Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 184 Toughness
Apart from the low walls and ditches on the ground, and the messy corpses, the shadow of the peasant army could hardly be seen. This battle was too evil. The intense rain of bullets for more than an hour almost made the officers and soldiers feel that they were fighting with another army. Only the elite frontier troops fought, fortunately, after a few shots, the peasant army finally recovered the appearance that the peasant army should have, and most of them collapsed!
Now, as long as the knife wheel is raised high, it will be enough to harvest the heads. I almost forgot about the huge casualties just now. More than 20 hundred households and 2000 Ming troops held their shields and raised their knives, and their throats were as rude as beasts. Shouting, running forward excitedly.

However, the sound of the urging fried beans came again, and in the trench on the ground, the muzzles of black and dark guns were exposed dangerously, followed by a series of deadly flames, crackling, crackling, and a large area The sharp sound of lead bullets rubbing in the air had just entered my ears, and another piece of shield fell down in front, and some shields were thinner and even pierced through.

This time even Song Qingshu didn't even order a three-stage shot, but a round of salvo. More than 3000 lead bullets caused the officers and soldiers to fall down again, more than 100 people, many of them even had one or two left, and some After being hit by a few bullets, they cried and wanted to flee backwards, again causing chaos to the charge team.

But this time, Du Wenhuan was already a bully eating the weights. He became determined and snorted. His captain immediately led more than a hundred soldiers to the back of the formation. After five or six rounds, a group of gangsters also knew that their chief soldier was playing for real, and took advantage of the gap between the muskets to charge forward again.

It can be reloaded once in about 20 seconds, charging 300 meters, the officers and soldiers suffered two rounds of volleys, and then watched more than 700 officers and soldiers completely pressed to the edge of the trench this time, jumping to the opposite side like fleas, Du Wenhuan's heart It was really put in the stomach.

When a musketeer is approached by others, the psychological pressure faced by even veterans of the army will be tense and make mistakes. Although muskets are much simpler than bows and arrows, they require a lot of skill and psychological quality. In order to overcome this, Qi Jiguang Marshal Qi even equipped a swordsman next to the musketeer. Anyone who dared to shoot first or retreat early would have his head chopped off!

This is true of the officers and soldiers, not to mention the mud-legged farmers who have only played with guns for a few days. Indeed, this group of mud-legged people have brought too many accidents to themselves, causing the officers and soldiers to lose thousands of people. If the swordsman comes to the front, there is only one way left to be slaughtered.

A big knife more than one meter long was stuck on the ground, and he leaned on the knife with both hands and looked ahead. Du Wenhuan had even started to plan what to do with Song Qingshu after he was caught. He should have killed his whole family first in front of him, and then killed him, that would be more resentful!

Being killed by hordes of officers and soldiers did cause waves of panic among the peasant army. Although there were still two ditches and a platform more than ten meters long to browse, the people around were already in a panic Yes, Song Qingshu even saw a guy next to him stuff the lead bullet in first, then the gunpowder, and then he remembered it after he hammered it hard, and then poured it out sadly.

Time allowed for two more salvos, but morale did not allow it. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he suddenly drew a short knife from his waist, and Song Qingshu raised his voice and shouted loudly.

"Use the bayonet! Fight with the official dog!"

On the bayonet!As soon as these words came out, it was as if a spring of fresh water had been poured into the restless army.

Last time in Yan'an Mansion, Song Qingshu took pains to urge the short knives that were shot out to be pulled out from his waist. The ring on the top of the knife grid was put on the barrel of the gun, and the base of the knife handle was tenoned by two inverted V-shaped iron clips. After checking, the firecracker instantly turned into a short spear.

I haven't done much shooting training on weekdays, because I can't afford it, but some peasant soldiers in bayonet training even dreamed of bayoneting scarecrows in the middle of the night. , Invisibly even raised the morale a bit, holding a stabbing gun, the violent peasant army jumped out of the trench on its own initiative.

After finally climbing out of the second ditch, the officers and soldiers who had just climbed up the ridge did not even have time to draw their knives. The sharp knife on the top stabbed them down. Some lucky ones blocked it with their arms, grinning and spraying blood. Turned back to the bottom of the trench, the unlucky head was pierced.

Under yesterday's bloody feud, their eyes were red from being stimulated by the blood, and some soldiers of the peasant army even jumped down the pit with their knives pointing down. Jun was stunned.

It takes two actions to move the knife up and cut it down, but you only need to stab forward with a gun to kill someone. Some officers and soldiers are brave and slashing like crazy, but they don't wait to cut back a few peasant troops. A master picked his knife to the side, and then several bayonets were pouched in his chest, blood spurted from the knife, and the man fell to his knees softly on the ground.

Although a bit dishonorable, Song Qingshu's training bayonet tactics did learn a bit from devils. Two people form a group. After entering the city, tens of thousands of Qing army defenders were quickly defeated. Sure enough, even the officers and soldiers could not bear the high-efficiency killing. They fought in two trenches and lost hundreds of corpses. It seemed to recede like a wave.

Some unstoppable peasant soldiers even ran out and chased and stabbed them along the road. Song Qingshu panicked and came back yelling loudly, but couldn't stop them. Even Liu Zongmin rushed out with his big knife.

"It's almost the time of You, Mr. Du, when will we be able to take down this gang of rogues in front of us?"

Zhang Zishou's words were already tainted, and Du Wenhuan himself felt as if he had been slapped, the hand holding the knife was trembling, his bearded face was pale with anger, his teeth were chattering, Du Wenhuan gritted his teeth and stretched out two fingers, Facing the captain of the personal army, he swung forward violently.

With an order, hundreds of official archers rushed out of the army formation, and regardless of whether they returned or accidentally injured their own people, a rain of arrows was thrown towards them. Dozens of peasant soldiers in the front were shot into gourds along with the officers and soldiers, and the peasant soldiers in the back who were red-eyed woke up and ran back quickly, grabbing their guns.

Even so, nearly 100 people were shot down by the continuous rain of arrows. Song Qingshu was so anxious that he quickly pulled out the bayonet, reloaded the lead bullets, and killed more than a dozen officer archers with a row of gunshots. Forced to go back.

"Give me an order, the next time the official dog flees again, you are not allowed to chase without my approval! Reload the gunpowder on the spot and shoot him with a firecracker!"

It was really painful to see the paper armor team that had fallen all over the ground, Song Qingshu roared and shouted, lying on the back of the parapet and looking forward.

The battle has reached such a level that it has entered a fever pitch. There have been one or two thousand corpses left on the battlefield. The bloody hand-to-hand combat just now left at least more than 500 officials and dogs. In addition to those who were shot to death by bows and arrows, I also lost more than 200. I don’t even count people with injuries, but up to now, my greatest advantage has been lost. Just after a violent fight, many people are already tired and panting, and they have become tired soldiers. There are still more than half of the new force.

Watching the formation of the officers and soldiers on the opposite side change rapidly again, knowing that this is the final decisive battle, the hands holding the firecracker handles are likely to have veins, Song Qingshu suddenly ran back quickly, looking at his subordinates in astonishment. In the middle, he snatched the big banner and stuck it on the ground, and waved it separately.

"Brothers! The official dog is about to attack, and I don't want to talk too much about it. The family members are behind, and the enemy is in front of us. If we fight hard, we will be able to make our way to the sky and find a way to survive! If we can't fight, we can only Watching these bastards continue to have fun, continue to slaughter our relatives and family members!"

"I also have daughters-in-law. For them, I would rather die here than back down! How about you!"

"To avenge Juan'er, it doesn't matter if I die here, even if I die, I will personally chop off the head of the opposite official Gouzi!"

Even on a battlefield of more than 1000 meters, Song Qingshu's words were still clearly transmitted, and even the most peripheral people could hear it clearly. The main force of more than 700 peasant troops, no matter whether Wang Zuohang was in the past or Funiu Mountain, Zhao Sheng Those under his command and taken in along the way all focused their attention on Song Qingshu. For a moment, Liu Zongmin, a foolish man, was the first to raise his knife, and his voice seemed to ignite a huge fire. popped out.

"Auntie, all the children were killed by the officials yesterday! I live to take revenge, so kill a few more officials! Get back!"

"I, my mother is still in the guard! For her, I, I am also fighting to the death here!"

"People are dead and birds are up to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years. I have put my head on my belt since I was a frontier soldier. As long as I can avenge Chief Wang, it doesn't matter if I kill seven in and seven out?"

More and more people shouted out the resentment in their hearts, and finally thousands of words came together, and only one sentence remained.

Fight!

The overwhelming shouts even alarmed the officers and soldiers on the opposite side. It seemed that there were not many people left, but this fighting spirit soared into the sky. Many officers and soldiers opened their mouths in astonishment. Du Wenhuan's heart burst out once again. Out of strong dissatisfaction, and even a little jealousy, a few whips were thrown down to knock the restless soldiers back into the queue. On this side, Du Wenhuan also yelled maniacally.

"For the sake of the court, the army will attack!"

Several trumpeters breathed out their last breath and blew their trombones, and the military drummers beat their drums vigorously as if they had a deep hatred with each other, and almost broke their arms. The national flags were all hung out, and they were at the forefront. This time, Du Wenhuan never held back, and the whole army pressed on.

The rumbling artillery fire hit the trench fiercely, and the people who hit them couldn't even stand firm. After the artillery fire, the gunmen of the army also rushed to the front in two rows, and the crackling lead bullets hit the loess parapet. The mud clods flew around, and one shot hit Song Qingshu less than half a meter away, and the flying stones even scratched his face.

"beat!"

Against the opponent's firecrackers, bows and arrows, the peasant army also rushed out fiercely without fear of death. Thousands of lead also densely hit the chests of the officers and soldiers who were carrying the flags and shouting to charge. Facing the fort flag and throwing the flag crookedly on the ground, the fierce long-range confrontation brought hundreds of casualties to both sides.

No longer impatient, Du Wenhuan personally led the army to attack. At a distance of more than 200 meters, the officers and soldiers almost ran over shouting. In front of the trench that was half full, he could almost see the scorched teeth of the officers and soldiers on the opposite side. After throwing gunpowder, Song Qingshu pulled out his bayonet again.

"Attach the bayonet! Fight!"

The crisp clicking sound became one piece, already suffocated for a long time, with a bad breath in his chest, the sturdy peasant army also rushed out from behind the bunker. They collided together, and countless blood spatters burst out.

One is to survive and pray to God for a way out, and the other is to maintain the rule of the Ming Dynasty and maintain all the old order. Neither side can afford to lose!

(End of this chapter)