A forty-pound cannonball landed among the returning cavalry, killing one man and one cavalryman on the spot. White smoke billowed out from the rear of the shell. The panicked returning cavalry scattered in fear, but there were cavalry everywhere.
People and war horses collide in
Together, the troops were in chaos. Before they could disperse, the huge cannonball exploded. The iron warheads were broken into pieces, and pieces of shrapnel were shot out to a radius of fifty meters. The strong shock wave caused the surrounding cavalry to fall off their horses.
Another 40-pound artillery shell exploded ahead of time, just above the heads of the returning cavalry. It was like a thunderbolt, emitting an extremely powerful thunder. Where the black smoke was shrouded, shrapnel flew across the sky, ruthlessly harvesting human lives. The returning cavalry was completely injured.
, all fell from their horses to the ground.
Broken limbs and flesh and blood were flying everywhere, many returning cavalrymen screamed, blood spurted out of their bodies like fountains, and their bodies were embedded with pieces of shrapnel.
The cavalrymen next to them watched in fear and reined in the panicked horses. A squad leader boldly shouted: "Steady, steady, retreat, retreat."
The horse boldly whipped the horse hard, trying to get the frightened and frantic horse under his crotch to turn around.
Amidst the roar, Ma Da boldly looked up in horror. A heavy cannonball fell from the sky and landed next to him.
"boom!"
The war horse fell to the ground and neighed miserably. A stream of blood mist shot out from Ma DaDang's body. A shrapnel hit his chest, and blood bubbles appeared in his mouth.
"Captain Horse!" A soldier rushed over desperately, dragging an injured lame leg. There was a cry around him. The injured returning soldier who fell to the ground was crying for his comrades who had sacrificed their lives.
The officers and civilians above the artillery array were stunned, and their mouths were not closed. Many people rubbed their eyes hard and stared at them. For the first time in their lives, they saw the power of the cannon salvo. Where the smoke rose, a large piece fell.
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"Fight! Keep fighting!" Looking at the miserable situation on the opposite side, Xun Xi shouted loudly, looked at the proud-looking gunners around him, and continued to order: "Fight hard, don't stop the bombardment, fire twenty rounds in a row,
The artillery extends and makes the rebels' butts smoke."
"Boom!"
The returning soldiers, who had the spirit of saving lives and healing the wounded, refused to leave the place of death and wanted to rescue their comrades. They were greeted by a hail of bullets. The second wave of attacks was still so sharp, killing hundreds of returning cavalry.
Can't hear clearly what the officer is shouting? The returning cavalry finally realized that this was the attack range of the Qing soldiers. If they didn't leave, they would risk their lives. They turned their horses and fled back.
The artillery shells exploded among them as if they had eyes. There were bursts of smoke and explosions all around. It turned out that the cannons of the Qing Dynasty had a range of more than five thousand meters. Panic grew in the hearts of the returning cavalry. How could they fight this battle? It was so powerful.
The artillery shells have never been seen, and the enemy's face has not been seen, so they have lost their troops and generals.
More than a thousand returning cavalry retreated, and the loess slope disappeared from their sight, and they dared to stabilize their position.
General An Jie, who was snatched back by the soldiers, was injured in the thigh, and shrapnel was inserted into his thigh. Before the official confrontation with Li Ziying, An Jie, who was posted as a pioneer officer, had to withdraw from the battlefield early.
A medical officer shook his head and said: "General An, if you pull out the shrapnel here, I'm afraid there will be heavy bleeding. The only way is to use fire. Can you withstand it?"
"Yes! Come on!" Anjie bit a towel in his mouth and accepted the cruelest medical treatment.
The medical officer used a clip to remove the shrapnel, and used a red-hot iron bar to burn the injured area on Anjie's thigh. The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue. As expected, Anjie, who was a "swordsman", did not say a word, and there was a fire on his head.
The big beads of sweat look like Guan Gong scraping bones to heal his wounds. He is so heroic.
"General An is indeed a hero." The medical officer sprinkled Zhuge Xingjun powder on the wound and wrapped it with the powder.
An Jie took out the towel from his mouth and said loudly: "This setback is nothing. Yang Dawazi, you are in charge here. I was careless. Qinggou's artillerymen are blind at night. They must give me a blow tonight."
If Li Ziying is captured, how many people do we have left?"
Deputy General Yang Dawazi hesitated to speak. He had also seen the power of Mauser guns. The Qing sentries were shooting at them in front, but they watched helplessly as their brothers fell one by one, but none of the Qing soldiers were killed.
Let the brothers from the 14th Battalion charge at night.
In addition to shells and artillery, the Qing army was still sharp, and there were more than a thousand Mauser guns on the loess slope. He was not confident that he could win this battle. But what could he do? Human life was worthless. Anyway, his brothers had already killed him and were ready to die for him.
The brothers took revenge.
"General An, you can rest assured and recover. I'll lift up Little Plum's head and let you kick it a few times to relieve your hatred. I'm going to organize the army now and report the losses of our army to you later." Yang Dawazi patted his chest and said to An Jie
Promise, stand up and leave the woods.
Yang Dawazi stabilized his emotions again, and the soldiers all looked at him. A small setback could not break their steel nerves. The returning army became more and more courageous with every setback, and had an undying spirit of perseverance. The Qing army only relied on the sharpness of their weapons.
, but at night when they can't see each other clearly, it will be a chaotic battle. With the courage of hand-to-hand combat, the five thousand cavalry will be able to wipe out Li Ziying in one go. When the Qing reinforcements arrive tomorrow, there will only be more than two thousand missing soldiers left here.
A corpse with one ear.
The 14th Battalion of the Huijun Army re-appointed 11 team captains, with a total of 30 team captains, each with 40 or 50 people. The statistics soon came out. There were more than 700 casualties, most of which were wounded. Even if they returned,
When they arrived at Dong Zhiyuan, most of them were either dead or useless.
After receiving the news of the preparations, An Jie, Yang Dawazi and other fifteen hundred leaders were on the verge of crying. How could they fight? The remaining people who were in their early 1,000s had to take care of the wounded. More than 30% of the casualties were dead or injured, which meant that this team had no
This is not an encirclement of the enemy, so we can have time to rest and recuperate. The situation is unpredictable, and Qing officers and soldiers will come to reinforce Li Ziying at any time. They will flee back to Dong Zhiyuan tomorrow.
Just now, they were still encouraging the soldiers to fight to the death, but now these officers themselves have no confidence. This is a team without faith. Unlike other returning troops in Dong Zhiyuan, the personnel are very mixed, and some are rebels of the Qing Dynasty.
Among them, Yang Dawazi, He Mingtang, and Mu San were all deserters from Liu Mingchuan's "Mingzi Camp". Due to lack of food and wages, they robbed local people and later joined the returning army. Most of them were Anhui people, and they were the same as Li Guolou.
Half a fellow countryman.
The three of them naturally walked together and rode side by side to meet the leader, Harian Hu. Mu San said with sadness: "The fourth child is dead, and there are fewer and fewer of us old people."
He Mingtang spat angrily and said angrily: "An Jie should not have been allowed to lead the army. Why is he not dead? He is lying on a stretcher just pretending to be a hero."
"Swordsmen whose brains are stuck in the cold weapon age, talking about tactics with such people is in vain, how sad." Mu San cursed mercilessly. There were many people above, fighting for power. There were also many people below, and they believed that
Yang Dawazi is the eldest brother.
The nature is the same, those who accept death will go to the dark side. If the eldest brother is a loyal person, they are the "Liu Guanzhang" of the Taoyuan Three. If the eldest brother is the "Lü Bu", a slave of the three surnames, they will treat their master "
Dong Zhuo" took action.
At this time, an army is like this, a battalion is like this, and even a sentry is like this. To lead the troops is to lead the generals. If the officers are of one mind, the team can be united as one. Just like Liu Mingchuan's "Mingzi Camp", as long as Liu Mingchuan is in the camp
Here, these officers will have no dissatisfaction. But if a general is replaced, the morale of the army will immediately become disorganized, and a lot of dissatisfaction will break out.
Yang Dawazi sighed slightly, wondering where they would go in the future? The Qing Dynasty was willing to recruit rebels who did all kinds of evil, and also accepted rebellious Qing soldiers like them, but there were prerequisites, and that was to achieve great achievements. Otherwise, they had to make great achievements.
Rebellious thieves like them would not be forgiven by their masters. They were captured alive by the officers and soldiers and executed late.
"Let's fight the next battle well, but in the next attack on Li Ziying, we can only serve as a follow-up force. We will not participate in the first wave of attacks. Our casualties will be too great." Yang Dawazi shouted, asking the people behind him
Everyone can hear it. Now that he is the commander-in-chief, he has the final say in everything about the Fourteenth Battalion.
Horse hooves formed in formation, and the ground was trembling. The young and energetic Harian Hu came with a large force of returning cavalry, with a military appearance that was neat and tidy. However, looking at their faces, there was a big gap, and some of them were full of smiles.
The vicissitudes of life, unshaven beards, and some people's youthful appearance, they look like they are not yet adults. As for the young and middle-aged people, they account for less than 30% of the team.
The entire Hui army is a soldier. It can be said that a region or even a nation has rebelled. The national resistance and national self-strength are vividly reflected in the Hui Hui army. How should history comment on the uprising of the Hui army? Taking history as a mirror, the Western Xia Dynasty accepted the Song Dynasty as a vassal
Gong is an example of successful national independence.
No dynasty allows such a state within a state to appear on its territory. For a big country with various ethnic groups, it will never allow each ethnic group to become independent, no matter how much the program proposed during the uprising conforms to the people's will.
Li Yun led a group of cavalry and took advantage of the opportunity of extended artillery fire to severely defeat the returning cavalry. He then rode back to the battlefield, picked up some firearms, cut off a head of one man, inserted it into a thrusting gun, and returned in triumph.
Their team was greeted by bursts of cheers, "Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!". Li Guolou happily cursed: "You brat, why did you come back with a head? You just threw it away."
"Reporting to Mr. Li, many of the third squad of personal guards have returned." Li Yun smiled proudly and threw a human head down the hillside.
"Well, let's rest and eat." Li Guolou was careful with his words and did not praise those who came back. He had his secretary Zhu Dinghe record the results.
Nowadays, everyone has become a soldier, and most of the more than 600 slave laborers do not know how to use firearms. Fan Dahui issued a bayonet and a thrust gun for them to use.
There are more than 500 villagers who have taken in refugees along the way, and more than 100 of them who can shoot join Changfu's team.
In this way, Zhangfu's team had more than 700 people who could shoot, and they were directly commanded by Fan Dahui. He also wanted to show his bravery and command the most powerful team among the civilians.
A total of more than 1,000 civilians who couldn't shoot were also issued with a bayonet and a thrust gun. They didn't need to be taught how to fight. They just gave an order and charged directly to kill the enemy. Those who survive are warriors. If they want to survive, they will kill. It's very simple.
principle.
When eating, there was beef and mutton roasted with red pepper in the pot. Li Yunkai took out a silver knife found on the corpse, picked a piece of beef, looked cool, and showed off with the silver knife. He bit it in his mouth,
He shouted: "It's delicious!"
When he saw Li Yunkai eating meat, as if he was chewing corpse meat, and seemed to see the blood stains on the incision, Liu Guangcai threw the copper jar next to him and vomited. When he didn't vomit anything, he vomited acidic water. Liu Guangcai vomited on the spot.
I vomited, thinking about the blood on the knife, the beef was red, it was really beef red, just like the color of the knife edge, it looked really disgusting.
Li Yunkai saw Liu Guangcai making a fool of himself, sneered at it and said indifferently: "It's very delicious. You can eat a piece. You will have the strength to kill the enemy later. Don't be like a baby who needs protection."
Liu Guangcai took a breath: "You eat, but I won't eat. I feel very sick. I have naan in my arms. I am really hungry. I need something to quench my hunger."
Li Yunkai described his murder experience very calmly, which made Liu Guangcai next to him feel more or less awkward. It was not just bloody, not just ferocious, because when facing the enemy on the battlefield, sometimes there is really only one choice.
, life or death, this is a single-choice question. At this time, it is impossible to comment on the people in the battle from any perspective such as morality, humanity, war crimes, etc.
No one is born to be a war machine, and no one wants to be a murderer, but what is the concept of an enemy?
Apart from their clothes and hair, and their slightly darker skin, what are the differences between those returning troops and us? Before going to the battlefield, they sharpen their swords and shout loudly about killing the enemy and making meritorious deeds, but when it comes to actually killing the enemy, no one can
Everyone will bear a huge impact from the heart.
Liu Guangcai couldn't digest the influence Li Yunkai had on him, so he said: "I understand, why are you so verbose? I have a Mauser gun and I will protect myself."
"Hehe! This is Liu Guangcai's experience. You should learn from me and learn from me. The fame gained by being cute is nothing. Brother, I have made it with one sword and one gun. Mr. Li is the commander, and I am just a soldier."
From a soldier's perspective, Li Yunkai completed his transformation and became a commander capable of dealing with complex situations.