Guard soldiers were the main regular army of the Ming Dynasty in this era, but the archers on the opposite side drew their bows a hundred and fifty paces away, which surprised Zhang Ning. He himself did not know how to shoot, but some of Wei Bin's men could shoot on horseback.
Person: The terrain in front of us is slightly lower to the east. When did the range of bows and arrows become so far?
At this time, Zhou Mengxiong said from the side: "The Ming army here often uses light arrows, because the southwest civilians hardly wear armor... This round of bows and arrows is mainly for harassment. They are lucky today, there is no wind, otherwise a gust of wind will blow them
Go to the river."
"Bang bang..." The dense explosions of bowstrings rippled through the air. Zhang Ning could almost feel the violent vibrations of the silk.
Wei Bin's voice shouted: "Raise your shield!"
He raised his head and saw hundreds of arrows flying rapidly in an arc like raindrops. Countless feathers cut through the air and roared in. After a while, most of the arrows were poured into the square formation here, but soon
They were submerged in the forest-like spears, like raindrops falling into the lake, without causing any ripples. The light arrows could not even penetrate the iron sheet outside the shield, and many of them bounced away. Occasionally, someone among them said "ah"
Screaming in pain, it is estimated that an arrow missed the shield and directly penetrated the body; however, the queue did not waver at all, and apparently the bamboo armor on the soldier who was shot also prevented most of the damage.
Hold on, hold on. Zhang Ning thought silently in his mind. This round of bow and arrow attacks puts more psychological pressure on people. It seems that killing is not the focus.
The archers on the opposite side finished shooting a round of arrows without interfering, and retreated one after another. There was a noise in the army camp, and after a while, about two to three hundred spearmen began to move forward. Their formation changes were very skillful, and later
The armored soldiers first formed a sparse formation vertically; the archers in front also formed eight rows. Then the armored soldiers advanced through the gaps and reached the front.
"Dong dong dong..." The drums sounded, and four to five hundred officers and soldiers lined up and began to advance slowly. Zhang Ning remained motionless, watching their performance. The battlefield was like a large-scale rough singing and dancing event.
When they approached one hundred and twenty steps, all the generals turned back to look at Zhang Ning, who was riding a horse in the center position. He still made no move.
About seventy or eighty steps, because of the long row of people spreading horizontally, the distance in the middle looks shorter. The two sides are facing each other, and you can almost see what the person opposite looks like.
At this time, Zhang Ning's Zhongjun sounded a gong, and then heard him shout: "Order the musketeers to attack." As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Bin ordered: "Get ready!"
The square flag at the front was laid down flat, and then raised again. The two rows of spearmen at the front squatted down, and the following row of matchlocks were raised flat amidst the shouts of the flag officer. The flag officers on the flanks
He took out his saber and held it high in the air.
The raised blade reflected the bright light of the sun, and a row of muskets suddenly appeared in front of them. The officers and soldiers who were advancing had a look of surprise on their faces. Their expressions were very clear from seventy or eighty steps away. However, they did not panic. Many officers and soldiers
Soldiers have seen firearms and know that firecrackers (fire gate guns) look scary, but in fact they can't hit very far and their power is very limited.
"Stop! Stop..." The shouts from the officers and soldiers were clear to my ears, and everyone spoke Chinese. It felt so familiar. "Load heavy arrows..."
At seventy or eighty steps, the heavy arrows shot by the compound bow were very lethal. But immediately there was a gong sound from Zhang Ning's side, and the flag officer in the front waved his saber forward and shouted: "Let go!"
Crackling... A familiar scene appeared in front of Zhang Ning. White smoke rose exaggeratedly, and the firelight shone in the smoke, like lightning in the clouds. Zhang Ning, who was riding a horse, looked down at the officers and soldiers, in the front row.
One after another they suddenly fell down, a faint layer of blood danced in the fresh air, and screams and noises suddenly filled the air.
"Change teams, get ready!" Shouts and wooden whistles continued to sound amid the smoke.
After a while, there was a shout and another crackling sound.
The chaos that had just begun to appear on the side of the officers and soldiers. After another group of people fell, they dispersed in a rush. The archers behind were grabbed by the armored soldiers and turned around and ran back. Zhang Ning was overjoyed when he saw this and shouted: "Order the attack.
." However, the morale of the soldiers in the camp was greatly boosted. They were shouting "Long live" and "We must win", etc., and they couldn't hear Zhang Ning's shouts at all. He had to say to the messenger next to him: "Ask the military musicians to play the gongs.
, ordered the attack."
Then I heard Wei Bin yelling: "Stand at attention, prepare to attack...attack..." His voice was already a little hoarse. It seems that to be a military commander, not only must you have good martial arts, but a good voice is also a skill.
"Let's go together!"
The phalanx began to move one after another. After the drum beats were coordinated, the footsteps of the queue became more orderly. The team of several hundred people slowly moved forward with unprecedented momentum.
The horse team in the distance was driving away the running soldiers and letting them gather in the south of the army. A group of people were in a mess, and the horsemen were running back and forth around the crowd waving their whips.
In the open space in the center, a man among the corpses sat up, clutching his stomach. He saw dense crowds of people approaching in large strides. He hurriedly raised a blood-stained arm and shouted something. But the marching team could not stop at all.
Soon, many pairs of feet stepped on it, and a hoarse, lung-breaking scream came from the crowd.
Facing the approach of the main force of Zhang Ning's army, it was impossible for the chaotic troops on the flanks of the official army to assemble and restore their combat strength in a short time. Liu Heju's troops of the Chinese army were almost all infantry, arranged in a square formation, with no reserve behind them.
Zhang Ning's army has already attacked in large groups. There are only two ways in front of Liu Heju, either to clamor for a frontal fight, or to retreat quickly. However, they are so close that retreating before the battle may not be able to maintain the organization.
Soon the rear army of the official army began to turn around and head east, leaving behind a group of troops trying to cut off the rear. However, the formation of those people was already in chaos, and their panic in the face of the large "rebels" was very obvious. After the cavalry on the flanks started
Withdrawing, a group of people who had not organized their troops quickly dispersed and ran in disorder to the south, immediately affecting the order of the officers and soldiers.
Wei Bin immediately ordered a pursuit. The infantrymen in the front line picked up their spears and rushed forward. The attack was uneven but powerful. About two hundred people left behind by the officers and soldiers turned around and ran away when they saw this, some holding long spears.
The spear was unable to turn around for a while and simply dropped the weapon; the generals did not try to prevent the collapse. They had horses to climb on their backs and run faster.
The infantry phalanx of the official army was originally in a dense formation. After the sudden retreat, the crowds caused a jam, and they were soon overtaken by the troops following them. The "rebels" were carrying a two-foot-long weapon.
Spears were stabbed from behind, and the screams in the crowd were deafening. After many soldiers stabbed them with spears, the queue behind them forced them to move forward. There was no time to pull out the spears, so they simply threw them away and pulled them from their backs.
They drew out their short guns, continued to crowd forward, and stabbed the people in front of them in the back. The people behind the officers and soldiers pushed forward in fear, and soon the team was in chaos.