total war broken

Chapter 292 Drive away the hungry people
The air was very cold in the morning, and the cold Xiaochuan had the urge to shiver. It was so cold in the early autumn. He lived in a fairly complete yard in a deserted town all night. After walking, he took a nap. Shivering, the Tibetan mastiff at the side seemed to feel the coldness of its master, and whimpered, all of them came to Xiao Chuan to keep him warm.

There is air-conditioning and the bloody smell that makes people want to vomit. Looking at the battlefield silently, the dead bodies everywhere make people feel chills. A different kind of atmosphere fills the heart. It should be nervous. First More than 100 people were killed in the [-]-day battle, and [-] of them belonged to his main barracks. This kind of loss has never been seen before.

There has never been a loss before, 400 regular battalions, [-] Huns, and more than [-] garrison troops. The garrison troops carried thousands of enemies on their backs and died together with the enemy. His crazy style of fighting, if he can't fight, he won't fight. Holding ten thousand enemies to die with you, this crazy and desperate style of play makes the flank defenses as stable as Mount Tai.

Wang Heng stood beside him, and there was another kind of guards, the Iron Wall Guards. They looked silent and stood tightly beside Xiao Chuan, exuding a different power, waiting for the Tartars to attack, with an indifferent look on their faces.

On the opposite side of the Qing army camp, there was no shouting like yesterday, but a crying voice, and a group of people came out. They were wearing rags and tattered clothes, all of them were purple and blue. Among them is a woman, purple is better, her clothes are messy, and her face is full of purple and blue swollen marks. This kind of beautiful woman naturally endured humiliation in the Qing army camp.

They didn't understand what was going on, they were all chased away by the Qing army, each of the Qing army's infantry and vests looked crazy, whipping the group of Ming starving people with horsewhips, each with a look of madness on their faces, they They are all confident that these Ming refugees are their life-saving talismans.

Xiao Chuan immediately felt a different kind of depression in his heart, and the soldiers on the side were all angry. Han Gang said angrily: "Damn, hate, this group of Tartars are relying on refugees to attack our army formation! This? Shameless!"

"No matter, fire the gun!" Han Tie's eyes were cold, and his tone was indescribably cold, and he said: "When you arrive at the archery, you can fire. The people on the opposite side are not the people of Ming Dynasty, they are pretended by the Tartars." Is it a fake? You can see it naturally.

The crowd fell silent, and their morale immediately became a little low. The crowd lowered their heads, and said to open fire, and some said they could not fire. Xiao Chuan looked at the refugees on the opposite side, raised his hand, and said: "The folks on the opposite side, I'm sorry, for the sake of more Daming citizens to live on, I hope you can understand."

A burst of refugees immediately cried even louder. When they saw the Ming army on the opposite side, they did not expect it to end like this. Han Gang on the side said, "My lord, let the cavalry charge. Our archers will cover it, and we will definitely be able to do it." rescued them"

"Brother, are you stupid, who are you saving, there are no refugees here, no, there are only Tartars opposite us, and there are Ming people who are played by Tartars." Han Tie's voice was cold, and Sen shouted in an unbearable tone, saying : "Ready, fire, aim at those Tartar spies"

Han Gang wanted to stop him, but he was saved by Wang Youcai. He said with determination on his face, "That's right, there are no Ming people on the other side, only the Tartars are working carefully, and the gunners are ready."

Crash, clatter, the sound of the bolt being pulled away, the hands of the firecrackers were trembling, and some of the firecracker barrels were shaking non-stop. They always only pointed their firecrackers at the thieves, yes The quasi-Tartars aimed at every enemy who opposed Daming, but they never aimed their firecrackers at their own people or at the people of Daming.

They naturally understood whether the people on the opposite side were citizens of Daming. The victims in the distance were all terrified, crying, and some people knelt on the ground begging for mercy, saying: "We are not Tartar spies, we are our own people, our own people, soldiers. Lord, please, please forgive us!"

There was a burst of crying, and some people didn't say a word, they just walked with a limp, as if they were already desperate, or death was a kind of relief for them.

The Qing army in the back laughed loudly. Seeing the distorted and painful expressions of the Ming army who had beaten them helplessly yesterday, they felt a burst of joy in their hearts, and burst into bursts of wild laughing expressions, tinged with madness.

Jierhalang narrowed his eyes at the back, and he saw those people walking forward. The role of these people is not to be cannon fodder, but to fight against the morale of the opponent. This method is the easiest way to hit the opponent When the morale is high, it is a kind of psychological torment for them to fire a gun to attack their own people. He showed a sly smile, so that he can find suitable cannon fodder and can also damage morale.

All the Qing troops laughed, Xiao Chuan felt bad, so he froze, and said: "Bring up the captured Qing troops." After speaking, from time to time, there was a burst of chattering voices from the Ming army formation. The voice, and the smiling face of the Qing army on the opposite side suddenly became unbelievable.

A group of Qing army captives were nailed to the cross armors, and the iron nails nailed their limbs. They let out screams, and a Ming army on the side said in Manchu: "Listen to the Qing army on the opposite side!" Look, these people are your future fate." A burly Ming soldier raised his spear and stabbed the Qing soldier immediately.

With a puff, the Qing army screamed in pain, but he did not die. The blood donation continued to flow, and the Qing army on the opposite side became terrified, and their morale was immediately low. Najierhalang looked strange. With a different kind of weirdness, he never thought that the other party would use this method to deal with him.

The fierce Ming army on the opposite side stabbed the Qing army's chest again and again with the long spear in his hand. The chest had turned into a terrifying appearance like a sieve. Every wrinkle of the Qing army made the heart chill. They saw The screams of the Qing army on the opposite side made my heart tremble.

Some people stared blankly and murmured: "That's not Hao Qi, they, they were caught by the Ming army." They looked at it with fear in their hearts, and they all looked cold and trembling.The morale of the Qing army suddenly became cold, and the battlefield suddenly fell silent, followed by the screams of the Qing army one after another.

The group of Qing soldiers started to frantically kill the hungry people in front of them. They looked crazy, as if they wanted to take revenge on the nailed Qing soldiers, but Ji Erhalang was in a bad mood. It was the morale that was hit by the Ming army at once, right in the arms of the opposite Ming army general.

"Who told them to do it?" shouted angrily, so that he killed his own cannon fodder, how would he charge later? Not only did it not affect the Ming army on the opposite side, but it also hit his morale, Jierhalang thought An indescribable feeling of suffocation.What follows is only cold and bloody close combat.He was indeed pleasantly surprised to see that the Ming army on the periphery suddenly retreated, abandoned the perimeter defense line and walked towards the interior of the ancient town.

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