Tortured Changzu with a knife and slashed over the soldiers of the good army who ran back, and said sharply: "Only allow to enter, not to retreat, and those who review are killed!" ”

After speaking, he took the headquarters brigade and drove the remaining men and horses of the good department to step forward with all their strength and rushed forward.

In the end, he was hit by the Song army's mortar and lost his life, and tortured Changzu in his eyes. But he had no choice but to move on. What Bao Zhong said is not empty words, and if he dares to retreat, he will be beheaded by Bao Zhong. It's already here, and there's really no way back.

After two rounds of mortar artillery of the Song army, they were killed, and the remaining soldiers were frightened, turned around and fled, and were driven back by the torture of Changzu.

By the time of two or three hundred steps before the Song army's formation, there were still more than 1,000 people left in the torture Changzu's department. I didn't dare to be in the front and back anymore, and I hid in the soldiers and horses of the headquarters.

Against the mortars of the Song army, the party army rushed to the front of the Song army. Dozens of paces away, the front row of the Song army fired together, and the party soldiers who rushed to the front at the beginning of the smoke fell to the ground. Torture Changzu kept urging his subordinates to step forward, but there was a sense of despair in his heart. The density of the muskets was much higher than that of the artillery, and the roasted beans generally rang out non-stop, and the party soldiers fell in front of the formation one by one. Occasionally, they rushed to the front of the Song army, and without waiting to wave their knives, the bayonets of the Song army stabbed first.

Bao Zhong watched the torture of Changzu's troops and the Song army, and was overjoyed, called over the horsetail, and then even the slaves went to war.

Lai Mawei said: "Tai Lieutenant, our army will come out again, and there are only two or three thousand Tai Wei soldiers left in the Chinese army." Contingent disadvantage"

Bao Zhong said categorically: "Fight to the death with Song today!" You engage the Song army, and I will bring my own soldiers to respond! ”

Lai Mawei sighed secretly, it was hard to say anything, so he had to promise to collect his own soldiers and horses.

There are more than 20,000 party troops, 5,000 cavalry on each wing, and more than 10,000 Chinese troops. After coming to Mawei to lead his troops to attack, the Chinese army was left with only nearly 3,000 loyal soldiers. At that time, he could only lie to Baozhong's own soldiers and fill himself in.

At this time, the party soldiers finally rushed to the front of the battle and met the Song army in a short battle. Hearing the gunshots stopped, Changzu let out a sigh, raised the steel knife in his hand, took the few remaining soldiers, shouted loudly, and rushed forward.

At this moment, I saw three rows behind the Song army neatly and neatly brought forward. Holding a musket, the bayonet in front of him is very oppressive.

As the back row came up, the party soldiers could hear the order of the front-line officer of the Song Army: "Bayonet charge in the front!" ”

The Song soldiers, who were in the front row and were in close contact with the party item, raised their bayonets together with the military order, and suddenly rushed towards the party army. The party soldiers could not react, and the front ones were stabbed to the ground.

Torture Changzu looked behind him, even the slave was not far away. Gritting his teeth, he was about to organize a counterattack when he heard the neat and heavy footsteps of the Song army in the formation. When I looked up, I saw hundreds of iron armor coming out of the gaps in the various military formations.

Jing Du held a horse chopping knife at his head and shouted: "Kill!" With three hundred iron armor, he crossed the Song army's musketeers and entered the party's army formation.

There is not much left to torture Changzu's department, and the weapons in the knife cannot break the armor, and he is powerless to wield the knife and gun. Jing Du went down with a knife and slashed the party soldiers in front of him to the ground, almost splitting them in half. When I turned my head, I saw the torture Changzu in the crowd, which was different. With a wave of the big knife in his hand, all the party soldiers in front of him fell to the ground and strode towards the torture Changzu.

Torture Changzu's green tendons burst out, as if he had forgotten his fear, holding a knife in both hands, and stabbing at Jingdu's head.

Jing Dutou used the chopping horse in his hand to block and backhand, cutting Changzu to the ground, and stepped forward to smash his head with his hands and feet. When he raised the head, he suddenly remembered that the military merit was not calculated by the head in the army, so he cursed and threw it aside.

In the blink of an eye, the torture Changzu troops in front of the attack were completely annihilated. Jing Du was holding a horse chopping knife at his head, looked at the Liannu Du Sho Department who was already close at hand, sneered, and commanded the iron armor of the headquarters to return to the formation.

The Song army who came up took over the original position of the Song army in the front row who rushed out, and moved forward with a gun. After eliminating the party soldiers who rushed to the front of the formation, the original front row of the Song army, together with the iron armor of Jingdutou, returned to the military formation from the gap in the military formation and became the second army formation.

Even the slave watched the Song army retreat not far away, drew his sword and shouted, and rushed up with his headquarters. The soldiers in the front row had already rushed to the front of the Song army less than ten paces. But I heard a burst of gunshots, and I don't know how many people fell.

The first row of guns ended, retreated to the third row to reload, and the second row came up, and another round of guns came up. After that, the gunfire did not stop, and the three rows of Song troops kept changing positions, and the rain of bullets did not stop.

Looking at the soldiers who kept falling in front of the formation, even the slaves had red eyes, and wanted to lead the troops to rush into the Song army's formation, but they couldn't break through the rain of bullets.

After more than a dozen rounds of guns, the Song army in the front row slowly retreated. Changing formations while retreating, it is still three rows of rotating shots, leaving no gaps.

Seeing that he had repelled the Song army, even the slaves did not dare to slack off, and rushed towards the Song army with the remnants of the army.

Lai Mawei, who was following behind, was beaten bitterly by the Song army's artillery fire, and when he saw that the slaves in front were forced to retreat from the Song army, he was overjoyed, and the troops under his command accelerated their speed and rushed forward. At the cost of a few thousand people, the party members finally understood that in a battle with the army in front, the formation was useless, and the most important thing was to run fast. The more the formation was scattered, the speed was much faster, and the losses were much lower.

The Song army, who had put their guns at the front, retreated to the original front row where they had just exchanged places, and continued to retreat from the gap in the formation to change their guns. The Song army, which continued to fire their guns, covered the retreat of the front row, and when they reached their positions, they retreated as they were. When they retreated to the rear, and the original third formation of three platoons of the Song army became the front row, the front line retreated a distance of fifty or sixty paces. Even the party soldiers of the Nudu Sect were all killed at a distance of fifty or sixty paces.

Lai Mawei looked at the last few hundred people in front of him, and fell under the gun of Song Jun, feeling that his head was clouded, and he didn't know what to do for a while. At the cost of thousands of people, what he wanted was to engage with the Song army in short arms and tremble together, but he couldn't afford the Song army's counterattack, and then took the initiative to retreat, and he couldn't get together. hasn't figured out what the situation is, and he has become a part of the Song army.

At this time, the sun is rising, and the warm sunlight is shining on the body, and there is a strange feeling. Winter has left, spring is late, and many of the party soldiers in the White Horse Supervision and Military Division can't see the new grass growing.

The Song army had one military formation in three rows, and there were three military formations in the front, which had changed positions at this time. The first two army formations retreated, and used the extra fifty or sixty steps to wipe out all the party soldiers who had attacked. The rear of the army was at the front.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Lai Mawei saw the Song army slowly approaching. Before he could react, he heard a burst of gunshots, and the party soldiers at the front fell to the ground. The first row of guns, then stop the charge, the second row changes to the first row, continue to release the guns, then stop the charge, the third row comes up and releases the guns, and after the stop, the first row goes to the front again. A few rounds of gunfire rang out, and a large number of his subordinates fell in front of Laimawei.

Lai Mawei looked behind him, and Bao Zhong did not follow with his own soldiers. The Song army's formation is not chaotic, what is he doing with it? If you kill yourself, you don't care about the tens of thousands of troops left. At this time, Lai Mawei realized that Bao Bao Zhong wanted to fight with the Song army at any cost, and there was no chance at all. The Song army retreated one after another to open the distance, and then used the distance to take the initiative to advance, and always maintained the most favorable shooting distance for the musket. The cavalry could not break through the artillery blockade, and the infantry was a live target in the face of the musketeers who did not make contact.

The Song army had three rows of military formations, and the front and rear formations were twenty or thirty paces apart, and the distance they opened was the best range for muskets. There are only three military formations, and there are many soldiers rushing up from the party, and there are several behind them. Behind the battlefield of 200 paces is the artillery position that cannot be retreated.

Jing Du was on his head with a swordsman, and he saw the musketeers around him step forward neatly and regain their original formation. looked up at the sun in the sky and shook his head: "Straight lady thief, I am wearing dozens of catties, and I am as tired as a cow, but I can't break the armor." These muskets can keep the enemy soldiers close, how can they fight them? In the future, this iron-armored broadsword will be useless! ”

Laimawei fell, and the party soldiers who rushed up fell one by one in the counterattack of the Song army. Some of the party soldiers ran back, and again under the cover of artillery, and people kept falling to the ground.

It didn't take long for the party to attack again, and the artillery of the Song army stopped. The battlefield fell silent.

Bao Zhong rode on his horse, looked ahead, and suddenly there were a lot of vicissitudes. In the end, he didn't rush forward with the last of his own soldiers, and it was useless to rush up. With 8,000 elite soldiers, he didn't impulse the opponent's army formation, and the Song army's formation was still as solid as a rock, so what was the use of these thousands of soldiers going up in the end? At great cost, it is back to the way the two armies were at the beginning.

The 8,000 elite soldiers were almost wiped out, how much did the Song army pay? Are there a hundred dead or wounded? Bao Zhong only felt that his heart was like a knife, and he didn't know what to do for a while. At least this battle has learned a lesson, and it is better to let the Song army attack themselves than to take the initiative to attack them.

The sun has risen in the middle of the sky, the sun is warm, and it is a good day today. There was a goshawk flying overhead, a deer probing their brains in the distance, and there was no sound in front of the formation, only thousands of corpses before the two armies, a mess.

Yang Wenguang stood on the watchtower, looking at the battlefield through the binoculars, and his heart was full of emotion. After practicing for a few years, today is the first time, and I have a textbook-like fight. In just one or two hours, 8,000 elite party soldiers fell in front of the battle, and the losses of the Song army were negligible. If it weren't for the fact that the bodies were there, it almost gave the illusion that nothing had happened just now.

The training of the battalion and field army was simple and boring, and they moved forward and backward in an orderly manner, and charged, loaded, and discharged their guns. The most important thing is to be calm, and the corpses around him are covered in blood, and they can also accurately repeat these simple actions. But it's simple, revealing a kind of coldness.

Whether it is better to use all firearms or artillery with cold weapons, the Song army has been debating for several years. Even if they arrived at the meander, and won successive battles, the DPRK and China insisted that it was the artillery credit, and there were still many people. Today's battle will give the answer, cold weapons will be eliminated by muskets.

At this moment, the soldiers hurriedly climbed the watchtower, handed a document to Yang Wenguang, and said, "General, Zhao Zi's department has arrived nearby!" ”

Yang Wenguang took the paperwork, looked at the party item on the opposite side, and shook his head. The main forces on the opposite side had all fallen on the battlefield, Zhao Zi surrounded them from behind, attacked by himself, and it became a simple matter to eat them in one bite.