Chapter 113: Xia Bing's Night Sister and Silver Hu Hu (5)
The Song troops in the middle square formation had nothing to do against the Xia army's iron men. They could only be squeezed back step by step with their iron kites.
They had no choice but to resist. The heavy infantry gritted their teeth and fought tooth and nail to resist the Xia army's iron men and iron kites.
Spears and spears didn't work, so they held them against their shields and allowed them to be beaten to pieces with blood and flesh by the ax and mace in the Iron Man's hand. They didn't let them move forward until they breathed their last breath.
The nearly crazy Xia Army Iron Man and Iron Kites had only one idea in mind. They rushed in, tore apart the Song Army's formation, and with tens of thousands of Xia Army behind them, completely defeated the Song Army.
The Song army officers and soldiers on the opposite side had only one belief in their hearts, resolutely resisting them and preventing the enemy from taking a step forward.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and Bai Chonghu also discovered something unusual here.
Through the signal flagman's signal, he knew the general situation and understood the dangers involved.
After the reorganization, the Song Army has indeed taken on a new look, its combat power has improved a lot, and its resilience is also full.
It's just that if this stalemate continues, there will always be a moment of collapse. Once the phalanx in the middle collapses, causing a chain reaction, will it affect the Song Army on the entire front?
In the past few years, the Song Army has been winning battles and going smoothly. But who can guarantee that once the front line collapses, the Song Army will relapse and collapse thousands of miles away?
This is an old tradition of the Song Army. It has lasted for decades and is engraved in the bones. Who can guarantee that it has been completely eliminated and that there is no remnant?
Bai Chonghu knew that he had to use his trump card to turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop.
"Send the order! Ask the Guard Cavalry Regiment to pick up the front camp of the 56th Regiment immediately, take them between the left phalanx and the center phalanx, and then... Yepang! Yepang!"
"My subordinate is here!" Zuo Lieutenant Ye Pian rushed over running.
"You commanded the front camp of the 56th Regiment A in this way..." Bai Chonghu gave instructions to Ye Pangmian, "Do you remember it?"
"Remember!"
"Hit me hard! If you can't defeat these straight thieves, I will kill you!" Bai Chonghu finally said viciously.
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"yes!"
Ye Pian responded and left in a hurry.
Although the progress was going smoothly, they advanced step by step, causing the Song army to retreat continuously, and had completely penetrated the enemy's depths. However, Weiming Anhui felt more and more uneasy in his heart.
Every time Weiming Anhui felt that the Song army on the opposite side was just one step away from collapse. He led his troops to take a step forward with all his strength, but the Song army seemed to be one step away.
Step after step, the Song army on the opposite side was always on the verge of collapse, but it refused to collapse.
How come the current Song Army is so resilient?
Weiming Anhui had fought against the Song army many times in Pingle City, Pingxia City and other places, and he knew the character of this army well.
It's completely different now than before.
If they had attacked like this in Pingxia City, they would have collapsed long ago. But now, they are extremely tenacious, as if they have been replaced by steel and iron bones, and they have persisted time and time again.
But Weiming Anhui knew that the Iron Man team was about to be unable to support them any longer. Wearing such heavy three-layer armor (common clothes not included), it took a lot of effort to take a single step.
The weather is so hot that people in heavy armor feel as if they are soaked in water.
However, the Song army just held on and refused to collapse.
Suddenly, Weiming Anhui saw a cavalry force, about several hundred people, coming between the Song Army's middle phalanx and the left phalanx. They didn't seem to be charging, but they were just arriving with hundreds of people.
These infantrymen, who were carried on horses, were very strangely decorated, wearing leather armor, arc-pointed helmets, several bags hanging on their waists, and a wooden fork on their backs.
The most eye-catching thing is that they carry a strange weapon on their shoulders.
They were the front camp of the Jia 56th Infantry Regiment, the first mixed musketeer unit of the Song Army.
In the assembled team, Ye Pang saw his old acquaintance, Wu Erxiong. This accompanying sergeant finally became a deputy lieutenant.
The two nodded in agreement and said nothing.
Ye Pang shouted loudly: "Gather, line up here!"
The six hundred musketeers stood in a diagonal line, facing the flank of the Xia army's iron men, and avoiding the retreating spearmen of their own side.
They divided into two staggered rows and began to prepare to shoot under the command.
They took off the iron fork from their backs and stuck it on the ground in front of them. They then placed a twenty-kilogram musket on the fork. Then they removed the flintlock trigger and poured gunpowder into the primer tank.
Like Zhao, how could the Song army start with matchlock guns? The starting point must be flintlock muzzle-loading guns.
It’s just that the output of steel is low and must be used to make more needed swords. The barrel can only be cast from wrought iron. The strength depends on the thickness. Therefore, the first-generation flintlock gun of the Song Dynasty was as heavy as a matchlock gun.
Weiming Anhui intuitively told him that these people were very dangerous! He quickly led the Iron Man team, changed direction, and rushed towards these people.
It's just that the Ironman team moved slowly and without knowing it, they completely became a living target.
"Aim!" Ye Pang raised the triangular red flag in his right hand high.
Wu Erxiong, who commanded a group of musketeers, looked at the flag nervously like the other deputy lieutenants and right lieutenants.
Six hundred muskets were aimed at the Iron Man team. All the soldiers were holding their breath and focusing on the enemy from the rear sight and crosshair.
"Fire!" Ye Pang waved the flag down fiercely.
Wu Erxiong and other officers followed and shouted: "Fire!".
There was a dull explosion on the battlefield, and amid the smoke, six hundred rounds of one- and two-weight lead bullets roared out from the muzzle of a 22-mm gun, passed through the air, and hit the Iron Man team.
The lead bullet penetrated the four layers of heavy armor of the front iron man without any stagnation. After being blocked by many blocks, the lead bullet slowed down. When it penetrated into the chest of the Xia army soldier, it brought greater destructive power, destroying the surrounding soldiers.
Bones and internal organs were smashed to pieces.
Weiming Anhui sat on the ground, coughing and vomiting blood.
He was positioned slightly back, and the lead bullet only penetrated two layers of armor. However, the huge impact force had broken several of his ribs, and his heart and lungs were also severely damaged.
A large amount of internal bleeding passed through the trachea, throat and vomited out of the mouth.
Weiming Anhui felt that all the strength in his body was being vomited out one after another. He knew that he would not survive for long.
Sitting on the ground, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the sky.
The originally blue sky was mostly covered by dust. In the fog, Weiming Anhui seemed to see countless ancestors walking through the dust, galloping on the battlefield, waving their sabers, and plundering countless people from the Song Dynasty.
The people and supplies returned to the Great White Kingdom in triumph with loud laughter.
When the wind blows, the dust flutters like a gauze curtain, and the scene changes again. Those ancestors ascended to the land of bliss and transformed into various Arhats, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas.
They were floating and dancing in the air, smiling at Weiming Anhui and stretching out their hands to take him to the Buddhist kingdom.
Weiming Anhui stretched out her hand, hoping with joy to be pulled up to the Paradise by her ancestors, but was awakened by a loud noise.
He turned around and saw that the Song Army had rolled out five iron pipes mounted on two-wheeled vehicles at some point. The mouth of the pipe was as big as the mouth of a bowl. Just now, one of the doors over there had opened fire, spewing out a ball of stuff in the air.
It exploded, and countless lead pellets flew into the sky, turning the iron men and iron kites over there into sieves and bloody men.
The second, third, and fourth doors opened fire in sequence. Weiming Anhui discovered that the fifth door was facing him.
Before he could speak, there was a loud noise, and in the light of the fire, Weiming Anhui found that like all his ancestors in the dust and mist, he was turned into powder in the roar. This chapter has been completed!
