stubborn thief

Chapter 124 Breaking the Array 【Please subscribe】

At 150 steps, the officers and soldiers did not move.

After a hundred steps, the officers and soldiers did not move.

Liu Guoneng's army began to run, and they ran faster and faster, with only a hundred steps, they could pass by in twenty or thirty breaths.

Their march even caught up with Zhang Tianlin on the right.

Everyone is running with spears and knives, which makes them full of strength, which is much more enjoyable than standing still and being bombarded by artillery, making everyone shrouded in the shadow of death.

They are not afraid of dying in battle, they are afraid of waiting to die.

Suddenly, someone ran across the invisible line.

"Franco cannon! Let it go!"

The angles of the four Franco cannons filled with powder had already been adjusted. When the officer gave an order, the gunpowder sprinkled on the gunpowder was ignited. Smoke takes over.

Hundreds of cannonballs shot out in the flames emitting gunpowder smoke, and with countless sounds of friction against the air, they sprayed the broomcorn millet out of a cone-shaped open space.

At the end of the cone-shaped open space is the phalanx where Liu Guoneng runs.

The lead iron pellets passed through each body, creating patches of blood mist.

Rows of people were brought down, their bodies collided with projectiles while they were running, their upper bodies were thrown backwards, and their lower bodies were still walking. Under this kind of action, people finally fell to the ground in the air.

Those who were lucky enough not to be shot were also stunned by the sudden change, stopped abruptly, panted and stared in horror, and searched around in a daze.

Liu Guoneng was also at a loss, Tie Wan pierced through the hem of his clothes, and his left leg hurt so badly that he knelt on the ground and yelled, crawling on the ground with difficulty to pat this and move that.

Every face covering his chest and abdomen vomiting blood, every crying and terrified person pouring out feces and urine are all his relatives, brothers, neighbors and uncles.

The people behind ran out of Mizidi, only to see twisted relatives struggling for their lives who were shot down everywhere, and dozens of steps away from the officer's army facing their cannons.

Those struggling stretched out their hands and pushed them far away, saying with all their might, "Don't come here, run! Run!"

thump!
The artilleryman fished out the soaked cloth from the bucket, covered the black gun with a snort, lifted the gun aside and threw it into the bucket again with the scorched cloth.

The artilleryman who was waiting next to him immediately stuffed the sub-guns into the tail of the gun, and then began to clean up the used sub-guns.

The artillery officer revised his order, and the orderlies on either side waved their flags.

The four Franco cannons adjusted their muzzles, facing the troops of Li Wanqing and Luo Rucai who were still advancing.

Li Wanqing was still turning his head in a daze. He saw Liu Guoneng's team changed after the sound of the cannon. The people in front disappeared, the people behind stood still, and some people were running away.

Soon he knew.

Boom!

Boom!

At the left and right corners of the army formation, two cone-shaped clearings were sprayed out again. The broomcorns on the flight path of the cannon were cut off and flew like wheat, and there were people marching in the broomcorn field.

The left corner of his army formation seemed to have been sliced ​​by a knife. Twenty or thirty people were cut down by lead iron pellets, and the overwhelming cry and curse sounded together.

In the blood mist, for a few seconds, the entire army formation was blinded.

Li Wanqing's troops are not relatives. He looked down at himself. He saw that all the parts on his body were quite complete. He ran forward and grabbed the simple square flag from the frightened flag bearer. Cannon fight!"

Luo Rucai was also shot, and the situation was similar to Li Wanqing's, but last night more than a dozen of his subordinates died, and the formation stood looser, which was not so miserable.

At this time, the best players in the team are busy stabbing the seriously injured with a knife, so let them have a good time.

After that, more than 200 lightly wounded soldiers were left behind, and more than [-] people continued to move forward.

Zhang Tianlin rode his horse and galloped on the right wing. Amidst the sound of cannons, he raised his whip and looked to the rear. By virtue of his height, he could see the three tragedies in full view.

He cursed secretly, raised his eyes to look into the distance, waved the team to disperse, and personally led the crowd to pounce on the rangers of the official army who were waiting outside the formation, while the auxiliary soldiers rode their horses and went straight to the rear of the official army.

His mission was to break through the barriers of the officers and soldiers on the outside of the enemy's line, and send the horses to Liu Chengzong.

The horsemen chased and killed Youdou around the periphery of the battlefield, covering the auxiliary soldiers and carrying their horses across the front line.

Gao Yingxiang rode his horse and stood on the left wing, and the Mongolian cavalry under his command roamed around, and the frontier cavalry stood behind him. Half of the cavalry dismounted, put down the five small cannons carried by donkeys, and observed the battlefield with him.

He said to the left and right: "Clean up the rangers of the officers and soldiers, wait for Liu Shizi's soldiers to come, and all three formations will rush into his formation!"

Liu Guoneng's army was not defeated when it first encountered the intensive shelling of Sanzi, but was shocked and fled when the four Fran cannons hit the friendly army.

More than 300 people in the entire army, shouting the news that Liu Guoneng was killed, fled to the rear.

Then he was stopped by Cao Yao firing a three-eyed gun in mid-air, and Liu Chengzu stayed behind to regroup.

Cao Yao continued to push forward with the artillery team, but this old thief was not a hero at all. He greeted hundreds of artillerymen from the battalion's artillery post. The artillery moved forward.

It was very strange, the millet was bent when it was ripe, and none of them could hide in the ground, with half of their helmets exposed and arched forward.

After a while, Cao Yao straightened his waist and looked forward to see if the team had gone astray and if the enemy had stepped forward, before burying them down again, like a group of dwarfs walking through the ground.

The cannons in front of the battle were booming, and he didn't know who was being beaten, so he couldn't help but encouraged his left and right: "We didn't hit us, go forward, this battle is aimed at us!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of crackling.

Li Wanqing fought with the official army. He drew his bow and fired an arrow towards the official army formation. Then the musketeers in front fired a volley of guns, then retreated, and the crossbowmen released arrows.

Several officers and soldiers fell down, and then fought back with bows and arrows.

He didn't dare to go any further, and after releasing another arrow, he looked eagerly to the right and cursed, "Where is Monk Wang?"

Monk Wang formed the team behind.

Those people who came from all over because of the appeal had never seen a battlefield, and they were never prepared to fight.

Liu Guoneng's men couldn't help rushing forward after being hit by the shelling volley. They walked slower and slower when they heard the sound of the artillery, and when Liu Guoneng's troops retreated, they all stopped.

Thanks to Wang Ziyong inviting Liu Ding Liujia over there, Jiang Shen and the others did not retreat.

Otherwise, with so many people retreating, Gao Yingen in the back line couldn't stop it at all.

The ceremony was completed, and the thousand-man brigade each armed with farm tools marched confidently again.

Only Wang Ziyong was helpless in the battle. He felt that the common people were not stupid, and there were some who really believed in this, but not many. They just wanted to use this to delay the marching speed a little, so as not to go to the front and be bombarded.

But he can only do this. If he doesn't do this, his people will all retreat like Liu Guoneng.

Liu Chengzu could bear the retreat of Liu Guoneng's troops, but he might not be able to withstand the retreat of thousands of them. Therefore, even if this team marched slowly, Wang Ziyong could not let them escape.

The left wing also joined the battle, and Luo Rucai was very straightforward, leading the hungry people to push forward with shields, spearmen, and spearmen. After advancing twenty steps, the officers and soldiers fired a volley of bird guns and fire guns, knocking down the people like cutting wheat, revealing the good hands behind, and one after another. Zhang Gong hit.

In fact, his position in the team is similar to that of Wang Ziyong, both of whom add status to the team.

But he doesn't have any metaphysical theories, and his repeated chatter is all about lure and profit.

Tell the hungry people that life is a low life. Parents, wives and children will be supported after death. Don’t be afraid of anything. If you are still alive after this battle, you don’t have to suffer this crime anymore.

This is very useful for hungry people who have no means of survival. Three rows of shields and hands are like a wall, one row of people sandwiches another row of people, and the dead body can continue to block guns after being killed.

Even the scatter of the Buddha Wolf cannon can be blocked, only a few people in the second and third rows are killed.

Dozens of good men in the back squatted down and shot arrows with bows in hand, and stood up to shoot arrows. There was no pattern at all, but they were able to fight back and forth with the officers and soldiers.

He was still dispatching in the formation, strengthening the right side to face the direction of the officer's Buddha wolf machine gun, and opening the left side, trying to lure the officer's army into sending troops to attack him, thinking that Gao Yingxiang's cavalry would create a chance to break the formation.

However, the right wing of the officer and army moved the two pearl cannons out of the team, and when they were fired, they beat him to the point of crying.

I just stopped thinking about it.

Liu Chengzu's troops were also advancing rapidly, following Cao Yao's rear and trying to fill the gap left by Liu Guoneng.

Cao Yao poked his head out from the millet field, and he gasped for breath at the sight of the river of blood on the ground. He quickly retracted his head, ordered the three Franco cannons to line up, and then poked his head out again.

Seeing Liu Guoneng struggling on the ground clutching his legs, he raised his hand and wiped his face, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, I thought I was dead."

"Come a few people and drag the wounded soldiers back."

A few soldiers from the artillery post of the battalion put down their firearms, and ran into the dangerous area with Cao Yao, and immediately a volley of guns was fired.

Cao Yao jumped and dodged, picked up a shield on the way, went up and threw the shield into Liu Guoneng's hand, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled it back.

Of course, he didn't forget to lift Liu Guoneng up as a human shield.

Then there was another burst of firing guns, and Liu Guoneng let out another muffled snort.

The human shield took effect.

Pulling back to look, he was shot again in his right leg.

Cao Yao threw him next to the Buddha Wolf machine gun, and waited until all the subordinates who went out to wound the soldiers ran back, adjusted the muzzle again, stood up and took a look, and crouched down again like a gopher.

A volley of guns came, and several artillerymen fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

He said to the left and right: "The general has mounted his horse, and we are ready to fire."

Just now he saw that the cavalry in the distance was galloping around behind the formation of the officers and soldiers, and the three formations of cavalry were about to complete the encirclement.

Liu Chengzong led his troops to the battlefield.

Soon, Liu Chengzu's troops lined up behind the artillery, Cao Yao felt that the time had come, and ordered: "Frangji, let go!"

Bang bang bang!
Three solid shells penetrated into the formation of the officers and soldiers at intervals of dozens of steps, and they went on a rampage, knocking down several people.

The battalion sentry soldiers took off the blunderbuss from their hands, and soon, three more solid bullets were blasted out.

After firing two rounds quickly, the loading part of the Franco cannon's barrel was hot and red. The artillerymen immediately abandoned the cannon, carried fifteen small cannons and rushed out of the line. They carried the firecrackers, and each of them fired a shot at the enemy's line when they went out. Gun, squatting down on the spot to fiddle with the cannon.

Arrows from the officers and soldiers rained like rain, and the artillerymen wore armor without any fear on their faces. Small cannons fired one by one, and nine solid iron bullets and hundreds of small projectiles flew into the enemy's formation.

The government-army front, which had been as stable as Mount Tai, finally became turbulent and shaken.

Listening to the voice, Cao Yao always felt that several cannons hadn't been fired, but at this moment, he really didn't care too much, and turned around and shouted: "Guan Liu, it's your turn!"

Taking advantage of the chaos of the officers and soldiers being bombarded face-to-face at close range, Liu Chengzu's relatives and soldiers rushed out from Mizidi in formation. The front line punches a gap.

The continuous sound of artillery from our own side encouraged the friendly army, and Li Wanqing's troops also seized the opportunity to slam into it fiercely, fighting close to the officer and army.

The shouts shook the sky.

Zhang Tianlin's troops regrouped on the flanks. After the battle with the rangers, the horsemen were all wounded. Even Zhang Tianlin himself had two feathered arrows stuck in his armor. Before riding the team, his eyes scanned every face following him.

Then he turned the horse's head without saying a word, raised his buttocks lightly, and the mount under him understood, opened his four long legs, and moved forward rhythmically.

Dozens of cavalry teams put their knives back into their sheaths, and each held a bow and javelin. They followed suit and accelerated slowly.

Hundred steps.

Arrows flew in the air, and behind him came the neighing of a war horse falling to the ground and colliding with inertia.

The horse galloped faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the enemy's position, the small cannons of the government and army came, the shells fell on the side, the loess splashed, and the horse neighed.

Fifty steps.

Zhang Tianlin's saber resting on her shoulders had dropped, pointing straight ahead, the cavalry began to slow down and moved towards the rear left of the official army phalanx at a moderate speed.

Twenty steps.

The official army formation began to riot, but the front has not yet collapsed.

Zhang Tianlin started to turn the horse's head to the left, his helmet was hit by the arrow, and there was a clear impact sound, which shook his head, but the outstretched arm and the Xueliang Yanling Saber did not fall.

The cavalry lined up in a gallop, turned left along the route the leader had galloped, and approached the enemy for twenty paces, each bowing and throwing spears in the face.

The army array platoon shot out, the horsemen fell, the horses fell, and the horsemen behind them continued to advance along this road of death.

Feather arrows flew into the enemy's formation, and the retreating musketeer covered his face and fell to the ground. The spearman behind him filled the gap. Then he was hit in the chest by a flying spear. He retreated a few steps and was tripped by the friendly army behind him.

A few more spears were thrown out, and the gap became wider and wider.

Zhang Tianlin, who was galloping like a circle, had just run half a circle, when she saw that the enemy line at the rear of the team had been rushed out of the gap, she immediately reined in the horse's head, and raised her knife to point directly at the gap.

As a result, the entire cavalry turned around, and people drew their bows and held knives to join the leader's team halfway, and rushed straight towards the gap.

The officers and soldiers frantically filled the gap, the officers were shouting loudly, and the soldiers collided with each other.

Finally, seeing the cavalry galloping towards the ground, their figures getting bigger and bigger before their eyes, the infantry on the front suddenly dropped their spears and fled.

On the other side of the battle formation, Gao Yingxiang raised his Guan Dao and shouted "Break through their formation!" Hundreds of horsemen followed the Chuangqi flag, and with the momentum of going forward and never turning back, they rushed towards the official line.

Looking at the official army phalanx collapsing on three sides, Liu Chengzong, who was riding a horse, smiled.

The rear formation of the officer army facing him, the front line has been crushed by the rout army squeezed like a tide, and they are rushing towards him.

With a slight twist of the wrist, Yanling danced a saber flower and pointed it directly in front of him. Liu Chengzong urged the horse to pace out, and the cavalry under his command formed a four-way brigade, holding high the flag of the four marshals, and charged the defeated army!

(End of this chapter)