95. Is there any difference between this and death?

Accompanied by Huang Zichao's drumbeat, the teenagers kept filling, filling, and shooting with incomparable skill.

They knew that the Oirat cavalry was coming from the opposite side, and they also knew that today was not a training, but a real fight.

However, the arduous training leaves them no time to think at all, and obeying orders is the only thing they have to do.Therefore, the sound of the drum completely calmed them down, and they reciprocated in an orderly manner according to the operation during training.

Seeing the Oirats falling from their horses after the first column of shooting, Hua Manlou finally let go of his dangling heart. His heart moved, and he shouted at the boys as he did during training: "Quick! Move faster! Be careful!" Essentials!"

Hearing his voice, the mentality of the teenagers became more stable-this is already a familiar training scene.

The teenagers forgot the Oirat cavalry on the opposite side, the eyes of the emperor and all the civil and military officials behind them, and the three thousand battalions of soldiers more than a mile away on the left and right sides, just as if they were in the training ground, Today is still a training session.

But looking at the actions of the teenagers, the knowledgeable people are not calm anymore.

The advantages and disadvantages of firearms are obvious to all. The power is great, but the filling is enough to make this power greatly reduced.Huamanlou's tossing about three-stage shooting has gradually spread to the ears of this group of knowledgeable people. In their opinion, this is the limit of the firecracker, but...

What the hell is this show in front of you?

Everyone knows the complexity of filling the firecracker, but no one thought that the Xishanwei in front of him just opened a mechanism at the back of the firecracker, and then took out what looked like a small paper scroll from the small bag behind him. stuff it into the medicine pool and close the mechanism, and the reloading is almost completed and ready to shoot, which is more than three times faster than the previous reloading speed...

After the people in the front row finished shooting, in less than ten seconds, all members of the second row had finished shooting and retreated, and then the third row came up again. The speed was extremely fast, and the sound of gunfire seemed to have never stopped.

Of course, there was a guy in silver armor who completely disrupted the formation. She continued to take the loaded firecrackers from behind, and then held up the firecrackers pretending to take a look. Taking one from behind again...

The three teenagers standing behind Qi Wanrong were extremely wronged, but Hua Manlou didn't say a word, so they could only let Qi Wanrong do their best, completely turning them into fillers...

At this time, Er Situmu had already started to panic.

When the second row and the third row were shooting, Erstum barely advanced more than a hundred meters. Although the two rounds of shooting were still outside the lethal range of Xi Shanzao, more than a dozen knights still fell off their horses. , and even a horse neighed and stood up—the eye of this unlucky war horse was hit by a stray bullet.

When the horse was charging, if the front row came suddenly like this, the back row would not be able to stop at all, which made two knights in the back row unable to dodge in time and collided with the horse with the injured eye. In a realistic sense, the collision turned people on their backs, and the dense and neat formation of cavalry was already a little messy after being dragged on like this.

At this time, Er Situm suddenly understood why Huamanlou divided the people into three rows: if they were loaded early, of course they could shoot so quickly, right?

"Despicable southern barbarian!" Er Situm cursed, but he didn't show any intention of stopping: the three rows have been beaten, and it will take a long time to refill, so how should you fight then?

"Come on!" Erstum yelled wildly, urging the horse again.

But the next thing happened that made Erstum's heart shattered: the fourth round of gunshots rang again. This time, the battle damage was greater than the previous three times—he had almost reached the effective killing distance of Xishan. up.

Reality is bullshit, and reality is cruel.

What Erstum thought was the lack of reloading did not come, and the sound of the guns seemed to be endless, bang bang bang bang, and a knight fell off his horse almost every breath.

The leather armor on his body didn't seem to exist. Erstum saw with his own eyes that a blood arrow suddenly shot up from a bodyguard beside him, and then fell off the horse with a loud cry.

That was a warrior who had followed him for more than ten years, but now he fell off the horse because he couldn't even see the face of the enemy clearly!

"Rush over! Rush over and kill them! Not one piece of armor will be left behind!" Erstumu waved his scimitar frantically and shouted, as if he wanted to use his shout to overwhelm the suffocating sound of gunfire.

The prairie people are not short of blood, and they are not short of bravery. The casualties of their companions did not make them feel intimidated. Accompanied by Erstum's shout, the cavalry shouted "Hula" one by one, and their eyes were blood red. , just thinking about rushing over and tearing the enemy into pieces.

Closer, closer.

Er Situm swears that this half mile is the longest half mile he has ridden for many years. Time seems to be extremely slow, and every time the horse takes a step, it seems to be in slow motion, which makes him anxious.

Half a mile, only half a mile away!

After crossing this half a mile, it will be sunny!

Estum howled like crazy, boosting the morale of the cavalry, and charged forward.

Half a mile, 250 meters.

The formation of the cavalry was already in disrepair, but they still barely maintained their formation and rushed towards the young men of Xishanwei.

Hua Manlou looked straight ahead, looking indifferently and indifferently at the Oirat cavalry who could almost see their faces clearly.

He is now in a weird mood, and even he himself is a little surprised, why he can still be so calm.

Those who fell off the horse were all real people. Before a stick of incense, they were waving scimitars wildly, and they could shout some words such as 'Southern Barbarian' that might be blocked by the silencer, but now, Most of them will not be able to speak in the future.

He was the one who gave the order to fire, but why did they swing the scimitar at him?

Huamanlou gritted his teeth fiercely when the Oirats roared, brandishing his long sword and roaring, "Quick! Speed ​​up! Kill!"

What responded to him was a sound of gunfire that sounded like a urging magic sound.

The closer the cavalry was, the more the teenagers realized that this was not training.They were a little flustered, a little trembling, and some of them really wanted to drop their firecrackers and turn around and run away.

However, Huang Zichao's drumbeat and Huamanlou's roar seemed to have a dispelling effect, and they were pulled back to reality when they were about to collapse. They gritted their teeth and calmed down, and continued to shoot methodically.

The closer the cavalry is, the greater the lethality of the firecrackers; and the greater the lethality of the firecrackers, the more damage the cavalry will suffer.

The volley of a hundred firecrackers, when faced with the dense assault formation of Wala, no matter how blind they are, they will not be too crooked.And the Wala people don't know how to turn around, dodge, move, and dig trenches like the soldiers in Huamanlou's previous life. They only care about moving forward.

Is this different from dying?

96. Unilateral hanging

At this moment, all the people watching the battle in the city were excited, even Emperor Guangxing stood up.

In the past, Da Zhao was a true grasslander. Taizu went to the desert several times, and he was invincible all his life as a soldier.

However, the characteristics of nomads are like this. They are like weeds. Once they are cut, they will grow again. If they are left alone for a period of time, they will gallop south and plunder everywhere.

But Dazhao did not have a difficult environment like the grassland people. After experiencing peace, both his morale and combat power gradually weakened. In the end, he could only resist the Great Wall and defend it. Even beheading hundreds of thousands of people can be regarded as a great victory. .

But now, seeing the Oirats coming on horseback but being beaten by a group of teenagers, how could Emperor Guangxing not be excited?This is the grassland iron cavalry famous for its riding and shooting!

The atmosphere above the city did not spread to the city, and fierce fighting was still going on here...or in other words, unilaterally beating the Wala people.

The Xishan Guards were still shooting, and they were already a little numb. They turned a deaf ear to the various reactions of the Oirats, as if they were out of it. Amidst the sound of drums and the roar of Huamanlou, they loaded, lined up, shot, loaded, and repeated the cycle.

Round after round of dense volleys, although in the eyes of Huamanlou this little firepower is still insignificant, but in the eyes of Erstumu, the distance of seventy to eighty feet in front of him is like hell.

The knights around him fell off their horses one by one. They wailed and screamed. Some of them waved their long knives reluctantly in the mid-air of the fall, and some fell off their horses and fell silent.Many war horses also fell down, and even a few horses were covered in blood holes.Their falling to the ground not only threw the knights on them off, but also caused a lot of trouble for the rear team.

The teenagers of Xishanwei can take away at least seven or eight people in each round of shooting, and now the whole column of Oala cavalry has become disorganized-this is beneficial. Only a non-dense formation can make the teenagers Their salvo efficiency is reduced.

however……

What's the use of this?

No matter how brave the Oirats are, no matter how much they regard death as home, it is one thing not to be afraid of death, but another thing to send them to death.

Some people began to hesitate and slow down, some people leaned down on their horses trying to avoid the bullets, and some people were unwilling to draw their bows and shoot arrows, but how far is the bow and arrow?

Er Situm was lucky not to be shot, he still held the scimitar high, roared, and rushed forward without dodging or evading.

He still firmly believes that as long as he rushes to the front of Xishanwei, the opponent will face an out-and-out massacre. No one can defeat the brave grassland knight in the open area of ​​the plain.

It's just that Er Situm forgot that the grassland people are best at riding and shooting. To put it bluntly, it is actually kite fighting, which is about maneuvering.Although their iron cavalry charging into the formation can be called overbearing, no matter how you say it is a bit ironic to use light armored cavalry to attack the array of magic-changing firecrackers.

At this moment, another round of shooting came.

This time, Er Situm was not lucky, a stray bullet hit his raised right arm.

Estum suddenly felt that he had been bitten by something, and then felt great pain—the bullet penetrated his arm, causing him to drop the knife in an instant.

Estumu let out an angry growl. Enduring the severe pain, he wanted to take off the bow and arrow to show Xishanwei some color, but then the next round of shooting came again.

This time, a projectile shot into his right chest, half of Er Situm's body was paralyzed in an instant, and then he lost all strength and fell slowly from the bumping horse.

Until this time, Er Situm recalled what Huamanlou said before the battle: "I have done my best, okay?"

"Taiji! Taiji!" The eyes of all the guards were red.

Estumu is the backbone of this group of people. After the backbone falls, can they continue to fight?

If there are still people who can make the decision at this time, for example, if the Oirat nobleman who cooperated with Erstumu in the exercise on the street earlier shouted revenge here, the Oirat cavalry will still charge forward, and I think there will be some people. Fighting back within the range of the bow and arrow caused some troubles for Hua Manlou, but now...

In the age of cold weapons, the role of the commander and the commander's flag is incomparable. Even if it is well played, a strong wind will blow down the commander's flag and cause the collapse of an army, not to mention the commander falling in front of his eyes?

The Oirats panicked.

Some people were anxious to check Erstumu's injuries, some people tried to block Xishanwei's shooting with their bodies so as not to hurt Taiji again, and some people didn't know whether to continue charging or retreat for the time being. Not going forward anymore.

At this moment, an Oirat knight who could speak Chinese rushed to Huamanlou, waving his hands and shouting in a strange tone: "It's not too big! It's not too big! Stealing! Stealing!"

Some Oirats who can understand Chinese raised their heads and looked at this man in astonishment—this is Erstum’s personal guard captain, who is in charge of the scene at this time, and if he admits defeat, he represents all Oara people throw in the towel.

The captain of the personal guard looked at the frightened, frightened, and unwilling clansmen, and shouted tearfully: "Save Taiji first!"

In fact, there are actually quite a few intact Wala people. Although their formation is loose, Hua Manlou is convinced that if they really rushed in front of him under the hail of bullets, the more than 300 people on his side will definitely suffer heavy losses—— This group of teenagers fought with the Mongolian cavalry for nothing.

It’s just that wars in the era of cold weapons are like this. When one side loses too much in battle—some say about [-]% of them will collapse without fighting. Therefore, except for wars of annihilation, in most cases, they will not fight to the end One person, and although today's situation is no different from a war, it is still a competition in essence. For example, Erstum had thought about whether to release water to Zhao Jun, so it is even less likely to kill them all.

In addition, the saying that the thief is captured first is the truth in these years. Erstum is of great significance to this cavalry. After he is seriously injured, how can others continue to fight?

Therefore, after Huamanlou heard the yelling over there, he confirmed that Erstumu had been shot, and he ordered a ceasefire at the right time, but he did not order the teenagers to put down the firearms, but told them to stay on guard, and then looked indifferently. The Oirats of the regiment.

When the sound of the firecrackers stopped, the screams and howls of the Wala people came, and Hua Manlou clenched his teeth tightly to suppress the feeling of nausea.

What is Hua Manlou thinking at this moment?

Think about the impact of today's events on future generations?How do you think history will comment on this battle?

No, he just wanted to vomit.

The faces of the young soldiers were also not very good, but the coach didn't say anything, and the battle didn't seem to be over, so they could only forcefully suppress the feeling of wanting to vomit—this was Hua Manlou's purpose of holding back. How could he lose face in front of many people, in front of young soldiers?

What's more, today's battle will definitely be recorded in the annals of history, and he ran to vomit before the end of the fight. How should the historian write about this?

Mr. Hua Qian looked at the Wala riders who were crying for their fathers and mothers, with a ferocious expression, and suddenly turned around and vomited three liters?

Hua Manlou felt that she couldn't afford to lose this face...

97. You...have you fallen in love with him?

The Oirats completely surrendered.

Two holes were cut in Estum's body. Even if he wanted to fight again, he lost so much blood that it was difficult for him to stand up, so he could only close his eyes unwillingly, pretending that he had fallen into a coma, so that his subordinates would admit defeat.

At this moment, Erstum felt hopeless.

Three hundred prairie iron cavalry faced three hundred young soldiers, and they were scattered when they couldn't even get close. How could they live up to the reputation of the eagle on the prairie?

And later...

Er Situmu didn't dare to think about the future.

In the past, the Oirats could speak wild words, clamor for the Prancing Horse Great Wall, and wanted to use this to coerce Da Zhao to open a mutual market, and even wanted Da Zhao to pay them to harass the Tatar rear.

But now that they have artifacts in their hands, do they need these three melons and two dates?

Er Situm suddenly remembered, as if Hua Manlou had said this too?With a wry smile, he felt exhausted, he didn't bother to think about anything, and he didn't bother to take care of anything.

At this time, there was joy in the city.

Three hundred against three hundred, no one on your side loses, complete victory!

What is this concept?With thousands of years of history in the country, how many of them beat the opponent completely without temper and did not lose one of their own?Even if Li Guang was resurrected and Huo Qubing was still alive, they wouldn't be able to fight this battle to such an extent, right?

Emperor Guangxing breathed a sigh of relief, and first ordered: "Dacheng, send someone to send the Oirat envoy back, let the imperial doctor do his best to treat the wounded, and the dead will be buried generously. Well, let's choose some herbs and send them..."

An envoy is an envoy after all, and this is still a matter of friendship first and second, so of course we can't just ignore it and let Erstum cool down.

Xu Dacheng, who was accompanying him, went to do some errands, and Emperor Guangxing sighed: "With this fetish in hand, the barbarians will not be afraid from today on!"

Several scholars and Dukes of the state immediately bowed and echoed: "Congratulations to Your Majesty for getting the fetish, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

It's not that the old ones are flattering, it's just that the incident just now was too shocking-didn't you complain about why you didn't use the Shenjiying when you watched the first minister of the cabinet?But the old man didn't stop opening his mouth since he started the fire. He stared blankly and watched the whole process, and he was so nervous that he pulled a bunch of his beard off without knowing it...

So apart from fetish, what else can describe Huamanlou's improved firecracker?

A few grand scholars who knew most of the information in advance were so shocked, then the others would be even more unbearable.

The civil servants who expressed all kinds of brilliant opinions before were either dumbfounded or speechless. Those who were more tender-skinned had already taken advantage of people’s unpreparedness and slipped away, and those who were slower to react now blushed like monkeys... the big apple in the monkey’s hand, He was so ashamed that he almost jumped off the city wall.

But the vast majority of people had no time to pay attention to these dear friends, they watched Shi Shiran leave after the Xishan Guards lined up under the city, as if in a dream.

Among them, Meng Xi was the most shocked by Bingke.

When hearing about the effects of Datong's war weapons, Meng Xi was in a trance and wondered if there was another problem with Datong, there were false reports, or exaggerated the effect of Zhentianlei.But now that the bloody fact—the blood of the Oara people—is placed in front of him, Meng Xi, who is full of righteousness, suddenly becomes confused.

Why can't you understand this world?

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