stubborn thief

Chapter 262 Monsters
The fog in the mountains has not cleared yet, and the cold wind in the morning hit the weather-beaten faces of the warriors on the plateau.

The chest of the mail armor of the mount swayed with the pace, tapping rhythmically on the strong chest of the Hequ horse, and the coherent sound was like a breaking music.

In the Danba Manor in front of him, thousands of runaway slaves who had been swept away by the cavalry on both wings were breaking up, trampling each other like headless chickens in the scattered tents.

Close at hand, there is only a wall of people jumping out of the gunpowder smoke.

The narrow human wall forms a dense front, and the mantis is like a cart, cutting off the only way they must pass to enter the manor.

The cavalryman did not slow down, and shouted something to the left and right comrades on horseback, and the companions would deliberately go around to the left and right to prepare for a round attack, then he stood up slightly on the horseback, and pulled off the wolf fur shawl that was blown by the wind to cover the left and right sides Rocking horse head.

He put down the reins and lowered his cheeks, allowing the curved helmet brim to cover half of his face, his buttocks off the saddle and his body leaning forward, holding the horse's mane through the wolf fur with one hand, and the spear decorated with spiral patterns in the other. Assuming the posture of desperately hitting, he launched an impact on the horizontal formation.

This is a duel of courage between cavalry and infantry. In this duel, the one who retreats dies, and he is always the one who wins.

Thirty paces, the infantry with their backs against the trench did not move.

The scenery on both sides quickly receded.

Twenty steps, no movement.

Ten steps, still not moving!

Before turning the horse's head in time, the cavalry suddenly grabbed the horse's mane and fell back. The pain caused the horse's head to fall back, and the front hoof was raised high, while the rear hoof was still plowing forward on the grass. The army formation at hand moved.

A smile appeared on the tense faces of the cavalry. There was no cavalry who would not make a collision posture when launching a charge, but no cavalry really wanted to collide with the infantry line.

It's just that it froze before the smile came out.

The infantry who were facing the cavalry's charge moved, but instead of breaking up, the infantry in the front row took two steps forward suddenly, holding their spears obliquely.

In a flash, the cavalry on horseback had no time to react, and even one thought flashed through their minds: How dare they?
With this question in mind, he watched the mount slide towards the sharp spearhead with his own eyes, and the heavy horse easily pushed the spear tail trampled by the soldiers deep into the ground, breaking several long poles, and then brought the cavalry to the ground with a crash.

More cavalry wanted to give up the direct impact and turn to circle the formation with the spear points on the two wings, but they did not expect that the enemy's line suddenly moved forward, changing the distance between them.

A series of infantry spears were handed out, some of them could stab the horses, and some fell in front of the cavalry, knocking off the riders who had no time to dodge. The short soldiers jumped into the formation and attacked the Duokang cavalry who had fallen off their horses.

They are like a group of monsters, holding the distance between the two sides firmly in their hands, as if they know at what distance the Dokang cavalry will turn their horses. They don’t need to aim, just hand out the spears to that place easily, and there will be war horses that start to slow down Hitting the spearhead.

In a blink of an eye, an impact turned into a collision, and the horse was killed by the pole. The rider who fell immediately could not live alone, and was chopped or smashed by the lion soldiers with short arms, and died unexpectedly.

There were only two horsemen, relying on their mounts and courage to slam into the front line. Even if the horses were stabbed to death, their huge bodies still rushed forward a few steps by inertia, and the infantry on both sides could only dodge.

The two breakthrough cavalry were skilled, avoiding the stabbing spears, and chose to jump from the horses in unison, hoping to jump to the back of the formation and shake the Lion Army.

But behind the lion soldiers is not a flat ground, but a trench dug by them.

The two cavalrymen were like two heavy sacks, slamming heavily into the trench, and only had time to utter an abrupt cry before being pierced by the wooden thorns at the bottom of the trench.

When the cavalry in all directions withdrew and regrouped, Crooked Liangzi put the flag beside him and sneered at the corpses left in front of the front line: "How dare you charge us?"

For Wai Liangzi, the enemy has no idea who he is going to deal with.

They had bad luck and ran into the Lions in their heyday.

Wai Liangzi transferred from Tangqi to the training camp only this spring, and was unable to participate in most of the training in the training camp. At that time, the officers were arguing about whether the soldiers should be allowed to marry and whether they should transition to a normal regime.

At this time, the Lion Army is a monster who only cares about war.

Thousands of low-level officers and tens of thousands of soldiers have no life, children, wives and children, no worries, and are used to thinking that a full meal is better than everything in a drought.

They live in the barracks every day, with enough dry food and meat, and only think about how to deal with the future war. The imaginary enemy includes all the troops from Uzang to Nurgan.

The three training battalions practiced frantically for half a year. The generals of the artillery battalion sneaked into the cavalry battalion to spy on the enemy. The generals of the cavalry battalion attacked the infantry battalion again and again in the camp exercises. Pick out the flaws and strengthen them, and put them into the next operation.

On the surface, they have a very high level of education. In fact, even the slave aristocratic system is more advanced and stable than them in terms of government, and can produce ten times and a hundred times more food than them.

They only produce guns and armor.

On this planet, at this moment, they are the most technologically advanced of all barbaric conquerors, and the purest of barbarian blood among all civilized groups.

This state is a deformed product of a pathological condition in a particular environment.

King Bailey's army collided with the monster's outstretched tentacles.

The wounded soldiers who were suppressed by the horses were carried to the back of the trench, and 230 nine lion soldiers survived the enemy's first charge.

Crooked Liangzi calmly organized his team, retreated to the inside of the trench, and once again used firearms to form an iron wall that could stop everything.

Dan Bei Daiben looked at the line that was only twenty steps wide in the distance, full of doubts.

For Dan Beidaiben, it is very common for infantry with firm belief to block the cavalry attack, and of course it is also common for infantry formations without firm belief to collapse under the impact of cavalry.

Shock and ramming are two tactics, relying on the enemy's cowardly collapse in front of the cavalry, the shock is considered successful; and ramming is another costly tactic, in his long military career, he has only seen cavalry ramming three times.

What really puzzled him was why this army composed of Han soldiers remained on the battlefield.

He knew that the Han army, like the Mongolian army, was a helper that Gama recruited from the north.

But after all, this was not their war. Danggama’s slaves and the Mongolian army were defeated. The Han army consisted of only two hundred people, forming a horizontal formation no more than twenty paces wide, trying to block the attack of thousands of troops.

Can Monk Gama afford such a price?
Or is it that the cost of hiring the Han army to fight is very low?
"Daiben, on that flag, the character on it is Liu."

"Liu?"

The pronunciation of this word is very strange, but it made Dan Bei Daiben feel inexplicably familiar. Then he thought of King Mu Tian in Lijiang, and thought of a place as far away as the sky.

He asked the monk who brought the nobleman who could understand Chinese: "Do you know Shaanxi?"

The monk shook his head. His Chinese language was learned in Uz-Tibet from the Chinese monks who went to Tibet, and he had never been to the Han area.

The Baili aristocrats had limited understanding of the Han land, only limited to Sichuan and Yunnan. They knew that there was a King Mutian in Yunnan who blocked the route that King Baili could open up to the south, and there was a Songpan in Sichuan who taught them not to advance an inch to the east.

"You go to meet their leader and tell them to retreat. I will not pursue them. If you want property, you can also discuss it. Remember to ask where they come from."

The monk just wanted to give himself two slaps, what do you owe, let them slap him, this is good, it's time to face Feng Di directly.

But Baili is not other places, and monks are not so respected.

The monk walked tremblingly to the front of the battle, his mind was full of the eminent monk who taught him to recognize Chinese characters, the eminent monk was kind, elegant and easy-going, presumably the Han soldiers would not make things difficult for him.

Looking at the monk's back, Dan Bei organized the army again.

It is best to bribe them away, this is a war between nobles and slaves, it has nothing to do with these Han people.

If bribery is not possible, he intends to press the infantry head-on, cross the trench from the side with the cavalry, and attack the Han army from the back.

Crooked Liangzi is laying out the firearm defense line. The 240 Han soldiers were separated earlier, and each team strengthened the firepower of the slave soldiers on the noble manor, but the scattered firearms could not pose a threat to the regular army.

Now more than 200 Han soldiers have gathered in one place. Counting the seizures, they have hundreds of muskets with strong firepower.

Each of the forty firearmsmen loaded ammunition for three light and heavy muskets, and all of them were placed on the position.

He reckoned that the enemy's cavalry would no longer dare to attack from the front, and would then outflank from both wings, so the frontal defense was handed over to the muskets, and the spearmen mainly defended from the back.

They created time for Basang to collect the few fleeing slaves.

Suddenly a monk Fan who can speak Chinese came in front of the formation, and he loudly delivered a message for the enemy general, crooked Liangzi...don't mention how happy he is!

He was so happy that he almost jumped up, and waved vigorously: "Come monk, come monk, come quickly!"

The monk had never been treated like this before. A group of Han soldiers in armor surrounded him and looked left and right, as if they saw some rare treasure.

Crooked Liangzi asked, "What's your name?"

"The little monk is King Baili..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Crooked Liangzi raising his hand: "Okay, your name is Monk Wang."

As soon as I heard this name, I was an old friend of the Lion Army.

Crooked Liangzi cut to the chase: "Monk Wang is here, and there are only two roads in front of your baby. I need an interpreter. You stay here, and I will keep you fed and clothed."

To eat and clothe warmly, to Wai Liangzi, it is the greatest gift in the world, and it is also the best promise he can make.

Thinking back when the general of his family made conditions for people, he could only guarantee that he would die, but now he can guarantee that he is fed and clothed as a soldier.

very proud.

But for Monk Wang, this condition...is not shabby, but it is really strange.

Is there anyone else in the world who makes promises like this?
Monk Wang felt that these Han soldiers were not bad. Although the treatment was not very good, they looked very simple and easy to talk to.

"No, General, I'm here to make peace with you. Dan Bei Daiben asked me to ask you how to retreat. He promised not to pursue. If you want some money, you can also negotiate. He still wants to know. Where did you come from the Han army?"

"Where the fuck is he coming from?"

Crooked Liangzi scolded with a smile, completely ignoring the peace talks.

Reconciliation is not a problem, the problem is that if he wants to make peace, he has to send this monk back.

This is a person who understands Chinese!

The most worrying thing in Danba Manor these days is the language barrier. Now that a monk Fan who understands Chinese is sent, there is no reason to send it back.

"Listen, your baby can't go back, and don't think about those things."

He raised his finger to Monk Wang, gestured with his hand and said, "If you want to run, have you seen that gun? One or two lead bullets will blow your brains away."

Monk Wang looked at the crooked beam, then at the heavy guns on the earthen wall, and finally looked around at the smiling Han soldiers around him, swallowing slowly.

popping.

A bearded Han soldier came with a belt. This fellow had an accent from another place, and he leaned forward and said, "Don't move your bastard. I'll tie your hands and Pologer, and we'll lose." They won't make things difficult for you."

Monk Wang wanted to struggle, but was pushed to the ground by the bearded man and fell down. He couldn't get up, so he was bound tightly and covered with a heavy set of Duokang cavalry armor. An iron helmet was placed over his head, so he couldn't see anything.

Crooked Liangzi is very satisfied with Monk Wang's outfit, which can ensure that he will not be killed by Liu Ya.

Dan Bei Daiben, who was on horseback in the distance, watched Monk Wang being knocked down, and was out of breath.

How can anyone detain the emissary, damn don't talk about Wude!
Just as he ordered a large-scale attack, the two armies marched forward together, but the nobles who stayed behind looked to the south and screamed.

A rush of black smoke rose from a distance, which was the direction of their food camp.

The infantry formed a dense phalanx, the people in front held shields, and the people behind wore armor. Under the cover of cavalry on both wings, they opened the way with spears and crossbows, and advanced steadily.

The gun went off.

A lone gunshot sounded suddenly in front of the formation.

On the far left side of the Han army's line, a gunpowder emitted gunpowder smoke and hit the shields erected by the frontline infantry far away.

Ruben, who was leading the troops forward, looked at the flanks of the army with some surprise. The infantry continued to advance after a short period of astonishment, and no one fell down.

In less than a breath, the foot of the infantry had just stepped forward, and there was another bang next to the bird's gun, this time it was a heavy gun, and the lead bullet passed through the shield, killing the backing hand and wounding followed by infantry.

Two wounded soldiers fell to the ground, causing commotion on the flanks of the formation.

Then there was the third shot, and the fourth shot...the lead bullets flew one after another, and the soldiers fell one by one. For a short time at first, the frightened infantry were sluggish, unwilling to move on.

However, forty light and heavy muskets fired in turn from left to right. When the last musket was fired, the first musket was loaded and continued to fire. The repeated shooting made the front of the battlefield wild and chaotic.

If the infantry could no longer maintain a stable formation, the formation collapsed under the continuous shooting. Some soldiers fled to the two wings, and many more collapsed in the opposite direction, charging towards the trench, and fell on the road of attack.

The cavalry on both wings stepped through the ditch, but found that they were still greeted by the hedgehog-like spears of the Han army. All the cavalry chose to flee to the ditch in the distance to avoid the projectiles and arrows.

But the Mongolian cavalry, which soon lost control, bypassed the manor, made a comeback on the farther wings, passed the Dokang cavalry restrained by bullets, and went straight to the fleeing infantry.

The fleeing infantry, at first, just wanted to escape the shooting range uncontrollably.

But after the rout, what they had to escape was the pursuit and punishment of the noble officers, which meant that they had to flee the battlefield.

It's time to counterattack.

Crooked Liangzi rolled up his spear and called for his horse.

A number of Han soldiers stepped on their mounts, formed a cavalry team of more than ten riders, and rushed towards the Dokang cavalry on the chaotic wings.

This time, the situation of the Dokang cavalry chasing the Mongolian cavalry all over the ground was reversed, and it was their turn to flee on the battlefield.

　good evening!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)