Win the Ding 1617

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Within a few ups and downs, the war elephant had rushed into the team that had just begun to evacuate. Suddenly, there were bursts of muffled noises from the collision, the sound of human bones being crushed, and the wailing of people when they were dying. The sound is endless.most

Dozens of war elephants were covered in blood and flesh, and the edge of the battle armor was still dripping with blood. On the huge tusks, a few soldiers who were still crying for help and screaming for help penetrated the Siamese army. Formation, fled to the back of the big camp Surin Fucheng.

"!! Rearrange!"

Wo Luoweng didn't care to check the number of casualties. In just a few minutes, he watched the artillery fire on the opposite side unhurriedly, and one by one the artillery flew towards his own artillery position.

Those cannons that were used to rampage Siam, deter the barbarians, and bring benefits and glory to Siam, were like toys in the artillery fire of the South China Army. They were hit by those rampaging cannons and flew into the air.

Facing the dense cannons, the bronze cannons are still like this, and the flesh and blood of the gunners are even more fragile.There are small pieces of graupel mixed in the solid heart, and the graupel is as big as a peanut. It seems that there is no difficulty in dealing with unarmored gunners. In a blink of an eye, hundreds of gunners found that there were a few more holes in their bodies, and then fell to the ground. Sorry.

"My cannon!" Wo Luoweng felt as if a knife was cooking oil. These cannons and gunners were cast with a lot of money and trained by Western instructors.Sweeping barbarian villages and suppressing rebel tribes are all powerful weapons.Now, under the counterattack of the Nanzhong Army's artillery fire, a round of artillery fire was completely lost.

This battle is not easy to fight!

Yamada Nagamasa didn't care about the life and death of the artillery team, he just stared at the infantry on the opposite side.

As the leader of a ronin group, Yamada has heard many legends about the army of the country across the sea from his predecessors since he was a child.Some say that the army's military discipline is as immovable as a mountain, but its attack is like a thunderbolt and lightning, moving in the nine heavens; its battle is desperately moving forward, although the ground is full of gold and silver, its eyes do not blink for a moment.Some people also say that the army on the opposite side is vulnerable, and only when there are many people in the battle can they fight.If fighting alone, a warrior can completely defeat dozens of Ming soldiers.

However, the Ming team in front of them, who didn't seem to be so pure, had such momentum.

Everyone's pace was in line with that of the entire team, like a moving city wall, pressing down slowly and neatly.The iron gunners in the front pressed their left hands on the belt around their waists to prevent the medicine box above from moving around.The right hand is swinging neatly with the steps, and the arms of thousands of people are swinging together, which is really neat and beautiful.

It was as if the steps of these people were drawn by invisible strings. Their steps were neat and their arms were swinging in unison. Even the iron cannons were all slanted behind their backs, and the muzzle of the guns was faintly visible on the left shoulder.

"Is it magic? Is it black art?" Tsuda, who had no experience in battle, exclaimed in a low voice.What he said also made some sense, that is, the Qi family army, which the Japanese are most familiar with, claims to have the most rigorous troops, and they have to adjust their pace after walking a dozen or twenty steps. Slowly pressed over, like a flood of fire.

Gradually, the flood team marched to the edge of the artillery position.

The troops of the South Central Army crossed over their own artillery positions, and wrapped the artillery brothers tightly in the middle of the formation.A brass horn sounded loud and clear, and everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Ready to use the gun!" In the team, the voices of the battalion officer, the sentry officer, the captain, and the armor commander passed on the command of the commander one after another.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

The sound continued, the pikemen took off the spears leaning on their right shoulders, and the musketeers turned the muskets slung behind their backs in front of their bodies, and stood their weapons in front of their eyes.

"Musketeer! Take off the butt cap! Reload the ammo!"

The musketeers began to fill the gunpowder into the gun, tamp it with a cleaning rod, then put the pellets in, and tamped it lightly to make sure that the pellets had been tightly combined with the gunpowder.

"My lord, what should we do?" An officer who had just crushed the soldiers who were about to collapse, approached Woluo Onma for advice. "If you don't make up your mind, the soldiers will collapse!"

Looking at the South Central Army who was arranging their weapons, Wo Luoweng gritted his teeth, "Let these damned servants charge up! Get mixed up with this group of Ming dogs in front of you! I don't believe it, the Ming people's artillery fire is sharp and violent, and they fight with swords. Flesh and blood fight, we are stronger!"

Soon, under the scolding and whipping of the officers, the team of the Siamese Army began to move forward slowly, towards the formation of the Nanzhong Army on the opposite side. Gradually, the pace began to increase, changing from normal pace to Changed from walking, from walking to trotting, from running to running. "! Rush! Rush, and their cannon and muskets will be useless."

Reining in his horse, Wang Bao, who stood five or six steps behind the three rows of musketeers, looked coldly at the crowd rushing across. "Idiot!" He burst out two words from his teeth to the opponent on the opposite side.

"Get ready to shoot!"

Hearing the order, the musketeers in the first row immediately took a shortcut and stepped back with their right foot, squatting and raising their muskets.A corporal warned the musketeers beside him in a low voice, "It's okay, just fight as you did in training."

The two rows of musketeers behind them also raised their guns to aim, waiting for orders.

Seeing the Siamese soldiers with knives and guns running closer and closer, the formation began to appear chaotic. faintly visible.

"The enemy is seventy steps away from me!"

"It's the best range for the musket, fire!"

Wang Bao ordered lightly.

The officer in charge of the first round of musketeers excitedly swung the long knife in his hand downwards, "Fire!"

"Bang bang bang!" A series of gunshots exploded in people's ears.

After the first row of musketeers finished shooting, they stood on the spot, cleaned the barrel, and reloaded gunpowder and pellets.

In the command of the platoon commander, the second row of Musketeers stepped forward, aiming at the Siamese soldiers dozens of steps away amidst the screams of the Siamese soldiers, and pulled the trigger again.

The two shots made the Siamese army's charging momentum slightly stagnant, but it was only a stagnation. After a while, under the shouts and whips of the officers, the soldiers waved the Burmese swords and spears again. Pounce forward.

"Pass down the order, one wave stops, one wave rushes up, and one wave prepares, we must let these wise people know how powerful our Great Siamese army is!" Woluo Weng, who was sitting on the elephant's back, observed the front with a binoculars After the battle, he gave some cold orders.

"Wang Bao's elite troops are all in the central army. Let the attacking troops find a way to lure his central army to attack, and then attack on the left and right wings to defeat his miscellaneous soldiers. Let the defeated troops attack his main formation!"

While speaking, the musketeers in the third row had already finished shooting. Because of Xu Jin's shooting tactics, the whole of Wang Bao's central army had already protruded by about ten steps compared with the left and right wings, forming a large formation. a protrusion.

A piece of white smoke formed after the firing of gunpowder diffused above the musketeers, obstructing the world's sight.

The musketeers in the front row didn't bother to check the results of the battle, and hurriedly stood in place to clear the chambers and charge their muskets.

"That's right, after three rows of guns passed, at least 400 Siamese soldiers were killed or wounded." Looking at the frontline's record, Wang Bao expressed his satisfaction.

"My lord, according to the elaboration, Siamese soldiers are good at hand-to-hand combat and the use of firearms. In my opinion, on the ground in Nanzhong, those who dare to say that they are good at this in front of our army just don't know how to write the word "death!" Wang Bao Huang Yishan, the captain of the National Guards, was also joking around.

"You, it's not good, you're flattering." Another team officer, Yan Long, a young man from the Dai nationality, hit Huang Yishan with his not-so-fluent Chinese.

"Hey! The Siamese's war elephant is their trump card. Such a powerful weapon cannot last a round in front of us. What is the mere Siamese army?"

"Small Turtle," Yan Long obviously couldn't understand Huang Yishan, he called Huang Yishan by his nickname, "the Siamese army on the opposite side, there are fifty thousand people, and three to four thousand horses. It takes some effort to catch them, not to mention, they are human?!"

Several people were bickering, and the Siamese army in the distance charged up again with strange screams. This time, the scale was much larger than the previous three times.

Among the running crowd, there were dozens of flags, large and small. Under the flags, officers in battle armor were waving swords on their horses, shouting something loudly, presumably it was to encourage morale with rewards. if.It can be seen that this time, the Siamese army paid for it.

"Order the spearmen and sword-shield soldiers on the left and right sides of our army to step forward. The spearmen are in front and the sword-shield soldiers are behind to protect the musketeers." Putting down the clairvoyance in his hand, Wang Bao ordered the commander.

Three blasts of bronze trumpets sounded, and two flags waved.

The spearmen, swordsmen and shield soldiers who lined up on the two wings of the musketeers and waited for orders for a long time, ran forward quickly and neatly, with a distance of more than a hundred steps, and arrived within a dozen breaths.People quickly lined up in front of the entire army formation, thus wrapping the general formation from three sides.

"preparation!"

"kill!"

With a shout in order, the spearmen standing at the front took off their spears from their shoulders, and lifted them obliquely forward. In an instant, the three sides of the entire army formation looked like a huge porcupine, with sharp burrs spreading out.Behind them, the spearmen of the second and third rounds held their spears in their hands, ready to stab at any time.

The sword and shield soldiers behind the spearmen looked calm and calm. Under the command of the team officer, all of them put their shields on the ground, rested on the shield with a knife in their right hand, and waited for the attack. Order.

In a blink of an eye, the Siamese army had rushed to the front of the South Central Army. The scarlet lips and ferocious faces of the Siamese soldiers could already be seen clearly. The spearmen standing in the first row seemed to be able to smell A burst of fishy smell and the smell of betel nut.

"Kill!" The spearmen in the front raised their spears to kill. Suddenly, the power of the Sangmen Spear was verified again.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The simple armor on the Siamese soldiers was not enough to withstand the charge of the three-edged spear point, and the blood was flying, and the screams continued.The tip of the Sangmen gun pierced into the body and passed through the muscle tissue, causing a large amount of blood to spurt out. Nearly half of the more than [-] Siamese soldiers in the forefront fell down in a blink of an eye.

Then, the spears, Burmese knives and other weapons in the hands of the Siamese soldiers also caused a lot of casualties to the South Central Army. The spearman stabs to achieve the purpose of exchanging life for life, and you will die if I die.

A few Siamese soldiers with good skills brandished sharp Burmese knives in their hands, fighting and parrying among the stabs of several funeral guns. A small officer with a short hair bun in the lead, with his slender sword in his hand, The Burmese knife knocked open a Sangmen spear that was stabbed in the front of the chest, the waist was very flexible, and swiped the knife in the direction of the Sangmen spear to rub his body!

The spearman saw a grinning face zooming in quickly in front of him, and then, a gust of cold wind rushed in, "It's over!" He closed his eyes subconsciously, "Dead! Anyway, I will kill you too!" There are a lot of people, and the fields are enough to eat!"

The leader of the Siamese army, with one blow, quickly searched for the next target, swung his knife and went straight to the spearman on the side, hoping to open a hole for the people behind him, and with the long knife in his hand, within the dead angle of the Sangmen gun, Launched a hearty massacre.

"Kill!" There was a low growl from behind, and a funeral gun stabbed fiercely with the sound of the wind. The leader of the Siamese soldier licked his lips with a scarlet tongue, and repeated the old trick again, exhausting his whole body With all his strength, he swung the Burmese knife in his hand and slashed towards the tip of the spear violently. With the movement of the knife, his whole body also rotated with the blade.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Yamada Nagamasa, the volunteer leader of the Japanese who watched from a distance, couldn't help admiring from the bottom of his heart, "Although this man is a Siamese barbarian, his sword technique has the essence of my Fusang swordsmanship. Could it be that it has something to do with my Fusang swordsmanship? Stay here After the war, it was inevitable to have a chat with this person."

Not to mention that Yamada thought of making friends with this person in his mind, just talk about this person.Seeing that he was about to succeed in another blow, the leader couldn't help laughing with his mouth open. "Your Excellency has explained that if you kill the Ming soldiers, all the armor, clothes and property on your body will belong to the soldiers. I killed two, this..."

While he was thinking wildly, in the corner of his eye, a gleaming spear tip was driving at high speed on his way forward.You can imagine what will happen when two high-speed moving objects meet on a line.

"puff!"

With a muffled sound, the tip of the Sangmen Spear shot out through the body, and blood sprayed out on both sides of the body. There was a spearman coming up from the side, hating this man for killing his comrades, and two or three Sangmen Spears pierced into the body. His body, together with several people, said "Go!" and threw a corpse out of the formation abruptly!

Quite right, under the command of the officers, the formation of spearmen has been adjusted a little. The first row of spearmen remains in place, and the second row is located behind the side and rear of the first row of spearmen.The spearmen in the third row were facing the back of the first row.In this way, no matter how the Siamese soldiers advance, they will always face two or three flanking guns; under such flanking attacks, it is almost impossible for humans to break through the formation.

Soon, the pikemen of the Siamese soldiers also rushed to the front of the formation, and the two sides began to stab each other with long spears.Apart from the length of the gun shaft and the shape of the gun head, this kind of stabbing has no technical content. If there is any, it is the speed and endurance of the shooter that can ensure his survival.

The gunmen on both sides were gritting their teeth and persisting. The long spears in their hands were sent out continuously, pierced into the human body, rotated slightly, pulled out, and sent out again.Many gunmen were stabbed and fell to the ground without completing this series of actions.

Relatively speaking, the nine-turn steel armor of the Nanzhong Army is several times stronger than that of the Siamese soldiers, and there is another layer of bamboo armor inside.Even if the body of the two-layer armor was stabbed, the injury was not serious, but the Siamese soldiers were different. After being pierced by the tip of the three-edged spear, almost all of them passed through the body.

Before the drums in the Nanzhong Army's formation had finished beating, the Siamese soldiers shouted, dropped their swords, guns and flags, turned and fled towards the road they had come from.

"Chasing! Why didn't you catch up?" Wo Luoweng, who was on the back of the huge war elephant, couldn't help feeling a little anxious when he saw his own soldiers fleeing back, but the Nanzhong Army showed no sign of chasing him.

Behind his elephants, two huge formations of the Siamese army had been waiting for a long time. After the Nanzhong army launched an attack, they attacked from both sides, separating Wang Bao's formation from the tribal soldiers on the two wings. Even if it can't be wiped out in one fell swoop, this arrogant Ming team must be defeated.

However, when the disintegrated Siamese army fled for more than a hundred steps, they did not see the troops chasing after the rank of the Nanzhong Army. They only saw someone packing up the remains of the dead and treating the wounded soldiers on the battlefield just now. There was no intention of chasing after him.

"Rush up again!"

This time, Wo Luoweng no longer kept the reserve team, and he put the two troops that were preparing to attack from left to right after Wang Bao attacked, and put them all into the attacking team. "We must break the enemy's formation!" All the officers had this order in their minds.

Just now, Wo Luoweng beheaded [-] officers on the charge of being ineffective in combat and retreating before the battle, and sent the heads to the battalions.

"Bring the gun!" Wang Bao stretched out his hand to signal, and the guard next to him hurriedly handed over the mourning gun that he was used to. Wang Bao swung the barrel of the gun a few times in his hand, and the whistling sound passed by people's ears.

"Huang Yishan, Yanlong."

"The mark is here!"

"You two always boast that you are the best riders in this Phoenix camp. Today, I will give you two a chance to show off. After a while, my trumpet will sound, and the two of you will go your separate ways. Lead 100 people on horses. Carrying flags each, just rush to the rear of the Siamese soldiers. When they reach the rear of their camp, they make a lot of noise and shout, "My army has surrounded you. Those who abandon their weapons and kneel on the ground will not die!" "We are both from the Ming Dynasty, and our own people don't kill our own people!" After finishing this matter, I will write a letter to the general to train the cavalry in the Phoenix Battalion, and the two of you will be the cavalry battalion officers!"

Yan Long and Huang Yishan were full of joy, and each took orders to choose a team without mentioning it.

Wang Bao turned over and jumped off the horse, adjusted his armor, and took off the green and black cloak he was wearing, so as not to delay the fight later.

In the attacking queue, the flag of the cross of Japanese bravery was particularly dazzling among the flags of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.Under the banner, Tsuda Matazaemon seemed a little nervous, "Yamada-kun, are we really going to fight Akito?"

"Of course, if you don't work hard, how can you show the value of waiting?"

Holding the family heirloom sword in his hand, Yamada Nagamasa replied to Tsuda in a muffled voice without turning his head.

Like the Portuguese musketeers and the musketeers in the Siamese army, the iron gunners of the Japanese country were concentrated in front of the team. Wo Luoweng was going to imitate the tactics of the South China Army, and after massacring the enemy with muskets, encourage them With low morale, let the troops using cold weapons rush forward.

Very soon, the teams of both sides were close.

It was very strange to Wo Luoweng, when all his musketeers were still more than a hundred paces away, the musketeers of the South China Army began to fire their guns. Although there were only a dozen or twenty people, it also made the nerves highly nervous The Siamese army musketeers followed suit, which aroused great anger from the Portuguese and Japanese.

"Damn, if you don't know how to use a firearm, don't use it!"

Wo Luoweng made a deployment adjustment that he regretted.

"The Musketeers retreat, and the Spear Soldiers and Sword Soldiers move forward! Wave after wave, they keep attacking until they are defeated and penetrate the bright array!"

Maybe Wang Bao's troops have reached the point of declining and exhausting. Under the attack of the Siamese spearmen, the pikemen began to retreat slowly. Although they were still orderly, the retreat was obvious. .

Gradually, in the entire Nanzhong Army formation, the slightly protruding Wang Bao formation began to recede, gradually leveling with the adjacent two-wing tribal formations, and the formation also began to form a neat square formation, slowly Slowly turning into a concave formation, and it became more and more obvious.

The tribal soldiers on the two wings who surrendered to the Southern Central Army couldn't help the horrible situation, and couldn't help being a little uproarious. However, under the strong pressure of Peng Kun and Hong Cha, more than a dozen heads were beheaded there, and the entire camp regained its stability. .

However, Wo Luoweng didn't care about these miscellaneous soldiers with chaotic armor and equipment at the moment, he just broke through Wang Bao's formation in one go, and then gathered and wiped them out!

Gradually, under the pressure of the Siamese army, Wang Bao's formation began to become a crescent moon shape. About three or four thousand Siamese army elites were fighting hard in front of the Phoenix Battalion, their eyes glistening. Those who shoot the massacre, no matter the enemy or their own comrades-in-arms, even if they have just blocked the death spear from the opposite side for themselves, the Siamese soldiers behind will use this short moment to thrust out a spear with all their strength. , killing the soldiers of the South Central Army on the opposite side.

All the soldiers stared at the enemy in front of them, completely forgetting about the two wings.At this moment, the assault force of the Siamese Army was surrounded by the Phoenix Battalion in a half-moon shape.

Wang Bao, who was stopped by several guards, put his spear on the ground resentfully, jumped on the horseback, and looked in the north and south directions. More than a dozen Dafolang machines have been moved into place.

"Send the order! Start killing pigs!"

Let the horror of the Siamese explode!

At the moment when they were celebrating and about to break through the increasingly overwhelmed formation of the Phoenix Battalion, Zhentianjie's guns suddenly sounded from both sides of the attacking troops.

All Dafolang machines were replaced with scorpions, which were slightly smaller than the thumb, and each blunderbuss contained [-] pieces. Once the cannon was fired, it could completely penetrate the entire Siamese army's attacking formation.

At the two tops of the half-moon-shaped encirclement, there are four big Buddha Lang machines and [-] musketeers. Their task is simple, "tighten the pocket!"

The first cannon sounded from the southern section, and a metal stream formed by hundreds of pellets fired by the Bamen Dafolang machine, like a huge iron broom, swept the Siamese soldiers who were advancing bravely to the ground.The formation of the attack quickly became chaotic, and the soldiers began to run to the north side, trying to stay away from the deadly pills.

However, when people had just gathered to the north side, the artillery fire on the north side also rang out.

During the interval between changing the guns of the French machine, the musketeers started shooting activities under the command of the captain and team officer.

"Fight well! It's rare to have such an actual target training opportunity!" A captain commanded his subordinates to shoot a beautiful salvo at the dozens of Siamese soldiers who were trying to hit the Flang machine gun, and then reprimanded them happily. Ladies and gentlemen.

"Lord! Have you abandoned your believers?" A Portuguese officer watched the massacre not far away in fear, kept crossing his chest, and threw the musket at his feet.

"Ming Army! Ming Army!"

"My God! Heavenly Soldiers!"

People hadn't woken up from the amazement of the firearm massacre, and there were bursts of exclamations from behind. Behind the entire Siamese army formation, at some point, hundreds of red flags of the Ming army appeared. The phoenix soaring in the sky looked proudly at the group of panic-stricken people in front of it amidst the gunfire.

The intensive firepower destroys the bodies of the Siamese, and only a part of them. However, although the Frang machine gun only fired three blunderbusses, and each of the musketeers fired at most four shots, it has already made the Siamese The Siamese were on the verge of collapse, and the danger from behind was the final blow that completely broke the spirit of the Siamese army.

escape!Stay as far away from these horrible creatures as possible!

"That's the end?" Wo Luoweng was a little dazed and frightened on the elephant's back. At his height, from the moment Frangji appeared on the side of the attacking troops, he realized that the battle situation was not good, but he hadn't yet Before he had time to make adjustments, the South China Army had already started the massacre.

The sword and shield soldiers who have been serving as the reserve team and flank security missions finally got a chance to display them. Each of them wielded a four-foot-long Juehu knife with their right hand, and held a hardwood-covered iron shield with their left hand. The two wings came to the Siamese army.Like a hungry beast, it devoured hundreds of Siamese troops in a blink of an eye.

"My lord, my lord, please get on the horse! Go back to Surin City for now, and make a long-term plan!" A general signaled to the elephant slave to order the elephant to kneel down, and waved his hand to lead the horse over, "Please get on the horse, my lord!"

However, if you go now, can you still get away?

"My lord has an order! Behead a first-level person, and reward a bamboo card! Behead a third-level person, and immediately join the big battalion! Kill!" The tribal soldiers on the two wings, under the agitation and command of Peng Kun and Hong Cha, acted like one Like the flood of the last days, it came overwhelming.

Since the day when Shou Han raised his army, he had stipulated in the Nanzhong Army that one tael of silver would be rewarded for the first level of beheading, but now it has risen to the first level of beheading, and the reward of ten taels of silver.However, with the expansion of the site and the production of various factories, this regulation has also quietly changed.

At the very least, in the Phoenix Battalion where the division led the expedition, this rule became the first level of beheading, and the reward was still ten taels of silver, or a bamboo plaque representing the reward of ten taels of silver. Buy items equivalent to one or two taels of silver: iron pots, cloth, silk, salt, sugar, knives and axes, and so on.Such a reward caused an uproar among the tribal soldiers.

"kill!"

"Those who abandon their weapons and kneel on the ground will not be killed!"

"Those with Ming blood will not be killed!"

The sound of shouting and not killing intersected on the battlefield.

"Yamada-kun, what should we do?" Tsuda Matazaemon, who was covered in blood, looked at the wave of tribal soldiers rushing in fear. He heard what these guys with short hair and tattoos were yelling, and he didn't want to become Cauldrons and other prizes from these barbarians.

"We have more than [-] casualties, and it is impossible to continue the fight! Raise the white flag! We surrender to the army of the Celestial Dynasty."

On the [-]th day of the first lunar month in the fifth year of the Great Ming Dynasty, the leader of the Phoenix Camp, Wang Bao, led his troops to fight in the Surin Mansion, beheading [-] people and taking nearly [-] prisoners.The enemy chief Wo Luoweng led his troops to enter the city of Surin. Unexpectedly, fire broke out in the city, and hundreds of Chinese soldiers rose up to respond.The enemy chieftains did not dare to enter the city and passed around the city.

Surin Mansion Suiping.

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