Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 75 Defeat the enemy for twenty miles

In the mist of water vapor on the earth, thick military formations of rogue bandits began to appear. They held weapons and shields, lined up in neat formation, and advanced towards the Fifth Army's position with sonorous footsteps.

No shouting, no noise, just advancing quietly and neatly.

This is the elite, this is the soldier who can fight a hundred battles.

Lu Mou swallowed hard and said, "Okay, strong soldiers versus strong soldiers, I'll show you my turtle shell, what can you do to me?"

The generals around him felt frustrated for a while. The only one who could describe their fear of the enemy as timid and timid was the King Ding in front of him. Others, you really don’t have this mentality or this eloquence.

In the steaming water, the enemy twisted by the heat seemed a bit unreal, making it extremely difficult to aim.

But the soldiers were excited. They were hiding in deep trenches. The enemy's arrows were all blocked by their large-brimmed steel helmets, and other places were not affected by any blows.

The enemy seemed unable to see him, and just lined up in a dense formation, walking slowly, firmly, and without fear.

As they got closer, the commander ordered in a long and slow tone: "Get ready, light the match -"

Soldier Zhu Laojiu lit the match of the five-eyed machine as usual.

The match rope burned sizzlingly, and finally burned into the barrel of the gun. Boom - five blasts in unison, and the huge recoil made his shoulders shrug. Five lead pieces flew out.

No need to look at it, such a close distance, such a dense formation, such a low shooting angle, such a stable shooting, if you can miss it, then you did it on purpose.

The enemy's thick offensive formation seemed to suddenly hit the wall. There was a strange pause, and then in front of the dull enemy formation, blood spattered, and screams and wails suddenly sounded. The front row looked like an old wall. The skin peels off a layer and falls down.

Put the gun away, squat down, and reload. The soldiers behind him who had been prepared for a long time stepped forward. There was another burst of gunfire, and another layer of the enemy was peeled off.

The third row, once again peels off a layer of enemies.

Too close, too dense, the gunshots missed.

The enemies were defeated layer by layer, and the distance between one hundred and fifty steps and a hundred steps seemed like a death rope, straddling the enemy's path, making it impossible for them to cross.

Lu Mou sat in a chair on a specially built high platform in the center of the camp very stylishly. His hands looked like that, leaning on his sword, looking at the rows of defeated enemies in front of him, he couldn't help but He felt sincerely: "The main force of the rogue bandits is indeed an elite soldier who has fought countless battles. Under such a blow from me, he still marched forward without fear of death. How he faced death like this, we can't compare."

On the opposite side, the bandit in front felt miserable: "I don't want to move forward either, but with such an immoral formation being pushed by the people behind, I can't even stop even if I want to. I don't want to die either."

This thick formation was invented by the rogue bandits during their years of fighting.

I think back then, when everyone was revolting, they were all a group of refugees. Faced with a battle, they dispersed in the blink of an eye.

In order to limit the retreat of the mob, the leaders invariably invented such a formation. Arrange the newcomers in the middle, people next to each other, and people are crowded together. Relying on this dense formation, people can feel the sense of security brought by their companions.

Around this large formation, veterans and the leader's confidants were arranged to wrap up this large formation. As long as they don't escape, as long as they move forward, the people inside will have nowhere to escape if they want to. They can only be coerced, passively advancing, and facing the enemy.

In fact, Li Yan also did this formation when the Third Army faced Li Guo's cavalry.

In that battle, when Li Guo's cavalry rushed into the Forbidden Army's formation, the Forbidden Army in the formation faced the cavalry and wanted to escape, but the brothers around you squeezed you, leaving you with nowhere to escape even if you wanted to. They can only fight to the death.

With this formation, facing a powerful enemy, as long as a ruthless general is able to put up a fight, the result will only be heavy casualties. But when he met the wise Liu Fangliang, he felt heartbroken.

This kind of battlefield was like a massacre, and his heart was bleeding.

They are all old skills that I brought over from Shanxi, Shaanxi, and Henan. To control Shandong, they still need to be used as ballast. Why doesn't he feel distressed when he just watch helplessly being shot and killed by the enemy's muskets?
  Therefore, he chose to be the first to lose in a head-to-head encounter.

Following his order, the direct descendants wrapped on three sides of the formation immediately dispersed.

As soon as they moved away, the entire formation was like popcorn in a cup. The cup shattered and the popcorn instantly scattered and collapsed.

The scene of the sudden collapse of the 50,000-strong army shocked Lu Mou into silence.

The emotional corps fights, and even the collapse is so impressive, so impressive, so shocking, and so spectacular. Watching TV or watching movies, where can there be such a shocking effect?
  "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, give the order to attack, give the order to attack."

Zhu Changxun stamped his feet anxiously, taking advantage of the enemy's sudden collapse to pursue him and achieve the greatest results. Is the prince stupid?

Lu Mou woke up from the shock and immediately concealed his foolish look: "Here, you are the chief officer. Why didn't you order the pursuit? I will punish you for missing the opportunity."

Zhu Changxun suddenly realized, yes, I am the commander of the army. I was wrong.

He immediately drew out his sword and shouted: "Beat the drum, the whole army will attack."

Following his order, the sword-and-shield soldiers who had been preparing to attack jumped out of the trenches and charged towards the retreating enemy with howls. The musketeers also picked up the five-eyed machine and jumped out of the trench, howling and rushing out.

The more than 20,000 Ming troops with high morale showed their special skills in long-distance running in training: they won, caught up with the enemy, annihilated the enemy, and rushed towards the defeated Liu Fangliang's army overwhelmingly.

When Liu Fangliang saw something bad, he felt sorry for the main force and gave the order to retreat, which brought a disastrous defeat to his army. Under the enemy's pursuit, his own soldiers no longer had time to turn around, could no longer stand, and could only be defeated all the way.

The instinct to escape allows the bandits to unleash their body's ultimate potential, which is to run away with all their strength. All bandits have a belief that escaping their companions is victory.

A month of long-distance running training, coupled with the reward of military merit, made the yellow belts push their physical limits to the limit. They pursued wildly, catching up with and killing the bandits who fell behind one by one.

In this way, both sides chased and escaped, and unknowingly, they defeated Liu Fangliang's proud main force for twenty miles.

Along the way, rogue bandits trampled on each other and killed countless people. They were squeezed into rivers along the way and countless people drowned. Countless people were killed and injured while being chased.

Veteran general Zhu Changxun saw that the soldiers were almost reaching their physical limit, and immediately ordered the gong to be sounded to withdraw the troops.

The gong sounded loudly, and the well-trained Ming army immediately stopped.

Zhu Changxun ordered: "Musketeers, be alert for enemy counterattacks, and the group will retreat slowly. Sword and Shield Soldiers, harvest heads along the way, search for finances, and withdraw without taking prisoners."

A wounded soldier fell to the ground, struggling and begging: "Don't kill me, I surrender."

The yellow belt man smiled ferociously: "If I cheat you, I will lose a silver dollar."

(End of this chapter)