warring states careerist

Chapter 997 The Battle of the Two Sons ([-])

The skills of the hand who have been engaged in off-the-job shooting training since childhood are very good, but the tank is too big after all, and those who raise their guns to shoot can't aim effectively at all, relying only on the barrage of salvos.

Four horses drive, two horses die together.

The archer-savvy noble fell from his chariot and was hit by a buckshot in the upper part of his left arm, shattering his bones.

The left hand, which could hold the bow firmly and never tremble, now hangs weakly by the side, and the bow flew away when it fell out.

Struggling to get up from the dry land, what the nobleman who is good at shooting saw was gunpowder smoke.

The frontmost phalanx had been broken through the gap, and the unique slogans and shouts of the Sishang Army, which combined Song and Qi dialects, echoed in my ears.

"The Mohist and the officer stepped forward and blocked the gap!"

In the dense gunpowder smoke, figures with holsters and short spears can be seen squeezing from behind to the front row, struggling to stand firm in the gap where horses or chariots rush into.

A horse full of wounds rushed into the formation, but the rider on the horse was stabbed off, and several soldiers who were knocked to the ground fell down in the gap wide by three people, and the people behind stepped on the fallen people. Physically fighting against the opponent who intends to rush into the formation.

The ears of the shooting nobles were buzzing, and there were bursts of gunshots from time to time.

He shook his head, feeling the sharp pain in the ninja's left arm, and looked around.

Thirty steps away from me is another square formation of the Mo family. A small cannon that has been left unattended is on the side of the formation. There are a few people in the formation holding short guns to shoot. Judging from the style of the hat, it should be like this Gunner of a small cannon.

The small gun was well timed and the two tanks were destroyed.

The archer-savvy aristocrat saw the royal hand on his chariot who had been beaten by iron filings and was covered in wounds, and he also saw the right hand of the chariot who was struggling to stand up with a long dagger in his hand, as if without bending easily, with his leg broken.

The Mohist phalanx thirty steps away did not shoot the limited number of shots at them who had lost their combat effectiveness, but fired at the cavalry on the side.

The archery noble didn't look for his own bow, so what if he found it?The buckshot at such a close range directly broke his bones, and he didn't have a hand to hold it, so what if Yang Youji was resurrected?

He drew out the dagger at his waist, an orthodox copper sword that conformed to the regulations, as if to complete his mission, he staggered towards the phalanx that was engaged in chaotic battle.

After approaching, the Mohist soldiers in the phalanx also spotted him.

A young recruit, who seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old and hadn't reached the age of crown ceremony, was busy loading his musket.

The young recruit raised his head from time to time, looking in a little horror at the loose remnants of the nobles who were getting closer, the arm holding the cleaning rod was shaking non-stop, and the short spear inserted in the muzzle of the gun seriously affected his loading , The trembling hands let the cleaning rod come out several times.

The nobleman who was good at archery clearly saw the fear in the young recruit's eyes, and he thought to himself, if it is a bow, why is it so?A gun cannot be like a bow after all.

At this moment, what he thought of was such a majestic difference between orthodoxy and heresy.

When approaching the last few steps of the phalanx, the young recruit still hadn't finished loading, and the nobleman who was good at shooting took a few steps, trying to rush into the phalanx.

But when he got close to the recruit whom he had targeted, a short spear stabbed him in the abdomen.

Before the severe pain hit, the body had already reacted, and the body supported by the waist and abdomen lost its strength in an instant.

In the open space next to it, several people were lying down.There are Mohist soldiers who were hit or chopped by horses, and there are also the last nobles like him who are incompatible with the future world and abide by the traditional creed.

The right arm holding the dagger was already powerless to fight. The nobleman who was good at archery tried hard to straighten his hanging hand, but he couldn't do it.

Just as the second short spear that pierced him was about to pass through his body, the noble archer was not afraid of danger and shouted before dying.

"If you want to kill a thief, how can you be powerless!"

"Kill the thief! Kill the thief! Kill the thief!"

He shouted three times to kill the thief, intending to boost the morale of the nobles and slaves who were still fighting, and finally his body was pierced by three short spears at the same time.

Before finally collapsing powerlessly, he saw another volley from another phalanx in the distance.

Those disciples who followed the charge of the chariots fled in all directions. It was obvious that the side of the phalanx had been breached by the chariots and cavalry. Obviously that phalanx can be broken away.

Even if they can't rush away, it is enough to cause chaos and lay a solid foundation for the next wave of cavalry attacks.

But no.

The humble apprentices in the eyes of the shooting nobles ran away, and ran away without looking back after suffering another volley.

These recruited merchants, craftsmen, farmers, and feudal serfs did not disregard life and death for the righteousness of the difference between high and low.

The last sliver of clarity of the shooting nobleman, looking at the fleeing disciples, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and it was fixed on his already stiff face.

He thought, the noble will always be noble, and the humble will always be humble, the world is the most reasonable.Just like those lowly pawns, they fled, refused to fight, had no courage, and deserved to be low.

The position where those pawns fled was the third of the ten phalanxes in the entire battle formation, and it was also one of the three phalanxes that were crumbling under the first wave of attacks.

The impact of the coalition cavalry was divided into three waves, trying to break through the phalanx of the three brigades blocked by the Mohists with continuous impact.

The effect cannot be said to be bad. After two waves of impact, the three phalanxes were completely dispersed.

The retreating Mohist infantry ran backwards, but how could they outrun the horses.

In front of the fourth phalanx, several soldiers with guns shouted loudly for their comrades who were fleeing this way and were chased and killed by the coalition cavalry behind them.

"Hurry up!"

On the chaotic battlefield, such shouts are useless, and everyone knows that they can't hear them at all, but as a colleague, they can only use such shouts to express their concerns.

A young Mohist infantryman was cut down to the ground by the cavalry who was chasing after him, and then stepped on by the horse behind him, completely unable to stand up.

When the fleeing soldiers were still forty steps away from the phalanx, there was an iron-hearted order from the brigade commander who was commanding here.

"Raise the gun!"

Several ink practitioners around him immediately shouted: "Wait! They are coming over soon!"

The commander of the brigade was expressionless, and pushed away those who blocked him and shouted: "Raise the gun! Shoot! Otherwise, we will be unable to defend!"

Behind the fleeing infantry, followed by the second wave of coalition cavalry.

The brigade commander gritted his teeth, and after shouting the order, he took out his short gun and pointed it at the galloping cavalrymen who were getting closer.

The soldier who was still calling for his comrades to hurry up looked desperately at Paoze who was already very close, and tried to stabilize his trembling hands, avoiding those comrades or comrades who were only thirty or forty steps away from the hope, and aimed at him. behind the cavalry.

Everyone knew that fleeing comrades would definitely be hit after the shooting, and even if they were not aimed at them, the dense barrage would likely fall on them.

After finally receiving the order to shoot, these soldiers almost closed their eyes and pulled the trigger. In the smoke, they seemed to hear the cries of those comrades who were only [-] or [-] steps away from hope but were finally desperate.

After the brigade commander shot, he inserted the short gun back into his waist and drew out his iron sword.

The soldiers in the back row were still rushing to reload. Several cavalry rushed out of a gap, and the subsequent cavalry weakened by the barrage tried to rush in through this gap.

Holding the iron sword, the brigade commander shouted: "Mo Zhe, move forward and block the gap! Keep loading in the back row!"

He took the lead, as if he wanted to atone for his order just now, he was the first to rush to the gap, and stabbed to death a coalition cavalry who had fallen off his horse.

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On the side of the chaotic place, the Qingqi of the Mohists have also assembled and launched a formation.

The flanks of the coalition cavalry and chariots had been exposed, and the shock infantry did not completely break through the infantry phalanx, which caused the coalition cavalry to be stuck.

The Mohist cavalry, who had been waiting for a while, wanted to attack the flanks of the coalition cavalry while the coalition cavalry was attacking the infantry.

The division commander believed that those infantry comrades were strong enough to hold on.

The deputy division commander, Shu Pu Mi, was in the first wave of the flank attack. They were part of the cavalry who attacked Dai Cheng and Cheng Kuang as part of the division. flank.

Unlike the previous battles that the concubine Mi had experienced, this was the first time he participated in such a battle of thousands of cavalry.

The standard bearer next to him held the spear with the small flag under his armpit, and the sound of bugles calling for assembly and attack echoed in his ears.

The Qingqi in the front row held a wooden spear as usual, the concubine Mi held an iron sword, and the trumpeter who followed him changed the sound of his trumpet according to his password.

The first wave hit the back of the ranks, followed by the second and third waves.

Although these Sishang Qingqi are not the martial knights who are good at charging and have the best discipline, they are still very different from the coalition cavalry.

Taking the company next to the concubine Mi as an example, the tactics of the Sishang cavalry are based on the formation as a cage, the grassroots officers and the Mozhe and corporal Sima Chang who are full of them are the locks, and the military flag is the regrouping point.

The company representative will be in front of the center of the entire cavalry company, and the company commander will be behind the center of the entire cavalry company.

On both sides of the company, there are usually three ink scholars or corporals, and there are more than ten people separated by a corporal or Sima Chang.

The company flag is in the center of the formation, and usually a member of the soldiers' committee serves as the flag bearer, with a trumpeter and a corporal beside him.

These officers, corporals, and overserved old volunteers formed the cavalry's grassroots, and the corporal Sima Zhang or Mo Zhe on the two wings would control the formation to ensure that the team could still be reorganized according to the military flag after several charges.

The dual commander system of the company representative and the company commander can ensure that after one of the chief officers is killed, the other can still gather the team through the trumpeter and the military flag.

The low-level officers on the two wings are locks, which can ensure that the formation will not disperse. At the same time, they are also responsible for executing difficult orders such as turning the whole team.

(End of this chapter)