I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 71 The old man has an idea...

Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
After several rounds of volleys, the iron gate was closed on the wet and cold soil, leaving behind the corpses of more than 150 Jiannu cavalrymen and more than a hundred war horses who were at a loss, snorting and looking confused.

Some Jiannu cavalry who were seriously injured and not yet dead wailed loudly, stretched out their hands to cover their chest and abdomen wounds, struggled hard, and died slowly.

No one dared to go forward to save people.

Those Ming soldiers with the iron gates closed had accurate marksmanship, and whoever dared to show their heads would shoot with one shot, and there would be an extra corpse on the muddy ground.

Jian slave cavalry was beaten dumbfounded.

He charged with all his strength, and without even firing an arrow, he was knocked dizzy by the muskets of the Ming army, and he didn't rush within two hundred steps at all!

On a hillside not far away, two Niu Luerzhen sat on horseback, their faces ashen.

"We've been beaten!"

A Niu Lu Ezhen roared angrily in a low voice: "Although I can't tell how many Ming troops are behind the city wall, judging from the density of firecrackers, there should be no less than 200!"

"Moreover, the Han people have updated their firecrackers, with an effective range of at least [-] paces!"

"Damn, these Han people are too shameless!"

How is this played?
There is only one narrow mountain road in front of the iron gate, and at most four or five horses charge side by side. If the fight continues, it can only be fueled, making Erlang, the most elite cavalryman of Jiannu, a living target of the Ming army...

"How about retreating two or three miles first and occupying a favorable terrain to set up camp?"

The other Niu Luzhen's face was gloomy, with one hand pressed on the handle of the scimitar at his waist, his knuckles were pinched and turned pale.

The task assigned by Lord Baylor is to divert the attack, as long as the Ming army at the iron gate is locked up and they are not ordered to rush to the Xifeng Pass, the task will be considered complete.

"That's all."

"Set up camp and send out several teams to explore the way!"

"Prepare to install artillery and blast those Han people to death!"

So, with an order, the Jiannu cavalry began to stop attacking, retreated in an orderly manner, and set up camp in front of a small forest near Pao Ridge.

As the Shenjian Battalion under the bid of Erbeile Amin, in the long-term battle with the Ming army, the Mongolian army, and the Korean army, it was invincible, and often a single charge could defeat the enemy several times.

Unexpectedly, limited to the cramped terrain, it is a great shame to be beaten so hard by only two or three hundred Ming troops!
"Pass down the order to wipe out all the nearby Han villages!"

One of them, Niu Luerzhen, roared through gritted teeth, and viciously drew out the scimitar around his waist, cut down a sickly horse beside him, and ordered his soldiers: "Burn the pot and make food on the spot, and continue to attack when you are full!"

……

As the iron gate closed, a group of student soldiers blushed with excitement, almost jumping up and cheering a few times.

After a few rounds of volleys, more than 100 Jiannu elite cavalry were knocked down. This result made everyone excited and inexplicably eager to let the opponent charge again.

Only the eighteen old soldiers remained the same, nestling lazily behind the wall, closing their eyes and meditating.

What happens next should be troublesome.

Because these student soldiers had no actual combat experience, when they saw the cavalry rushing over, they fired a few rounds of salvo regardless. The waste of ammunition was second to none. The key was to expose the firepower configuration!

Quite a few Jiannu cavalry soldiers were hit by seven or eight bullets, and they were directly smashed into sieves.

If this kind of prodigal stuff is placed under the hands of veterans who have experienced many battles, they will definitely lose a layer of skin...

"Everyone take a break and eat a few mouthfuls of dry food. I think there will be a fierce battle to be fought later." The student sentry officer said excitedly, unaware that his command was actually a mess.

"Master Sentinel, let everyone check the ammunition first."

Finally, an old soldier couldn't help but said, "It's better to let the soldiers shoot in groups in such a tight terrain, as long as they don't get rushed within two hundred steps by the Jiannu archers."

The student sentinel was taken aback for a moment when he heard the words, and then realized immediately that he couldn't help being secretly startled.

Each person has only four clips and twenty rounds of ammunition.

One or two of them were wasted in practice shooting.

Just a few rounds of salvo...

The student sentinel silently looked at his magazine belt, his face changed slightly.

He is the commander, and he fired several fewer shots than the others, and there is only one clip left?

No, why does this bullet consume so quickly?It feels like I haven't fired a few shots, why is it gone?

"Send an order to check the respective ammunition stocks!"

The sentinel was in a hurry.

If Jiannu cavalry were allowed to pass the level because they had no ammunition, it would probably end badly for everyone.

Jiannu has always been relentless towards the Han people. They often slaughtered the city after breaking the city. All men, old and weak would be beheaded. Young women and children would be snatched away and become the "private property" of those beasts... …

"Master Sentinel, I... am out of bullets."

"My lord, I still have six bullets."

"My lord, I still have one bullet."

The sentinel became more frightened the more he heard it, he sat down on the city wall, his face was pale, and he kept muttering: "What should I do, what should I do..."

"Master sentinel, the old man has an idea." An old soldier whispered: "My lord might as well gather all the remaining ammunition and distribute it to those soldiers with good marksmanship;

Didn't you also distribute grenades?If it doesn't work, you can take the risk of letting those Jiannu dogs run closer and throw them out to blow up his assholes! "

When the student sentry heard the words, his eyes lit up, he stood up suddenly, and ordered: "Gather all the bullets and distribute them again!"

So, all in all, the remaining bullets in everyone's hands were collected and piled up into a small pile.

"Uncles, we were so rude before, and I hope that you will forgive me." The sentinel said with an apologetic face, "You guys are responsible for distributing these ammunition.

By the way, let whoever you fancy be on your team! "

After all, he was born in the Great Ming Academy of Martial Arts, and the education he received is not too bad. Even if he is a small boss and has a lot of bureaucratic air on him, he is still a passionate young man after all, who can afford it and let it go.

After all, a small omission on the battlefield may cause everyone to die without a place to bury them.

The eighteen veteran soldiers were not polite, they took dozens of bullets for each of them first, and then started to pick people.

Soon, 100 student soldiers were selected to become musketeers, and the remaining more than [-] people were arranged into five bombing teams, responsible for throwing grenades outside.

After being busy for a while, there were seven or eight balls of white smoke rising from the hillside in the distance, but it was the Jiannu cavalry who were carelessly burying the pot and making food there, not paying attention to the Daming defenders.

After several waves of charges, although the new muskets of the Ming army were caught off guard, the losses were heavy.

But in the consciousness of these slave-building cavalry, the Ming army is a coward, unless there are several times the number of people who dare to go out of the city to fight.

Otherwise, they will definitely hide behind the strong city wall and snipe coldly, and they will not dare to take the initiative to attack.

(End of this chapter)