Chapter 26 First time involved in the killing field
The final battle was a desperate attack under the command of the Burmese general who had no way to retreat. This pampered guy finally showed some blood in the desperate situation and finally issued an order.
Under the fire of crossbows and spears, the retreating Burmese soldiers ignored the casualties, left corpses on the ground, and shed countless blood.
Fight.
"Kill!" The Burmese general's armor was of good quality, and the two crossbows failed to seriously injure him. Moreover, he also had some martial arts skills. He waved a long spear, roared, pulled out a chopped hook knife, and used the gun blade with his backhand.
Stabbed into the opponent's chest.
"Kill!" Yang waved his bamboo darts, like thousands of spears stabbing each other, cutting the face of a Burmese soldier until his flesh was bloody, and he screamed and fell to the ground.
Hand-to-hand fighting relies on courage and courage. The Burmese soldiers are still fighting against the beasts in a desperate struggle; the Mengshan Ke people are also determined to advance and retreat, because victory or defeat is related to their own relatives and the fate of the entire clan.
Not only did the Burmese soldiers have to attack the battle formations that blocked the road, but they were also attacked by crossbow arrows and spear darts on the hillsides on both sides. The more they flowed, the more people they fought.
There are no fancy moves, and the battle process of cold weapons is bloody and fast; it is also different from the martial arts competition, where you come and go, entangled for a long time. Many times, you just wave your weapons to counterattack, and solve the opponent in a split second, or
You are solved by the other party.
Zhu Yongxing's palms were sweating, and he could not take his eyes off the bloody fighting on the battlefield. This was the battle scene of this era, with blood all over the ground, dead bodies all over the ground, broken limbs all over the ground, and crazy soldiers from both armies.
He screamed wildly, stumbling and jumping in the air with flesh and blood flying everywhere, his face covered with blood spattered with piercing fierce eyes, and he stabbed and slashed at his opponent with his sword.
There is no earth-shattering explosion, no gunpowder smoke, and no flying shrapnel, but the level of bloodshed and cruelty is not inferior at all, and it is more of a test of bravery and courage. Without strong nerves, you will already have a mental breakdown, and your hands and feet will be weak.
Blood splattered on the spot under the knife.
Poof, a crossbow arrow hit the Burmese general in the eye. He screamed, covered his face and fell back. A long spear stabbed hard, penetrated his armor, and plunged deeply into his abdomen.
, and then suddenly twitched, brilliant blood flowers bloomed. General fell to the ground, twitching, twitching in a pool of blood...
In the clear sky, the sun slowly became brighter. Zhu Yongxing endured the discomfort and walked slowly on the battlefield filled with the smell of blood.
Although the battle was over, the killing did not stop. The injured Burmese soldiers were mercilessly killed, while the Burmese soldiers who lost their fighting spirit and surrendered were forced to take off their armor and then driven deep into the jungle, waiting for their fate.
Yu: The Mengshan Ke tribe wanted to migrate long distances, and they did not need prisoners. Zhu Yongxing did not stop him. This was due to the situation, but he felt that his heart was also becoming hardened.
Isn't this the effect he wants to achieve in his plan to wipe out all his troops without letting anyone slip through the net? Zhu Yongxing walked to the shade of the tree, where there was a hint of coolness, which also suppressed the nauseating feeling in his stomach. For what he was about to experience,
The road of struggle in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood was just beginning. He narrowed his eyes and stretched his fingers spasmodically a few times.
Do you have nightmares? I can't bear to see a cow shed tears when it is being killed. I have witnessed Shura's hellish killing field, and my current reaction is really cold-blooded. Or maybe I am a hypocritical person and pity the cow.
Sometimes I turned my head and couldn't bear it, but I wolfed down the beef without any psychological burden.
"Your Highness, let's go eat something and take a rest!" Mengzhu has been accompanying Zhu Yongxing. At first, she saw Zhu Yongxing's face was ugly, so she didn't have much words to say. But now she saw that his expression seemed much more natural, so she said:
"This is how fighting is. If the Burmese soldiers win, they will not show mercy to our people."
Zhu Yongxing smiled bitterly, nodded, and said: "This is what war is like, but you see it more clearly than I do. I've been through the battlefield for the first time, and I'm a little rude. You won't look down on me, right?"
"Your Highness has a kind heart. I hope that after being on the battlefield for a long time and seeing countless bloody cruelties, he can still maintain some compassion." The expression on Mengzhu's face was definitely not fake. She hoped that her lover would be a great hero, but she would not be fake either.
I hope my lover will eventually become hard-hearted.
I hope I can still retain some integrity during the struggle in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood! Zhu Yongxing nodded lightly, which was regarded as a promise to Mengzhu and an expectation for himself. Turning his eyes, he walked up
After a few steps, I picked up a matchlock gun and a leather bag of ammunition from an approaching cart, returned to the shade of the tree, and began to study them carefully.
During this ambush, hundreds of Burmese musketeers hardly fired a single shot. Zhu Yongxing was initially surprised. After he fiddled with it a few times, he understood the key.
It turns out that the Burmese soldiers have not yet used deerskin or silk to wrap lead bullets. This not only has poor air tightness, but also because the gap between the bullet and the gun bore is large and it is easy to fall out of the muzzle, so they cannot march with live ammunition. Moreover, the Burmese soldiers have not implemented customized equipment.
When ammunition is suddenly attacked, it is indeed very difficult to quickly and calmly carry out the tedious loading steps and then aim and fire.
Although the Burmese soldiers had many flaws and shortcomings when using the matchlock gun, Zhu Yongxing fiddled with it for a long time and still found the merits. This kind of matchlock gun should not be too backward, because it has a rear sight and the trigger structure adopts
It is a combination of springs and gears, not a primitive and simple lever.
The advantages of the spring pressure ignition matchlock gun are: increased trigger force, rapid firing, a long distance between the ignited matchlock and the primer plate when ready to fire, and the hammer is held by the sear, preventing misfire due to collision.
At the same time, this matchlock machine laid the foundation for the flintlock and firing machines that appeared in the future. Its basic structure is a prototype of the modern firearm firing machine.
This should be a European-style matchlock gun. Zhu Yongxing used his fingers to pull the single-blade rotating primer plate cover, weighed the weight, and visually inspected the length. He initially judged that it should be a Spanish-style matchlock that had been used on European battlefields since the second half of the fifteenth century.
Musket.
Sixty or seventy years have passed, and I wonder what the latest muskets used now should look like? They are still open-fire guns, but the weight and length should have changed, right? The gunpowder should also be granulated, and the ammunition should be fixed.
Got it? Zhu Yongxing pondered it uncertainly.
"This thing is useless at all." Yang came over with a few people and made a direct conclusion about the matchlock gun, "In a war, it is worse than burning a fire stick."