Chapter 205: I will never regret it, but I will fight to the death.
Lang Jun is going to take the lead and lead the army to meet the enemy?
Li Liang panicked, and with a "pop" sound, he knelt straight on the ground.
"Lang Jun is the commander-in-chief of an army, and the safety of tens of thousands of troops depends on him... Lang Jun, you must not take risks..."
"Danger? Hahaha... Li Liang, you really think highly of me. Don't you know how much I cherish my life, sir?"
Li Chengzhi's voice was very soft, but he smiled happily, "Don't worry, you won't be in danger, I will still be in charge... I just took the time to come down and see if you are all scared..." p>
While joking, Li Chengzhi handed the gun and shield to Li Rui and got on his horse.
Not just a gun, but a flag.
The flag is only three feet long, neither white nor yellow, with no embroidered edges and no flag teeth. There is only the word "李" written in ink in the middle.
The calligraphy is very beautiful, with iron hooks and silver hooks, strong and powerful, but the flag is too bad to hold up: it is not only stained with a lot of blood, but also has several holes. It looks old, dirty, and indescribably shabby and rustic. Li Liang remembered it very clearly: When facing Yin Guang, he couldn't even find a secondary flag in the fort. Lang Jun had no choice but to hold up the curtain and write this one temporarily.
Later, when he conquered the Song Dynasty and pacified Zhaoxuan Temple, he also used this side. Then when Li Bai was trapped under Chaona City and fought to the death with all his strength, he still used this side.
The blood and holes on it are from that time.
From that time on, Lang Jun swore a poisonous oath: If he did not avenge Li Bai and his clan members who died in the battle, the Li family would not change the flag for a day.
When encircling Chaona, killing Suo Siwen, and beheading Jiang, the commander of the Chinese army stood with this flag.
When facing Li Wenzhong and the decisive battle in the north of Jingyang, this flag was still flying.
It wasn't until the army stationed in Jingyang and merged with Hu Baozong's fifth brigade of black armor soldiers that Li Chengzhi refused
Reluctantly, I replaced the broken flag with a large white silk banner that was more than ten feet long.
At this time, Li Chengzhi actually took him out again?
Once upon a time, Li's private army only had three hundred soldiers and less than a hundred pieces of armor. However, when encountering enemies that were several times or ten times more powerful, were they ever afraid or sad?
Today, the Baijia camp has more than ten thousand strong soldiers. Their armor is strong and their swords are sharp. They are almost armed to the teeth. They are more than a hundred times stronger than before they went up Kongtong Mountain?
But when they met thousands of crazy monks and thieves who were bewitched, all of them turned pale with horror and felt fear in their hearts?
These monk soldiers are also human beings. They don’t have three heads or six arms, and they don’t have copper skin or iron bones. No matter how fierce, ruthless, or fearless of death, they are still made of flesh and blood. If you cut your neck with a knife, you will still die...
Li Liang felt so guilty that he was so ashamed that he couldn't even speak properly: "Mr. Lang..."
"Actually, you all know that I, Mr. Lang, am also afraid of death, but what can I do?"
Li Chengzhi chuckled softly, "But even I am afraid, what will you do? If you are afraid again, what will you do with the tens of thousands of troops and the hundreds of thousands of people behind you?
To put it bluntly, even if these hundreds of thousands of people have nothing to do with me, Li Chengzhi, what about the Li clan, thousands of old and weak women and children? Where are my parents, brothers, and relatives in the city? Abandon them and let me escape alone?
Li Liang, Lang Jun, I really can’t do it..."
Li Chengzhi raised his head, and slowly swept towards the city, the surrounding areas, and the direction of his ancestral home. Finally, he sighed: "I will never regret it, but I will fight to the death..."
Hearing what he said was clearly about fear of death, but for some reason, Li Liang felt waves of heat rushing into his heart. His eyes no longer seemed to be his own, and hot tears could not stop flowing down.
"Li Liang, fight to the death!"
Li Chengzhi smiled warmly and said: "Even if we really die in battle today and go to Jiuquan in the future, you and I will dare to pat our chests and say: I am worthy of our ancestors, and worthy of future generations..."
"I understand..."
Li Liang wiped away his tears, stood up straight, straightened his chest, and shouted angrily with all his strength: "Fight to the death!"
Li Chengzhi smiled slightly: "Yes, fight to the death!"
Li Zhang held the broken flag in his hand, raised it to the sky, and roared loudly: "Fight to the death!"
Li Rui pulled out the horizontal sword and slapped it hard on his breastplate. His facial features were twisted together, and his thin face was full of ferociousness: "Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death..."
"Fight to the death..."
"Fight to the death..."
The roar got louder and louder, spreading wider and wider, spreading to every corner of the military camp.
Most of the soldiers just shouted together. Although they didn't know what was happening, they all understood that this was a military order to fight the monks and thieves to the death.
I don’t know if they were infected by the roar and aroused the last trace of their bloody nature. The soldiers who were originally frightened and whose limbs were trembling were suddenly no longer afraid.
Those who raised their shields, those who raised their spears, and those who drew their swords, just waited for the sound of the drums to pounce on the slowly approaching monk formation.
"Look...look, that flag...that flag..."
I don't know who shouted, and the surrounding soldiers subconsciously raised their heads.
Three white-armored knights were galloping past the formation. The leading white knight held a broken flag, one strong and one thin, guarding him on the left and right.
Hmm...why does this flag look so familiar?
No, this is the commander’s earliest flag.
All the soldiers of the DPRK received their food, joined the army, and swore an oath under this flag...
Among the Li family, the Song family, the monks from Zhaoxuan Temple, and the local soldiers from Chaona, who has never fought bloody battles with this broken flag?
Whenever you go to war, when do you not swear an oath under this broken flag?
When you return from a battle, how often do you not reward your troops under this flag for their hard work?
When not going into battle, this broken flag will be hung in the middle of the military camp outside Chaona City. Every day when going out for drills and returning to camp every day, no matter whether on foot or on horseback, they will all click on this flag.
But when they have free time, the commander-in-chief, Guo Jijiu, and the Sima of the army will preach and teach under this banner...
You have gone through so many obstacles, but at this last step, you are so frightened that you tremble?
Recalling the past, all the soldiers were excited and filled with pride, and the fear in their hearts was swept away.
Suddenly someone said in surprise: "The man holding the flag seems to be the gentleman? No, he is the commander..."
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Only after hearing the exclamation did someone react.
The guards on the left and right, as thin as a sick monkey and as strong as an iron tower, are clearly the commander-in-chief's bodyguards, chief and deputy commanders Li Rui and Li Zhang.
And the white knight holding the flag first was suddenly Li Chengzhi...
Li Chengzhi ran to the team with the most Li soldiers, suddenly stopped his horse, looked at the white-armored soldiers with a smile, and laughed loudly: "You guys, do you dare to fight to the death?"
This sound of laughter seemed to overwhelm all the roars, and the formation of a hundred people fell into silence as if the pause button had been pressed.
Then came the two adjacent teams on the left and right: they saw that the neighboring team suddenly stopped shouting, and involuntarily stopped roaring, looking suspiciously at the three cavalry standing in front of the formation, talking to them.
The thin one is Li Rui, the strong one is Li Zhang, and the one holding the flag is clearly the commander...
"Fight to the death..."
As an old soldier of the Li family raised his spear high, he let out an excited roar. The excitement and passionate emotion seemed to have infected the entire army.
With the general here, personally leading them to meet the enemy, what else is there to fear?
Not to mention the "sick Buddha" who is only alive, even if the real Buddha comes, he will be torn into pieces...
Looking at the soldiers who were furious and restless, like beasts with red eyes and roaring vigorously, Li Chengzhi nodded vigorously: "Come together!"
Li Rui pointed his saber: "The commander-in-chief has ordered, unite!"
Li Zhang followed closely: "Here!"
"Here...hehe...hehe..."
The flurry of orders spread throughout the army, and the four thousand foot formations moved in unison.
"昘昘..."
Following a few neat and powerful footsteps, and a loud "dong" sound, the queues that originally had gaps in each row, leaving gaps for archers to shoot arrows, quickly merged together.
That huge "dong" sound was the sound made by the steel armors of the soldiers in the ranks colliding together.
The whole process hardly lasted more than three breaths.
The White-armed Army, the same White-armed Army...
Li Chengzhi tightly suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned around suddenly, pointed his broken flag at the monk soldiers who were only a few feet away, and shouted in a cold voice: "Enter!"
This is the front line of the military formation, and there is no longer any obstruction in front.
Four to five feet away, countless monk guards were surrounding him like a pack of wolves with guns in hand and hunched waists.
Li Chengzhi could already see the ferocious smiles on the faces of the monk guards in the front row, and the fierce light in their eyes...
But he didn't have the slightest idea.
"Kill!"
The whole army roared in unison, holding their spears tightly with both hands, and then used the barrel of the spear to bang hard on the square shield hung around their necks and on their wrists.
This is a military salute and an order.
"Dong, dong, dong!" The Chinese army's drum rang loudly three times, then paused for two breaths, and then sounded the drumbeat of the attack again.
"Dong Dong Bang Bang... Dong Dong Bang Bang..."
The first two hits are on the drum head, the third hit is on the rim, and the fourth hit is on the back.
It's like playing drums, the sound is very rhythmic.
To the beat of drums, the white-armored army formed an orderly formation, and there was no chaos in their formation.
In addition, thousands of people in the entire army could no longer hear the slightest noise, like a group of ferocious beasts on the verge of breaking out, facing the linen-robed monk soldiers.
Yang Shu was so shocked that he was numb and gasped repeatedly.
After being shocked for a while, he felt that something was wrong.
It's the same "fight to the death". Why did the first one sound like a roar, but the second one seemed like a cheer?
It’s not like we’ve already won.
We have just begun to face the enemy. The outcome has not yet been decided, and life or death is uncertain. What is there to be happy about?
He watched for a long time but couldn't figure out what was happening. He only saw a phalanx of thousands of people marching together to meet the monk guards.
Even while marching, the array still seemed to be drawn with a ruler, just in time to let the three white riders pass by.
Yang Shu asked suspiciously: "Why did these white-armored soldiers suddenly become so morale when they were so frightened just now? Is it because of that broken flag?"
This is nonsense.
The blood stains on it would be almost the same if they were those of Li Chengzhi...
"It's not the flag, it's Li Chengzhi..."
Zhang Jingzhi's teeth were almost broken with hatred, "You didn't recognize it, who is that person holding the flag?"
Yang Shu was shocked.
In addition to being surprised at the sudden change in the morale and fighting spirit of the Baijia camp, he also kept staring at the nearby monk camp, trying to figure out what method Liu Huiwang used to make all the believers look at death.
Rusheng, so he didn’t take a closer look at who was holding the broken flag.
Looking at it now, who else is there if it’s not Li Chengzhi?
"He doesn't want his life?" Yang Shu was anxious and angry, and cursed sternly, "And you, are you blind or are you blind? If Li Chengzhi has an emergency, the Baijia camp will probably collapse more than before.
The rebels were so quick..."
Cursing, Yang Shu hurriedly went down to the watchtower, "What are you still doing, waiting to die?"
Looking at Li Chengzhi standing in the military formation, Zhang Jingzhi gritted his teeth and followed Yang Shu down the ladder.
Just after stepping down from the watchtower, the white-armored army formation had already advanced five or six feet.
Seeing that Li Chengzhi was standing at the end of the formation, holding the broken flag like a needle in the sea, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Li Chengzhi's brain doesn't suddenly have a fever...
"Envoy, Sima, and Langjun have orders. Please wait in the camp with peace of mind. From time to time, good news will come..."
Li Cong stayed downstairs and bowed in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
Behind him, there are more than a dozen armored soldiers standing neatly on all sides, like four walls, surrounding the ladder in the middle.
The two looked at each other, and their expressions changed with shock: It turned out that Li Chengzhi had made arrangements when the soldiers left the camp, and did not want them to cause trouble.
But what's the use of staying in the camp? If the Baijia camp is defeated, how can they survive?
It's better to kill a person quickly and do your part...
"Fart?"
Yang Shu said angrily, "I am taller and older than him. What qualifications does Li Chengzhi have to order me? Get out of my way..."
Li Cong was so depressed: Lang Jun didn’t dare to order you, but he dared to order me?
He bowed down again: "Your Majesty, I hope you will not be a villain..."
"You villain? Even I dare to stop you. I think you are so bold..." Yang Shu's eyebrows and beard trembled angrily, holding a knife in one hand to scare Li Cong, "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for turning against you."
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Lang Jun has already explained it, don’t say you are just showing off, old man, even if you are serious, I am not afraid...
Li Cong sighed secretly, glanced left and right, and shouted: "Tied..."
Yang Shu's eyes almost bulged out: "I am Yang Yanrong, the official is the Prime Minister of Longdong County..."
"Lang Jun said, it's useless for me, the King of Heaven, to come..." Li Cong muttered, took the rope and wanted to jump up.
"Stop...Li Cong, stop..."
Zhang Jingzhi suddenly stopped in the middle and glared at Li Cong fiercely, "I'll settle the score with you later..."
Then he persuaded Yang Shu: "Go upstairs... I'm really going to be kidnapped. Let alone killing the enemy, you won't even be able to see..."
Yang Shu's face was as angry as a pig's liver. He knew that Li Chengzhi must have given the death order, so these guards were so bold, so he was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger?
"Li Chengzhi is rebelling... Could it be that Li Chengzhi is rebelling..." He jumped in circles and roared, but a dozen guards just bowed their heads respectfully and did not answer the question at all.
"I'm so angry..." Yang Shu gritted his teeth and was dragged up by Zhang Jingzhi.
I don’t know whether he was tired or angry. When he climbed into the watchtower, Yang Shu was panting like an old cow that had plowed several acres of land.
"I'm not talking about giving me a hand..."
Listening to his complaints, Zhang Jingzhi just did not listen and did not move at all.
Yang Shu was suspicious, and moved forward, just taking a look, as if he was drunk, and a dizzy feeling went straight to his head.
Not afraid, but surprised.
I have been fighting for half my life, and I have never seen anything as weird as today.
From the time they misunderstood that Li Chengzhi was about to risk his life, they hurried down the watchtower, were blocked by Li Cong, and then kicked back up. How many breaths had passed during this time?
At that time, I was standing at a low place and could not see clearly. I did not hear any shouts of killing and I just thought that the two armies had not yet engaged in battle.
But looking at it now, the severed limbs of the people who had been killed were scattered everywhere, and blood was flying everywhere... It was clear that they had been killed for a long time.
On the huge battlefield, the formations have already been spread out, with a width of fifty feet. The two armies combined, the front and rear formations are nearly two or three miles in depth.
And in such a large battlefield, with nearly ten thousand soldiers fighting, there are not many shouts of death and screams?
The spear blade, which was more than a foot long, pierced into the seam of the armor, into the neck, and into the eye socket. The expressions on the faces of the monk soldiers changed drastically, and their facial features were ferocious, but they would rather grit their teeth and groan rather than scream out in agony.
If it weren't for the fact that he could still hear his own heartbeat and Zhang Jingzhi's breathing, Yang Shu would have almost thought he was deaf.
His horrified voice changed: "Why...is this so?"
"I don't know either!" Zhang Jingzhi breathed out fiercely, "Li Chengzhi never asked the soldiers not to scream when fighting... I guess the white-armored soldiers were completely aroused by Li Chengzhi. Thinking that the monks and thieves could not shout, I naturally
Don’t shout either..."
"Are you asking about the White Armor Battalion? The blood on their bodies is stained with the blood of enemy thieves, and it's not their own. Why are they screaming?"
Yang Shu said angrily: "Is this the monk and thief I'm asking about?"
Zhang Jingzhi was not annoyed, and thought for a while before saying: "In Li Chengzhi's words, perhaps these monks and thieves have been deeply poisoned in their brains, and they no longer like those rebels who shouted 'rebirth in bliss' to strengthen their courage..." How else can we explain it?
Yang Shu gritted his teeth and squeezed Zhang Jingzhi to make some room for him.
The two of them stood against the threshold, looking at the nearly ten thousand soldiers crashing into each other like a torrent, and they no longer knew how to express their feelings at this time.
They knew that the White Armor Battalion was very strong and had won many battles, and each victory was more bizarre than the last. This was not the first time that they had lost dozens and annihilated thousands.
But when it comes to what makes the White Armored Army so powerful, Yang Shu and Zhang Jingzhi would say at most: The armor is strong, the sword is sharp, the morale is like a rainbow, and the fighting spirit is unparalleled!
Maybe you will secretly suspect that the Baijia Battalion is so lucky that it has never fought a tough battle so far, and it doesn’t know how to respond to a truly powerful army.
Today, they finally found out.
Monks and thieves all over the mountains and plains...
Although the army's formation was uneven, and there wasn't much structure in their offensive, they only knew how to charge forward and kill. But the ferocious smile on his face, the murderous intent in his eyes, and even the gun thrust into his neck, he could still hold back.
How can it not be frightening to scream?
What's more, these thousands of monk soldiers are all wearing armor, walking and riding. Although the weapons are all kinds of, including spears, knives, staffs and hammers, they are all made of fine iron.
If such a person is not a strong enemy, then what kind of person can be called a strong enemy?
But no matter how ferocious the expressions of these monk soldiers are, how hard they bite their teeth, how powerful they charge, the white-armored phalanx of four thousand infantrymen is like an iron wall, no matter how windy or rainy you blow it, I will not move.
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Seeing the two formations strangled together but distinct from each other, Yang Shu and Zhang Jingzhi could only gasp.
This was the first time for the two of them to see the spear array that Li Chengzhi mentioned more than once:
A team of one hundred people is arranged in four rows, with twenty-five people in each row. There is almost no space between the front and the back. People are crowded together, and A is next to A.
Five brigades form a brigade, forming a square, and two brigades form a battalion, forming a square.
The four battalions were put together to form a "kou" shape, forming a huge hollow formation with a thousand people on each side, forty columns wide and twenty-five rows thick.
Surrounded by five hundred carriages, five hundred archers, and a dozen crossbows and stone cannons...
If you look down from a high place, the feeling of shock is the strongest. It looks like it has been scratched with a ruler, or it looks like a huge iron block made of iron and sawed out. It is square and neat.
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Regardless of the front, rear, left or right, there are almost always people on top of each other. How can you rush through such a formation?
Even if you can kill the first one, the second one will immediately make up for it. If you kill the second one, there will be a third one... unless you are strong enough to break through a queue of twenty-five people tightly pressed together in one go.
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Not to mention humans, even bears and elephants wouldn’t work.
What's more, the monk soldiers couldn't even touch the front three feet of the white-armored soldiers.
The first five rows of spears hold their spears straight, and the five-foot-long spear body is only three feet long in their hands. The spears in the hands of the spearmen are one foot and two feet long... This means that the first row of spearmen can reach out and poke the enemy one foot or two feet away.
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But how long are the rebels' spears?
One foot is as high as the sky.
If you hold three feet in your hand and there are still seven feet left, it means that the spear points of the first row of white armor have stabbed you to death, and they have stabbed the person behind you, but the tip of your spear is still three or four feet away from the enemy... p>
It's not that the rebels can't make a spear, there are trees all over the mountains and fields, or it's easy to make a gun barrel two feet long.
But the question is, how many kilograms does a gun barrel that is two feet long have to weigh when a gun head weighing several kilograms is attached?
Where should you hold your hand so that you can keep the balance of the gun and still have enough power to kill the enemy?
Of course, the gun barrel is easy to make, but what is not easy to make is to install it on the tail of the gun, allowing the soldier to extend the gun body as long as possible to kill the enemy, while still maintaining the center of gravity of the gun.
Li Chengzhi studied repeatedly and lost weight again and again, but the weight of a spear was still more than ten kilograms...
Otherwise, there are more than 20,000 households in the five counties of Longdong and hundreds of thousands of people. Why did Li Chengzhi only pick 5,000 soldiers?
Liu Huiwang is not even Li Chengzhi. He talks about blacksmithing today and can make it tomorrow. He can make it in any shape he wants and as long as he wants...
So let alone rushing into the formation, the monk guards can't even reach the bodies of the white-armored soldiers.
The monk soldiers all bared their teeth and looked so fierce. They wanted to rush forward and bite off the white-armored soldier's neck. But if you look closely, you can see that they are still nearly ten feet away. The monk soldier's gun is still three feet away from the white-armored soldier. The first row of spearmen
The tip of the spear hit the monk soldier's neck and thigh.
Some of them were pierced into the armor, but the spear weighing more than ten kilograms was extremely powerful. When it was nailed to the body, it was like being hit with a hammer.
The monk soldier grinned after being hit, but there were still people behind him, so he couldn't fall even if he wanted to, so he could only be squeezed and continue to rush forward.
But the second and third times were not so lucky. The tip of the white-armored soldier's spear pierced his face directly...
Some monk soldiers had sharp eyes and looked at the gap in front of the two long spears on the left and right to get in. However, they forgot that the white-armored soldiers were almost close to each other. The first shot they dodged was hidden by the second shot at least two feet away.<
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Further back, there is a third shot...
Others were smarter, or they had accidentally dodged the spears in the first three rows. Just as they were gritting their teeth and pounced on the spearmen at the front, they suddenly felt a pain in their necks...
The gunmen in the second row lost their guns for some reason and were holding a horizontal knife with blood dripping on it...
Even if you can rush in, it's actually useless.
The white-armored soldier is covered in armor, with a visor on his helmet and greaves on his legs. The only thing exposed is his hands and feet, and only a pair of eyes...