Rows of Ming soldiers, pushing carts, holding swords, shields and firecrackers, slowly approached the Rakshasa army.
"Fire!" Shaklovitz shouted. The Rakshasa artillery was well-trained. Their bronze cannons had a small caliber but a fast rate of fire.
"Boom~Boom~Boom~"
Shells rained down, taking away lives.
A shell exploded half a mile away from Chen Youlong and hit a loading truck. A sergeant behind the truck was shot through the throat by shrapnel and sprayed out blood arrows. He clutched his throat tightly, trying to stop the blood, but in vain
, fell to the ground slumped.
Chen Youlong's eyes only lingered on the soldier for a moment, and then turned elsewhere. One general's achievements have caused thousands of bones to wither, and the "Five Hell Kings" are used to seeing life and death, so they will not care about the life and death of a small soldier.
"Well, the cannons of the Rakshasa ghosts shoot very fast." Chen Youlong cursed and shouted: "Tell the brothers to speed up and get close to fight, then the cannons of the ghost beasts will be useless."
In fact, there is no need to give orders. The subordinates of the "Five Hell Kings" are all veterans of hundreds of battles. As soon as they heard the sound of the cannon, they pushed the carriage and ran very fast, and quickly ran into the blind spot of the artillery.
"Bah~bah~bah~"
The Rakshasa Army's muskets began to fire, but the Ming Army was covered by carriages, so the casualties were not large.
"Bah," Zhao Dashan spat and cursed. Just now, a gun shot into the carriage, bounced off a piece of yellow mud on the carriage, and went directly into his mouth.
"You bastard, if you dare to shoot you, Uncle Zhao, I'll chop off your head if I rush up to you!" There are just as many soldiers as there are generals. The "Five Kings of Hell" are not afraid of death in battle, and neither is Zhao Dashan.
Coward.
The chariot approached the enemy's line twenty steps away, "kill", he shouted, holding a knife and shield, he jumped out from behind the chariot and rushed towards the Rakshasa people.
"Kill~kill~kill~" Countless "Zhao Dashan" and "Li Dashan" began to charge, with an overwhelming momentum, heading straight towards the enemy's military formation.
They encountered a spear array composed of spears.
Rakshasa's regular army is mainly composed of cavalry and infantry regiments. The cavalry regiment is divided into hussars and dragoons; the infantry regiment is divided into musketeers and spearmen.
Seeing that the infantry of the Ming army was approaching his musketeers, Shaklovitz ordered the spearmen to move forward and the musketeers to retreat.
The Ming army ran into the spear formation of the Rakshasa army. Rows of spears were stabbing each other, and Ming troops were stabbed down from time to time.
The swordsmen and shieldmen of the Ming army stepped forward and tried to cut off the spears. Chen Youlong's men used thick-backed pointed broadswords, which were heavier than ordinary knives and were very useful for cutting spears.
Zhao Dashan cut off a spear with one stroke. The spear was broken and the enemy died. The blood of the dead Rakshasa soldiers splashed on his face. He licked his tongue and continued to move forward. War and constant killing can make people become
Beast.
The two sides fought fiercely for an hour, but there was still no winner.
"Report! A large number of Ming troops have appeared three miles away." The sentry sent a piece of news that made Shaklovitz's hair stand on end. At first, he thought that the Ming troops were poorly equipped Buryat Mongols and thought they were all
They were some natives who, despite Milevalov's repeated persuasion, insisted on going out of the city to fight with the Ming army in the field. As a result, once the battle started, he realized that he was terribly wrong. The Ming army's equipment was no worse than his own, and they were also well-trained.
He has good moral character and a determined will to fight.
We just encountered the vanguard of the Ming Army and it became a stalemate. Now that the main force of the Ming Army is here again, how can we win?
"Send the order to retreat," Shaklovitz said bravely.
The two armies were stuck together, and they could not retreat if they wanted to. Chen Youlong was a ruthless man and fought closely against the Rakshasa army. If the Rakshasa army took a step back, he would chase after it. Shaklovitz used all his strength to fight.
They couldn't get rid of Chen's entanglement, and their retreat was extremely slow.
Zhu Ruodeng personally led the army to the battlefield. Unlike his brother Zhu Ruoji who sat firmly in the Chinese military tent when he was conquering Burma, this young prince insisted on going to the front line in person. Although it increased his own risks, it also greatly encouraged the Northern Expedition army.
, morale is high.
When he arrived, the scene on the battlefield was completely different from what he had imagined. There was red blood and severed limbs everywhere, as well as colorful internal organs trampled out by war horses, severed heads, and wounded soldiers who were half dead and still struggling.
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"Help me, Your Highness," a wounded soldier recognized Zhu Ruodeng, called out weakly, and crawled towards him.
Zhu Ruodeng heard the sound and wanted to get off his horse to help the wounded soldier. Suddenly his eyes widened and he found that only half of his body was left, with his intestines exposed.
"Ah!"
His Royal Highness King Ji screamed, and immediately a sickly pale color appeared on his face.
He got off the horse and ran towards a large car behind him. When he entered the carriage and saw no one around, he let out a "wow" and began to vomit.
No matter how noble your status is, you are also raised by your parents. It is the first time you see such a bloody scene. It is normal for you to feel uncomfortable and want to vomit.
"Wow~wow~wow~"
After vomiting for a long time, I felt like I was going to vomit out the yellow bile, and now I feel better.
"Your Highness, are you feeling better?" A chamberlain handed over a towel.
Zhu Ruodeng looked at him, with murderous intent in his eyes. He slowly put it down and said coldly: "If you dare to reveal even a word about what happened today, I will kill you! Do you understand me?"
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I won't dare to reveal even a single word," the chamberlain replied in fear, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.
Zhu Ruodeng ignored the servant. He got back on the horse and issued the general attack order. He wanted to establish the image of the God of War in front of the entire army. The God of War cannot vomit.
"Wow~wow~wow~"
Lu Shiyi also vomited when he saw the cruelty of the battlefield for the first time. He is not the God of War, so he can vomit as much as he wants.
Zhu Ruodeng saw this scene, "Hurry and help Mr. Lu return to camp to rest," the young God of War said calmly.
The arrival of the main force of the Ming army became the straw that broke the camel's back. The Rakshasa army lost the courage to resist and fled in all directions.
"Alas! I underestimated the enemy!"
Shaklovitz let out a long sigh, mounted his horse and retreated.
"Drive~Drive~Drive~"
He shouted and tried to escape on horseback. Unfortunately, he met Chen Youlong, the "King of Five Hells".
Chen Youlong had a special skill. He had developed scuds and could run faster than a galloping horse at short distances. He had spotted Shaklovitz early on. Seeing that the man wanted to escape, he simply dismounted and galloped towards the man.
With a few quick steps, he rushed up to him, pulled Shaklovitz off his horse with one hand, and chopped off his head with a knife in the other hand.
The battlefield finally returned to calm, and the time was fixed on July 8, the twelfth year of the reign of Emperor Guangwu of the Ming Dynasty. The Ming army conquered the North Sea and fought its first battle at Gusino Ozersk Castle. They won a great victory and wiped out thousands of enemies.
"General, the last general has honored his mission and beheaded the enemy general Shaklovitz as a sacrifice." In the Ming army's tent, Chen Youlong, the chief minister of Yuan'an, proudly presented the head of the enemy general in Gusino Ozersk Fort.
level.
"General Chen is indeed a brave general of the Ming Dynasty. This battle showed the majesty of our army and frightened the barbarians. My father named you Yuan'an Bo, which is so good! Yuan'an, Yuan'an, with General Chen here, how wonderful it is."
You can live in far away places. Hahaha!" Zhu Ruodeng was in a very good mood and made a joke about Chen Youlong.
"Hahaha", the generals laughed in agreement, and the tent was filled with joy.
Zhu Ruodeng suddenly remembered that his father often wrote poems to the heroes and generals after winning battles. Well, this method is good. It not only wins people's hearts, but also expresses their feelings. It doesn't cost a penny. I want to learn from my father! p>
"Come here, bring me a pen and paper. I want to write a poem for Yuan Anbo," Zhu Ruodeng said firmly, and soon, a small poem appeared on the paper.