w Of course, this was something that had to be fought. Feng Sanbao fought all the way up, and there were not two large-scale fights. It was not the first time that a military household wanted to go out and solicit this kind of business.
If you don't fight back, you might as well pack up and go home.
There were less than 500 people in the Yanding team. After several days of emergency mobilization, more than 350 people came, and almost all of them were good fighters.
If we can't defeat more than a hundred military households like this, it's really unbelievable.
"Listen, these poor soldiers don't have muskets, bows and arrows, or knives. They just have spears. What's the use of them? With spears like this, if you run back and forth diagonally, hooking them into chaos, what's the point? If you are within ten steps, the spear will become useless. He will have to retreat before he can stab you again. If you attack him with a short knife, within five steps, he will have no choice but to abandon the spear and turn around, otherwise he will stab a bloody hole!"
Looking at the salt men around him, Feng Erchuang said sternly: "Don't be afraid. The more afraid you are, the easier it is to die. If you get close, we will win. The deputy Qianhu on the opposite side also wanted to be beautiful, and more than a hundred people formed a knot. The gun array just wants to scare us away, he’s so beautiful!”
"Haha, Brother Chuang is so powerful!"
"You're right, Brother Chuang."
The saltmen were undisciplined and shouted randomly, but the leaders nodded and praised them, thinking that these people had boosted their morale.
On the military side of the confrontation, there was still silence.
This key formation and queue, as well as this terrible silence, were deliberately ignored by Feng Erchuang. In his opinion, the number of people and the advantage of being at a high position are the most important. After all, he was a small boy in Liaodong. Officers still understand these most basic military common sense.
"Damn it. Those desperate things, brothers, fuck me!"
After waiting for a short while, there was no movement from the military household opposite, still standing quietly. Feng Erchuang, who was irritated by this silence, flew into a rage. He waved the long knife in his hand and said loudly: "Give it to me. Get it all." Kill it for me!"
There is no man's land left and right here, and there are no bystanders except for a few idle men who have followed. Besides, the world is in such chaos. Neither the court nor the local government will care about such a trivial matter of private salt dealers killing each other, Salt Ding As soon as they heard the order, they all became murderous. Many of them screamed and waved their weapons. Taking advantage of the downward force of the high slope, they rushed towards the gun array formed by the military households on the opposite side.
Sun Shizhong also heard what Feng Erchuang said just now. This salt leader also had one or two shabu-shabu, and he also knew the shortcomings of the gun formation very well.
The Ming army has always regarded the spear formation as useless, because these understandings and the spear formation do have shortcomings.
But they never thought about using training and formation to control the spearmen, and facing the enemy in a complete formation, the power of the spears would naturally be doubled.
He had a relaxed smile on his face and didn't say anything. The truth was stated thousands of times before the war.
If you want to live a good life, risk your life!
Seeing that the saltmen were moving, Sun Shizhong jumped off the horse and slapped the horse's butt hard. The bay-red horse felt the pain and galloped away towards the back of the formation.
This move further stimulated the morale of the army. The commander gave up his war horse, which meant that he wanted to live and die with the soldiers.
Standing on the left side of the queue, Sun Shizhong drew his knife in his hand and stared at the saltmen rushing down like an avalanche.
Two hundred steps.
One hundred steps.
Twenty steps.
When the time came, he raised the sword with all his strength, exhausted all the strength in his chest and abdomen, and shouted: "Gun array, move forward, keep your guns level and ready."
I have long been practiced in this kind of formation training of marching forward. The area under the slope is extremely wide, which is exactly the distance for more than a hundred spearmen to be divided into two rows. When they heard the order, all the soldiers screamed "Huaha"
"With a sound, he leveled the long spear held diagonally in his hand, and then strode forward.
The whole movement is neat and uniform, as if it were done by one person.
The towering spear array instantly turned forward. When Yan Ding rushed down, everyone wanted to dodge. But the battlefield was so big. They were flashing left and right, and they were surrounded by their own people. Where could they dodge?
But the man with the flat-end spear strode forward. Seeing the range of the spear, Sun Shizhong shouted: "First row, move forward, stab!"
"prick!"
"Aim and stab!"
The moment they heard the order, all the flag officers gave the order at the same time, and every member of the first row stabbed the spear in their hands hard!
"Pfft, pfft!"
Almost at the same time, the approaching saltmen were stabbed by dozens of spears. Amidst bursts of popping sounds, at least thirty people were stabbed at the same time. While the blood spurted, miserable howls sounded one after another.
Blood flowed down the tip of the gun, and the veterans in the team could still hold on. The recruits' faces turned pale when they saw such a scene for the first time.
However, Sun Shizhong would not give them time to think. The second order had already been called out: "Second row, step forward and stab!"
Between the two rows, everyone's position is misaligned, so that the first row also gives the second row room to poke forward.
The saltmen behind did not know that although the first encounter resulted in heavy casualties, they saw that the opponent's spear had already been thrust out, and the distance was too close to allow another stab, so many saltmen showed their faces.
In ecstasy, Feng Erchuang, the leader waiting behind the formation, was also shouting wildly, ordering Yan Ding to pounce forward.
The ones who pounced the hardest were the ones who died the fastest. The second row's stabs hit the salt men who thought they could get close. Their weak cotton jackets were not enough to block the sharp spear points.
Almost every shot can pierce these guys or open a bloody hole in their body as big as a fist.
The blood flowed out quickly, and many Yanding had incredible looks on their faces. Looking at the wounds on their bodies, they seemed to not believe that this was the fact that it happened to them.
War is like this. Everyone thinks that someone else will die. When they find out that they may die, their will and spirit completely collapse.
Some salt soldiers began to turn around and run away. Compared with many armies of this era, their performance was not weak, and many of them were even very skilled. If they could really get close smoothly, I believe they would show off their impressive skills.
But in front of the rock-like military formation, these stragglers will inevitably suffer a shameful defeat.
"First row, stab again!"
After two rounds of assassinations, at least fifty saltmen were killed or injured. Those who died on the spot were lucky. Those who were rolling on the ground, stabbed in the internal organs but not dead for a while, were struggling in hell.
They were in so much pain that they couldn't scream. Their eyes were rolled back, they were grabbing something desperately with their hands, their nails were digging at the ground, and they were almost turned over... But this kind of pain was compared to the pain caused by the spear point on their bodies.
As far as blood holes are concerned, it's really nothing.
These guns were all just made by the craftsmen of Zhangjiabao. The sharp and streamlined gun bodies are very suitable for piercing the human body and bleeding. Even if the stabbed person is not injured, he has lost his combat effectiveness and lies on the ground.
of bleeding.
Without treatment, death is just a matter of time.
Faced with such casualties, an organization like Yanding cannot bear it.
Many people screamed, and even many tall and thick men cried. They had never experienced such a scene, and they had never even imagined it.
A fight between three or five people, a hacking and killing of a dozen people, and a melee between dozens of people. At most, it is swords and guns versus sticks, or daggers and axes. What is fought for is experience and strength, courage and determination. These salts
None of the Ding men were lacking, so they were sure to win every battle and never suffered a single loss.
But what we are fighting for today is organization and formation, tactics and will. In this regard, who is Yanding's opponent?
"Everyone listened, keep in formation, catch up to the high slope, and continue to assassinate the enemy!"
On the land that was soaked with blood in an instant, Sun Shizhong still held his sword high and issued military orders in an orderly manner.
According to Qi Jiguang, the Ming army had to reorganize its formation every ten steps forward, otherwise the formation would fall apart. Perhaps Sun Shizhong's men were too few, but at least he was pleased to see that everyone was still
Standing in a row, their movements are still uniform. Even if they speed up their pace to pursue, the two gun arrays still maintain relatively parallel but misaligned positions.
If he practices for another month and a half, he will be confident that no matter how many people there are and how complex the terrain is, his soldiers will still maintain a perfect formation.
Yes, he can, and his subordinates can definitely do it too!
Under the command of Sun Shizhong, the salt soldiers continued to pursue. Under their guns, batches of salt soldiers fell one after another. The gunmen's breathing became heavier, and the expressions on their faces became uglier.
A few points, but there was no hesitation in the pursuit.
Even after climbing up a high slope, the formation was only slightly chaotic and could still generally maintain a very decent arrangement.
On the other side of the high slope, the remaining salt pods did not flee, but collapsed.
"You guys wait for me. This hatred is irreconcilable and we will definitely fight back."
"Kill your whole family, you damn poor soldiers."
Both sides had no horses, but the salt warriors were already running away at full speed, running as fast as they could. Many of them even dropped their weapons in order to run faster.
This battle was lost to death, but the casualties were not too heavy. We just had to find a way to win back this time.
Feng Erchuang, who had just been behind the formation, was running in front, but he couldn't help but turn around and curse at the formation while running. After all, today's defeat was really unbelievable and unbelievable.
For this Yanding leader, this is simply baffling. There are many people on his side, and they are all good at fighting and killing people. They are also good at weapons and the terrain is advantageous. The opponent is a fucking thorn, stabbing, and stabbing again.
Ah, that tall and powerful officer kept shouting, stabbing, stabbing again, stabbing again!
Just like this, he was stabbed and stabbed by these poor soldiers. His reputation for many years of business and his prestige in the salt team may be on the bottom of his shoes after this battle.
"Damn it, I have to bring this back."
The escaped saltmen were like ducks, running everywhere, and were led by Feng Erchuang. The remaining saltmen also kept yelling and cursing.
These people are all vicious people, and nothing can relieve the anger in their hearts. Even if so many of their companions die in front of them, these people are still fierce and their curses are particularly unpleasant.
There is no doubt that as long as they rearrange themselves and replenish their manpower, they will definitely find a way to fight back.
"Free formation, pursue until you can no longer run."
Looking at the scattered fleeing enemies, Sun Shizhong smiled brightly.
Sun Dafu had just stabbed three people to death, and the spearmanship, which was derived from the bayonet assassination technique of later generations, had been mastered by this little flag officer. At this time, he laughed and said: "Damn it, it turns out that you are here too!"
"Hurry up and execute the military order!"
Sun Shizhong smiled, kicked this little flag officer with a good temper, and scolded him with a smile: "It's too late to run away, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain. You have to give me at least three more lives to come back."
"Okay, sir, don't worry!"
Sun Xiaoqi's morale was high as he realized he had figured it out, and the spearmen also realized something. After giving the order to pursue freely, everyone rushed out with their spears in hand.
Some people put down their long spears and picked up the short weapons left behind by Yan Ding. These weapons were sharp and easy to use, and they were much more comfortable to use to chase fleeing enemies than long spears.
Standing at such a high place, watching his subordinates chasing the enemy like ducks is undoubtedly a very pleasing thing for Sun Shizhong. He has a smile on his face, almost like a child, and in
Behind him, after passing through the bloody and muddy battlefield, the salt transport team standing on the high slope was also watching the scene in front of them. They saw the soldiers hacking the escaped salt workers to death one by one, and saw Sun Dafu using
When the short knife slit Feng Erchuang's throat and cut off the head, there were waves of vomiting sounds behind Sun Shizhong.
After chasing for three moments, they chased the saltmen for seven or eight miles underground. Along the way, there were corpses of the saltmen with no heads or blood holes everywhere, including many leaders including Feng Erchuang.
He was killed and his body was put together with ordinary salt cubes,
Their heads were worthless because there was no reward and no way to report the crime. Eventually, the relatives gave up the habit of cutting off heads and just killed people.
After Sun Shizhong came over on horseback, a group of small flag officers covered in blood came to greet him.
Sun Dafu immediately asked: "Sir, what should I do with the body?"
"Search for money, search for items, and strip off clothes." Sun Shizhong's answer was simple and clear: "After that, the strong men from the salt transport team here will dig a big hole and bury the body for me."
"Yes, sir!"
This group of salt tyrants was defeated by him, and all his subordinates cheered and expected to live a good life in the future. But there was no trace of a smile on Sun Shizhong's face.
His eyes were looking towards the south, where he seemed to be heading to Fujian.
Taiwan, Fujian. Sun Shizhong sighed deeply in his heart. When can he go back? He doesn't know, and no one can give him the answer. If there is no answer, what does it mean?
He only knew that he had to stay here, and then patiently carried out his orders, patiently waiting for the final call to arrive.
He believes that this day will come soon! To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.m