Chapter 173: Taking advantage of the situation (Part 2)
[The anti-theft chapter has been refreshed and contains more than 400 words.]
This shout of "enemy attack" was not slow, but there is no practical significance because Zhang Wanbang's people took advantage of the cover of night to ambush quite close. From the time when these grenades were thrown to the ground, it only took three to five seconds.
How many people can escape from a matter of just one breath?
Besides, these are not the hidden weapons of martial arts masters. They are explosive firearms, and they do not have to hit a person's vital part to cause casualties. Even if they explode two or three feet away from the person, this ratio has reached the optimal level.
Black powder also has a certain power, not to mention that Zhang Wanbang and the others used fragmentation grenades. The metal fragments filled in the grenades can also cause huge damage to people.
"ah……"
"Save me, save me!"
"My leg is broken, please give me a hand..."
After a while of people falling on their backs and howling like ghosts and wolves, the two Mongolian teams had lost their combat effectiveness under this unexpected blow. Especially the little leader of the cavalry part was very unlucky. He was hit by a piece of flying debris and got a "throat slit ceremony".
", was killed on the spot, so that the cavalry part directly lost its command, and everyone could only try their best to escape.
But human beings are thoughtful after all. Even if they are escaping, they are not completely desperate. They are only four miles away from the camp. The series of explosions just now might have alarmed the camp, so most of them subconsciously
They all rolled and crawled towards the camp - except for those poor souls who had lost the ability to move.
It's a pity that Zhang Wanbang had already expected this, so these people had just ran twenty or thirty steps eastward when they noticed a shadowy figure in front of them, which seemed to be someone.
When he took a closer look, he was immediately stunned - they were a group of guys standing in a neat line, carrying the new muskets of the Ming army. Even though they were dressed like horse bandits, the Mongolians could tell at a glance that they must be some servants of the Ming army.
"Horse bandit" No one in the Ming army spoke, only one voice shouted angrily: "First row, let go!"
"boom!"
"The first row stands back, the second row, let go!"
"boom!"
The Mongols who swarmed forward suffered a second devastating blow, especially the cavalry who relied on good luck to escape first on horseback. They were all knocked down by these two rounds of volleys at close range.
At this point, the two Mongolian teams can completely declare that they have lost any combat effectiveness.
Zhang Wanbang's voice became even more passionate: "Fire the bayonet! I'll give you half a stick of incense and kill all these beasts without leaving a single one behind!"
"Kill!" All the servants roared in unison and rushed out behind Zhang Wanbang, who was leading the way.
This place was too close to Tumen and Hua Hua's camp. Zhang Wanbang didn't hold back at all. He could easily kill him with his servants.
When this group of people first regarded the torture and murder of pregnant women as a way to brag, they had already warned Zhang Wanbang that he was going to die. Now Zhang Wanbang is about to "write off the account."
Zhang Wanbang did not use a bayonet. Although as an "instructor" he was well aware of the various advantages of the bayonet, given his status, he did not usually need to hold a rifle, so he used a special Yanling knife.
The thick and elongated type comes from the Wang family's arsenal.
It can be seen from the shape of this knife that it has enhanced chopping ability and is suitable for users with strong strength and low strength. Zhang Wanbang was born in a general and has been fighting since he was a child. He has a good body, so he is obviously suitable for this knife.
His swordsmanship is somewhat similar to that of Liu Wei. They are all in a style of going forward without holding anything back. When a sword is used, blood will be seen, and when blood is seen, one will die or be disabled. Of course, it is possible that the battle swordsmanship is of this type.
Style is the main thing.
After a while of slashing, the Mongolian cries for help and begging for mercy could no longer be heard. Zhang Wanbang then dragged the knife, pointed at the ground diagonally, and ordered to the servants: "No one will be left out, no matter life or death.
Give them all another cut and cut off their heads and take them away."
It is not without merit to discuss merits at the head level. At least at this time, the settlement of accounts can at least be clearer, and there is no fear that some Mongolians will pretend to be dead and get through.
Surprisingly, some people actually pretended to be dead, and even stabbed a servant in the forearm with a saber before dying.
Zhang Wanbang was furious. He first scolded the careless servant and ordered someone to bandage him. Then he was so angry that he divided the cavalryman of the Fried Flower Department, who had been decapitated by the swarming servants, with three strikes and five cuts.
Killed the corpse.
Then he glanced towards the Tumen camp and sneered: "They realized something was wrong, but unfortunately they were too slow, so they sent someone out just now. Come on, go get the horses in the woods, and we'll go back and give orders."
In fact, we can't blame Tumen and Chaohua for being slow. In fact, the rate of night blindness among Mongolians is not low. When it's already dark, if you want to send people out, you must first select talents. They will naturally walk quickly wherever they go.
go.
This situation is the same for the Ming army, but if you really want to talk about it, the Ming army may have a certain advantage, because the servant troops can usually adapt to the night, and the rate of night blindness is very low.
If we include the highly pragmatic armed servants, the armed servants of the Gao family may have the lowest night blindness in this era, close to zero. This has a lot to do with his knowledge of the causes of night blindness and the diet to avoid night blindness.
relation.
After burning the incense and walking on the mountain road that he was familiar with before, Zhang Wanbang turned his head and glanced at the Mongolian cavalry who had just run to the "site of the incident" and sneered: "A bunch of trash, they deserve to eat their shit."
Uncle Dong next to him sighed: "More than ten years ago, it would be great if we could always fight such a battle."
Zhang Wanbang was stunned for a moment and asked: "By the way, Uncle Dong, there's something I've always wanted to ask. Why couldn't such a war be fought more than ten years ago?"
"It's hard to say. I think it's just a bad guy." Uncle Dong stretched out his hand and patted the Wanli bayonet-style musket hanging on one side of the horse's butt and the leather bag on the other side, and said, "It turns out that it would be nice to have a three-eyed gun.
That's right. Although that thing is actually very weak when used as a blunderbuss, at least it is not easy to explode. It can hit people when you get close, so it can be used. The other guys are not easy to use. The blunderbuss explodes as soon as it is released, and the knife cuts it.
Just cut it off, how can it be like now?
Nowadays, Jinghua's muskets are small ones that don't explode two or three times a year. They occasionally explode. After checking, it is almost always because the bastards were too nervous and put too much gunpowder... Wang's swords and guns are not bad, although they are expensive.
It’s more than twice as expensive as before, but it’s not easy to break! Major General, in this war, the best thing is to have a good guy.”
Zhang Wanbang nodded thoughtfully and sighed: "The imperial court has done some good things in recent years."
"Isn't that right? How did the imperial court regard us frontier soldiers as human beings before? The younger one was lucky and had a big frame. Although he was a little thinner at that time, he looked like someone who could fight, so he was favored by the master.
, I chose to make up for the servants, otherwise... there are a few boys in our camp who can only serve as guards, and our wives and children can't support themselves. In the year of Xinyou, troops were sent out to intercept me, and they all died.
Wow……
There are only two young people who know that their swords were broken when they died. At that time, the young ones were very unconvinced. Why didn't the Mongolian sabers break, but our Han people's sabers broke? Can the Mongolian craftsmen be better than us?
Is your craftsmanship good?"
When Zhang Wanbang heard that, he was going to slander the imperial court. He quickly interrupted: "Okay, okay, that was all in the past. Now the swords and guns of the Wang family are all made of iron supplied by Jinghua. There will be no such thing."
It's done, otherwise they won't be able to work for a long time...Hey, what the hell am I talking about, come on, let's not talk about this...I didn't count just now, how many heads are there?"
When Uncle Dong heard this, he decisively changed the subject and said with some excitement: "Sixty-two heads, three of them were chopped to pieces, I'm afraid they can't be counted, so let's count fifty-nine. Is that enough for the young master?"
General transferred to the first level?"
Zhang Wanbang smiled and waved his hand: "Come on, it might work elsewhere, but I'm afraid it won't be enough under Gao Bingxian's command... Uncle Dong, think about it, how many Tatar heads were there in the battle in Monan? How much did I get promoted?
?If the results of that battle were recorded in the year of Xinyou, your young master might have been promoted to the rank of commander in chief! Hahahaha!"