warring states careerist

Chapter 963 Unacceptable Tactics
The wilderness in autumn is quite desolate, the sun is not very white, a little red and sickly, it is already a bit cold for the people of the Central Plains.

The soldiers of the Zhao soldiers in the chariot formation didn't feel cold. The climate when they were fighting in Zhao's land was much colder than here. Some places have snowed now, but it's not as warm as here.

The musketeers skillfully placed the heavy arquebus in their hands between the large shields in front of the light vehicle, just like they had fought many times, quietly waiting for the attack from the other side.

Many have fought many battles.

They have fought with Zhongshan, fought with Hu people, and clashed with Yan... Especially these musketeers have become full-time soldiers.

But for them, it was the first time for many of them to set foot on the hell-like battlefield of the Central Plains.

The officers boosted morale in the car camp, saying that the main force of the Korean army was dozens of miles away. As long as they could persist until dark, when the main force arrived tomorrow, the enemy on the opposite side would surely retreat.

In fact, this is the picture cake that soldiers in the Central Plains least like to hear.

But for these Zhao soldiers, it was very useful.

This was the case when they fought against the Hu people and the Zhongshan Kingdom.

If the car camp is attacked, if it is surrounded, defend on the spot.

The Hu people or Zhongshan cavalry couldn't rush through their chariot formation, so they just kept defending like this. Once the main force of backup or cavalry arrived, the enemy attacking on the opposite side would inevitably retreat.

It worked really well before.

This past effectiveness and past victories gave them the confidence to stick to it.

A young recruit of the Warring States Period who had fought two battles quietly observed the movement in the distance opposite through the large shield erected on the chariot.

The old soldier of the accomplice shrank behind the wooden shield and scolded: "Are you looking for death? I have told you several times, don't show your head, you are easy to be shot to death. If you die, what will happen to the wife and children at home? Who will take care of your parents?"

Most of the accomplices are from the same village. They warm up by a bonfire at night and cook in the same earthen pot when they are hungry. They are very familiar with each other.

It seems to be scolding, but in fact it is more like the concern of the parents for the children.

The recruit retracted his head, turned back and said to his comrades: "The Mohist cavalry has moved, but they don't seem to be charging towards us, they are different from those Zhongshan people."

The bitter smell of burning matchlocks that the soldiers were already familiar with filled the air and was reassuring to them.

The battle was about to start, but it hadn't started yet. Almost none of the Zhao soldiers in the chariot formation had fought against the army of the Central Plains. Based on their past experience, they thought that the cavalry on the opposite side would definitely charge over.

But the recruit found that the cavalry on the opposite side did not charge, but moved slowly to the sides in formation, just outside the range of the muskets.

They had encountered the cavalry of Zhongshan Kingdom, and that was the first time in the memory of the recruits that they had been on a real battlefield, in Hutuoshui.

At that time, they were also in such a chariot camp. After being besieged by the cavalry of Zhongshan, the cavalry of Zhongshan began to charge, galloping around the chariot, firing arrows, and circling back and forth. I don't know how many people there are.

The recruit remembered that he was very scared at the time, not knowing how many enemies there were, but he could see enemies everywhere.

Moreover, the enemy galloped so fast that they circled back and forth like a flock of sheep in the mountains, and the musket in their hands didn't know where to aim.

At that time, the veteran told them that there was no need to aim too precisely, as long as they aimed at the crowd of galloping riders and shot with their eyes closed.

At that time, the cavalry of Zhongshan Kingdom besieged for half a day, resulting in heavy casualties. In the end, they could only leave a place of corpses and evacuate obediently.

According to past experience, the recruits thought that the enemy on the opposite side would also choose to mount and shoot in this way, but they never thought it was not the case.

The recruit didn't have much experience, and he was born in a remote village, so he didn't know what the outside world was like.

He didn't know why he went to the Central Plains to fight, he didn't know what the reason for the war was, and he didn't even know why the Mohists, who were known in remote villages, would go to war with the king.

Because he doesn't know anything, he thinks less, which is why he takes it for granted and thinks it should be like this. He should serve as a soldier when he was born.

Different from the city soldiers in Handan and other places, the city soldiers in those big cities and giant cities were extremely dissatisfied with the war with the Mohists, so the chariot battalion that Zhao Hou sent this time in response to the emperor's call was not Handan soldiers of Zhao State, but Village Social Soldiers.

The recruits had little experience, but there were not many veterans. Most of them fought in the north and did not know the characteristics of the Central Plains War.

The old soldier couldn't understand, so he said: "Why do you care if they charge or not? If they don't charge, you just rest; if they charge, you just shoot."

"Be careful when you shoot in a while, don't let the matchstick ignite the gunpowder on your body. It's okay to die, but if you are half dead, you will suffer a lifetime of punishment."

"Be careful, all of you, especially those who are not married, it's not easy to die before..."

Before he finished speaking, the recruit heard a loud noise from the opposite side, and then saw his eyes turn red, and a scream came from his ear.

Thinking that he was injured, he touched his sticky eyes, and there was a strong smell of blood, not only red, but also white.

The old corporal leader who was joking with them just now has only half of his body left, and his head was smashed to pieces by something.

The recruit's heartbeat seemed to come out of his throat. He wanted to stand up and hold his musket, but his heart was pounding and he couldn't stand up.

Next to it, a recruit from the same Li was lying on the ground, grabbing the grass on the ground with both hands, screaming loudly, and beside him was a leg that had been smashed by an iron pellet, and the blood was increasing like snow melted in spring .

The wooden shield used to defend the barbarians from riding and shooting was smashed to pieces, and two people were hit by sawdust flying out from the smashing. There was a wound all the way to the neck.

The recruits had fought in the north, but how can there be such a cruel scene in the northern battlefield? Even though there are many Hu people, they just shoot arrows. Has there ever been such a thing that the partner who was talking and laughing just now has only half of his body left?

Three of the ten members of his accomplice died, and the other two seemed to be dying. Someone next to him called his name loudly, and he recovered from his fear.

"Don't be stupid! Elm is dying, his intestines are coming out, you give him a good time!"

The shout from his partner not far away woke him up, and he followed the sound to find the companion named Yumu, and found that the companion was rolling on the ground holding his stomach, yelling for his companion to give him a good time.

At this moment, the world that can be heard by the recruits' ears became clear. Shouts and screams seemed to suddenly appear at this moment when those voices were frozen.

boom……

There was another loud noise, and the recruit subconsciously lay down on the ground, and crawled to the side of the elm where the intestines were exposed. The elm bit a hand in its mouth in pain, and the entire back of the hand was bitten to pieces. Mouth full of blood.

The purple intestines were wriggling outside, and a hardwood chip made a huge wound beside it.

The recruit wanted to draw a knife and stab his partner to death to end his suffering.

But an iron bullet flew over and hit it not far away, killing several familiar people.

The knife that the recruit hadn't pulled out could no longer be drawn out. The strong smell of blood made him just want to escape from here quickly, no matter where he went, as long as it wasn't here.

Leaving his companion struggling there, and his musket, he staggered back.

After only a few steps, he was stabbed with a sword and cut off his head.

After his death, the noble officer raised his head and shouted: "The one who retreats dies!"

The young nobleman who cut off the recruit's head to clean up military discipline lifted his head in the air, holding a sword in one hand, majestic, and finally contained the chaos here.

The infantry in the rear could hardly move, and pushed back the musketeers in front.

The young nobleman said loudly: "If you retreat, you will die faster. Didn't you see cavalry on the opposite side? Can you outrun horses on flat ground?"

"As long as you keep it safe, you can still live, otherwise everyone will die. The army is not far away, and it will soon be dark, as long as it stays until dark."

"Anyone who does not retreat and kill the enemy will be rewarded; anyone who retreats and flees will be killed!"

Reluctantly, the musketeers returned to the front of the car formation and picked up their muskets again.

The artillery on the opposite side seemed to be reloading, and apart from the screams of the wounded soldiers who were hit in the previous round, there was endless waiting on the battlefield.

Just like poisonous insects, spiders and bees, the scariest thing is not the moment when they sting, but the moment when they crawl on the hands and buzz in the ears but don't know when they will come again.

The battlefield at this time is like this. These Zhao soldiers don't know when the artillery on the opposite side will fire again, and they don't know if it will fall on them. This kind of waiting seems calm, but it actually contains madness.

Not long after, there were a few more gunshots, and the musketeers who had been suppressed just now became confused again. These gunfires were like water falling into the oil pan. The hot oil that seemed stable before was not cold. , just waiting in silence to erupt.

The rumbling gunfire lasted for about an hour. Zhao Jun's chariot battalion in the front row suffered heavy losses. Of the more than 400 musketeers, only more than 200 were left to fight.

More than 60 chariots were hit and damaged, and there were wounded soldiers and bloodstains all over the ground. Compared with the battle with the Hu people in Zhongshan in the north, this kind of battlefield was too cruel and unbearable for these Zhao people.

During this period, Zhao Jun also tried to send limited cavalry to counterattack the artillery positions, but once they were repelled by the opposing cavalry, and almost took this opportunity to rush into the formation; beat back.

Fortunately, for Zhao Jun, it was getting late, and it seemed that as long as he persisted for a while, today's battle would be over.

However, more Zhao Jun looked at the corpses all over the ground, and then looked at the sun that was still hanging high in the sky, and couldn't help cursing the sky and the sun.

They have lost hope.

After the sound of the artillery stopped, there was a passionate and rhythmic drumbeat on the opposite side, and the infantry began to attack.

(End of this chapter)