One hundred and fifty steps, the officers and soldiers made no move.
One hundred steps, the officers and soldiers made no move.
Liu Guoneng's military formation began to run. They ran faster and faster, and they could pass by in just a hundred steps and twenty or thirty breaths.
Their advance is almost catching up with Zhang Tianlin on the right.
Everyone is running with spears and knives, which makes them full of strength. This is much more enjoyable than standing still and being bombarded by artillery, leaving everyone shrouded in the shadow of death.
They are not afraid of dying in battle, they are afraid of waiting to die.
Suddenly, someone ran across the invisible line.
"Flan cannon! Fire!"
The four Fran cannons loaded with powder had already adjusted their angles, and just waiting for the officer's order, the gunpowder sprinkled outside the muskets was ignited. The surrounding artillerymen simultaneously turned sideways and covered their ears. Amidst the continuous loud noises, the front of the front line was fired.
Gunsmoke takes over.
Hundreds of artillery shells burst out in the smoke-belching fire, with countless sounds of friction in the air, and sprayed out a cone-shaped open space in front of the array.
At the end of the cone-shaped open space is the square formation where Liu Guoneng ran.
Lead and iron pellets passed through each body, shooting out patches of blood mist.
Rows of people were knocked down, and their bodies hit the projectiles while running. Their upper bodies were knocked backwards, while their lower bodies were still taking steps. With this kind of movement, people finally fell to the ground in the air.
Those who were lucky enough not to be shot were also frightened by the sudden turn of events. They stopped suddenly, gasping for air, widening their frightened eyes, and searched around helplessly.
Liu Guoneng was also at a loss. The iron pill penetrated the hem of his clothes, and his left leg hurt terribly. He knelt on the ground and screamed. He crawled on the ground with difficulty and patted this and moved that.
Every face holding the chest and abdomen vomiting blood, every person crying and frightened and urinating, are all his brothers and neighbor uncles.
The people behind ran out of Mizi Field, and could only see their twisted relatives who had been shot and fell to the ground, struggling for their lives, and dozens of steps away, the officers and soldiers were facing their muzzles.
Those who were struggling reached out and pushed them from a distance, using all their strength: "Don't come here, run! Run!"
Plop!
The artilleryman took out the water-soaked cloth from the bucket, covered it with the black blunderbuss, made a scoff, suddenly lifted the blunderbuss aside, and threw the charred cloth into the bucket again.
The artilleryman waiting nearby immediately stuffed the muskets into the breech of the gun, and then began to clean up the used muskets.
The artillery officer revised the order, and the orderlies on both sides waved their flags.
The four Fran cannons adjusted their muzzles, two to the left and two to the right, facing Li Wanqing and Luo Rucai's troops who were still advancing.
Li Wanqing was still spinning his head in a daze. He saw Liu Guoneng's team changing appearance after the sound of the cannon. The people in front were gone, the people behind were standing still, and some were running away.
He soon found out.
Bang bang!
Bang bang!
At the left and right corners of the military formation, two cone-shaped open spaces were once again sprayed out. Along the flight path of the artillery, millet grains were cut off like wheat, flying, and there were also people marching in the millet fields.
The left corner of his military formation seemed to have been cut with a knife. Twenty or thirty people were cut down by lead and iron pellets, and there were overwhelming cries and curses.
In the blood mist, for a few seconds, the entire military formation was blinded.
Li Wanqing's troops were not relatives. He looked down at himself and saw that all the parts on his body were quite complete. He ran forward and grabbed the simple square flag from the frightened flag bearer. He waved it and shouted: "Form up and take advantage of their pretense."
Let's fight!"
Luo Rucaina also took a hit. The situation was similar to Li Wanqing's, but more than a dozen of his men were killed last night. The formation was more scattered, which was not so miserable.
At this moment, all the good guys in the team are busy stabbing the seriously wounded ones with knives to give them a good time.
Afterwards, more than 20 lightly wounded soldiers were left behind, leaving more than 200 people to continue advancing.
Zhang Tianlin galloped on the right wing. Amidst the sound of several cannons, he raised his riding whip and looked to the rear. With his height, he could see the three tragic scenes in full view.
He cursed secretly, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, waved his hand to disperse the troops, and personally led the crowd towards the official army's rangers who were waiting outside the formation, while the auxiliary soldiers rode their horses straight to the rear of the official army.
His mission was to break through the obstruction of the army's cavalry on the outside of the enemy's formation and deliver the war horses to Liu Chengzong.
The horse soldiers chased Youdou everywhere on the outside of the battlefield, covering the auxiliary soldiers and their horses as they crossed the line.
Gao Yingxiang rode his horse and stood on the left wing. His Mongolian cavalry was fighting around, and the border army's cavalry stood behind him. Half of the cavalry dismounted, put down five donkey-laden cannons, and observed the battlefield with him.
He said to his left and right: "After cleaning up the official and army cavalry, wait for Liu Shishi's soldiers to come over, and the three formations will break into his formation at the same time!"
Liu Guoneng's army formation did not collapse when it encountered the intensive artillery attack from the Sanzi for the first time, but was shocked and fled when four Franco cannons fired at friendly troops.
There were more than 300 people in the entire army formation, shouting the news that Liu Guoneng had been killed and fled to the rear.
Later, Cao Yao fired a three-eyed cannon in mid-air to stop them, and they stayed behind to be reorganized by Liu Chengzu.
Cao Yao escorted the artillery team forward, but this old thief was not heroic at all. He called the battalion's artillery posts to hundreds of artillerymen, each of them hunched over and used the ground to hide themselves, revealing half of their helmets, carrying
The artillery moves forward.
It's very strange. When the millet is ripe, it will be bent. They all have no choice but to hide in the ground. They all have half of their helmets exposed and arched forward.
Every once in a while, Cao Yao would straighten his waist and look forward to see if the team was going astray or if the enemy troops were moving forward, and then he would bury himself again, like a group of dwarfs walking through the rice field.
There was a roar of artillery in front of the formation, and he didn't know who was being beaten. He couldn't help but encourage the people around him: "If you don't hit us, go forward. This battle is aimed at us!"
Suddenly, there was a crackling sound.
Li Wanqing engaged the officers and soldiers. He drew his bow and fired an arrow at the officers' formation. Then the musketeers in front fired a volley of guns, withdrew backward, and the crossbowmen released arrows.
Several officers and soldiers fell, and then they fought back with bows and arrows.
He didn't dare to go any further. After firing another arrow, he looked eagerly to the right and cursed: "Where is Monk Wang?"
Monk Wang is forming a team at the back.
Those people who came from all over because of the appeal had never seen a battlefield and had never been prepared for war.
Liu Guoneng's men couldn't hold back and rushed forward after being hit by a salvo of artillery fire. They moved slower and slower when they heard the sound of artillery. When Liu Guoneng's troops retreated, they all stopped moving forward.
It was only because Wang Ziyong was there to invite Liu Ding Liujia and the gods to prevent them from retreating.
Otherwise, with so many people retreating, Gao Yingen in the rear formation would not be able to stop them.
After the ceremony was completed, the thousands-man brigade each armed with agricultural tools marched forward again with confidence.
Only Wang Ziyong looked helpless in the formation. He felt that the common people were not stupid. There were some who really believed this, but not many. They just wanted to use this to delay the advance a little, so as not to go forward and be shot.
But he can only do this, otherwise his people will all retreat like Liu Guoneng's formation.
Liu Chengzu could withstand the retreat of Liu Guoneng's troops, but he may not be able to withstand the retreat of thousands of them. Therefore, even if this team advances slowly, Wang Ziyong cannot let them escape.
The left wing also joined the battle. Luo Rucai was very direct. He pushed the hungry people forward with shields, spears and spears, and advanced twenty steps. The officers and soldiers fired a volley of birds, guns and fire, knocking people down like wheat, revealing their good hands behind them.
Zhang Gong strikes.
In fact, his position in the team is similar to that of Wang Ziyong, who adds status to the team.
But he doesn't have any metaphysical theories, and his repeated words about Chelulu are all for profit.
Tell the hungry people that they all have a low life. Even if they die, their parents, wives, and children will be taken care of. Don’t be afraid of anything. If you are still alive after fighting this battle, you will never have to suffer this sin again.
This is very useful for hungry people who have no way to survive. Three rows of shield hands are like a wall, with one row of people sandwiching another row of people. If they are killed, their bodies can still block the bullets.
Even the scattershot of the Folang machine cannon can be blocked, but only a few people in the second and third rows died.
Dozens of good men holding bows in the back squatted down to load arrows, stood up and fired arrows. There was no pattern at all, but they were able to fight back and forth with the officers and soldiers.
He also made arrangements in the formation, strengthening the right side facing the Folang machine gun of the official army, and opening the left side, hoping to induce the official army to move into formation and send troops to attack him, so as to create opportunities for Gao Yingxiang's cavalry to break the formation.
However, the right wing of the army moved two Pearl Cannons out of the ranks, and when the two cannons were fired, he was beaten until he cried for his father and mother.
I just stopped thinking about it.
Liu Chengzu's troops were also advancing rapidly, following Cao Yao's rear in an attempt to fill Liu Guoneng's gap.
Cao Yao poked his head out from the Mizi ground. The tragic scene of rivers of blood on the ground made him take a breath. He quickly put his head back, ordered the three Franco cannons to line up, and then poked his head out again. p>
When he saw Liu Guoneng struggling on the ground, clutching his legs, he raised his hand to wipe his face and cursed secretly: Damn you, I thought you were dead.
"Come a few people and drag the wounded soldiers back."
Several soldiers at the battalion's artillery post put down their firearms and quickly ran into the danger zone with Cao Yao. Immediately, a volley of muskets was fired.
Cao Yao jumped and hid, picked up a shield on the way, went up and threw the shield into Liu Guoneng's hand, grabbed the collar of his neck and pulled him back.
Of course, he did not forget to lift Liu Guoneng up and use him as a human shield.
Then there was another burst of gunfire, and Liu Guoneng groaned again.
The human shield is in effect.
I pulled it back and saw that I had another shot in my right leg.
Cao Yao threw him next to the Folang machine gun. After all his subordinates who had gone out to rescue the wounded soldiers came back, he readjusted the muzzle, stood up, took a look, and squatted down again like a gopher.
A volley of muskets fired, and several artillerymen fell to the ground with a groan.
He said to his left and right: "The general has mounted his horse, and we are ready to fire."
Just now he saw that the cavalry in the distance was galloping behind the official army formation, and the three formations of cavalry were about to complete the encirclement.
Liu Chengzong led his troops to the battlefield.
Soon, Liu Chengzu's troops formed an array behind the artillery. Cao Yao felt that the time had come and ordered: "Flangji, release!"
Bang bang bang!
Three solid artillery shells penetrated into the army formation at a distance of dozens of steps and ran rampant, knocking over several people.
The soldier at the artillery post of the battalion removed his musket with a cloth in his hand, and soon, three more solid bullets were fired.
After firing two rounds quickly, the loading area of the Fran cannon was burned red. The artillerymen immediately abandoned the cannon, carried fifteen small cannons and rushed out of the line. They carried the blunderbuss, and each person went out and fired a shot at the enemy line.
Gun, squat down and play with the artillery.
The officers and soldiers were raining arrows, and the artillerymen wore armor with no fear on their faces. Small cannons fired one after another, and nine solid iron bullets and hundreds of small projectiles flew into the enemy's formation.
The official and military front, which had always been as stable as Mount Tai, finally experienced turmoil and wavering.
Listening to the sound, Cao Yao always felt that a few cannons had not been fired, but at this time he really couldn't care less, so he turned around and shouted: "Guan Liu, it's your turn!"
Taking advantage of the fact that the army was in chaos after being shelled at close range, Liu Chengzu's clan soldiers formed a formation and rushed out of Mizi. They fired first blunderbuss, then arrows, and finally spears against spears, beating the shaken army.
A gap is created in the front line.
The continuous sound of artillery fire from our own side encouraged the friendly forces, and Li Wanqing's troops also seized the opportunity to attack them fiercely and engage in close combat with the officers and soldiers.
The shouts shook the sky.
Zhang Tianlin's troops regrouped on the flank, and the horsemen after the battle with the rangers were each injured. Even Zhang Tianlin himself had two feather arrows stuck in his armor. He leaned the Yanling Saber on his right shoulder and planned to move dozens of people.
In front of the cavalry, his eyes scanned every face following him.
Then without saying a word, he turned the horse's head, gently raised its buttocks, and the horse under him understood, stepped forward with its four long legs, and moved its body forward rhythmically.
Dozens of cavalry teams sheathed their swords, each holding a bow, arrow, and javelin, and followed suit, slowly accelerating.
Hundred steps.
Arrows were flying in the air, and behind them came the neighing sound of a war horse falling to the ground and colliding with inertia.
The war horses galloped faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the enemy formation. The army's small artillery bombarded them. The cannonballs fell on their sides, loess splashed, and the war horses neighed.
Fifty steps.
The saber Zhang Tianlin rested on her shoulder had been lowered and pointed straight ahead. The cavalry began to slow down and advanced towards the rear left side of the official army formation at a moderate speed.
Twenty steps.
The official and military formations began to riot, but the front line had not yet collapsed.
Zhang Tianlin began to turn the horse's head to the left. His helmet was hit by a stray arrow, making a clear impact and making his head spin. However, his outstretched arm and the bright wild goose feather sword did not fall.
The cavalry lined up in a line while galloping, turned left along the route that the leader had galloped, and faced the enemy's line twenty steps away. Each of them fired their bows at their faces and threw their spears.
The military formation fired muskets, the cavalry soldiers fell, the horses fell, and the cavalry soldiers behind them continued to advance along this road of death.
Arrows flew into the enemy formation one after another. The retreating gunslinger covered his face and fell to the ground. The spearman behind him filled the gap. Then he was hit in the chest by a flying spear. He retreated a few steps and was tripped by the friendly troops behind him.
Several more spears were thrown, and the gap became wider and wider.
Zhang Tianlin, who was running like a circle, had just finished half a circle when she saw that the enemy formation at the rear of the team had been rushed out of the gap. She immediately reined in the horse's head and pointed the knife straight at the gap.
The entire cavalry turned around, and the people gathered their bows and swords and joined the leader's team halfway, rushing towards the gap.
The officers and soldiers frantically filled the gap, the officers shouted loudly, and the soldiers clashed with each other.
Finally, seeing the cavalry soldiers rolling in loess and crushing millet, their silhouettes grew bigger and bigger in front of their eyes. The infantry on the front suddenly dropped their spears and ran away. Then the horses broke the formation and raised their swords to chop.
On the other side of the battle formation, Gao Yingxiang raised his Guandao and shouted, "Break through their formation!" Hundreds of cavalry followed Chuang Qi, charging towards the official and army lines with the momentum of going forward and never looking back.
Seeing the government and military formations collapsing on three sides, Liu Chengzong smiled on his horse.
The rear line of the officers and soldiers facing him had been squeezed by the tidal wave of defeated troops, and they were rushing towards him.
With a slight twist of his wrist, the Yanling sword danced out and pointed directly in front of him. Liu Chengzong urged his horse to pace out. His horsemen formed four groups, held high the flag of the marshal of the four directions, and charged towards the defeated army!