Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 432
It's not as simple as a bloody battle.

The bleak sun was struggling to climb up from the east, not only did not bring the slightest warmth, but added a bit of gloom. The directional vehicles lined up in front of the Ming army were covered with a layer of crystal, and the solid ice froze the vehicles. On the ground, but in some places, the ice is red.

The Ming army itself seemed to have entered the kingdom of permafrost. The warriors lying on the carts still maintained the movements of yesterday. With the movement of the arrow near death, these corpses were all frozen together with the battle line.

From the beginning of the war to the present, no Ming army has ever fought so fiercely. Even Yuan Chonghuan's Ningyuan victory really made people stay in the position, and they had to coexist with the position when they were gone.

But this Ming army has no way out. This place is by the river. Although the Jedi in "Sun Tzu's Art of War" is easy to defend, once it retreats, it will immediately face the extremely cruel pursuit of the Jiannu cavalry. On the bare ice, There is almost nowhere to hide.

It seemed that he had really fallen into that kind of Western curse, and everyone was frozen. Lu Xiangsheng patrolled his position with a white breath, and almost no one moved as he passed, and they were all wrapped in tattered quilts and curled up in a ball , the only difference is that some are breathing white smoke again, while others have lost their breath forever.

The Xuanfu army suffered more than 30 attacks from the Jiannu infantry and cavalry in the first battle yesterday, and almost attracted all the big moves. I really lost very little blood. I died on the spot, and I was injured because of bleeding last night. I don’t know how many died of freezing, it’s really exhausting, and even the Ming army doesn’t even have the energy to eat. Lie down lazily, even the interest in cursing was froze by the severe cold.

After inspecting the barracks, next to the sergeant who was carrying his big banner that had been frozen into the ground, Lu Xiangsheng also had breakfast. The scorched rice pancakes were as hard as stones, and it took a lot of work to get them. After biting off a piece, there is no water, so I can only grab the salty snow beside me and go down.

Obviously fighting in the depths of his own country, but it is so difficult, so isolated and helpless, such a lonely battle, even Lu Xiangsheng himself feels a sense of confusion, what's wrong with this world?
At this time, his little white face was purple and blue from the cold, and his hair was as cold as a steamed bun. Yang Tinglin rushed over angrily with his crow's mouth.

"Marshal, that bastard Gao Qiqian has no intention of sending troops at all. When he was dispatched, he was holding a banquet, and the soldiers were lazily staying in the camp. Those bastards of the Huai Army went too far. Went to wash the nearby Yingxian and Tangxian counties, they are still looting the people of Daming in the face of national crisis, they are really bastards!"

"Where's the giant deer?"

"Julu County is closed to the city."

Yang Tinglin's last sentence hit Lu Xiangsheng's pain point. In the past dynasties, when soldiers came to help, they always cooperated from inside to outside. Even if Julu County could send a thousand troops, the army would go back after harassing the slaves, and it would bring huge benefits to the Xuanfu army. The help of Jiannu prevents Jiannu from attacking with all his strength, but Julu County is really scared of being beaten. They hide in the county like a turtle, and they never thought that if Lu Xiangsheng's entire army is wiped out, sooner or later they will be defeated , looted?
"Marshal, why don't we withdraw our troops!"

There is really no need to continue the fight, all strategic intentions have been declared in vain, Yang Tinglin shouted hysterically, and Lu Xiangsheng's heart was shaken for the first time, but before he could think for a long time, his nerves that had been battled for a long time suddenly froze in an instant. Shocked, Lu Xiangsheng suddenly stood up in astonishment, looked at the small dot dragging black smoke above the Jianlu army formation opposite, and roared hysterically.

"Red Barbarian Cannon!!!"

Boom~

Before the words fell, the heavy shot ball had already been smashed and pulled down, and the slant car with hundreds of kilograms of dead soldiers flew up like a plush toy, and the broken ice chips were scattered in the air. A gorgeous rainbow was raised, followed by a few shells slamming into the back of the army formation, which aroused a lot of screams of fear.

Pulling Yang Tinglin to crouch behind the car, Lu Xiangsheng's resolute and resolute face has turned livid. Yesterday, Jiannu was completely suppressed by bows and arrows. He was still lucky that Jiannu didn't carry cannons, but now the reality is ruthless. He hit hard, and the Eight Banners Army not only had cannons, but also eight of them in number. Although they were leading the frontier army and equipped with a lot of firearms, Lu Xiangsheng didn't have any weapons that could compete with the range and destructive power of the Hongyi cannons.

A round of bombardment knocked over several gaps in the already thin and chaotic vehicle formation in front of the Ming army's formation. When the sound of the artillery settled down, the entire Eight Banners army resounded with cheers. The dazzling thing is that the heavy vehicle formation Open it again, and those who bravely charged at the front were all Liao people and the Han Eight Banners composed of captives over the years, dragging the money mouse tail, holding their knives high, and killing them fanatically.

Nervously blowing the matchlock, the Ming army bird musketeer and the three-eyed musketeer also threw away the wet and heavy quilt, howled and lay on the side of the car, and the gunshots like fried beans sounded densely in front of the battle again. The front of the Han Eight Banners in the charge suddenly shook violently a few times as if they were electrocuted, and then screamed like a wild wolf and fell to the snow, lying together with those seniors from yesterday, leaving their sinful bodies here On the land of Ming Dynasty, firecrackers these days are not as fast or dense as those of later generations. Especially in this cold winter, the fingers of the firecrackers are frozen stiff, and the reloading is slower. The charge of more than 100 meters is only fired twice. One or two hundred Jiannu Han Eight Banners were killed and wounded, and these people had already rushed to the front of the car.

"put!"

What he was waiting for was this moment. Yang Tinglin, who had been lying under the car all the time, roared like a chrysanthemum bursting, and also lay on the ground, covered with a layer of hoarfrost. The army's most lethal weapon to make up for the lack of firepower, cannon shot, more than 500 lead pellets per cannon are sprayed out in a fan shape, and there is almost no grass left within ten meters. There is no chance to scream, a humanoid minced meat has appeared in the blood field, and the blood sprayed backwards is like a plum blossom.

But this is also the last roar of the Great Fire Weapon. The Eight Banners of Han who escaped the fatal blow are still terrified and frenzied to kill. Behind, the crouching Ming sabers and spearmen are also cooperating with this desperate Prelude to Hell turned over and jumped up, there were several gaps in the van formation, and the two groups of soldiers who had to fight frantically fought together with red eyes, and thick blood flowed out again.

Lu Xiangsheng took the lead again. I really don't know how his body exploded with such a powerful force while eating such rough food. He swung a fifty-jin sword, and half of the first Jiannu who stood in front of him was removed. Body, clutching the knife like a whirlwind, Lu Xiang raised his head and charged into the enemy's formation one by one.

Each confrontation is actually very short, usually only a few minutes, and they still did not rush into the car formation after paying a huge price. He didn't kill anyone, but quickly retreated into the formation as if his butt was burned.

The hot-blooded Lengtouqing had already been nailed to the snow by the rain of arrows.

In the back, the rain of arrows shot by the Jurchen sable archers covered the battlefield just now, and all the slow-footed ones died there screaming, and the battlefield returned to dead silence in a blink of an eye.

But before Lu Xiangsheng could heave a sigh of relief, Yang Tinglin yelled in a crying voice.

"Marshal, that bastard who is as fierce as a tiger has escaped!"

The Hongyi Cannon became the last straw that broke the camel's camel's back. Originally, the will to fight was not as good as that of the Tianxiong Army. After being bombarded wildly, the tiger-like soldiers and horses collapsed. Not only him, but also Yang Dezhu couldn't bear it anymore. Immediately afterwards, they collapsed. Thousands of soldiers didn't even get on the bridge, and they fled from the solid ice behind them, crying and screaming. More than 5000 horses and horses were scattered everywhere like ants.

At this time, Jiannu's Hongyi cannon roared again at the right time. This time the cannon raised its fire, and the heavy lead bullets hit the ice surface hard. The heavy load split open with a click, and the thousands of Ming soldiers running behind fell into the wide Zhang River like Dongyu.

The temperature has almost reached minus 30 degrees. In the extremely cold waters, in just a few minutes, the Ming army that hadn't jumped to the shore was already frozen like ice lumps, floating on the water, densely packed, and left behind on the east bank. The two commanders let out desperate cries.

"Marshal, Jiannu has crossed the river!"

Yang Tinglin is really like a crow's mouth. Following his hand, Lu Xiangsheng's eyes are almost open. I don't know when, a group of slave cavalry crossed more than half along the upstream ice surface covered with straw. It is obviously a copy of the Ming army. On the back road, if they arrive, they will be attacked from both sides.

"Master, let's run!"

Chief Qian of the Tianxiong Army under his command couldn't help screaming pitifully, but seeing the rout and the Jiannu circling behind him, the corners of Lu Xiangsheng's mouth twitched again.

A few minutes later, a loud explosion cut off the last retreat of the Tianxiong Army, and the Haoshui Bridge collapsed in the explosion of several barrels of gunpowder!
Among the stunned soldiers of the Ming army, Lu Xiangsheng raised his broadsword with bloodshot eyes, his face flushed by the fire.

"Soldiers, fight against Jiannu!"

The wooden bridge piers were still burning with raging flames. In astonishment, the Jiannu cavalry who circled behind reined in their horses on the other side of the bridge, but the eyes of each Ming army soldier were also covered with a layer of gray.

This time, it's really impossible to escape!

(End of this chapter)