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In a few ups and downs, the war elephant had already rushed into the ranks that had just begun to evacuate, and suddenly, there was a muffled sound of flesh colliding, the sound of human bones being trampled, and the sound of people screaming when they were dying.

Dozens of war elephants with flesh and blood fragments all over their bodies, blood dripping down the edges of their battle armor, and a few soldiers who were still screaming for help on their huge tusks penetrated the Siamese army's formation and fled towards the base camp of Surin Mansion behind them.

"Quick! Fast! Re-array! ”

In just a few minutes, he watched the artillery fire from the opposite side fire unhurriedly, and one shell after another flew towards his own artillery position.

The cannons that were used to rampant through Siam, to frighten the barbarians, and to bring countless benefits and glory to Siam were like toys in the artillery fire of the South Central Army, and they were hit by those rampaging shells and flew into the air.

In the face of a dense barrage of cannonballs, and the bronze cannons were still the same, and the flesh and blood of those gunners were even more vulnerable. Solid bullets were mixed with smaller shotguns, shotguns the size of peanuts, and there seemed to be no difficulty in dealing with gunners without armor, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of gunners found that there were a few more holes in their bodies, and then fell to the ground.

"My cannon!" Worowon's heart is like a knife cutting oil, these cannons and gunners are forged with a lot of money and trained by Western leaders. Sweeping barbarian villages and suppressing rebellious tribes are all sharp weapons. Now, under the artillery counterattack of the South Chinese Army, a round of artillery fire was lost.

This battle is not easy to fight!

Yamada Nagamasa didn't care about the life or death of the artillery team, he just stared at the infantry on the opposite side.

As the leader of a group of ronin, Yamada grew up hearing a lot about the legends of his predecessors about the country's army across the sea. Some say that the discipline of that army is as immobile as a mountain, and the attack is like a thunderbolt and lightning, moving in nine days; The battle is desperately forward, although the ground is full of gold and silver, and the eyes are not momentary. It is also said that the army on the opposite side is vulnerable, and it can only be fought if there are many people fighting. If fought alone, a single samurai could defeat dozens of Ming soldiers.

However, the Ming army, which seemed to be not so pure, had such momentum.

The pace of each person was in line with that of the whole team, like a moving wall, slowly but neatly pressed over. The iron gunners on the front pressed their left hands on the belt around their waists to prevent the sub-medicine box on it from moving indiscriminately. The right hand is swinging neatly with the pace, and the arms of thousands of people are swinging together, which is neat and beautiful.

It was as if the steps of these people were drawn by invisible ropes, their steps were neat, their arms were swinging in unison, even the iron cannon was always carried diagonally behind them, and the muzzle of the gun was faintly visible on the left shoulder.

"Is it magic? Is it hex? Tsuda, who had little experience in battle formations, exclaimed in a low voice. What he said also has some truth, that is, the Qi family army, which is the most familiar to the Japanese people, is known as the most well-organized army, and it is necessary to adjust the pace after walking more than ten or twenty steps, but the army in front of him is slowly pressed over in the monotonous copper whistle, like a flood and fire.

Gradually, the ranks of the flood marched to the edge of the artillery positions.

The troops of the Southern Central Army crossed their own artillery positions and tightly wrapped their artillery brothers in the middle of the formation. A brass trumpet sounded loudly, and everyone stopped.

"Prepare your guns!" In the ranks, the voices of battalion officers, sentry officers, captains, and A commanders passed on the commander's orders one after another.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

With a loud sound, the pikemen removed the spears resting on their right shoulders, and the musketeers turned their muskets in front of them, placing their weapons in front of them.

"Musketeers! Pull out the cap! Filler medicine! ”

The musketeers began to fill the guns with gunpowder, tamped them with strips, and then put the projectile in, and then gently pounded it to make sure that the projectile was tightly bound to the gunpowder.

"My lord, what shall we do?" An officer, who had just finished suppressing the soldiers who were about to collapse, approached the Wolo Horse and asked for advice. "If you don't make up your mind, the soldiers will collapse!"

Looking at the Nanzhong army on the opposite side who was sorting out their weapons, Wo Luo Weng gritted his teeth, "Let these damn minions rush forward!" Mix with the group of bright dogs in front of you! I don't believe it, the Ming people are sharp and fierce, swords fight, flesh and blood, or we are strong! ”

Soon, under the shouting and whipping of the officers, the ranks of the Siamese army began to move slowly forward, towards the queue of the South Central Army opposite, and gradually, the pace began to increase, from normal pace to brisk walking, from brisk walking to trotting, from trotting to running. "Quick! Rush up! Rushing forward, their artillery and muskets were useless. ”

Wang Bao, who was standing five or six paces behind the three rows of musketeers, looked coldly at the crowd rushing across the street. "Idiot!" He burst out two words from between his teeth to the opponent on the other side.

"Ready to shoot!"

The musketeers in the first column immediately took a shortcut and stepped back with their right foot, crouching and raising the musket in their hands. One of the captains whispered to the musketeers beside him, "It's okay, just shoot as you did during training." ”

Behind them, the two rows of musketeers, also raising their guns to aim, waited for orders.

Watching the Siamese soldiers with swords and guns running faster and faster, getting closer and closer, the formation had begun to be chaotic, the facial features on their faces clearly appeared in people's sight, and the green tendons on their hands that had burst out because of too much force were already faintly visible.

"The enemy is seventy paces away from me!"

"It's the best range for muskets, fire!"

Wang Bao ordered lightly.

The officer in charge of the first round of musketeers excitedly swung the long knife in his hand downward, "Fire!" ”

"Bang bang bang!" A barrage of gunfire exploded in people's ears.

After the first platoon of musketeers finished firing, they stood in place, cleaned the chambers of their guns, and reloaded gunpowder and pellets.

At the command of the platoon commander, the second platoon of musketeers stepped forward, and in the screams of the Siamese soldiers, they aimed at the Siamese soldiers dozens of paces away, and pulled the trigger again.

The two shots halted the momentum of the Siamese charge slightly, but only for a moment, and in a few moments, under the shouts and whips of the officers, the soldiers once again swung their Burmese swords and spears forward.

"Pass the order, stop in waves, rush up in waves, prepare in waves, be sure to let these Ming people know the strength of my Great Siamese army!" Sitting on the back of the elephant, Woroon observed the battle ahead with a telescope, and commanded with a little coldness.

"Wang Bao's elite is all in the Chinese army, so the attacking troops must find a way to lure his Chinese army to attack, and then attack on the left and right flanks to defeat his miscellaneous soldiers. Command the rout to storm his main formation! ”

As he spoke, the musketeers in the third row had also finished shooting, and Wang Bao's entire Chinese army formation, because of the tactics of shooting in Xu, had already protruded about ten steps compared with the left and right flanks, forming a salient.

A cloud of white smoke formed by the firing of gunpowder filled the top of the musketeer, obstructing the line of sight.

The musketeers in the front row did not bother to check the results of the battle, and hurriedly stood in place to clear their muskets and apply medicine.

"Yes, three rows of guns passed, and at least more than three or four hundred Siamese soldiers were killed and wounded." Looking at the front-line results, Wang Bao said that he was more satisfied.

"My lord, according to the details, the Siamese soldiers are good at hand-to-hand combat and good use of firearms, I think, in this Nanzhong ground, dare to say that they are good at this in front of our army, they don't know how to write the word dead!" Wang Bao's guard officer Huang Yishan was also on the side.

"You, it's not good, sycophancy." Another team officer, Yan Long, a young man from the Dai tribe, hit Huang Yishan with his not very fluent Chinese.

"Huh! The war elephants of the Siamese are their killer weapon, and such a powerful weapon can't go on a round in front of us, so what is the Siamese army? ”

"Thin turtle," Yan Long obviously couldn't say something about Huang Yishan, he called Huang Yishan's nickname, "The Siamese army on the other side, there are, fifty thousand and so many people, and three or four thousand horses, we, even if we go to catch them, it will take some effort, not to mention, they are people?!" ”

Several people were arguing, and the Siamese army in the distance rushed up again with a strange scream, this time, much larger than the previous three times.

Among the running crowd, there were dozens of large and small flags, and under them, the officers in battle armor waved their swords on their horses and shouted loudly, thinking that it was nothing more than encouraging morale with heavy rewards. It can be seen that this time, the Siamese army has made a lot of money.

"Order the spearmen, sword and shield men on the left and right sides of our army to step forward, spearmen in front, sword and shield men in the back, and protect the musketeers." Putting down the clairvoyance in his hand, Wang Bao ordered the commander of the division.

Three brass trumpets sounded, and two flags waved.

The spearmen, swordsmen and shield men, who had been waiting solemnly for orders on both flanks of the musketeers, rushed forward quickly and neatly, with an interval of more than a hundred paces, but only a dozen breaths away. The people quickly lined up the front of the entire army formation, so that the army was wrapped from three sides.

"Ready!"

"Kill!"

With a neat shout, the spearmen standing at the front took off their spears from their shoulders and raised them diagonally in front of them, and in an instant, the three sides of the entire army formation were like a huge porcupine, spreading sharp burrs. Behind them, the spearmen of the second and third rounds held their spears in their hands, ready to stab at any time.

The sword and shield soldiers behind the spearmen were calm and breezy, and all of them, under the orders of the team officer, put their shields on the ground, and sat on the shields with their right hands to rest, waiting for the order to attack.

In the blink of an eye, the Siamese army has rushed to the front of the Nanzhong army, the scarlet lips of the Siamese soldiers, the hideous face, can already be seen clearly, standing in the first column of spearmen, it seems that they can still smell the smell of fish and betel nut.

"Kill!" The spearmen in front of them raised their spears to kill, and in an instant, the power of the mourning guns was once again verified.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The rudimentary armor on the Siamese soldiers was not enough to resist the spurt of the three-edged spear, and the screams continued in the midst of blood flowers. The tip of the mourning gun pierced into the body and penetrated the musculature, causing a large amount of blood to gush out, and nearly half of the more than 200 Siamese soldiers at the forefront fell in the blink of an eye.

Then, the spears, Burmese knives and other weapons in the hands of the Siamese soldiers also added a lot of casualties to the South Chinese army, and the brutal soldiers also stabbed the Burmese knives in their hands to the opposite spearmen at the moment when the spears pierced their bodies, achieving the goal of exchanging life for life, and I will die and you will die.

A few Siamese soldiers with good skills, wielding sharp Burmese knives in their hands, parryed in the stabbing of several mourning guns, led by a small officer with short hair buns, with a slender Burmese knife in his hand to knock open a mourning gun stabbed in the chest, the waist is very flexible flashing, along the direction of the funeral gun stabbing the knife rubbing up!

The spearman's smiling face quickly enlarged in front of him, and then a cold wind swept in, "It's over!" He subconsciously closed his eyes, "It's dead!" Anyway, Lao Tzu has killed a lot of people, and the fields are enough to eat! ”

The leader of the Siamese army, with a single blow, quickly looked for the next target, swung his knife straight to the spearmen on the side, in order to open a hole for the people behind, and used the long knife in his hand to launch a vivid and happy slaughter within the dead corner of the mourning gun.

"Kill!" Behind the side, with a low roar, a mourning gun stabbed fiercely with the sound of the wind, and the leader of the Siamese soldiers, licking his lips with his scarlet tongue, repeated the old trick again, and used all his strength to wave the Burmese knife in his hand and slash at the tip of the spear, and with the castration of this knife, the whole body also rotated with the blade.

"Good knife technique!"

Yamada Nagamasa, the leader of the Japanese volunteers who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart, "Although this person is a Siamese barbarian, but there is the essence of my Fusang swordsmanship in the sword technique, can it be said that there is some relationship with my Fusang?" After this war, it is necessary to talk to this person. ”

Not to mention that Yamada had the intention of befriending this person in his mind, just talking about this person. Seeing that he was about to strike again, the leader couldn't help but crack his mouth and laugh. "My lord has an explanation, he killed the soldiers of the Ming Kingdom, and the armor, clothes, and property on his body belong to the soldiers. I killed two, this ......"

In the middle of his thoughts, in the corner of his eye, the tip of a spear with a cold light was driving at high speed on the road he was moving on. You can imagine what it would be like for two objects moving at high speed to meet on a line.

"Poof!"

With a muffled sound, the tip of the mourning gun came out of the body, and blood sprayed out in large quantities on both sides of the body, and there were spearmen who came up from the side, hating this person for killing his comrades, two or three mourning guns pierced into his body, and several people joined forces, and a "Go!" "Throw a corpse out of the formation!

Soon, the ranks of spearmen, under the command of the officers, made a slight adjustment, the first column of spearmen remained in place, and the second column was located behind the flanks of the first column of spearmen. The spearmen in the third column are facing the back of the first column. In this way, no matter how the Siamese soldiers advanced, they always had to face the flanking fire of two or three mourning guns; Under such a flanking attack, it is almost impossible for a human being to break through the array.

Soon, the pikemen of the Siamese soldiers also charged in front of the formation, and the two sides began to stab each other with spears. Except for the length of the barrel of the spear and the shape of the head, this kind of stabbing is untechnical, if there is, it is the speed and endurance of the gunner, which can ensure his survival.

The gunners on both sides gritted their teeth and persevered, and the spears in their hands kept sending out, piercing into the human body, rotating slightly, pulling out, and sending them out again. Many gunmen were stabbed and fell to the ground before they could complete this series of actions.

Relatively speaking, the nine-turn steel armor of the Southern Central Army is several times stronger than that of the Siamese soldiers, and there is a layer of bamboo armor inside. Even if the two-layer armor body is stabbed, it is not seriously injured, but the Siamese soldiers are different, their own guns are slightly shorter than the mourning guns in the hands of the Southern Chinese Army, and the simple armor on their bodies is almost through the body after being pierced by the three-edged spear tip of the mourning gun.

Before the drum in the Nanzhong army was beaten, the Siamese soldiers had already shouted, dropped the swords, guns, and flags in their hands and turned to flee on the road from which they came.

"Chase it! Why don't you catch up? "On the back of the huge war elephant, Wo Luo Weng couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw his own soldiers fleeing back, but the Nanzhong army showed no signs of chasing and killing.

Behind his war elephants, two huge Siamese army formations had been waiting for a long time, and after the Southern Central Army launched an attack, they launched an attack from both sides, separating Wang Bao's main formation from the tribal soldiers on both wings, and even if they could not be annihilated in one fell swoop, they would also crush this arrogant Ming army.

However, when the scattered Siamese army fled more than 100 paces, they did not see the troops chasing and killing at the end of the Nanzhong army, but only saw someone on the battlefield where the battle had just been fought to collect the bodies of the dead and treat the wounded soldiers, without the slightest intention of chasing and killing.

"Rush up again!"

This time, Wo Luo Weng no longer kept the reserves, and he threw all the two troops that were prepared to flank the left and right after Wang Bao's attack into the shock team. "Be sure to break through the enemy formation!" All the officers had this order in their heads.

Earlier, Wo Luo Wong had killed thirty officers on charges of ineffective combat and retreat, and had his heads inspected the battalions.

"Bring the gun!" Wang Bao stretched out his hand to signal, and the guard next to him hurriedly handed over the funeral gun he was used to, Wang Bao waved the gun in his hand a few times, and the whirring sound swept in people's ears.

"Huang Yishan, Yanlong."

"Mark it in!"

"You two always boast that you are the best rider in this Phoenix camp, and today, I will give you two a chance to show your skills. In a few moments, my trumpet will sound here, and you two will each take a hundred men on horseback. Each of them carried his banners and rushed to the rear of the Siamese soldiers, and when he reached the rear of his camp, he made a great noise, shouting, 'Our army has surrounded you, and those who abandon their weapons and kneel on the ground will not die!' ''The same people of the Ming Kingdom, their own people don't kill their own people!'' 'After this is done, I will write to the general and train the horse team in the Phoenix Battalion, and you two will be the horse team battalion officers!' ”

Yanlong and Huang Yishan's faces were full of joy, and they were ordered to choose people without mentioning it.

Wang Bao turned over and jumped off his warhorse, straightened his armor, and took off the blue-black cloak he was wearing on his body, so as not to delay the fight later.

In the procession of the impact, the banner of the cross of the Japanese people was particularly dazzling among the flags of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Tsuda Matasaemon looked a little nervous, "Yamada-kun, are we really going to fight with Akito?" ”

"Of course, if you don't work hard, how can you show the value of our waiting?"

Yamada Nagamasa, who was holding the family heirloom sword in his hand, replied to Tsuda in a muffled voice without looking back.

The brave iron gunners of the Japanese kingdom were gathered at the front of the line, like the Portuguese musketeers and the Siamese musketeers, and Voloon was ready to imitate the tactics of the southern central army, and after killing and wounding the enemy with muskets, he would boost the low morale and let the troops with cold weapons rush forward.

Soon, the teams of both sides approached.

It was very strange to Wo Luo Weng that all his musketeers were still more than 100 paces away, and the musketeers of the South Central Army began to release their guns, although there were only a dozen or twenty people, but they also let the Siamese musketeers with high nervousness follow suit, which caused a great anger among the Portuguese and Japanese.

"Damn, don't use firearms if you don't know how to use them!"

Worowon made a deployment adjustment that he regretted.

"The musketeers stand back, the spearmen, the sword and shield men go forward! Wave after wave of non-stop impact, until the defeat and penetration of the Ming army formation! ”

Perhaps Wang Bao's troops had reached the point of declining and exhausted, and the pikemen began to retreat slowly under the attack of the Siamese pikemen, although they were still neat and orderly, but the retreat was obvious.

Gradually, in the entire Nanzhong Army formation, the slightly prominent Wang Bao's main formation began to retreat, gradually leveling with the adjacent two-wing tribal soldier camps, and the main formation also began to have a neat phalanx, slowly turning into a concave formation, and becoming more and more obvious.

The tribal soldiers on both wings who had newly surrendered to the Southern Chinese Army couldn't help but feel a little uproar in such a terrifying situation, but under the pressure of Peng Kun and Hong Cha's powerful bullets, more than a dozen heads were cut off there, and the entire camp was restored again.

However, at this moment, Wo Luo Weng didn't care about these miscellaneous soldiers with chaotic clothes and armor and incomplete equipment, he just broke through Wang Bao's main formation in one go, and then, gathered and annihilated!

Gradually, Wang Bao's formation began to turn into a crescent moon under the pressure of the Siamese army, and about three or four thousand elites of the Siamese army fought hard in front of the Phoenix Battalion, with the desire to slaughter in their eyes, whether it was the enemy or their comrades, even if it was the mourning gun that had just been stabbed from the opposite side for themselves, the Siamese soldiers behind would also take advantage of this brief moment to stab out a shot and kill the soldiers of the South Central Army on the opposite side.

All the soldiers stared at the enemy in front of them, completely forgetting their wings. At this moment, the assault force of the Siamese army has been surrounded by the Phoenix Battalion in a half-moon shape.

Wang Bao, who was stopped by several guards, put his spear on the ground, jumped on horseback, and looked in the north and south directions.

"Command! Start killing the pigs! ”

Let the terrifying sight of the Siamese people explode!

At the moment when they were celebrating and were about to break through the formation of the Phoenix Battalion, which seemed to be becoming more and more overwhelmed, on both sides of the attacking troops, the sound of gunfire suddenly rang out.

The big franc machine was all reloaded with shotguns, shotguns slightly smaller than the thumb, thirty pieces in one gun, and one shot was fired, which could completely penetrate the entire Siamese army's offensive formation.

At the two tops of the half-moon encirclement, each with four large Buddha machines, and four hundred musketeers, their task was simple, "Tighten your pockets!" ”

The first cannon rang out from the southern section, and the metal stream formed by the hundreds of projectiles fired by the eight Big Buddha Rang planes swept the Siamese soldiers who were advancing to the ground like huge iron brooms. The formation of the attack quickly became chaotic, and the soldiers instinctively began to run to the north side, trying to get away from the deadly projectiles.

However, as soon as the hedgehogs had gathered on the north side, the artillery fire on the north side also rang out.

In the interval between the replacement of the Franc machine, the musketeers began to shoot targets under the command of the commander and the officer.

"Fight well! It's rare to have such an opportunity for actual target training! After a commander commanded his men to fire a beautiful volley at a dozen Siamese soldiers who were trying to charge the Franco's cannon, Mei Zizi reprimanded his men.

"O Lord! Have you abandoned your believers? A Portuguese officer watched the slaughter not far away in horror, drawing a cross on his chest and throwing a musket at his feet.

"Ming Army! Ming Army! ”

"Oh my God! Heavenly Soldiers! ”

People have not yet woken up from the shock of the firearms massacre, and there are bursts of exclamations from behind, and behind the entire Siamese army's military formation, I don't know when, hundreds of red flags of the Ming army appeared, and a phoenix soaring in the sky proudly looked at the group of frightened people in front of them in the smoke of artillery fire.

The effect of intensive fire destruction destroyed the bodies of the Siamese, and only part of them, but although the Franco's cannon only fired three guns, and each of the musketeers fired at most four shots, it had already put the Siamese on the verge of collapse, and the danger from behind was the final blow that completely broke the spirit of the Siamese army.

Escape! The farther away from these horrible guys, the better!

"That's it?" Woloon was a little demented and a little frightened on the back of the elephant, and at his height, from the moment Franc had just appeared on the flank of the attacking troops, he realized that the battle situation was not good, but before he could make adjustments, the southern Chinese army had already begun to massacre.

The sword and shield soldiers, who had been serving as a reserve and flank guard, finally got a chance to show it, and one by one they waved a four-foot-long Jedo sword in their right hand and a shield covered with hardwood and iron in their left hand, and slaughtered the Siamese army from both flanks of the Southern Central Army. Like a hungry beast, it devoured hundreds of Siamese troops in the blink of an eye.

"Your Excellency, please get on the horse! Go back to Surin Mansion City for the time being, and think about it in the long run! A general signaled to the elephant slave to order the elephant to kneel, waved his hand and ordered someone to lead the horse, "Please get on the horse!" ”

However, if you go again at this moment, will you still be able to get away?

"Your Excellency has an order! Those who behead the first level will be rewarded with a bamboo plaque! Those who are decapitated at the third level will be immediately incorporated into the battalion recruit team! Kill! "The tribal soldiers on both wings, under the instigation and command of Peng Kun and Hong Cha, came like a flood of the last days.

Since the day of the start of the army, Shouhan has stipulated in the Nanzhong Army that the beheading level will be rewarded with one tael of silver, and now it has risen to the first level of beheading, and the reward will be ten taels of silver. However, with the expansion of the site and the production of various factories, this regulation has also quietly changed.

At the very least, in the Phoenix Battalion that led the expedition, this rule became a beheading level, and the reward was still ten taels of silver, or a bamboo plaque representing a reward of ten taels of silver, with which one could buy goods equivalent to one tael of silver in the caravan of the army: iron pots, cloth, silk, salt, sugar, knives and axes, and so on. Such a reward was immediately in an uproar among the tribal soldiers.

"Kill!"

"Those who abandon their weapons and kneel on the ground will not be killed!"

"Don't kill those with the bloodline of the Ming Kingdom!"

The shouts of killing and the sound of not killing converge on the battlefield.

"Yamada-kun, what shall we do?" Tsuda Mataemon, who was stained with blood on his body, looked at the rushing tribal soldiers in fear, he heard what these short-haired and tattooed guys were shouting, and he didn't want to become the iron pot and other prizes of these barbarians from the bottom of his heart.

"We have more than 200 dead and wounded, and it is impossible to fight anymore! Fly the white flag! We surrender to the Celestial Empire army. ”

On the twentieth day of the first month of the fifth year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse, Wang Bao, the commander of the Phoenix Battalion, led his troops to fight in Surin Mansion, beheaded 8,000 and captured nearly 30,000. The enemy chieftain Wo Luo Weng led his troops to enter the city of Surin Province, but unexpectedly a fire broke out in the city, and hundreds of Chinese soldiers rose up to respond. The enemy chieftain did not dare to enter the city and went around the city.

Surin Province Suiping.

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