Beiyang new warlord

Without mercy, Yuan Dabao waved his command saber forward contemptuously, just like he did every day.

"Shoot and kill them!"

bang~ bang bang~

The white gun marks shot out circular shock waves in the air, and finally merged with the bodies of the former Ming soldiers marching in front of the battlefield. In just a few tenths of a second, the trigger was pulled from the hands of the Liaozhen infantrymen. , followed by blood splatter.

Puff ~

The high-speed rotating cone bullet in the rifling easily penetrated the simple wooden shield in front, and then the hot steel passed through the hand holding the shield. The old cotton armor kissed the same hot chest, and the heart burst out. The blood spurted out from behind, and sprayed all over the face and body of the same robe behind him.

He didn't even make a sound, and the Jiangjun holding the shield collapsed, but immediately, the comrade behind him, stained with his hard work, reached out to pick up the shield in his hand, and continued to move forward with it, without any sadness or sadness. No regrets.

Forced by death and struggling on the death line every day, these surrendered soldiers have become numb.

Rows of gunfire shot past, and the surrendered soldiers fell one after another, but the limitations of firearms in this era were still revealed. After paying the price of thousands of people, these surrendered troops still reached the front of the Liaozhen Army. The benefits brought by slow travel are also revealed here, saving precious energy. Suddenly, the descendants who threw away their wooden shields seemed to come alive, roaring like beasts one by one, holding their swords and spears high , slammed into the defensive formation of the Hegang Corps.

Even until the Napoleon generation, the final settlement of the battle between the two opposing legions still had to be determined by the bayonet. Even until World War II, there were large-scale hand-to-hand bayonet battles on the Chinese battlefield. In this era, relying on the strength of Liaozhen, so It is impossible to completely rely on muskets to resolve battles in level wars.

At this time, it is time to compete with each other in terms of physical fitness and willpower. Hegang soldiers are valued because they are strong and strong, while Shunjun's strength is one, they have many people!

With a slash of cold light, he slashed off from the head, and the face of the surrendered soldier from the Beijing camp with the knife was full of ferocity. However, his movements were too slow compared to the vigorous Liaozhen elite soldiers. The Hegang soldier who was fighting easily dodged, and even the spear stab was picked up on his open arms. With a puff, the cold steel pierced from the lower abdomen and came out from the back. softened.

However, no matter how strong a person is, there is a limit, and then there is the sound of the wind, and the bayonet is still stuck in the human body. Seeing the second knife coming, the Hegang elite soldiers who have nowhere to hide can only grit their teeth and turn their heads. The shoulder resisted hard, and with a bang sound, the heavy machete hit the cold forged armor, a series of sparks popped out, and the blade bounced back.

But before the man from Baishan Heishui rejoiced that the quality of Dongjiang's products had improved, this time his luck ran out, and a big gun full of rust stabbed out from the side and plunged into his stomach .

The tip of the gun was pulled out abruptly, clutching the wound, the young Hegang sergeant knelt down limply on the ground, holding out the bloody tip of the gun, the soldier from the Beijing battalion once again rushed forward like a lunatic until a bayonet Stab him in the chest.

This scene happened to be reflected in Sun Chuanting's telescope, he couldn't help shaking his head, and Sun Chuanting put down the mirror at hand.

On the other side, Li Zicheng's one eye in the telescope was full of satisfaction.

The snake is indeed fierce, with its head like an arrow and its tail like a whip, waiting for an opportunity to kill people, but the weakest point of the snake is its slender body, especially its abdomen, where the seven inches are! The army formation in Liaozhen is too long Now, unless the entire formation is mobilized, the help from the two wings to the Chinese army is too little and limited.

It can be said that the Hegang army is the Qicun of Liaozhen. Li Zicheng doesn't even need to defeat the entire army of Liaozhen.

Those surrendered troops were worthless to him! Their lives consumed the artillery shells and morale of the Liao army. When the time comes, he will attack the Chinese army with fine cavalry. Li Zicheng even has a very good idea. How to reprimand him for his disrespect, how to show his magnanimity, benevolence and sternness, and then give him a title in the capital, build a house and so on.

However, when he was in a daze looking at it, suddenly more than a dozen cavalrymen ran over in a dusty rush from behind the huge Shunjun army formation, and Li Zicheng couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

The capital is reversed?

"Meet the humble king Chuang!"

The wound on his back didn't even care to be wrapped and recuperated. After running for several days, his body smelled of blood and rot. Screaming miserably on the horse's legs.

"A lowly position is useless, and a lowly position is guilty! The silver that Chuangwang ordered the lowly position to escort to Xi'an was ambushed by the Liao dog on the way, and it was robbed!"

In an instant, his old face was flushed, and in his mind, a huge silver plate of fifty kilograms was cast in front of his eyes, and the gleaming white appearance disappeared in a flash. Li Zicheng almost fell off his horse, panicked A group of personal guards rolled and crawled while shouting and helping.

"Chuangwang! Chuangwang!"

With great difficulty, Li Zicheng couldn't care less about the friendship with his cronies for many years. He pointed at Xie Junyou's forehead and growled like a wolf.

"Come here, give me this trash! Take it down!"

On the battlefield, the roars and screams of the newly attached cannon fodder army were still resounding fiercely, but the Shun army camp, which was originally relaxed, became tense at this time.

"What? I lost all the silver! This is the silver of our Dashun Liguo. Xie Junyou is a waste, I want to kill him!"

The interests are closely related. Once Li Zicheng officially proclaims himself emperor and conferred the title of marquis, a considerable part of the money will be distributed to everyone. Mao Jue moved the cheese of the big guy, and the anger caused by it can be imagined. When Liu Zongmin roared, Liu Tichun, the quiet Chuangjun general, was the first to shout angrily.

At the mention of silver, Li Zicheng's face twitched uncontrollably again, and his one eye was also full of murderous intent.

But Niu Jinxing couldn't help but frowned here, pinching the treacherous mustache on his chin, thinking for a moment, and then hesitantly spoke.

"King Chuang, Liaogou's ambush easily defeated Xie Junyou's left front battalion, but is that so?"

"Military division, is this not clear? Xie Junyou is a good-for-nothing who is afraid that the ghost will lose my Dashun's military salary. Why are you repeating it?"

Originally irritable, Liu Zongmin muttered dissatisfiedly, and glanced at Li Zicheng's gloomy face.

"Obviously?"

Speaking of this, Niu Jinxing snorted arrogantly. Even if he became the prime minister of Dashun, he still looked down on this refugee leader who had read the book. Facing Liu Zongmin's bewildered face, he It was humming full of contempt.

"Xie Junyou has 5000 people in the left front battalion, and it is still the old Shaanxi army! Back then, Xie Junyou fought against Kaifeng and Zhuxian Town with King Chuang, and Xie Junyou also broke through Zuo Liangyu's rear camp. Be strong! He defeated his left front battalion easily, and he was even unable to fight back! How many troops did Liaogou deploy in the Xuanfu generation of Datong? And the battle was imminent, and Mao Manzi dispatched such a powerful army to Datong. Is it to rob our money?"

What Niu Jinxing said really stunned the Chuangjun guards. After a few minutes of astonishment, Liu Zongmin took the lead in attacking the case, full of shock and shouting angrily.

"This hairy barbarian is so savage and evil-minded, he's fucking planning to set up Shaanxi!"

If the former Chuangjun had a team of refugees, he would be allowed to walk anywhere in the world! Anyway, nowhere is his, just like Luoyang City, which was finally captured, and it doesn’t feel bad to lose it.

But now, Jiangshan is in sight, and most of the leaders present are from Shaanxi. Now everyone wants to finish the war and return home. If there is a change in Shaanxi at this juncture, the blow to the Dashun Army will be worse than losing the 4000 More than ten thousand taels of silver is much more serious.

Just now Li Zicheng was just in pain, but now he is absolutely heartbroken!A generous and square face became more and more severe, his chin was pinched, his one-eyed eyes were radiating fierceness, and even Li Shuangxi stood up abruptly.

"Uncle, those of us have worked hard all our lives just to have a shelter to live and live in. Shaanxi must not be lost! I invite an army and return to Shaanxi immediately! Kill Mao Manzi's Liao dog without leaving any behind!"

"King Chuang, what Shuangxi said is true! Shaanxi can't be lost!"

"The last general invites you to fight!"

Niu Jinxing is indeed talented, but he has no general idea. He pointed out Mao Jue's strategic intentions because of his cleverness, but he didn't take into account the actual situation of the Dashun Army at all. Because of his words, more than thirty leaders present All of them are dedicated to Shaanxi!They are enough to represent a million troops.

The army is thinking about returning! How to fight the battle?

Fortunately, Li Zicheng was anxious in his heart. He might be able to achieve this position, but he was not a hot-headed person. He slapped his hands suddenly, making the whole conference hall silent. Looking at the anxious eyes of a group of old guys, he It was a gloomy snort.

"Brothers, my Lao Li's family is also from Mizhi, Shaanxi. I am also impatient when he is a Mao Manzi who wants to move Shaanxi! But his surname Mao has a lot of eyes, and he just deliberately makes us anxious. If we quit, brothers and sisters The capital that was finally brought down will belong to him! Besides, this old boy is not very ambitious, and the Liao barbarians have a lot of cavalry. If we chase after us, it will be difficult for our old man to leave!"

This is a heart-to-heart statement!The strong relationship is also clearly distinguished, and Liu Zongmin, Hao Yaoqi and others who listened can't help but nod their heads.

"I didn't say anything! The big guys follow Chuang Wang to fight the world, you decide where to fight! Brothers, fight wherever!"

"That's right, Lord Chuang, make up your mind!"

These words sound good, Li Zicheng still sees the anxiety on the faces of a group of people, and he himself is also anxious, eager to get back his tens of millions of taels of silver, looking around, Lao Li is very serious nodded.

"Since all the old guys believe in Lao Li, then tomorrow, let's rush over and smash this savage man first, let him know how powerful our Dashun Army is! Then we will return to Shaanxi, my old Li. Pat your chest, after you go back, everyone will build houses and farms, and live in peace! No more wars!"

Anson live a life!What a long-awaited and unattainable vocabulary, the words came out slowly, and everyone's pupils couldn't help showing a look of longing.

Several pieces of Wu Sangui's lips were dry and cracked, and the ferocious blood was spreading frighteningly.