"Throw the iron pear out." Old Zhong shouted loudly.
There was a jingling sound, and the people at the edge of the wedge formation dragged the sacks and threw the iron pears connected with thin iron chains between the two wedge formations.
The Mongolian horses couldn't run in the camp. They had to go around many tents, carts, hay piles, and people running around.
"Come on, charge forward and chop them to death," Bunotaiji shouted loudly.
The Mongols all drew out their sabers in unison, a dazzling sight.
Old Zhong shouted: "Put the spear into the soil in front of you, tilt it at a forty-five degree angle, and do a lunge."
The impact is coming.
Because it was not on a plain, the Mongolian horses did not run, and the impact force was only about one-third of the normal.
The war horses in front of them collided violently, ignoring the densely packed halberds in front of them, their tips shining with cold light.
The Si brothers were at the tip of the wedge formation. They closed their eyes and waited patiently for the Mongols to hit them.
Their hearts were beating wildly and their adrenaline levels were racing.
It was the first time I faced a cavalry charge. If I said I wasn't afraid, that would be a lie.
Once it collides, it is estimated that even if it does not vomit blood, it will break bones. However, the warlords in Duolun City are strict, and no one dares to disobey orders.
It’s not just the fear of beheading, but the fear of implicating the family.
The government will take back the family's welfare benefits and land. This can be life-threatening.
They are all refugees. They might have died of starvation in the drought last year and filled in the ravines.
Now that they have voted for the master, they suddenly have everything.
Land is available, houses are available, and job opportunities are available. Once they see the light, they can no longer endure the darkness.
The rules here are like this. The grassland is a world where the weak eat the strong. There is no need for the tears of the weak. Only the strong are qualified to live.
They would rather die in battle than lose everything to their families.
The brothers of the Si family knew that if they died in battle, their families would receive generous pensions, and the orphans would be adopted as servants by their masters, enter some kind of juvenile military academy, and become officers when they grow up.
Becoming an officer will have a bright future.
For the sake of my family and future generations, all these sacrifices are worth it.
However, the Mongols gave up at the last moment.
The expected impact did not come, and the Mongols bluffed, turned their horses, and rushed through the middle of the two wedge formations.
Waves of angry shouts came, and there was shouting and noise behind them.
The Si brothers opened their eyes and looked back.
On the side of the wedge-shaped square formation behind them, countless people turned to face the Mongolian cavalry on the side, shouted loudly, and raised their halberds.
The hook of the halberd was extended directly to hook the joint of the horse's leg.
When the cavalry is attacked from the side, there is no good way to avoid it.
There were human walls on both sides, and densely packed halberds stretched out like countless centipede claws.
The galloping war horses were staggered by the hooks of their halberds and rolled to the ground.
The sharp hook sliced open the muscles and joints of the horse's legs. The war horse fell to the ground screaming.
The halberd is more than three meters long, leaving a distance of five or six meters in the middle, which is prepared according to the length of the halberds on both sides.
Armored knights and war horses are very heavy, and with the blessing of speed, their momentum is amazing. Once they fall, it will cause extremely serious consequences.
Many people's leg bones were broken, and some had their whole bodies pinned down by the horses.
These Mongolian cavalry were elite troops. They quickly separated some cavalry and moved up to both sides to kill the halberdiers.
The Mongols Nuodun shouted, swung their sabers, and slashed wildly from left to right. Taiji was not far behind, and they had to fight through a passage.
The knight in the middle was too far away to cut down the infantry because the saber was too short. They rushed forward with concentration. The cavalry on both sides were close, covering the breakout of the large army, and used their sabers to cut down the infantry on their sides.
These infantrymen wore black cloth cloaks. With a slash of the knife, the hood of the cloak was cut open, revealing the beaked helmet inside. Sparks flew off the metal of the helmet when the blade struck.
Mongolian Nuodun took a breath of air.
This helmet is so weird. It is round with a beak that protrudes forward. There is also an erect horsehair-like and razor-like comb on the top.
When the knife went down, the helmet was intact and the people inside were not affected much at all.
The infantryman who was cut down ignored him at all, still holding on to the long pole and hooking the legs of the cavalry in the distance.
Nuodun saw that he could not cut open the helmet, and several horses were knocked down by this damn, strange-shaped weapon. He picked up his saber and chopped off the infantryman's shoulders and neck.
There was another series of sparks flying. The shoulders of the black cloak were completely chopped into pieces. Then the entire cloak fell to the ground.
Nuodun was surprised to find that the infantryman's helmet had a circular beveled neck protector extending out from the bottom, directly covering the neck. It was impossible to cut the neck.
The same goes for shoulders.
There are basically two pieces of shoulder armor formed in one piece. The curved upper surface can easily cut open the sword cut from above. The curved surface does not bear any force at all and cannot cut effectively.
When Yang Fan designed this set of plate armor, it was mainly to deal with cavalry, because the biggest threat to infantry in this era was cavalry.
The cavalry is condescending and kills the infantry mainly on the head, neck, and shoulders. Therefore, the helmets and shoulder armors are the most carefully designed.
Even maces, maces, and small axes can be defended, not to mention mere sabers.
Nuodun's eyes turned red with anxiety. This damn guy ignored his desperate slashing and knocked down another cavalryman with his halberd.
These cavalrymen who stopped at the edge to cover the breakthrough of other cavalrymen did not play any role.
The infantrymen on the edge of the wedge ignored them at all.
Nuodun was about to stab the infantryman in both sides to see if there was a weak point in the defense.
According to his experience, the armor of the Ming Dynasty was protected only by semicircular armor plates on the outside of the arms, which extended like a centipede covered with carapace, also called centipede arm armor. The inner parts of the arms and the two ribs were the weakest parts.
However, during the time he was slashing, he had given the infantry in the wedge formation enough time to react.
A halberd came sideways, and the ax was swung to hit his shoulder.
The wooden handle of the halberd is different from the handle of the lance. Because when carrying an axe, the wooden handle of the halberd has an oval cross-section for easy gripping. The lance is a long round wooden pole.
The round shaft of a long gun is to facilitate assassination. The oval and flat long shaft are easy to grip tightly for slashing. The handles of axes at home are all oval.
At this time, Zhao Guanwu's palms were covered in cold sweat. He looked at the ferocious-looking Tatar and kept slashing at Zhao Dazhuang next to him.
Zhao Dazhuang was his cousin. He didn't react at first, but when he did, Zhao Dazhuang had been chopped several times.
Fortunately, this set of plate armor is really powerful. No wonder it was so expensive when I bought it.
When he took out a loan to buy it, he was still scolding the shopkeeper for his evil heart.
Now it seems that anything that can save your life is worth it no matter how expensive it is.
When he saw his cousin being hacked, his eyes were splitting and his chest was full of anger.
He rounded the halberd's ax and struck at the Tatar.
The militia is organized according to communities, and it was Yang Fan who taught An Sanxi.
Yang Fan told him to put father and son, brothers, neighbors and friends into a team.
If one person is hacked to death by the enemy, the others will become angry, furious, and want to avenge him with red eyes.
Otherwise, after the war is over, he will not be able to explain to his relatives and friends. He will also not be able to explain his feelings.
This is called blood revenge, and it is the only way to improve the cohesion and combat effectiveness of the troops.
The so-called brothers fighting tigers are father and son fighting in battle.