Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 505
In recent years, the begging army has also fought in the north and south, fighting the bandits, building slaves, and fighting crooked nuts, but today's battle can be regarded as the most difficult battle the begging army has encountered after the bloody battle on the Fenchuan River. World War I.

In the past, either the strong beat the weak, or the battlefield was selected early, and the strong fortifications and camps were used to face the battle, but this battle was an encounter battle. No one expected to encounter such a "big rice dumpling" on the plain outside the mountain pass. Not to mention using terrain fortifications to guard, the begging army didn't even leave the reserve team this time, the whole army went directly.

On the two or three mile-long battlefield, about [-] beggars and about [-] trespassers were side by side.

Fortunately, there is plenty of nutrition, the physical fitness gained from years of exercise, the endurance gained from working out every day, and the year-round training in groups of three. The formation continued to advance, and the Chuangjun, who had pressed all the cavalry up, retreated step by step.

However, the battlefield is still anxious there. Even if the muskets knock down a large number of elite troops, even if the quality of individual soldiers is much better than these troops, after all, there are more than 5000 infantry and cavalry. Most of the people who survived this year were not good people. Many people even hunted and hunted people from other villages in order to survive. They survived by relying on human flesh. Even if they were pierced by bayonets, they still had to pinch the beggars' bayonets with their bloody hands, and let the latecomers avenge him. The necks of the living soldiers were beaten, their eyes were pulled out, their mouths were opened and their faces were bitten, and they were beaten bloody one by one.

Such reckless dismissal, even if it is as strong as a beggar army, it is still a little timid.

But at this time, it wasn't just rushing into the army and begging for work that were crazy, Song Qingshu was also crazy, the coach didn't move lightly, and there was only one person who could let him, the commander of Lianghuai, take the lead in the charge.

Li Yan!

After more than 5000 musket and bayonet soldiers who were similar to the beggar army were knocked down, Song Qingshu clearly saw Li Yan's astonished and unbelievable face through the binoculars. , Xing Hongniang's hatred, and this time he killed King Fu and Xiaojiao's father, the new and old debts are added together, Song Qingshu hates him so much that he can't wait to eat meat!
In the past, Liu Zongmin was the craziest and most desperate in wars. He swung a heavy Dapu knife like a windmill, and he had to be pulled by his own soldiers to pull him back. But this time, even Liu Zongmin was a little terrified when he saw it. Seeing Song Qingshu with a revolver in his left hand and a Nepalese sword in his right, he kept rushing forward like a ghost.

These years, no matter how busy Mr. Xing was, he never left behind the things under his supervision. They are not only a means to save his life in troubled times, but also a kind of nostalgia for those years. Among the crowd, Song Qingshu was seen wielding a saber with his right hand like a spinning top. It is to chop people on the head, sometimes even if the knife comes, he seems to forget to hide, and Liu Zongmin, who is behind him, keeps swinging a large knife around him to block the attack, sometimes In a hurry, four or five people killed in front of him, Song Qingshu directly raised his left hand, and the revolver jumped over several times, almost hitting his face, and immediately there were several "rotten watermelons" in front of him, and only at this time, Song Qingshu could slightly After a pause, he threw back the polished revolver, and waited for Xiao Bao, who was about to cry, to hand over the new gun with a new number and drum, and continued to charge forward like a madman.

"Li Yan, die!"

This Li Yan was still shouting something anxiously, suddenly let out a roar, which made him tremble, turned around suddenly, just in time to see Song Qingshu cut off half of the man's head with a knife, and then went straight to him like a blood devil Come.

After all, Li Yan was the general of the Chuangjun army. When he was charging with the infantry, he was actually holding a horse. Seeing a stream of blood being tricked by Song Qingshu, he yelled, and the guy hid behind the horse's butt.

Angering him, Song Qingshu chased after him without even thinking about it, but just halfway past the horse, Song Qingshu felt that his blood was cold for a moment, and a black revolver was also facing him.

bang~ bang bang~

Song Qingshu turned sideways, and immediately rolled to the left at a speed that he couldn't believe. From the corner of his eyes, he could clearly see the lead shot hit his chest chain armor and created a series of sparks, and then followed his heels and jumped to the ground , After four shots in a row, the revolver in Li Yan's hand suddenly jammed. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Qingshu finally squatted down, and threw out the Nepalese saber with his right hand, and then slammed the revolver with his left hand at Li Yan.

Puff, the knife pierced into the back of a Chuang Jun that Li Yan pulled over casually, halfway into the side, and immediately the horse was gone, and he also ran into the crowd, and the pistol followed him and shot down three people, but Still let Li Yan run away, Song Qingshu roared angrily looking at the vast battlefield.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you sooner or later!"

"Big guy!"

In the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu was quite sober. At this time, Sun Chuanting's shouts behind him brought him back to his senses. In the Wushuang attack just now, he relied on his thick armor and sharp weapon to kill him alone. On the 20th, but this battle of Wushuang exhausted a lot of physical strength. Holding Li Yan's green horse, Song Qingshu was panting violently. At this time, Liu Zongmin was relieved, and he could use a big knife to slash meat in front of him a few times. , while Sun Chuanting ran to his side anxiously and shouted.

"Master, you are too aggressive!"

Waking up suddenly, Song Qingshu looked around, followed him, and the Chinese army begged to advance about 70 meters. At this time, he had plunged into the town of Chuangjun completely like a sharp one. I don't know how many people fell down, and at this time, the superiority of Chuangjun's numbers was also revealed. In some places, several people pressed one person to fight.

Even if ten invaders were exchanged for one beggar army, they would all be at a disadvantage. Seeing this situation, he was also a little anxious, and he raised his head helplessly and shouted: "Follow me, stand back!"

The Chinese army began to retreat, and the Chuang army followed immediately. The battle lines were always tightly stuck together. Li Yan, who had suffered huge casualties today, seemed to be ruthless. Coming up, stepping and riding staggered, the pressing Qihuo army leaned against Mangshan Mountain and there were several large tombs, which tended to be tightly huddled together. In such close hand-to-hand combat, the Qihuo army's firecrackers have very little room to use, and the cannons are even more powerful. It's not going to be used at all. In such a situation, Song Qingshu who read it is even more anxious.

The balance of the battlefield is constantly swinging left and right.

"Where's Liu Tichun? Where's this bastard?"

Listening to Song Qingshu who was giving orders in the Chinese army while gnashing his teeth and roaring like a trapped animal with red eyes, Liu Zongmin was bitter in his heart and replied sadly.

"Marshal, I have already sent someone to urge you!"

"be quick!"

Every minute and every second, the begging army suffers huge casualties, and the advantages brought by individual soldiers are also continuously reduced in the cold weapon cluster battle. One batch and another batch, at this time, even if there are another thousand, no, even five hundred cavalry hitting the back of the Chuang army, it can bring a huge change to the battle situation. The cavalry couldn't get around, and Song Qingshu really couldn't spare a single soldier to leave the battlefield and go around.

Just when the war had been going on for an hour, and Song Qingshu was waiting to see through but still did not see Liu Tichun's shadow, the situation of the battle that had been anxious finally changed drastically.

"I can't beat it, run away!"

"Official dog reinforcements are here!"

All of a sudden, the northeast corner of Chuangjun collapsed, screaming desperately, and attacking Chuangjun who had no fighting spirit in front and back, like a sand tower in the waves, was torn apart by a big wave, and the whole disintegrated. Countless Chuangjun were terrified fled to the southwest.

Under Song Qingshu's horrified gaze, two large flags appeared one after another at the gap passage in Mang Mountain, one was Dai, the other was Xia, and the scarred-faced Dai county cavalry was killed!

Seeing the Chuangjun throwing away their helmets and armor and fleeing backwards, Song Qingshu shouted angrily: "Pass on the commander's order, rush forward across the board, don't let the intruders go, kill Li Yan, reward ten thousand gold, Promoted to Master! Let me kill you!"

With such a heavy reward, the exhausted main force of the begging army boiled again, roaring and rushing forward, the last bit of resistance directly turned into blood under their bayonets to moisten the thirsty ancient battlefield of Mangshan. At this time, Liu Tichun's cavalry, who had been waiting to see through, finally appeared in the southeast. The two cavalry converged and strangled the fleeing Chuangjun back and forth like scissors. They walked along the Mangshan Mountains. The place was filled with corpses.

The chase went on for more than 30 miles, and the begging army ran to the limit. Even the horses had no strength, so they let the last tens of thousands of Chuangjun go into the mountains. In this battle, at least they killed the Chuangjun With 3 people, the red-eyed begging army didn't even want any prisoners. Li Yan's main force was basically completely defeated, and even Li Zicheng himself was seriously injured, but Song Qingshu couldn't be happy.

In the musketry and brutal hand-to-hand combat, the begging army also suffered more than 4000 casualties. Near the large tombs of the Northern Wei nobles at the foot of Mangshan Mountain, medical tents were set up as steamed bun pots. These losses were originally not in Song Qingshu's plan.

Scarface, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, stood helplessly in the tent of the Chinese army, listening to Song Qingshu's snarling, and on the other side, Liu Tichun's bearded face, whose body was softened by blood, was about to cry, and entered the Chinese army in a panic. He fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

"Big guy!"

He was also unlucky because he was discovered by Li Yan's cavalry. Just as the hussars turned their heads, two thousand intruder cavalry rushed towards them. By the time they saw them in disarray, the battlefield had already collapsed under the blow of the scar-faced Marshal Xia's reinforcements. , his hussars, hardly played a role in the overall situation.

Listening to Liu Tichun bowing down, Song Qingshu really calmed down for a while, and turned around coldly without swearing.

"Killed Li Yan?"

"Back, back to Commander, that guy is so good at running, the last general took his banner!"

Speaking of this, Liu Tichun was even more depressed. Killing Li Yan was his only chance to turn the tables today, but the knife had already hit the back of his head, and he killed seven or eight of Li Yan's personal soldiers. One step later, he went into the mountain, holding the big banner of Chuangzi, Liu Tichun wished he could shrink his face into his beard.

This time Song Qingshu still didn't swear, he walked up to him in two steps, looked at Hu Lian's bloody banner, suddenly kicked out, and kicked Liu Tichun like a bastard ...

(End of this chapter)