warring states careerist

Chapter 634 Why Victory ([-])
Of course, the representative of the brigade was organized to study the dialectical contradictions of yin and yang, and he also understood that what he said was strategic, but the problem he was facing now was tactical.

Discipline, faith, organization... All these strategically make the Mohists invincible.

But in terms of tactics, without muskets and artillery, this battle is not easy to fight, and it really can't stand it.

He understood the difference between strategy and tactics, but he had to confuse the concepts of strategy and tactics to boost the morale of this brigade.

But from the root, it is still for tactical victory.

Because what Yu Tu said is right, it will rain soon, so it is impossible for the Qi army to prepare to change the formation in advance, so they can only choose to be reckless before the rain, forcing the firearms here to be wet by the rain, and make preparations for the real break of the formation after the rain. Prepare.

There are more than [-] people on the opposite side, and more than a thousand people can be sent to die first, but the main force is still there. As long as the firearms fail after the rain, it is impossible to fail to break through.

He knew that those officers who clamored to kill a noble enough to be worth their weight were not afraid of death, but they also had despair in their hearts, so he thought so.

He also knew that in order to maintain the basic integrity of the formation before the rain, someone had to make sacrifices and use the courage to react and counterattack with fearless courage.

So he faced those soldiers and officers who were not afraid of death but were somewhat desperate for victory, silently took out the red scarf from his arms, tied it on his forehead, and then took out the red cloth for distinguishing between the enemy and tied it on his arm.

"Today's battle is to punish those who harm the world. If those who harm the world are not punished, then those acts that harm the world will be encouraged."

"Zimozi said, it is in line with the will of heaven. If you benefit the world, you will benefit, and if you harm the world, you will be punished. The one who punishes them is the emperor of heaven, and the emperor of heaven is just the way of the world. The way itself has no hands and feet. It needs those who are in line with the will of heaven. instead of implementing it.”

"We Mohists are on behalf of the Emperor of Heaven to punish those who harm the world."

"Today we stand up for things like the Wucheng massacre, and it will never happen again in the world. Because we are human beings, we live in the world, we are the people of the world, so we naturally have to take care of the world's affairs."

"I don't care about it today. Some people may say that I am not from Wucheng. I will not speak when Wucheng is slaughtered. I don't care if Shangqiu is plundered tomorrow, because I am not from Shangqiu. One day, when the slaughter reaches us and our relatives When we want to resist, we will find that we are alone, because the world has become accustomed to slaughter, and no one has stood up to control us. This is the principle that benefiting the world is benefiting ourselves."

After explaining the truth, the representative of the brigade said again: "Today's battle coincides with the sudden summer rain. The commander of the brigade is right. As long as we stand up to the efforts of the people of Qi, the victory will surely belong to us."

"The impact of the Qi people requires us to stand up and fight back. As long as the phalanx is still there, as long as the formation is still there, we will be able to withstand the Qi people's attack after the rain."

"Inkman in the Musketeer, take a step forward and fight back with me!"

After saying a word, dozens of people stepped forward at the same time, tied up the red scarves together, and said in unison: "For the benefit of the world, death will not come soon!"

Many soldiers who are not yet Mohists, who are still on the waiting list, and even want to become Mohists but have not yet become Mohists have also stood up.

After leaving the military chief officers and grassroots backbones of each company, more than [-] people were selected.

No one was wearing iron mines, leather armor, and matchlocks on their bodies.

The red headband flutters, and the sharp sword is in hand.

This is an infantry brigade, and the number of iron mines is not much, because heavy iron mines are difficult to throw without special training, so only some special arms companies will use them.

They have to rely on the final counter-impact weapon to buy time for the large troops, and to fight for the integrity of the formation before the rain and not to be damaged.

Yu Tu thinks that he can't say so much truth, and also thinks that the brigade representative's remarks on weekdays are a bit too radical, and he is still a key member of the self-sufficiency faction, and sometimes it is really difficult to get along with.

But he understood that at such a time, this somewhat difficult partner would definitely stand up.

The representative of the brigade walked up to Yu Tu and said with a smile: "I always say that we are getting farther and farther away from benefiting the world. Today I finally want to do something that benefits the world, seeking benevolence to obtain benevolence, and seeking righteousness to obtain righteousness. My righteousness , It is to subvert the world and change customs, instead of shrinking and standing on my own. I will die today, and I deserve to die."

Yu Tu wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Everyone has righteousness in everyone's heart. The righteousness of Mohism is consistent, but there are differences in how to achieve this righteousness.

Yu Tu thought that he didn't understand those profound truths, so he agreed with the collective decision and would not consider the differences and differences.

The representative of the brigade took out a letter from his pocket, which seemed to have been written long ago. He stretched it out and handed it to Yu Tu, saying: "These are some of my views and opinions, which have been written after the issuance of the Injustice Order." Well written, but never had the opportunity to submit it for discussion. If I die and you live, then pass this letter to your superiors."

Yu Tu took the letter without saying anything, and raised his hand to salute the representative of the brigade.

The sound of Qi Jun's drums on the opposite side seemed to be seeing off the brigade representatives. He smiled and returned the salute, and led the more than [-] people with red ribbons fluttering forward to squat under the rejected horse.

The musketeers behind had already put away their firearms, and the oilcloth and cowhide covered those matchlock guns that were ignited by matchlocks and had no covers very tightly.

The musketeers, led by the remaining backbone of the ink, held short swords, or crouched at the feet of the spearmen, or stood in the gaps in the spear array to cover their flanks.

Like Yu Tu, they silently watched the dozens of fluttering red ribbons and saw them off silently.

The impetuous Qi army had already launched an attack. Not long after the impact, the chariot sank into a mud pit, or was blocked by dogs and horses.

The sound of drums in the back shook the sky, and the disciples followed up. The two sides had met only a few dozen steps away.

No matter how loud the drum was, it couldn't cover the thunder in the sky.

The representative of the brigade looked up at the sky, and thought of the nursery rhymes that were circulated on Sishang to teach the people to read the clouds and know the weather.

"The momentum is like a mountain, the broken clouds are changeable, the thunder is about to rise, and the rain is like water..."

He chanted a few words softly, retracted his raised head, and said to himself: "A heavy rain, Sishang has little rain this year. Although there are ditches, this rain can relieve the drought. This place is not far from Sishang, and there Will you come down too?"

The thunder sounded again, and the drums sounded closer. The representative of the brigade withdrew his eyes and stared at the approaching figures of the nobles who got out of the car and fought on foot. He silently took out an iron mine and lit it with the matchlock wrapped around his body. With a loud shout, he jumped out of the wooden fence.

Tie Lei is not used in this way, not those companies called "Xiandeng", which only allow ordinary infantry to use Tie Lei when defending the city.

Iron mines are heavy, with a lot of charges, and it is easy to hurt your own people if you have extraordinary physical strength or have undergone long-term training.

The brigade representative has courage, but his throwing skills are still far behind those grenadiers who practiced every day with swollen arms. Thunder was thrown out at a fast speed, and he didn't choose to lie down and wait, but rushed directly into the crowd.

The Mohists behind them with their arms wrapped around their red headbands did the same, and with a loud roar, they launched a deadly counterattack.

boom……

Perhaps it was thunder, perhaps it was the sound of an explosion, it was hard to distinguish, and the rain had not yet fallen.

The huge explosion made the ears of the brigade representative buzz. He thought that the people around him must be shouting something, but he couldn't hear anything.

His left arm was pierced by splinters, as if a fire was burning, but he didn't care.

The few nobles who got out of the car and fought on foot had been killed. He rushed into the crowd behind with his sword, taking advantage of the chaos of the explosion and this obviously suicidal style of play, the Qi people's first wave of attack fell into a trap. messed up.

A Mohist with an injured arm next to him ignited the iron thunder on his back. The brigade representative could only hear endless buzzing, and couldn't even hear the loud bang, but saw dozens of Qi warriors lying on the ground. On the ground or in the air.

Under the chaos, Qi people did not think about such a counterattack, let alone the team of six or seventy people could burst out with such strength.

The Qi people who charged in the first wave were all cannon fodder, in order to force the firearms of the Mo family to fail in the heavy rain that was about to fall.

However, the volunteers on the opposite side did not use muskets, nor did they choose to use the phalanx of spearmen to attack. Instead, they chose to maintain the formation and maintain the organizational system, and only used a few warriors to counterattack.

Under the fighting, it was too late to throw the iron thunder. Only after some people were injured or unable to fight any more, would they ignite the fuses on their bodies and die with those people.

The representative of the brigade didn't know how many people he had killed. His left arm was pierced, and there was a layer of corpses piled up beside him, and there were seven or eight nobles in armor.

The comrades around him fell one by one, he was already out of strength, and the Qi army's first wave of shock could no longer hold up, and he was on the verge of collapsing.

The sword in his right hand was full of gaps, and he could no longer lift the sword with his hand. Looking at the panicked eyes of several nobles from Qi, he felt extremely happy.

Seek righteousness to obtain righteousness, seek benevolence to obtain benevolence, die well, and have no regrets.

A flash of lightning illuminated his eyes, and the heavy raindrops finally fell on the top of his head, and he could feel the top of his head being hit hard.

"It's raining."

The representative of the brigade showed a smile on his face covered with black ashes and blood, and the blood-stained nobleman of the Qi people approached him again. He threw away the iron sword and tried to ignite the iron thunder on his body with his remaining right hand. But he found that the fire rope wrapped around his body had been soaked in blood and extinguished at some point.

Looking at the Qi people's nobles who were getting closer, he knelt down and wanted to touch the sword he had thrown away. He knew that he was powerless to fight anymore, but he didn't want to die without a weapon in his hand.

The rain has fallen, his mission has been completed, the formation is still complete, and the soldiers are still excited. He feels that he has fulfilled his righteousness.

But when he bent down, he found that the originally light iron sword was so heavy that he couldn't pick it up no matter what.

The nobles of the Qi people on the opposite side got closer and closer, Chang Ge was already close at hand, but the brigade representative who was out of strength couldn't hold the iron sword no matter what.

So with his last strength, he grabbed a handful of blood-soaked sand and stood up.

The spear of the nobleman on the opposite side had already been chopped off. He vigorously raised his right hand and smashed the sand in his hand towards the face of the nobleman of Qi, and then the long spear slashed across his throat.

(End of this chapter)