The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 131 Rout
The weapon used by the Ming army is similar to the Hongying gun, almost three meters long, longer than the Modao.

An inch longer is an inch stronger, but here, this sentence is obviously biased. Mo Dao has a strong hand. After using Mo Dao to swing the opponent's spear away, he takes a step forward. At this time, Mo Dao's advantage is Even bigger, often within two or three rounds, the opponent's spear will either fall out of hand or break.

The light armor on his body only played a defensive role for a moment when facing Mo Dao's slashing, and then was torn apart by Mo Dao.

However, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were not vegetarians. When facing Mo Dao, light armor was of little use, but when faced with the stabbing of the red tassel spear, light armor had a certain defensive effect.

A heavenly soldier seized the opportunity and stabbed the opponent's chest, but who knew that he was blocked by light armor. At this moment of confusion, the opponent seized the opportunity and shot through. Fortunately, the heavenly soldier trained a lot on weekdays and managed to dodge with many dangers. After a moment, despite this, the spear still pierced the shoulder of the heavenly soldier.

The Heavenly Soldier was in pain, gritted his teeth, changed his attack method, and stabbed towards the area where the opponent was not covered by armor.

However, he couldn't survive for long on this battlefield even if he was injured. He couldn't retreat during the battle, he could only move forward. After killing the enemy and fleeing, he might be able to survive.

However, due to his shoulder injury, his offense and defense became slow and full of loopholes. He was soon stabbed in the chest by a gun and fell to the ground dead.

Before he died, what he was thinking about was whether there would be such a delicious Heavenly Soldier meal if he came to the underworld.

At the last glance, he saw that the Mo Dao team was like a sharp knife inserted into the opponent's formation.

This weapon that appeared in the Tang Dynasty regained its brilliance at the end of the Ming Dynasty. As if entering an uninhabited land, Mo Dao Shou went deep into the opponent's formation, tearing open the opponent's defense and letting their formation Get messy.

"Kill me!"

On the eastern front, the teams led by Ren Hongli and Zhao Shitong rushed towards the chaotic battlefield.

Du Wenhuan heard the cry of killing coming from behind, and the Eastern Front troops who had long been prepared to respond nervously stared at the enemy charging in the distance with their own weapons.

Some of them were Du Wenhuan's clan members and servants, some were similar soldiers mobilized from various places, and some were local warriors recruited. Compared with the elites on the Western Front, these people seemed a bit scattered.

What they have to face are militiamen who have been trained for months and are highly motivated, as well as hundreds of heavenly soldiers wearing heavy armor and led by Ren Hongli.

Ren Hongli still had the Heavenly Soldiers around him. He was responsible for wearing armor before the war. During the war, he was responsible for supporting the left and right rear. You must know that what the heavy armored soldiers fear most is to be knocked down and then be beaten to death by a group, or something similar to Song's ax tool specializes in the back of the heavily armored calf, cutting the meridians and then falling to the ground.

At the moment, someone is helping him to coordinate. Ren Hongli, who is wearing heavy armor, can almost be described as a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep in front of these ignorant soldiers who have no firearms, blunt weapons and armor - and this is exactly the case.

Ren Hongli has not yet arrived, but the sense of oppression has already arrived. He is among the militiamen and heavenly soldiers on the eastern front. His height is still conspicuous in the Mo Dao team, not to mention that he is now in the militia team with an average height of only 1.6 meters eight. among.

Ren Hongli, who stood out from the crowd, made the enemies on the Eastern Front who greeted him tremble in their weapons-holding hands. As I said before, they were all using money to do things, so why were they risking their lives?

But the current situation seems to be life-threatening.

Following the commander-in-chief's order, they were forced to rush forward, and the two sides quickly came into contact on the flat front.

Unlike the Western Front, Liu Zhenhua's troops on the Eastern Front have a huge advantage in terms of weapons, because the opponent rarely has standard long guns, and most of the knives are cheap ordinary official knives that can only be used to kill people and cannot break armor. .

In the face of steel guns, these knives are not only short, but also fragile.

The moment the weapons of the two sides met, the expressions of the soldiers changed. Either their knives were cut off directly, or a large hole was directly poked in their bodies by the steel gun. They could not touch each other.

The two sides passed each other and hacked together.

Ren Hongli strode forward with his Mo Dao almost like a skewer of mutton. If his equipment hadn't slowed down his progress, he would have been deep into the enemy's formation by now.

The heavenly soldiers who were supporting him at the back only had to pick up Ren Hongli's leaks - because Ren Hongli's sword skills were wide open and closed, basically sweeping left and right, and the opponent's weapons couldn't hurt him at all, Ren Hongli became even more unscrupulous. It only attacks but does not defend. It is like a lawn mowing machine with a radius of [-] meters. Every enemy it passes by is cut like a blade of grass. Regardless of whether it hurts vital parts, enemies touched by its sword will basically be killed. He opened a wound so deep that the bones could be seen, so there were many enemies wailing where he passed.

The heavenly soldiers only need to go over and shoot again.

The Ming soldiers lacked fighting spirit, while the militiamen had high aspirations.

Du Wenhuan was sitting in the army on horseback. He had already seen the soldiers who were killing all directions. The battle was almost one-sided. He was a little unbelievable. Why did these bandits have such strong fighting power? What were the weapons in the hands of those soldiers? Even here you can see the flickering cold light.

Seeing that the Ming army was about to be defeated, shouts of killing came from both sides, indicating that reinforcements from Ganquan Zichang had arrived.

The armies of the north and the south.

At present, the number of soldiers on both sides is almost the same. The morale of the Ming army is slightly higher. Du Wenhuan breathed a sigh of relief. The arrival of reinforcements can make their ambitions high. However, if the enemy sees people attacking from both sides, they will probably panic for a while. , they can take the opportunity to counterattack.

Thinking of this, Du Wenhuan ordered the entire army to counterattack and advance, and cooperated with the reinforcements to defeat the opponent.

Du Wenhuan looked around, but the scene where the other party was in chaos did not appear. When reinforcements appeared and his own side advanced, the other party actually heard louder shouts of killing - of course, the higher the number of people on the other side, the more likely the militiamen were. The more excited you are, people = heads = heavenly soldiers = a lifetime of white porridge, pickled mustard, preserved eggs, lean meat and vegetable porridge ≈ ten thousand taels of gold. It is definitely not an empty lie. With the current price, the value of these heavenly soldier meals will only continue to increase.

Reinforcements were drawn into the battlefield, and a sense of decadence suddenly spread.

Du Wenhuan was stunned. His eyes widened and he saw an abnormal event that he had never seen in the decades he had led troops in war. "Why is this?" There is such a brave and high-spirited team in the world.

Where did they get the fighting spirit? The Kitchen King promised huge profits?
But where did the Stove King get so much profit?
Du Wenhuan's eyes flashed with confusion, and he seemed to remember the legend of the Stove King he heard during this time.

Under the rule of the Stove King, those who have meritorious service can become Heavenly Soldiers. Those who are Heavenly Soldiers will eat Heavenly Lu, three meals a day, white porridge, pickled mustard, tea leaves, eggs and preserved eggs, lean meat and vegetable porridge.

'I would rather be a natural soldier than an emperor. '

'Work for a short time and enjoy a lifetime of blessings. '

What he had heard in the past and the current chaos on the battlefield made the commander-in-chief's ears constantly buzzing, making him somewhat unclear about the situation on the battlefield.

I don’t even know how to command. The elites on the western front who were given high hopes by Du Wenhuan are not the enemy of the opponent. Not to mention the eastern front, the reinforcements from the north and the south did not bring the expected effect, but instead demoralized the enemy’s troops. become more expensive.

"Commander, run away, we are defeated!"

It wasn't until Aimu's voice rang in Du Wenhuan's ears that Du Wenhuan woke up from a dream. He was defeated like a mountain and the surrounding Ming army was already panicking.

The enemies on the western front have broken through to the front, and the soldiers armed with huge swords are ferociously tearing apart their defense lines.

The same is true for the enemies on the eastern front. The tall figure wearing heavy armor also waved a long knife, and the soldiers ran away wherever they passed.

The gap is too big.

These Ming troops were originally the provincial soldiers and servants cobbled together from here and there, but what they faced were the heavenly soldiers and militiamen who were already hungry for their swords.

"withdraw"

Du Wenhuan gave the order to retreat with trembling lips.

The soldiers spread the news, and the Ming army was like a flood. They had not wanted to fight for a long time, and they did not want to fight. How could ordinary bandit suppression be like this?

They pursue them for a while, and when the opponent escapes from the area under the jurisdiction of their superiors, they will be transferred back. This is considered to be the end of the fight and victory.

Now they had to fight desperately. When those people saw them, they looked like the enemy who killed their father, with red eyes and breathing heavily. Some people even waved their weapons to pull them into the water when they were stabbed by guns.

This is simply not a battlefield, this is hell.

"We surrender, surrender."

Some Ming soldiers directly knelt on the ground, discarding their helmets and armor, and surrendering was common. In the late Ming Dynasty, there were many Ming soldiers who either surrendered or mutinied. These Ming soldiers were also part of the peasant army. Backbone.

They stared at the falling knives in horror, but they stopped before their eyes.

These soldiers were stunned for a moment and said, "If you don't kill us,"

"Don't be stupid, we won't kill those who surrender."

"If you follow us with weapons now, you will be regarded as the Stove King's soldiers."

said the man.

Hearing this, the deserters looked down at the weapons on the ground. The Ming army had been defeated. They might be able to survive by following the Kitchen King.

As long as they can survive, they can't think too long term.

They picked up the weapons on the ground and followed the Kitchen King's soldiers, sweeping across like a torrent.

The Ming army fled south and north in a panic, and the rest either surrendered or were killed - they were too hesitant, ran slowly, and did not surrender, so they were naturally killed by the soldiers who were eager to win.

"The Kitchen King's army is victorious."

"The Ming army was defeated, and countless wounded and surrendered people fled. Commander-in-Chief Du Wenhuan fled with Aimu and the remaining soldiers."

Yang He, who was sitting in Yan'an, heard the news, and his heart finally took off. He stared blankly at the northeast, which was the direction of the capital. How could he face the emperor? If the emperor knew about it, how would he punish him? He, Yang He, spit out a mouthful of old blood and passed out immediately.

Everyone was shocked.

(End of this chapter)