Nanming Engineer

Chapter 445 Military Law
Ma Qijin couldn't remember how many times he swung the spear in his hand, how many times he stabbed, his arms felt numb and swollen, and every time he stabbed, there was a pain of tendon rupture, and the white armor all over his body had turned into a The red armor, the blood stains all over his body covered his true colors, some blood stains were bright red, some were dark, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

The formation was in chaos. Spearmen and sword and shield bearers stood side by side. The gun soldiers with crescent axes darted in and out of the crowd at every opportunity, specializing in cutting people's legs and horses' feet. Some places on the low wall were broken through by Mongolian soldiers. In some places, the Kuizhou army pushed out again, and the two sides were criss-crossed, with me among you and you among me.

His voice was already hoarse, and Ma Qijin's vocal cords were hurt by his instinctive shouting during countless times of fighting with all his strength. He even struggled to speak, but he didn't feel it, and continued to growl with a hoarse voice: "Ha!" took the long gun in his hand.

The crisp metallic sound when steel weapons collide with each other, the muffled sound when heavy blunt instruments hit the human body like pile driving, the screams when sharp blades cut flesh, and the never-ending war drums and horns are intertwined together. It forms a war song of human cannibalism. In it, everyone forgets their nature, only the instinct of survival and violent blood spurt.

Li Dingguo stood on the Guanlou, his hands crackling, as if small explosives had been placed between his joints, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were burning.

The battle of tens of thousands of people was earth-shattering, cruel and fierce. Standing on the sidelines and watching it was not easy for Ze, who is also in the Kuizhou army robe. This situation is like your brother fighting people outside while you sit The family watched him fight, but it was like not being able to go out to help.

Liu Yun, the general manager beside him, is strong-tempered and eager. He has already run up and down the city a few times, scratching his ears and cheeks, wishing to immediately pull people out to fight. The urgency is undoubtedly reflected on his anxious face.

"General! Why didn't your lord give the order?" He looked at the archery tower above the Guan Tower, which was the highest place in the entire Guan City, and had a very wide field of vision: "The majority of the troops led by General Li below are the rebels, who have strict discipline and tactics. It's far behind, incomparable to our Kuizhou Army. Although there are three thousand brothers supporting us, the Tatars have thousands of people. If we fight like this, something will happen!"

He said again: "It is useful for the general to speak in front of the father-in-law, go ask the father-in-law to fight, I, Liu Yun, would like to raise troops to reinforce General Li!"

Li Dingguo's eyes were originally red, gazing out of the city, but at the moment when Liu Yun made trouble, they became clear, bloodshot still densely covered, but his pupils no longer radiated hostility.

He shook his head, took a deep breath, and exhaled, as if spitting out something in his chest, then turned around, patted Liu Yun on the shoulder who was about to jump up, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, the person who brought you , recharge your batteries, rest assured, you will fight the battle behind!"

"But..." Liu Yun stiffened his neck to argue.

"No but!" Li Dingguo's tone became stern, and he waved his hand on Liu Yun's shoulder violently: "Look at the big formation of the Tartars. The Eight Banners of Jianzhou didn't move at all. That's the elite of the Tartars. It makes sense for the father-in-law not to move. What do you stupid young man know? Get down!"

Liu Yun has been with Li Dingguo since he was a child, and he is almost half brother and half servant. Although he has become President Qian, he dare not speak out at all. When Li Dingguo got angry, Liu Yun immediately lost his temper, clasped his fists resentfully, and went down.

Li Dingguo turned back and continued to face the outside of the pass. In the haze of gunpowder, the sound of shouts and killings filled the sky, and the figures swayed in the light of blood. Although the drizzle was falling, it did not hinder the fighting on both sides at all.

Li Tingyu's voice was like a thunderbolt, and he could still hear it clearly even though he was surrounded by chaotic troops. Hearing his voice, this one-eyed general seemed to enjoy this kind of hand-to-hand combat.However, did the rebel army dare to fight like this?How many people can persevere in the face of cruel death?
He couldn't help but also looked at the arrow tower on the upper floor.

There, Wang Huan stood high and looked far away, holding on to the square shield of the archery tower, squinting his eyes and watching seriously.

His expression was indifferent, as if the fight below was not the annihilation and collision of lives, there was no trace of pity in his eyes, only the iron-blooded light flickered.

Ma Xintian and Ma Wannian stood behind him, one on the left and one on the right. Li Dingguo's task was to guard the gate tower. Once Li Tingyu was defeated, he would hold back, so he stayed below.

Ma Xintian's expression was the same as Wang Huan's, joyless, indifferent, and indifferent. The two stood together like two emotionless stone statues, and their silence was so maddening.

Sometimes, Ma Wannian is different. This young man with a square face has a red and white complexion, his thick eyebrows are twisted into a hemp rope, and his right hand resting on the quiver at his waist trembles slightly, as if he can't help drawing an arrow at any time. go out.

Looking at the two stone statues next to him, Ma Wannian still held back.

Sometimes, Ma Wannian recalled the first time he saw Wang Huan a few years ago, and he was completely different from now. Although Wang Huan at that time was already very wise and close to a demon, and his knowledge was beyond ridiculous, he was still more or less happy and angry. Yu Se, everyone admired him more than feared him.

At that time, Ma Xintian, although he was also reticent and taciturn, at least he had an expression on his face, sometimes he would smile, and when he was angry, he would scold his mother, with a bit of fireworks.

Up to now, these two people don't know when it started, and they don't know if they influenced each other. They started to develop in the direction of aloofness and aloofness. They always speak in the same tone. And Ma Xintian has become an expressionless zombie. Except for bowing and saluting when facing Wang Huan, he doesn't even pay attention to others at other times. The soldiers below have nicknamed him: "Yan Luo with Iron Face".

At this time, the fighting was in full swing below, but there was silence on the archery tower. No one spoke. Even the guards standing a little further away were suppressed by the dull atmosphere and unconsciously slowed down their breathing movements.

"Did General Li resist it?" Finally, Wang Huan spoke, his lips moved, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

"I can stand it!" It was Ma Xintian who responded.

The two didn't move their bodies, and didn't even look at each other.

Ma Wannian looked at Ma Xintian strangely, thinking how did he know he was the one asking?

Wang Huan pondered for a while and then spoke again: "The Mongols are here for money. They have no reason to fight for their lives. If too many people die, the wolves on the grassland will eat them up. Who would risk annihilation to fight for the Jianzhou people?" Die? You are right, General Li should be able to survive."

"However, if the rebel army can't hold on, it will be troublesome. Look, whose people are on the right side?" Wang Huan pointed in one direction: "The rear line went first, and our people in front were still fighting, but they back first."

"The supervisor team is just below the city." Ma Xintian said briefly.

Wang Huan nodded.

The watchtower fell silent again, and Ma Wannian was in a daze, as if the conversation just now had never happened and was just an illusion.

……

Under the closed wall, a row of white-armored soldiers stood quietly leaning against the last refusal horse, like a white stone wall on the battlefield in the rain.

Liu Li, general manager of Huoziying, held a mountain-destroying crossbow and a sharp knife on his waist, standing at the forefront of the stone wall, watching the battle not far away with cold eyes.

A group of people in disheveled clothes came hurriedly from the front, everyone was covered with blood, and many of them were still wounded. They followed each other and rushed over from the reserved passage between the low wall and the trench.

Liu Li stood on the only way they had to pass and blocked them.

"Go back!" He spat out two words, his voice was not loud but extremely sharp.

The group of people stood still for a moment, and the person in front shouted: "We have been fighting for several hours, and the wounded and the dead are dead. I want to go back to rest, get out of the way!"

"Kuizhou's military order, in battle, there will be no retreat, no death, no life, and those who retreat without permission will be killed!"

"Fuck you! Who do you think you are? I'm not from your Kuizhou army!"

"After fighting for so long, Iron Man still needs to be painted! Go up and try it yourself!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, or don't blame us for being rude!"

Amidst the yelling, a tall leader lined up the skirmishers and walked up. Once he stood there, he was a head taller than Liu Li.

"This general, Li Zhuang of Yangcheng County, once participated in the Fencheng League. He felt that the Duke of Liang was here to help. This general, look, I have lost a lot of people. If I continue to fight, I'm afraid There are not many left, I know the Duke’s military law is like a mountain, but we are not from the Kuizhou clan, let us go there, and I will plead guilty to the Duke if something happens!” said the big man.

Liu Li looked at him coldly, his eyes were cold.

Shaking his head, he picked up the mountain-destroying crossbow: "I only know military law, and I don't know anything else. If General Li wants to go back, he can just kill the Tatars."

"Fuck you!" The big man frowned, "Why don't you kill the Tartars? I've already said it, you really think you're a fucking character? Get out of the way!"

After saying that, the big man stepped forward and was about to break through.

Liu Li didn't even move his eyebrows. With a pull of the trigger in his hand, a crossbow bolt shot out, hitting the big man's eyebrow.

The big man froze in place, his eyes stared like copper bells, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Li tremblingly, his mouth moved, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, just fell to the ground without moving .

One or two hundred of his subordinates were shocked on the spot, and no one reacted for a while.

Really kill?
Liu Li slowly moved the crossbow and aimed at these people.

After a while, the crowd exploded, and more than a dozen people in front roared angrily, rushed forward with their knives raised, and cursed.

Liu Li did not pull the trigger, and a hail of arrows flew out from his side. The unique "whoosh" sound when the mountain-destroying crossbow was launched was heard endlessly, and the row of white "stone walls" standing behind spoke.

The turmoil of these hundreds of people under the closed wall did not cause a big wave, and was suppressed before the commotion broke out.

Wang Huan was on the archery tower, just took a look, and turned his eyes to the battlefield where the battle was raging.

"Liu Li is good, he handled it well." He didn't seem to know who he was talking to.

"Yeah." Ma Xintian responded again.

As if asking and answering.

(End of this chapter)