The defense line between Gantang Lake and the Yangtze River is so narrow that it is only one mile wide.
There is no room for maneuver here, and there is no room for retreat, because there is nothing else to do except fill in the flesh and blood body.
In the vast years from ancient times to the present, almost every inch of land in China has shed the blood of warriors.
Zhang Chengzong led the third army to approach the defense line of the government army. Seeing many heads appearing from the ruins, he realized that his subordinates were about to encounter a disaster.
The artillery destroyed the fortifications of the government and military, but a round of artillery bombs with solid black gunpowder could not cause destruction and damage to its army, and a large number of troops behind the government army also quickly rushed up to block the attack after the artillery bombardment.
Only a few dozen steps apart, people cannot weigh too much about life and death. The bodies and shouts of companions are raising courage for everyone. The soldiers charge forward with the instinctive fear of survival threatened and the vague belief in dignity in their hearts.
Soon the explosion of gunpowder and the trembling of bowstrings in the musket began to appear on all sides of the battlefield.
The strong bow and hard crossbow used by Xuan Dabing is not comparable to the bows and arrows of the mainland garrison. It has a strong range and strong force. The rain of arrows flew across the air, piercing through the soldiers' armor. Blood flowed in the iron armor, and people continued to advance along the corpses of their companions.
Amid countless screams and roars, the generals enthusiastically aroused with hoarse voices, and the voices from all sides were clamoring.
My childhood friend has died in battle, and my fellow villagers fell on the battlefield... How can I return to my hometown with the shame of defeat? How can I face my fellow villagers?Some people are even chanting loudly in the crowd, our corpses will return home in glory, covering the Vermillion Bird Flag that holds life and glory... Brothers and brothers and sisters are together, and we will never leave each other, and we will be together in life and death!
Boom... Bang bang... The cannon guns and arrows seemed to be loudly roaring around, and blood mist was filled with smoke.
A general held a sword in front of him, with a few arrows inserted into his chest, blood emerged from the hole in his armor, continued to walk forward a few steps, and finally pounced on the ground.
Zhang Ning witnessed the heavy casualties of the Third Army and the continued offensive hundreds of steps behind him, and his eyes felt sour.
The heroic poems from ancient China seemed to ring in my ears, how could I say that I had no clothes?
Being with my son.
The king raised his army and repaired my spear.
Same hatred with your son...
The people who charged in the first round were directly damaged by the official defenders from a long range. The sparse chaotic soldiers could not continue when they entered the trench. A broken red Vermilion Bird flag was inserted into the soil in front of the formation, with the first post of the Third Army written on it. One of the established units had been killed or injured.
But a volley shot immediately sounded again from behind. In the white smoke, dense lead bullets flew across the official defense line at less than fifty steps. Large pieces of dilapidated fortifications that lost the barrier could not prevent lead bullets. Many people fell into the ditch with sandbags and debris from behind the trenches.
Immediately afterwards, more people rushed up with all kinds of weapons, shouting long live, roaring with killing sounds, and quickly rushed to the front of the formation from the approaching distance.
People began to build trenches with wooden and bamboo structures.
This kind of bridge is mainly inlaid with thick wooden boards, and is nailed with horizontal rows of hard bamboo to increase the stress point and friction. Even if it is placed upward, it can push its feet.
However, the barriers and earthen walls in many places have been destroyed by artillery, and a large number of wooden boards are no different from the bridges on the trenches.
Some wooden boards were placed directly on the opposite wall, with a thick nail in front, which was directly nailed into the soil when falling down; there were two firmware at the end, and the soldiers then knocked the pickets deep into the ground from the firmware to stabilize the position.
The defenders will find it difficult to destroy this kind of bridge in a short time, and they cannot be lifted off after being nailed tightly; the two fixed points at the tail plus the head form the most stable triangular fulcrum, and there is no axis to move.
In a short period of time, countless ladder bridges were built, and both sides used firearms and bows to shoot at short distances. The trenches in the middle were filled with corpses, and blood was sprinkled everywhere, with the smell of fishy smell as strong as gunpowder.
The soldiers of the Third Army successively advanced into the defense line of the government, and the two sides were in a close fight.
The swords were waving in the dark smoke, and there were hard sounds of metal collisions everywhere. People's screams and roars had already changed, and countless faces had been distorted.
The hard battle was just because Xuan Dajun was the elite of the Ming Dynasty. The first round of artillery severely damaged its fortification system. Until now, the melee has actually fallen into a situation where the troops and generals cannot communicate with each other, but it still has not collapsed.
The Vermilion Bird Army was also not casual. People rushed over from the wooden board in batches and lost their queues, and could only fight on a small scale.
Even though there were many veterans who had fought for several years, most of the officers and soldiers of Yongding Camp still did not use bows and arrows, and their martial arts skills were not as good as those of the Northern Xuan Bing. However, the melee did not collapse, and their fighting will and organizational strength were obviously better.
The melee between melee is very terrifying. No matter whether the other party is a veteran in his fifties or a teenager, he will stab the sword and gun mercilessly until he kills the other party. The blood splatters all over his body, and everyone is like a murderous devil, whether he is willing or not.
Both sides are elite, with a high armor rate. They can't kill anyone with one or two shots. Those who die are all covered with blood holes and have received many weapons. There are many internal organs flowing out of the field, and broken hands and feet can be seen everywhere.
Zhang Chengzong's third army had about 3,000 people, and the rest rushed into the defense line of the government army. Behind the ditch wall, fighting everywhere in the width of a mile.
At this moment, a neat sound of horns suddenly sounded, echoing between the mountains and rivers.On the narrow land, a dense area of horse soldiers had gathered in the east, which was Feng Youxian's cavalry regiment.
This terrain is completely unfavorable to cavalry operations, but Feng Youxian felt honored to be in the battle that determines life and death.
He slowly raised his head from the posture of hanging his head, with a quiet expression on his face, and his hands straightened the iron helmet on his head.
The glittering new armor and heroic face of his body were filled with masculinity under the sun.
Silk... With a long metal friction, Feng Youxian pulled out the long-handled saber from his waist, and the thin and long blade was shining with a terrifying flowing light.
He raised the knife high and shouted loudly: Brothers, it’s time for us to go into battle!The brave move forward, and cry for the father and mother!
Long live... Thousands of cavalry shouted, with great momentum.
The horse's hooves then roared, and the dense horse team gradually jogged forward.
There is no galloping charge, and the overly dense queue cannot rush quickly. It can only permeate like this, but it is also a torrent of steel, an unstoppable momentum.
The heavy iron hooves pressed up and trampled all the plants and trees along the way into slag.
The cavalry crossed the defense line from the bridge one after another, and then rushed around and slashed wildly.
The condescending iron-armored knight attacked the enemy soldiers from a distance with his cavalry, and the weight collision and slashing were even more straightforward.
Feng Youxian personally took the battle. This so-called general who was well-written by the Ministry of War was not circling at all, and his movements were clean and he would chop him as soon as he saw someone.
In addition, more than 20 elite cavalry soldiers around him broke into the chaotic battlefield without anyone to take care of, and the sharp sword almost showed blood.
The cavalry was difficult to fight at rest, and the big group of people quickly defeated the riots and directly penetrated the battlefield and rushed forward.
Soon, the Xuanda Jingqi came to block it, and the two armies immediately fought, and there was no detour. Then they interspered and fell into a melee.
Not long after, I saw a tide of infantry appearing again on the ditch wall defense line, with Chinese characters on the secondary red military flag, and the first army of Yongdingying Camp.
The large infantry easily caught up because the land corridor was too small.
The Xuanda Jingqi immediately encountered a devastating blow. The cavalry that was sieve was shot by the infantry with flintlock rifles. The two sides were often only a few steps away, and the lead bullets flew in almost the face, and no armor could stop the shooting at such a close range.
The scattered cavalry could not attack, and were surrounded by cavalry of the Suzaku Army. No matter how enemies and we were around, the war horses could not run at all. They fought like infantry and were not as dense as infantry. The situation was disastrous.
The two sides fought until the sun was noon, and gunfire came from behind Zhang Ning, as if the rear wing was fighting with other troops of the government army.
However, the front offensive was coming to an end. The entire Northwest Camp official army was in chaos. When the rebels retreated eastward, they seemed to be blocked by Zhou Mengxiong's army, and gunfires were very dense in the east.
Some knights were forced to rush into Gantang Lake. The man fell into the water from his horse. The deep water disappeared immediately. He was wearing at least dozens of kilograms of iron, and even the gods could not float.
Some of them struggle in shallow water, deep water, and the cold water tastes very bad. The shallow water is all swelling into dirty mud, and the mud water is red, and there is no need to know how much blood is mixed into it.
On the battlefield where blood flows, it is not easy to surrender, and the soldiers rushed up and killed them.
Many of the elite Xuanda soldiers who were defeated were scared to tears in such a terrifying place, but they were useless.
An exhausted man didn't know where was the way out and lost his army. Suddenly, a group of blood-stained people rushed up with red eyes, holding swords and guns in their hands, and stabbed them up. This feeling may only be fear and despair.
Some of the officials and soldiers simply threw away their weapons, hugged their heads and hugged them on the ground, screaming in vain that they wanted to be killed happily.
As soon as the infantry and cavalry battles passed in the early stage, the battle turned into a massacre after the official army was defeated.
This place is truly a dead place, with groups of rebels in front and behind, and water on both sides.
There were many people who fell into the water. If it weren't for the tragic scene of the massacre, no one would want to jump into such a cold water...
Zhang Ning avoided his sight, but felt relieved.
The victory and the outcome have been decided, and he does not want to rashly stop the massacre and prevent people from venting their emotions after the fierce war; he may not be able to stop it, and the battlefield is still in chaos.
I'm afraid the most time in the war is to run away or massacre, rather than to compete.
The number of elite officials in the Northwest Camp is at least 10,000. It seems that this time it will be completely destroyed.
There is no room for maneuver here, and there is no room for retreat, because there is nothing else to do except fill in the flesh and blood body.
In the vast years from ancient times to the present, almost every inch of land in China has shed the blood of warriors.
Zhang Chengzong led the third army to approach the defense line of the government army. Seeing many heads appearing from the ruins, he realized that his subordinates were about to encounter a disaster.
The artillery destroyed the fortifications of the government and military, but a round of artillery bombs with solid black gunpowder could not cause destruction and damage to its army, and a large number of troops behind the government army also quickly rushed up to block the attack after the artillery bombardment.
Only a few dozen steps apart, people cannot weigh too much about life and death. The bodies and shouts of companions are raising courage for everyone. The soldiers charge forward with the instinctive fear of survival threatened and the vague belief in dignity in their hearts.
Soon the explosion of gunpowder and the trembling of bowstrings in the musket began to appear on all sides of the battlefield.
The strong bow and hard crossbow used by Xuan Dabing is not comparable to the bows and arrows of the mainland garrison. It has a strong range and strong force. The rain of arrows flew across the air, piercing through the soldiers' armor. Blood flowed in the iron armor, and people continued to advance along the corpses of their companions.
Amid countless screams and roars, the generals enthusiastically aroused with hoarse voices, and the voices from all sides were clamoring.
My childhood friend has died in battle, and my fellow villagers fell on the battlefield... How can I return to my hometown with the shame of defeat? How can I face my fellow villagers?Some people are even chanting loudly in the crowd, our corpses will return home in glory, covering the Vermillion Bird Flag that holds life and glory... Brothers and brothers and sisters are together, and we will never leave each other, and we will be together in life and death!
Boom... Bang bang... The cannon guns and arrows seemed to be loudly roaring around, and blood mist was filled with smoke.
A general held a sword in front of him, with a few arrows inserted into his chest, blood emerged from the hole in his armor, continued to walk forward a few steps, and finally pounced on the ground.
Zhang Ning witnessed the heavy casualties of the Third Army and the continued offensive hundreds of steps behind him, and his eyes felt sour.
The heroic poems from ancient China seemed to ring in my ears, how could I say that I had no clothes?
Being with my son.
The king raised his army and repaired my spear.
Same hatred with your son...
The people who charged in the first round were directly damaged by the official defenders from a long range. The sparse chaotic soldiers could not continue when they entered the trench. A broken red Vermilion Bird flag was inserted into the soil in front of the formation, with the first post of the Third Army written on it. One of the established units had been killed or injured.
But a volley shot immediately sounded again from behind. In the white smoke, dense lead bullets flew across the official defense line at less than fifty steps. Large pieces of dilapidated fortifications that lost the barrier could not prevent lead bullets. Many people fell into the ditch with sandbags and debris from behind the trenches.
Immediately afterwards, more people rushed up with all kinds of weapons, shouting long live, roaring with killing sounds, and quickly rushed to the front of the formation from the approaching distance.
People began to build trenches with wooden and bamboo structures.
This kind of bridge is mainly inlaid with thick wooden boards, and is nailed with horizontal rows of hard bamboo to increase the stress point and friction. Even if it is placed upward, it can push its feet.
However, the barriers and earthen walls in many places have been destroyed by artillery, and a large number of wooden boards are no different from the bridges on the trenches.
Some wooden boards were placed directly on the opposite wall, with a thick nail in front, which was directly nailed into the soil when falling down; there were two firmware at the end, and the soldiers then knocked the pickets deep into the ground from the firmware to stabilize the position.
The defenders will find it difficult to destroy this kind of bridge in a short time, and they cannot be lifted off after being nailed tightly; the two fixed points at the tail plus the head form the most stable triangular fulcrum, and there is no axis to move.
In a short period of time, countless ladder bridges were built, and both sides used firearms and bows to shoot at short distances. The trenches in the middle were filled with corpses, and blood was sprinkled everywhere, with the smell of fishy smell as strong as gunpowder.
The soldiers of the Third Army successively advanced into the defense line of the government, and the two sides were in a close fight.
The swords were waving in the dark smoke, and there were hard sounds of metal collisions everywhere. People's screams and roars had already changed, and countless faces had been distorted.
The hard battle was just because Xuan Dajun was the elite of the Ming Dynasty. The first round of artillery severely damaged its fortification system. Until now, the melee has actually fallen into a situation where the troops and generals cannot communicate with each other, but it still has not collapsed.
The Vermilion Bird Army was also not casual. People rushed over from the wooden board in batches and lost their queues, and could only fight on a small scale.
Even though there were many veterans who had fought for several years, most of the officers and soldiers of Yongding Camp still did not use bows and arrows, and their martial arts skills were not as good as those of the Northern Xuan Bing. However, the melee did not collapse, and their fighting will and organizational strength were obviously better.
The melee between melee is very terrifying. No matter whether the other party is a veteran in his fifties or a teenager, he will stab the sword and gun mercilessly until he kills the other party. The blood splatters all over his body, and everyone is like a murderous devil, whether he is willing or not.
Both sides are elite, with a high armor rate. They can't kill anyone with one or two shots. Those who die are all covered with blood holes and have received many weapons. There are many internal organs flowing out of the field, and broken hands and feet can be seen everywhere.
Zhang Chengzong's third army had about 3,000 people, and the rest rushed into the defense line of the government army. Behind the ditch wall, fighting everywhere in the width of a mile.
At this moment, a neat sound of horns suddenly sounded, echoing between the mountains and rivers.On the narrow land, a dense area of horse soldiers had gathered in the east, which was Feng Youxian's cavalry regiment.
This terrain is completely unfavorable to cavalry operations, but Feng Youxian felt honored to be in the battle that determines life and death.
He slowly raised his head from the posture of hanging his head, with a quiet expression on his face, and his hands straightened the iron helmet on his head.
The glittering new armor and heroic face of his body were filled with masculinity under the sun.
Silk... With a long metal friction, Feng Youxian pulled out the long-handled saber from his waist, and the thin and long blade was shining with a terrifying flowing light.
He raised the knife high and shouted loudly: Brothers, it’s time for us to go into battle!The brave move forward, and cry for the father and mother!
Long live... Thousands of cavalry shouted, with great momentum.
The horse's hooves then roared, and the dense horse team gradually jogged forward.
There is no galloping charge, and the overly dense queue cannot rush quickly. It can only permeate like this, but it is also a torrent of steel, an unstoppable momentum.
The heavy iron hooves pressed up and trampled all the plants and trees along the way into slag.
The cavalry crossed the defense line from the bridge one after another, and then rushed around and slashed wildly.
The condescending iron-armored knight attacked the enemy soldiers from a distance with his cavalry, and the weight collision and slashing were even more straightforward.
Feng Youxian personally took the battle. This so-called general who was well-written by the Ministry of War was not circling at all, and his movements were clean and he would chop him as soon as he saw someone.
In addition, more than 20 elite cavalry soldiers around him broke into the chaotic battlefield without anyone to take care of, and the sharp sword almost showed blood.
The cavalry was difficult to fight at rest, and the big group of people quickly defeated the riots and directly penetrated the battlefield and rushed forward.
Soon, the Xuanda Jingqi came to block it, and the two armies immediately fought, and there was no detour. Then they interspered and fell into a melee.
Not long after, I saw a tide of infantry appearing again on the ditch wall defense line, with Chinese characters on the secondary red military flag, and the first army of Yongdingying Camp.
The large infantry easily caught up because the land corridor was too small.
The Xuanda Jingqi immediately encountered a devastating blow. The cavalry that was sieve was shot by the infantry with flintlock rifles. The two sides were often only a few steps away, and the lead bullets flew in almost the face, and no armor could stop the shooting at such a close range.
The scattered cavalry could not attack, and were surrounded by cavalry of the Suzaku Army. No matter how enemies and we were around, the war horses could not run at all. They fought like infantry and were not as dense as infantry. The situation was disastrous.
The two sides fought until the sun was noon, and gunfire came from behind Zhang Ning, as if the rear wing was fighting with other troops of the government army.
However, the front offensive was coming to an end. The entire Northwest Camp official army was in chaos. When the rebels retreated eastward, they seemed to be blocked by Zhou Mengxiong's army, and gunfires were very dense in the east.
Some knights were forced to rush into Gantang Lake. The man fell into the water from his horse. The deep water disappeared immediately. He was wearing at least dozens of kilograms of iron, and even the gods could not float.
Some of them struggle in shallow water, deep water, and the cold water tastes very bad. The shallow water is all swelling into dirty mud, and the mud water is red, and there is no need to know how much blood is mixed into it.
On the battlefield where blood flows, it is not easy to surrender, and the soldiers rushed up and killed them.
Many of the elite Xuanda soldiers who were defeated were scared to tears in such a terrifying place, but they were useless.
An exhausted man didn't know where was the way out and lost his army. Suddenly, a group of blood-stained people rushed up with red eyes, holding swords and guns in their hands, and stabbed them up. This feeling may only be fear and despair.
Some of the officials and soldiers simply threw away their weapons, hugged their heads and hugged them on the ground, screaming in vain that they wanted to be killed happily.
As soon as the infantry and cavalry battles passed in the early stage, the battle turned into a massacre after the official army was defeated.
This place is truly a dead place, with groups of rebels in front and behind, and water on both sides.
There were many people who fell into the water. If it weren't for the tragic scene of the massacre, no one would want to jump into such a cold water...
Zhang Ning avoided his sight, but felt relieved.
The victory and the outcome have been decided, and he does not want to rashly stop the massacre and prevent people from venting their emotions after the fierce war; he may not be able to stop it, and the battlefield is still in chaos.
I'm afraid the most time in the war is to run away or massacre, rather than to compete.
The number of elite officials in the Northwest Camp is at least 10,000. It seems that this time it will be completely destroyed.
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