard for hundreds of miles, they jumped over the artillery array like tigers descending a mountain, and killed them.

Two white streams of iron rush out from the two wings of the Ming army in front of the Shiling Pass. They are menacing and powerful. Everyone holds crossbows and long knives, and the white iron armor is very dazzling in the setting sun.

"Too much deceit!" In the chaotic Ruishi camp, Boluo yelled. If the guards on one side hadn't held his horse desperately, this burly man would have gone up to him: "How dare the Nanman be so arrogant, put me too Where are the grandparents and grandchildren?"

He slapped one of the guards aside, and shouted: "Don't pull me, I want Nanman to know how powerful I am!"

"My lord, no! No!" A guard hugged his horse's neck recklessly, and endured the slap on his head as big as a cattail fan, refusing to let go. Several other soldiers gathered together anxiously. Beside him, someone tried to persuade him: "My lord, you can't do anything! Nowadays, the Southern Barbarians' firearms are fierce, so please avoid them and let's fight again in the future!"

Bo Luo was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, like a man-eating ghost: "Shut up! If I retire today, how can I stand up in front of the regent again? This king has fought countless bloody battles outside and inside the pass, and has never been in front of Nanman." You have retreated and conceded defeat, are you going to make an exception today? You wait for the servant to get out of the way, and follow this king to bloodbath Minggou!"

A guard general looked sad and helpless, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, our Ruishi Battalion only has 2000 people. They are all warriors who have followed your Majesty in battles since the time of Emperor Taizu. In terms of fire and water, as long as your Majesty gives the order, everything will be done." Nothing to say, but things are really urgent these days. The Ming army is too powerful to fight fiercely. The Han army was completely wiped out, and the Mongolian soldiers also fled to death. The rest of our tribe are all seeds. It would be a pity to leave them here. Even if After today's tragic victory, what will we do to gain a foothold in front of the Regent's throne in the future? My lord, think twice!"

These words hit the point immediately, and Bolo was immediately discouraged. He was right. Hou Jin always valued strength. He didn’t have soldiers and banners, and he was idle as a prince. Sooner or later, he would be kicked out. If you make a mistake, you may be framed by your enemies. After all, the struggle for power and interests never stops.

Boluo let out a long sigh: "Forget it, go and bring back the battalion of dead soldiers ahead, let's withdraw."

The guards were overjoyed, and the master finally figured it out, so he separated some people and rushed forward to meet the battalion of dead soldiers among the defeated Mongols. The rest hugged Boluo and retreated.

The Ruishi Battalion is full of infantry. Among the 2000 people, only Boluo and more than 200 people ride horses. At this moment, they are retreating, but they can keep the lineup in order and retreat slowly. Compared with the Mongols around them, But it is much more strict.

Further behind, the [-] Banner soldiers of Nikan's Chinese Army are also slowly retreating. The banner does not fall, and the formation does not disperse. These two soldiers and horses are like reefs that stand firmly out of the water when the sea ebbs, and the surroundings are chaotic. , I stand still.

At the back of the Qing army were thousands of Nikan Aha and other supporting personnel. Seeing the defeat in front of them, these people were slightly panicked. Some people began to leave the group and flee, but in general, they still maintained the group. The shape of a group.

Wang Huan, who climbed to the top of Shiling Pass to take an overview, was filled with emotion at this scene. He lightly slapped his palm on the stone wall and said with emotion: "Houjin really lived up to his reputation. He was defeated but not scattered, and retreated without being in chaos." , these generals are worthy of being veterans of many battles, and their discipline is between Zhong Bo and our Kuizhou army."

While he was sighing, he saw a man coming up from the city in a hurry behind him. He asked Ma Wannian a few questions. Ma Wannian nodded, approached Wang Huan, and asked respectfully: "The two battalion commanders Li and Ma are asking. , what should they do?”

Wang Huan tapped his fingers on the wall bricks, turned around abruptly, lifted his red cloak, strode down the city, and said as he walked, "Let them fight with me and crush them! The Tartars retreated in groups, Li Dingguo And Ding Guodong's cavalry may not be able to eat it, and it will not be worth the loss if it is bitten back. Order! The cavalry went around to the back to cut off their retreat, and let the infantry do the rest with firearms!"

Before the words were finished, people had already left the city, and their horses were ready. Hundreds of guards lined up on one side, their knives were out of their sheaths, their bows were drawn, their white armor clattered like dragons and tigers, and they looked at their general with anger.

Wang Huan got on the horse, reined in the reins, turned around, the horse neighed, and the horse on the human house, white horse and white armor, red cloak and red tassels, the man looks like a god, and the horse is like a white dragon. It is especially powerful in a team of tigers and wolves.

These personal guards are the second batch of guards recruited in Shaanxi. The previous batch has been enriched to serve as officers in various centurions. To put it bluntly, they are not inferior to white soldiers, so Wang Huan can certainly trust them in recruiting them.

The words of encouragement have already been said before the start of the battle, so there is no need to say anything at this moment, Wang Huan's eyes swept over their faces, and his eyes were filled with fiery eyes, which seemed to ignite everyone's hearts, and he swung the long knife in his hand , the reflection of the sharp blade illuminated his face: "Follow me to kill the enemy! Endless!"

The long knife pierced the sky like a forest, and countless voices roared in response: "Kill!"

The door was closed and wide open, Wang Huan took the lead and left without a trace.

Outside the customs, the Kuizhou army of the brigade began to move forward in great strides, and the bird commander returned to the team and became a member of the team marching forward. The Kuizhou army was like one man, and the cowhide military boots stepped on the ground covered with the flesh and blood of the Qing army. , with a bang, the long row turned into three square formations, and the three battalion heads of Feng, Lin, and Huo advanced side by side. Each square formation was composed of several small square formations of thousands of people. In order, there is no chaos in the process.

In the distance, two groups of cavalry, one on the left and one on the right, ignored the scattered Mongolian soldiers running around and outflanked the Qing army's rear formation. This vast mountainous flatland was like a martial arts training ground for the Kuizhou army. The effect of the drill was fully reflected.

Boluo and Nikan, mixed among the Eight Banners soldiers, saw all this clearly, and their inner shock was no less astonishing than they were at the beginning of Kuizhou's weapons. I have never seen it in the Ming army.

"Form an formation! Form an formation!" Boluo, who was dragged behind, first realized something was wrong, and shouted: "Ming Gou wants to eat us, and then retreats into their arms, forming an formation to defend against the enemy, and destroying their pawns!"

The Eight Banners soldiers hadn't dispersed, they retreated slowly, and the formation was not dispersed. At this moment, the two thousand elite battalions immediately locked into a group, forming a circular formation that could face the enemy from all sides, with spears facing outward, archers inside, cavalry Sandwiched in the middle, advance can attack and retreat can defend, this kind of formation, Houjin soldiers have faced the superior Ming army many times outside the pass, and have never been defeated.

The composite horn bow in the hands of the Qing army is made of elm wood and animal tendons as strings. It has strong pulling force and is much stronger than the standard step bow of the Ming army. The second time, he took the lead in the confrontation with the Ming army's bird commanding soldiers. Even though the Ming army had the upper hand, they were disgraced in the bow and arrow firearms confrontation.

At this time, Bo Luo's calculation was exactly this way. He saw the Ming army chasing them out of the range of the cannon, and the cannon was heavy and heavy, so it was impossible to carry it to chase. As long as you stand firm, there are still variables in this battle!

"The archers are in place. When the Ming army comes over, all arrows will be fired at once, and then take advantage of the chaos and counterattack!" Boluo ordered loudly, and pulled out a heavy arrow with a barbed armor-piercing feather arrow from the quiver with his own hands. Putting it on the bow, the hand wearing the iron finger is clasping the string, and the eyes are fixed on the approaching Ming army, ready to go.

He never believed that the Ming army could defeat the Houjin soldiers in a battle with cold weapons. The Ming army they met today had powerful weapons, but without firearms, the Nanban were just a group of weak cattle and sheep.

The Ming army phalanx surrounding them is getting closer and closer, surrounded by three sides. The white Mingguang armor is shining with silver light in the setting sun. It is so bright that it is so dazzling. The Ming army must strip off their armor.

When the Ming army approached about 150 steps, they stopped and stayed in place.

Bo Luo was stunned, and just as he was wondering, he saw a group of rattan armored soldiers rushing out with shields in their left hands and bamboo tubes in their right hands, approaching less than twenty feet away from the Qing army's circular formation.

The archers of the Qing soldiers instinctively shot out a wave of arrows without waiting to issue an order. A shower of arrows hit the shield of the nearby Ming army. There was a sound of "Zhaza", but no one of the Ming army hiding below was hurt.

When the rain of arrows stopped for a while, the Ming soldiers shouted, and immediately twisted their arms and threw with one hand, throwing the sparkling bamboo tube in their hands high.

Boluo squinted his eyes, looking at the bamboo tubes flying in the sky, he didn't know it, and then suddenly remembered that it seemed that the Mongol Karchuhun had also seen such things when he rushed to the artillery formation of the Ming army.

His pupils dilated suddenly, as if he had seen something terrifying, but he was helpless. He drew his bow and string in panic, and shot an arrow "swish" towards the bamboo tube in the air.

The incident happened suddenly and the bamboo tube was small. How could it be so easy to shoot?Dozens of bamboo tubes flew like flowing bamboo leaves, falling into the dense Qing army formation in a mess.

Wang Huan stepped into the army and smiled slightly: "It's done!"

(End of this chapter)