My Red Mansion Career

Chapter 251 Let’s armistice

In the large Mongolian formation that had just assembled, a captain of ten thousand men asked Qing Gertai solemnly: "Master Zuo Prime Minister, the Han people are approaching us, what should we do?"

With a "pop" sound, a riding crop was whipped on the leg of the ten thousand captain. The whip mixed with copper wire and horsetail was not an ordinary vicious blow. Pieces of cloth flew across the unarmored thigh in an instant, and there was a bright red streak. Blood marks appeared on his thighs.

I saw Qinggeltai yelling angrily: "What else can we do? The Han people have come to kill us, what else can we do except fight them?
You are all descendants of the great Genghis Khan, are you still afraid of those despicable Han people? Everyone picked up weapons and fought with those Han people! "

"Yes... fight with those Han people!"

The captain of ten thousand men was also a ruthless man. He endured the pain in his thigh and was about to lead his troops to charge.

"You wait."

Qinggeltai called out to this guy who didn't have a bright mind, resisted the urge to whip him again, and said face to face: "You have to remember that the Han people's artillery is very fierce. You must not face it head on stupidly." Go up, but spread out and outflank them, do you understand?"

"Understood!" The Ten Thousand Captain laughed ferociously, "This is the specialty of us Mongolians.

Prime Minister Zuo, don't worry, I will definitely let those arrogant Han people taste something powerful! "

Under the pressure of Zhao Qiubai, the guerrilla surnamed Xu finally accepted Jia Huan and placed him in the front row. This is also the most dangerous position. Anyone who is not good enough can be killed directly with a flying arrow and crossbow. Killed.

When the Mongolian cavalry roared strangely and galloped towards the phalanx from the flank, trying to harass it with bows and arrows, bursts of white smoke appeared in the phalanx on the opposite side, and then streams of smoke were sprayed out. In the light of the fire, those cavalrymen who had just raised their bows and had no time to shoot were hit by lead bullets and fell to the ground, and then were trampled to death by the horses that followed.

"Hold on... hold on to me. No one is allowed to fire first without my order... otherwise I will chop him!"

At this time, the musket phalanx had five hundred musketeers in each phalanx, and each musketeer was equipped with an imitation brown Bess flintlock.

"Captain Zhao, I don't want useless snacks here. Didn't you harm our old Xu by bringing this unweaned baby here?
No, no, take this doll back quickly, or take it to another square. "

Having said that, the captain of ten thousand men quickly summoned his ten thousand captains, and after giving a simple order, a team of ten thousand men quickly broke away from the formation and rushed towards the Han army that was approaching them.

These cavalry used bows and arrows to continuously shoot and harass the enemy. This was the tactic "Manguya" used by Genghis Khan to conquer half of the world a hundred years ago. It also has another name, Parthian Archery.

Hundreds of meters in front of him, groups of Mongolian cavalry were rapidly approaching his phalanx. Heavy horse hooves kept beating the ground. There were so many war horses that the whole ground shook.

Looking at the large swaths of cavalry rushing towards him, even a veteran who has been in battle for a long time will feel a drum in his heart, let alone Jia Huan, who is new to the battle.

At this time, Jia Huan was standing in the first row of the square formation with a brown Bess flintlock gun in his hand.

Just as Qingertai ordered, these Mongolian cavalry did not charge directly as usual, but spread out and outflanked them on both wings.

The voice of the guerrilla general came to his ears. He was also the supreme commander of the phalanx.

Jia Huan still clearly remembered that when he was sent to the phalanx by Zhao Qiubai just now, the guerrilla general who was already over 40 years old had a look of disgust on his face, and he even refused directly.

As the front of the army, the first post was also located at the front. Jia Huan, who had just arrived at the first post, was assigned to the first square formation.

Although Jia Huan had sworn to Jia Yu just now, when he actually arrived at the battlefield and faced the huge oncoming cavalry, and felt the ground shaking under his feet, he only felt that both of his legs were shaking. Shivering, his vision became a little blurry.

However, Zhao Qiubai was not a vegetarian. He scolded directly: "Old Xu, don't be so shameless. Sir Jia sent this to me. You are planning to force me to find Sir Jia and let him personally Come here and give me an order?"

The war is about to begin, but a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old child soldier is thrown in. This is a headache for any commander, and what an officer fears most is trouble.

But this time they encountered an opponent, a dimensionality reduction attack from hot weapons.

At this time, Jia Huan, who was holding the Brown Bess flintlock gun tightly in both hands, stared nervously in front of him.

The core of this tactic is to lure the enemy to retreat while using bows and arrows to kill the enemy. When the enemy retreats, the Mongols will chase and kill them and continue to shoot with bows and arrows. This tactic is cruel to the enemy's spirit and body. , no matter how elite the enemy army is, facing the endless rain of arrows from the Mongols, they can only wait for collapse. The Mongolian cavalry was able to reach the Danube River all because of this method of warfare.

After the establishment of Huben Camp, it has matured through continuous reforms.

Although this guerrilla surnamed Xu is quite old, his voice is extremely loud, especially when he glares at people and lectures, it is even more frightening. Even without a tin trumpet, his voice can be heard far away.

But strangely enough, after listening to Xu Youyi's scolding voice, Jia Huan's original nervousness actually eased a lot, and his breathing became much calmer.

"Rumble...Rumble..."

The cavalry in front of him was getting closer and closer, and the rumbling sound of horse hooves was like stepping into his heart. Jia Huan felt that the sweat in his palms kept seeping out, making the hand holding the musket a little sticky.

He wanted to wipe it with his clothes, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hold the rifle, which weighed ten kilograms, with one hand.

You must know that the rifle is loaded now. If it falls to the ground and misfires, Jia Huan believes that the command knife in the hand of the team officer next to him will definitely slash his neck without hesitation.

If he was really ordered to enforce battlefield discipline for violating military discipline, he would become a shame and a laughing stock for the Jia family even if he died.

The rumble of horses' hooves became louder and louder, and the vibrations on the ground became louder and louder. Seeing that the Mongolian cavalry on the opposite side had rushed to the barbed wire in front of the phalanx.

At this moment, a sharp swan whistle suddenly sounded in Jia Huan's ears.

"Beep..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

As the swan whistle sounded, the musketeers in the first row, including Jia Huan, almost reflexively pulled the triggers at the same time.

Along with the white gunpowder smoke filling the sky, a row of lead bullets rushed out of the gun chamber at a speed of more than 300 meters per second, driven by the kinetic energy of gunpowder.

"Snapped……"

"Clap clap..."

A hundred meters away, more than a dozen Mongolian cavalry who were rushing to the front with their bows and arrows bent before they had time to shoot the bows and arrows in their hands let out screams and fell from their horses like heavy sacks.

The cavalrymen who fell to the ground after being hit by lead bullets were trampled to death by the horses behind them.

Gun smoke filled the air, and the sky was filled with the neighing horses and the excited shouts of the soldiers. Corpses were scattered on the grassland, stained with blood, full of tragedy and cruelty.

After firing, Jia Huan quickly squatted down like all the musketeers in the first row.

Sure enough, not long after he started squatting, the second swan whistle sounded again. This is a harsh battlefield. If he had squatted down for a few seconds or hesitated just a moment ago, the bullets fired from the second row would have turned him into a hornet's nest in an instant.

The neat and orderly musket phalanx continued to fire volleys, and countless lead bullets were rushing towards the Mongolian cavalry amidst the sharp and harsh sounds...

High in the sky, a drone was faithfully transmitting the battle scenes on the battlefield to the remote control screen on the ground.

In the picture, groups of Mongolian cavalry flew past the phalanx of musketeers like a gust of wind, trying to take advantage of the range of bows and arrows to shoot at the musketeers in the formation.

The musketeers showed no courtesy to these provocative Mongolian cavalry. In the light of the formation, lead bullets were fired at them mercilessly.

From time to time, cavalrymen were knocked off their horses, and then trampled to death by the horses behind them. The screams were endless and even kept echoing in the air.

Of course, the Mongolian cavalry was not completely powerless to fight back.

They moved quickly a hundred meters away, using projectiles to attack the musketeers in the square formation. Arrows flew towards the square formation from time to time.

The scene was extremely cruel, with screams coming one after another after being hit by arrows.

A musketeer next to Jia Huan was shot in the cheek and fell to the ground unable to get up again. The screams echoed in his ears.

"Hurry up...load up...load up quickly..." A long and angry voice sounded from the side.

At this time, Jia Huan's ears were filled with the sound of gunshots, screams and cannons. His hands and feet felt a little stiff and numb. He even wondered if he had been hit by an arrow.

It's just that it's too late to think about that much now. Just like Shi Chang said, as long as he's not dead, he has to continue loading and shooting to kill those idiots!

In fact, the so-called war is gambling. Even the greatest general cannot guarantee that he will win 100% before the war begins.

They can only keep betting more and praying that they are the winner.

As long as you win, not only will all the costs paid before be recovered, but you will also make a fortune.

The same is true for Jia Yu and Qing Geertai now.

Qinggeltai's reliance was to rely on local operations to fight against Jia Yu's musket phalanx by using superior troops and the Parthian archery method passed down from generation to generation by the Mongols.

As long as the opponent is defeated or even flees, what awaits their infantry will be the end of the entire army being annihilated.

On the other hand, the same is true for Jia Yu. He relies on the muskets and strict and meticulous square formations in the hands of the soldiers that are ahead of the times.

He also firmly believed that with the help of muskets and rigorously trained soldiers that were hundreds of years ahead of the rest of the world, this nation would be able to transform from being good at fighting to being good at singing and dancing.

Facts have proved that the role of technology is very huge.

Under the continuous volley of muskets, the Mongols launched only five rounds of charges, and the cavalry team of ten thousand people was crippled.

Under the fierce bombardment of the phalanx and the artillery battalion, this cavalry team of ten thousand people lost more than half in just over two quarters of an hour.

When the disheveled captain dragged his exhausted body to Qingertai, the face of the Zuo Prime Minister of the Chahar tribe, who had vowed to defeat Jia Yu just now, had turned the color of pig liver. Immediately, his riding crop struck the captain head and head.

"Are you a pig... No pig is smarter than you... Tell me, how did you lose thousands of warriors in less than half an hour?"

Qinggeltai's heart seemed to be bleeding. Those who died were all the most elite soldiers under his command.

The reason why he was able to securely sit on the position of Prime Minister Zuo, apart from Tuo Tuo Bu Hua's trust and his ability, the most important thing was that he got the support of his tribe.

I forgot to mention that the Chahar tribe is also divided into several tribes, and Qinggetai is the leader of one of the larger tribes.

Now that thousands of warriors had died in the first battle, he didn't know how to deal with the herdsmen in the tribe.

More importantly, on the high platform in the distance, Namuzhong, other tribes and the right prime minister Bamut were looking at him.

I don’t know how many people are waiting to see his jokes.

He believed that once his family suffered too many losses, Namuzhong would definitely unite with the Prime Minister You and other tribes without hesitation, and swoop over like a vulture to carve up his tribe.

Thinking of this, Qinggeltai couldn't help but shudder.

He raised his eyes and found that the two captains of ten thousand and other generals around him were looking at the Daxia soldiers and horses with a hint of fear.

"Hu Benying...Jia Yu...damn Namu Zhong..."

Qinggeltai kept cursing in his heart. Although the anger in his heart had reached the extreme, he found that he no longer dared to send troops to fight with the Daxia army.

Because once the capital is exhausted, his tribe will be wiped out by other tribes, and he himself will die without a burial place.

"Prime Minister Zuo, are we still going to fight the Daxia army?" A captain next to him asked timidly, fearing that Qinggeertai would give him another whip.

"That's it...that's all...no more fighting..."

Although Qinggeltai was fanatical, he was not a fool. After knowing that there was no chance of winning if he continued to fight, he decisively chose to stop his losses in time.

"Order all the warriors to withdraw, and then send people to shout to the Daxia army to tell them that we surrender!"

After saying this, Qinggeltai seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He knew that he had failed this time, and that he had failed miserably.

Not only did he fail to become the Great Khan, he might even lose his position as Prime Minister Zuo.

The position of Na Muzhong, the woman, will be as stable as Mount Tai.

He hates it so much...

I hate why Changshengtian didn't help me, I hate why those Han people couldn't come two days late, no...even one day is good, as long as I become a sweat, things will go completely different.

(End of this chapter)