Beiyang new warlord

"Zi Shi, now!"

Under the mountain, I don't know when, with the sound of footsteps, the horse's hooves gradually gathered together, and the eyes were as vicious as wolves in the night, and the firelight was reflected on the arrow, giving off a cold light.

"By the order of the master, kill!"

Chapter 397. So Simple?

The random arrows rained down on the ridge. Dongjiang's cold-forged armor was not covered. Even after a fierce battle full of sweat, most of the arrows were blocked. Unfortunately, no matter how strong the armor is, it can protect Without a cowardly heart, a sheep in tiger skin is still a sheep, wearing Dongjiang's armor, and the soldiers of the guards are still throwing away their helmets and armor, running away in a mess.

This time I dispatched thousands of my own soldiers, and additionally recruited many thugs on the Lulin Road in Shandong. Stay, if the arrow is not dead, use a knife to chop. After a few rounds of arrow rain, those thugs and soldiers rushed up the slope ferociously with knives.

Next, there is a massacre.

click~

There was no iron armor around his neck, and he was full of despair. A soldier of the guards flew out with his head spinning. Stabbed to death, the unlucky ghost who was pinned to the ground screamed terribly as if he had been tortured by a knife.

Just now I was thinking about how much money I could get after helping Liu Ze clear the Dongjiang soldiers, but now in front of death, that bit of greed has dissipated completely, kneeling on the ground without a teacher and raising his hands, hissing hiss as hard as he could shouted.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings! My own people! My own people!"

own people?

Under the moonlight, a knife slashed over fiercely, a splash of blood spattered out, and the sound stopped abruptly.

"Oh, I'm not counting people!"

Leaning against a grave bun, panting violently, this Fang Bingwen is quite a bachelor, looking at the blood splashing on his feet, Master Shaoxing snorted self-deprecatingly.

"Brother, we have to sleep in the Qinhuai River at night in the next life!"

There was a bang, and several thieves gathered in the past. Looking at the brain-blown corpse, they spit out in mockery, turned around and hacked at the fleeing guard soldiers.

Not one left!

36 plan, Li Daitao stiff, Song Xiance's calculation, Fang Bingwen was regarded as an abandoned son to attract Liu Zeqing's attention, but this is definitely not as simple as getting rid of the two Jinyiwei nails, Song Datou, a liar who runs the world, has a heart far more than Fang Bing Wen imagined it to be much more ruthless! More savage! He wants to capture the thief and capture the king, and get rid of Liu Zeqing, the general soldier of Shandong, so that the province will always come to make trouble!

Huo Bing a provincial commander-in-chief!

With his head resting on a soft grass cushion and a grass root in his mouth, Wen Meng was moaning and looking at the sky. If there was a beautiful girl lying next to him at this time, it would be romantic. Unfortunately, Wen Meng is obviously not romantic. Man, beside him, lay a purple-black corpse, with his neck unnaturally tilted to one side, apparently broken.

After all, they came from Liao Town, and Liu Zeqing is still familiar with the scouts scattered around the army. Unfortunately, compared with the old birds like Dongjiang, they are still too young, and the entire scout team is now lying under Wenmeng's feet.

In front of Wenmeng, Xu Luobo, the scout leader of the first regiment, was holding a binoculars, and Naoki nodded his head in a mouthful of Northeast dialect.

"Oh my god! Our military master Song did his calculations quite accurately. There are four to five hundred stoves, and there are as many as 5000 people!"

"It's a fart! It's seven thousand if you add Lacey, don't talk nonsense, in a few moments, it's time for this group of braised eggplants to change shifts. Did you find that Liu?"

"Boss, I still need to look for it. There are only a dozen tents, and the rest are sheds and pits. They are all there."

"Then why are you still standing there?"

Turning over, he slapped Xu Luobo on the head with a slap, and then Wen Meng jumped up like an earth dragon turning over, also took the binoculars in his hand, and looked towards the barracks below.

In order to scare Yu Dacheng, a civil servant, Liu Zeqing really set his sights on it. The barracks stationed near Pingdu is really magnificent, with triple trenches dug, and cannons erected between the trenches. In the southeast corner, a group of war horses are standing there. Eating night grass with hooves.

The Mongol Empire brought countless disasters to China, but it also brought some changes to China. At least because the nomadic line was pushed south, there were more horses in the north. Zhu Yuanzhang continued to implement the horse policy, compared with the lack of horses The Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty really had no shortage of horses. It is said that even the rebellious Li Zicheng could have more than 16 cavalry in the end.

Looking at those horses, Wen Meng couldn't help showing a sinister smile on that horse's face. He immediately put down the binoculars, crawled back, and stretched out his hand to press down the Dongjiang field gun that was being loaded. go down.

"Don't install shrapnel, this time, didn't the general give me something new? Put it on, and then hit me according to the horses!"

"Little one obeys!"

Where is it not?Wen Meng is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and the soldiers he leads are also a group of soldiers who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. He happily took out shrapnel like clubs, and then took out a few red cannon balls from the box and stuffed them in. .

Because of the surprise attack, this time I brought five hundred catties and five three-pound field guns, but for Dongjiang, this firepower was enough. The calm night sky was suddenly pierced by a few thunderclaps, and Liu Jun in his sleep suddenly shot Startled, he poked his head out of the ditch where he dug out to lie down and slept, and watched several red balls whizzing and flying out of his head, and then exploded on his stable, a large area was red The powder falls in profusion.

Then, the horses exploded.

Those who can be selected as war horses usually have undergone strict training and have been castrated. The roar of guns and guns on the battlefield will basically not be frightened, but Mao Jue is really wicked and smokey. The shells he fires are peeled off from camels raised in Dongjiang The stinky hair is added with Dongjiang chili powder that is ground into a very fine powder.

In West Asia, the camel cavalry was once known as the cavalry killer. It is said that the smell of camels can make the horses go crazy. It was super good. Thousands of horses snorted and had red eyes and directly dragged down the stables, and tens of thousands of horses galloped hard and trampled over the head of the barracks on the side.

"Enemy attack!"

The shrill screams were overwhelming, and Liu Jun sneezed as he ran while avoiding the horse's hooves, but soon, they knew how lucky they were to inhale some of the red powder, because the brothers in front sprayed it out. But red blood.

In the winter, I was ordered to lie on the snow in the morning without getting up. It was a trivial matter to crawl forward. Before anyone knew it, the Dongjiang private had already climbed to the vicinity of the trench like a gecko. Hearing the signal, he stood up abruptly. There was a burst of gunfire, and the trench guards were overturned before they recovered. The Liu Jun sentry at the corner of the trench had three blood holes in his chest, and he didn't even scream. , turned over and fell down.

Originally, Wen Meng was a little worried about Liu Jun's cannons, but these things were really decorations. The two sides had already started a fierce gun battle in front of the trench, and the artillerymen carrying the shells didn't get in for a long time. The red cannonballs landed precisely in front of the nearest artillery formation, pepper noodles and camel hair fluttered all over the sky, clutching their noses, the hundred or so artillerymen who didn't die unexpectedly dispersed.

The musketeers in front also made the same mistake as all the musketeers of the Great Ming Dynasty. They drew out their guns without looking at the distance and hit them. What made those Liu Jun musketeers vomit blood was that during the fierce gunfire confrontation, only a few stray bullets hit the cotton in the Dongjiang River. A piece of skin was broken on the armor and stuck on the armor plate, but at the same distance, the Dongjiang army would die if they hit it.

The lack of training, the firearms rang for three or four minutes, and Liu Jun's muskets began to misfire. At this time, the Dongjiang privates still maintained an efficient output, but Wen Meng couldn't wait any longer. He held the gun and shouted all over. He was the first Turned into Liu Jun's trench.

"Rush with me!"

I really don't know who dug this ditch. In the narrow ditch, the private soldiers from Dongjiang are more comfortable than Liu Jun. Facing Wenmeng, a dozen thin Liu Jun, who is as thin as a chicken, is panicking with swords and shields. Running over, Wen Meng didn't even look at him, he kicked directly on the front shield, and with a bang, sent someone to fall back like a domino.

It’s really not an exaggeration. In history, ancient generals often fought a few or a dozen, because what the generals ate, three meals a day consisted of meat and vegetables, and the soldiers couldn’t get enough to eat, and the weight difference could be tens of catties. The strength is naturally different, not to mention that Dongjiang has eaten enough to train hard enough to pass three or four Nei Ming troops. In comparison, these Liu Jun soldiers seem to be weaker.

It was as if the god had descended to earth, and the flintlock guns were thrown behind his back. Wen Meng stretched out his hand and pulled out the engineer shovel issued by Dongjiang, and reached out to pick up the soldier who was crushed by the shield and stood up, and pointed it at the head. With a click of the shovel, ketchup-like rot spewed out, spraying Wen Meng all over.

Throwing the twitching corpse aside without hesitation, under the fearful eyes of those Liu Jun, he reached out and picked up the collar of the second man

After smashing four or five heads in a row, none of them survived a round. Seeing a lunatic in the same robe slashing wildly with a knife like that, Wen Meng blocked it with a flick of his left arm. There was a headshot, and Liu Jun in the back completely collapsed, crying for his father and mother, climbing the wall of the trench like a monkey, and fled out.

In a blink of an eye, there was no more Liu Jun in the first ditch, and there were four or five Dongjiang troops who rushed in first, looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Isn't this too simple?"

I thought it would be a fierce battle for eight hundred to attack five thousand. I didn't even catch my breath. I leaned on the wall and climbed up the trench wall. Liu Jun, who was in the second and third trenches in front of me, also fled backwards. Meng Zhen scratched his head in astonishment.

But the work that should be done still needs to be done. After a moment of stunned, Wen Meng roared again, and the engineer shovel covered in blood swung forward, and rushed forward again.

On the other side, it seems that the winning ticket is already in the hands, Liu Zeqing was actually drunk last night, and the guns outside were going off for a long time, and he just woke up in a daze. With wet and black hair on his chest, Liu Zeqing stood up while supporting the head of the bed in a daze, and shouted arrogantly again.

"Who the hell is making noise, dare to disturb me to sleep, I will cut you off!"

Before the words fell, Gululu rolled in with half of his head at the door of the gorgeous tent, and then two soldiers of Liu Zeqing staggered in, and before they stood up and screamed, four or five soldiers from the Dongjiang River followed. The bayonet came down, and amidst the horrible sound of puffing, there were seven or eight blood holes on the body, and the two of them immediately groaned.

The strongest and most capable generals of the Ming Dynasty were none other than the soldiers around the generals, but this fierce soldier was not an opponent of the Dongjiang soldiers. Following the opened door curtain, Liu Zeqing looked in disbelief outside the tent and on the water tank. Hanging the corpse of one of his own soldiers, a thick layer of red blood had accumulated in a low spot on the ground.

"So simple?"