Beiyang new warlord

Fighting and fighting, the officers and soldiers have also gained experience in fighting. It is not necessary to kill people on the battlefield. They turn to kicking. Don’t watch the whole character on the TV series get dozens of shots. It’s okay. The real situation is that the arrows may hit dozens of arrows, but the muskets fall down with one shot, and it is almost impossible to stand up again.

There were a lot of wounded soldiers screaming and rolling back, hugging their legs and moaning, and the rebels had to send someone out to transport them back.

The trenches on both sides have become the focus of contention between the two sides.It was really like a rat war, the two sides shrank in a trench about one person wide, squeezed forward desperately, a bayonet kept stabbing, retracting, stabbing, retracting, and the killed rebels couldn't even fall down, being regarded as The shields were squeezed in front like that, but the bottom of the big black pot carried by another officer was also ping-pong sounded by the various weapons of the rebels who were desperately stretching forward, and the bottom of the pot on top fell down with ash. with.

No one dared to show their heads, there were the army musketeers in front, and the rebels were aiming at the rear with bows and arrows. Hundreds of people were crowded in a palm-sized place and fought hard.

"One, two, three, squeeze!"

After all, there were so many people, sweating all over, and someone yelled, that Xu Jun suddenly slammed forward desperately, caught off guard, and seven or eight Tie Yijun were sitting in front of him. On the ground, in ecstasy, stepping on the iron pot on the belly of the first Tie Yijun who was grinning, a few thieves rushed forward with their knives cursing, who knew that before they could even take two steps, they would be shocked by the roar My ears buzzed.

"Give it to grandpa!"

With a bang, the thieves in front actually snapped off their swords. In his astonishment, a strange square weapon opened his head wide open.

In addition to bayonets and flintlock guns, Dongjiang Tieyi Army also has a standard, engineer shovel.

Unlike the tattered guys in the Ming Dynasty, when it comes to weapons, Mao Jue strives for perfection. Even this shovel is made of high-quality stainless steel, and it has a sharp edge. It is much better than a knife when thrown in this narrow tunnel. Now, plus the humanoid tank Kong Youde, this one stepped on the pot, and the thieves who beat them were all staggering, crying for their father and mother, and with a fierce general, they beat them back alive.

"drink!"

With a neat roar, one side of the iron pot shielded by the Roman legion of the Tie Rebel Army shielded Kong Youde, who was out of breath, behind the pot shield. Once again, the heavy iron pot array blocked the tent army. outside.

In the crowded and anxious battle, the time passed by every minute and every second, and it was more than half an hour of fighting in the torment.

Although he didn't make any progress, Fan Wenju's face became more and more relaxed.

Although there is no 20 troops like Wang Huaan's bragging, 8 people are still there, and the quality of the tent troops is poor and the morale is low. What Fan Wenju fears most is that the officers and soldiers will suddenly attack with an array of cavalry, which will cause a lot of damage in a short time. The army was defeated, but Mao Jue chose the least drastic method, so that the tent army had the capital to grind slowly.

Just like a siege, don't worry that the defenders have a huge advantage in terrain, but the initiative of the war is in the hands of the attackers. When the first team is tired, Fan Wenju will change to another team, but after all, there are only 5000 officers and men. , They are not machines. Once their physical strength is exhausted during constant consumption, that piece of the battlefield collapses, and the victory of the war belongs to the tent army.

Looking at it, he couldn't help it, and with a smile, he clasped his fists beside Wang Hua'an.

"Buddha, ten times is enough to encircle, and double is to attack. Now we are more than ten times the size of the army, and we are besieging from all sides. If we send a team of troops to detour around the short hills and start attacking, I think Mao Tieyi will not be able to stand up to it!"

Looking anxiously at the gold, silver and jewels, Wang Huaan ordered them out without even thinking.

"Zhang Gouzi, take your brothers and go around behind the official Gouzi with this deity!"

"Your Majesty, Lord Buddha!"

With another yell, a giant man with a height of [-] meters walked out from the rebel army formation. Under his roar, a large number of capable rebel troops crowded forward again.

With a smile on his face, Fan Wenju watched with ease as an arc-shaped moon-like encirclement gradually wrapped up Mao Jue's hill position, and the arc continued to expand backwards, with the momentum to engulf the entire officer-army position.

But he didn't notice at all that after several times of increasing troops, the entire rebel army almost crowded into this uncovered beach, and even the awakened army had already crowded into the sea water, and the entire army seemed to be bumping into the sea. Like a wild boar on the tree trunk, its sharp fangs were still hissing and pressing forward with all its strength.

"It should be almost there!"

After drinking five pots of milk tea, Mao Jue filled himself with water. His stomach was full and he looked at the sixth pot. He was so tired that he couldn't drink any more. After climbing to the top of the trench and looking down from the top of the hill, I couldn't help hiccupping, and said with satisfaction.

"Has the time come? Is it possible to fight back? The last general will prepare now!"

Wen Meng, who was so bored that he opened the tea box and counted the tea leaves, immediately got up in a spirited gulu, rushed to Mao Jue's feet excitedly, and asked while lying on the edge of the trench.

Mao Jue, who was listening, shook his head speechlessly, and waved his hands angrily: "Be honest, send an order to Sun Chun to let her play the signal flare!"

Immediately afterwards, Mao Jue grinned again and turned around, pointing at Wen Meng's nose with wide eyes, and shouted depressedly.

"Old Wen! You are my uncle after all, can't you save me some money?"

His head was full of confusion, and Wen Meng's eyeballs were wide open.

A few seconds later, under Fan Wenju's relaxed smile, a special magnesium bullet extracted by the magnesium ore extraction method in Song Yingxing's "Heavenly Works" with bright brilliance, Xiongxiong soared to the clouds in the sky. His smile immediately froze there.

What does it mean?Recruiting soldiers?But within a radius of twenty miles, scouting cavalry were deployed?And in the whole of Ludong, except for Mao Jue, there is no second official army! Who is this signal flare for?

Could it be, at sea?

Needless to say, this Fan Wenju is really a thoughtful person. After thinking about it, he immediately bowed anxiously, clasped his fists at Wang Huaan and said, "Buddha! Not good! It must be that some foreign reinforcements have arrived, and this Mao Tieyi just now Deliberately lured us to the seaside, and ask the Buddha to give an order immediately, the whole army defends the sea, and must not allow soldiers from outside the pass to land, otherwise, we will be finished!"

Beads of sweat dripped from Fan Wenju's forehead. Hearing the seriousness of what he said, Wang Hua'an was also taken aback. He knew the power of the soldiers outside the pass very well. The Qinghe Tiebeishan battle had just crossed half of Shandong. The 14 rebellious army caused more than 2 soldiers and iron cavalry outside the pass to tear blood dripping, thousands of people died in battle, and the White Lotus Sect was repelled for more than 70 miles! Looking at the magnesium bullet that was rising, he also shouted anxiously stand up.

"Where is the guardian left? Immediately lead the army of guardians to defend the seaside!"

This time it was Sangmen Xing who went into battle in person, and the team attacking the mountain in front stopped. Tens of thousands of archers waited on the beach with their bows and arrows full, holding wooden shields, and thousands of shield spearmen also Standing densely in the shallow water, under their full attention, piece after piece of sails really appeared in their eyes.

"Dog day, it's really fucking here!"

Unable to restrain himself from cursing, the mourner star also drew a full bow and yelled loudly at the same time.

"I'm sure. After a while, the official dog will land on the shore and shoot his mother's leg. No one is allowed to run. Whoever dares to run, don't blame me for sending him to the west first!"

"Drink!"

The tens of thousands of troops all responded to this order, appearing to be very imposing.

But at this moment, Mao Jue, who was holding the binoculars, put down his things leisurely, took out two cotton balls and stuffed them into his ears, and shook his head melancholy.

"Fear! Ignorant mortals! Even if you live, you will always live in the shadow of today!"

With a thud, he jumped back into the ditch again, but immediately he put the pot on his head in a very inconspicuous manner, and stretched out his hand to drag Wen Meng in.

At this time, at sea.

The 70-meter-long Dongjiang sailing battleships turned their heads one by one with the sound of creaking wood. Ten main battleships and a dozen light ships with thousands of cannons were pushed out of the gun bays together. Looking at the densely packed shore Pang Pang Hai and Shen Rong, who were in charge of the rebel army, showed cruel smiles on their faces at the same time, and they almost waved their arms together.

"fire!"

In the next second, hell came to the world!

In just a few breaths, the beach was turned over again and changed its color. Mao Jue’s boat was equipped with twelve to sixteen-pound cast-iron cannons capable of hitting kilometers, and the guns fired were the most lethal, containing 64 Tens of thousands of shrapnel shells covered the beach, and the entire beach turned red. The neat bow and arrow team instantly turned into a broken net. There were conflicts, corpses and pieces of meat floating on the sea, the sea water was dyed red with blood, and sharks began to show their dangerous triangular fins from the beach just around the corner.

The blows were almost indiscriminate, only the rebels near the hill were luckier. After all, no one dared to shoot at Mao Jue. In this way, the scattered missiles also cracked and shattered the wooden barrels and boxes that fell together. A large area was covered, and the box rolled down the hillside and hit the heads of the rebels in the trench.

"Haha! The gold and silver treasure! It's all mine! Hahahaha!"

Holding the broken box, a rebel with a broken leg went completely crazy, scratching traces of blood on the wall of the box with his hands, and on the other side, a Liao civilian who had served as a soldier punched his fist hard He smashed it on the box and cursed loudly.

"His mother's donkey ball ball, for these empty boxes, his mother's Buddha made me go all out to grab them. He is so different from those sons of bitches in Liaodong!"

The rebel army was naturally within the range of artillery fire. Fan Wenju's ears were buzzing again, and his consciousness was blurred for a few seconds before he suddenly woke up. Once again, he was lucky to escape. Death's arms, but looking around, he would rather be killed just now.

What a miserable look!

The standing white lotus religion banners are now like the jungle after the fire. They are broken everywhere, and there are all kinds of strange human parts scattered beside them. The pungent bloody smell makes him want to vomit.

There are also those white lotus mages who claim to be invulnerable to swords and guns, capable of catching ghosts and gods, and they are also spliced ​​together in various postures. After struggling to push away the corpse of his guard, Fan Wenju stood up in a daze.