A sign leader in the queue shouted: "Whoever moves will die! Stand with everyone and stay steady!"
This brand leader was the one who was promoted urgently a few days ago. Those who can be promoted must belong to the group of soldiers with outstanding talents and are favored by their superiors. His original subordinates have been losing one after another, and they were finally replenished this morning.
The eight people, old and young, were said to have seen blood.
Having seen blood is already great, but for a newly promoted officer, what else could he expect? However, the time given to him was too tight. He had just recognized the faces of his subordinates and was about to leave the city to fight.
These old soldiers have more or less some problems caused by long-term fighting. They are used to roaring, swinging swords, and fighting, but they are not very good at communicating with others. It was not until the Mongolian cavalry approached that he thought that he
There are still a few battlefield secrets that have not been taught to the subordinates, but now it is too late, so they can only shout for people to stay still and leave the rest to God's will.
In fact, he was not sure whether his subordinates could strictly follow his orders.
He knew that standing firm in the queue seemed to be the simplest requirement, but it was actually not easy to achieve, especially when infantry was fighting against cavalry.
At this time, the infantry must form a dense formation. However, the denser the formation, the more it appears that there are fewer people on our side, and the power and power of the formation are loose. The cavalry team seems to be very different from the loose formation. Horses help people's power, and wind helps the army. And as time goes by, the cavalry team seems to be very different.
, the closer the cavalry gets, the more frightening it becomes. At this time, ordinary people will only think about their immediate death, and it is difficult to stay calm. Even if these ordinary people have seen blood while defending the city, it is the same.
Sure enough, he noticed with the corner of his eye that a young man next to him had a pale face, cold sweat running down his cheeks, and his chin was trembling obviously. If it weren't for the thunderous sound of the enemy's horse hooves hitting the ground, he would probably have heard the young man's movements up and down.
The sound of two rows of teeth clashing violently.
The boss didn't think too much, he raised the sheathed sword and was about to hit him all over the head. He used all the strength in his hands, because it was better to be beaten to death by his own boss than to become a coward who disrupted the queue and die in the crowd.
It's better to be under the sword of the law enforcement team.
As soon as the long knife was raised, someone beside him was talking to himself.
The tone was very leisurely, and the voice was rough and loud: "The Tatar cavalry is a bit chaotic."
"There are also problems with the running routes of the first two teams. Do they want to shoot a round of arrows, or do they want to charge directly?"
"If you want to release an arrow, you have to move diagonally. The horse is already a little slow at this moment; if you want to charge directly... the heavy cavalry is leading the charge, isn't it? Isn't this looking for death?"
From the point of view of the brand leader, there were no omissions in the enemy cavalry's actions. The most important thing in cavalry combat is to act quickly and decisively. As for the specific time nodes or tactical choices, it comes second. However, the man next to him spoke so definitely and analyzed very well.
Professionalism cannot be underestimated.
Once a person who doesn't know how to swim falls into the water, even if he grabs a straw, he feels that it can save his life, let alone an ordinary person who faces a powerful enemy on the battlefield for the first time. Not to mention that the speaker is very confident, as if the Mongolian cavalry in front really has this
Such a problem. Several soldiers were so nervous that they couldn't breathe normally, and now they suddenly let out heavy breathing sounds.
The boss laughed twice. Then he remembered that when these people were assigned to this time in the morning, the captain above had specially introduced the person who was speaking, and privately reminded them to be extra respectful.
The man's surname was Fang. He was over fifty years old, but his body was still strong. His arms and shoulders were as hard as rocks. He was wrapped in a thick sheepskin coat. He was a master craftsman in a blacksmith workshop in Kaifeng City.
The kind of workshop shares. Because he had been with the army in Shandong in his early years, knew many officers of the navy, and witnessed dozens of wars from Shandong to Hebei, so the workshop took on many orders from the army and made a lot of money.
And because he had a close relationship with the army, he sent several apprentices to the army, some as soldiers and some as craftsmen accompanying the army. It is said that three of his first four apprentices died in battle after joining the army, and later he recruited more than a dozen apprentices.
There were 3 new apprentices, and half of them joined the army.
Therefore, in his blacksmith workshop, there were handwritten plaques by important figures from the imperial court to express their condolences. The few who joined the army with him now were also his disciples and grandsons in the workshop.
At that time, the brand leader didn't take this seriously. He just felt that there was a special person in his team who needed to be taken care of, which gave him a headache. But he never thought that this blacksmith was very knowledgeable and courageous, and the role he played at this moment was very crucial!
Just as the enemy cavalry kept approaching, Blacksmith Fang kept saying: "Hey! Look, look clearly, those in front are holding soft bows! They don't dare to charge straight at them! Soft bows have no power.
, forget about shooting rabbits, it would be too fanciful to want to shoot us!"
The head of the signboard listened to the words and squinted to read.
The distance between the two sides is not close, and the line of sight is blocked by the smoke and dust caused by the army leaving the city, so it is impossible to see clearly the soft bow and the hard bow. Even if you look closer, the weapons used by the Mongols come from complex sources, and it is difficult to determine the identity of a certain bow at once.
Strength... The first few sentences of Blacksmith Fang are quite reasonable, but these few sentences are complete nonsense!
However, at the moment, he won't worry about whether his words are right or wrong. No matter whether they are right or wrong, they just work.
In the sound of Blacksmith Fang's words, several of his apprentices nodded repeatedly, and the previously nervous soldiers seemed to relax a little. The boy who might have been beaten on the head held the gun barrel with both hands, but he was obviously not shaking.
, stood firm.
It seems that talking really works.
The leader put down the raised scabbard, turned sideways and asked softly: "Is it really a soft bow?"
Blacksmith Fang pointed to his eyes and replied in a low voice: "That's just a guess. After forty years of working with iron, my eyes are burned out. I can't see anything clearly even fifty steps away."
It turns out that every sentence is nonsense.
Before the sign leader could say anything, the Mongolian cavalry was already approaching. Amidst the roar of horse hooves, more than ten riders suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front of the queue. The soldiers seemed to be able to clearly see the horses' nostrils and flying blindfolds.
The blood-red eyes of the Mongols on their backs!
"Don't move! Don't move! Keep squatting in the front row!"
At least dozens of junior officers, including the brand leader and Blacksmith Fang, shouted at the same time.
After running a long distance, the horses can still accelerate suddenly, which shows that the burden on the horses is very light. Most of the knights have no armor, or even off-hand weapons. More than ten people are too few, and it is definitely not a normal charging routine.
These dozen knights are most likely war slaves or criminals in the Mongolian army. They were used as bait to attract their own attention. If one of our own forces pulls one of them, the arrows will fly out. Next,
It is impossible to suppress the subsequent enemies; and the originally neat formation is likely to become disordered, allowing the large group of Mongolian cavalry to take advantage of it.
When a large army fights, concentration is important, and a critical crossbow cannot trigger a move for a mouse. Therefore, the commander of the military formation simply ignores the bait.
Wherever the Mongols crash into, just carry them over!
More than a dozen Mongolian cavalry did not rush into formation. Their spread out formation was very narrow for the cavalry, but it already covered the front of at least five ten-man teams. Any ten-man team had to deal with at most two or three
Just ride.
"Two puppies, there's nothing to be afraid of! Don't move!" the sign leader continued to shout.
What sounded at the same time was the scream of a subordinate soldier.
The spear he held may have hit the enemy, or it may not have hit the enemy. The huge impact immediately broke the gun barrel completely. The next moment, the horse running at full speed hit his chest, making him fly high into the air.
While in the air, he stared wide-eyed at the Mongolian cavalry that hit him. He first saw the figures of a man and a horse, then fell to the ground and felt severe pain.
He fell to the ground, looking at the sky, waiting for peace to come. But the sky seemed extremely crowded. For some reason, the Mongolian cavalry who knocked him down could not continue to rush into the queue. The horses also spun around in an irritable manner, and their hooves stuck several times.
Step over and over with his face in mind.
It turned out that just as he fell to the ground, a man standing in the second row suddenly abandoned his spear, took out a pickaxe made of fine iron, rushed towards him, and struck the horse's neck hard.
The horse was in pain, and its upper body suddenly lifted up, kicking its front hooves wildly, and immediately kicked the man holding the pickaxe away. However, this action only widened the wound on its neck, causing blood to gush out for more than a foot like a fountain, and then burst out again.
It splashed to the ground.
At this time, Blacksmith Fang roared angrily and rushed forward. Seeing his move, the other four or five soldiers shouted in unison and all pounced.
The brand leader really didn't expect that his new subordinates would be so reliable at critical moments... It's a pity that they lack some fighting skills, so they could just face the Mongolian scimitar like this?
The Mongolian war slaves are not easy people to deal with. Before they became war slaves, most of them were extremely unruly warriors in the tribe. When they knew they were going to die and wanted to atone for their families, they often used scimitars in both hands to hack and kill the enemy.
Like madness, one can fight ten.
Now, the blacksmith and others will surely suffer heavy casualties!
The sign leader was anxious, raised his shield with his left hand, and jumped forward. As expected, his left arm immediately felt violent vibrations, as the Mongolian knight continuously slashed at his shield with his sword. The impact was from top to bottom.
It was too big, and he knew he couldn't hold the shield, so he let go, leaned over, raised his sword, and stabbed the war horse.
This action is very risky. If the Mongolian's sight is not blocked by the shield, he can cut the head of the sign into two pieces with just one slash.
But the fatal blow did not happen. When the man's body and face were covered with horse blood and he retreated slightly, the Mongolian's chest had already been stabbed with huge bloody holes, and his abdomen and thighs were also hit several times.
The injuries were severe. These injuries immediately took away his ability to move, causing him to scream and fall off his horse.
The boss jumped over, pressed the Mongolian's chest, and wiped his neck with a knife. When he was sure that the enemy was dead, he raised his head and looked around. As far as he could see, the soldiers who had just rushed forward were all smiling.
There was lingering fear, but no one died.
Looking at it more carefully, I saw that several people's robes were in pieces. They had all been stabbed. How could they still be alive and kicking?
Seeing his suspicious look, Blacksmith Fang grinned and knocked on his chest. Wherever his fist landed, there was a clanging sound, as if it was hitting a very thick iron plate.
"How can we, as blacksmiths, not prepare some good things for our families when we go into battle? Not only us, but also the men who join the army, everyone has iron armor. There are more than 600 sets! Although they look ugly, they are all used.
It's a heavy weight of fine iron that can't be hurt by ordinary swords!"