Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 185 Revenge!

At this time, the bloody battle has been going on for a whole day, and the sun is falling heavily to the west, as if it was also injured, and the southeast is illuminated with blood red, but the fighting is not over yet, around this section of the trench, tens of thousands of people are losing Fighting to the death.

This time, it really was all the strength of the officers and soldiers from the bottom of the tank. The front was covered with shields, and the officers and soldiers behind them were spearmen. They used the advantage of formation to kill the peasant army who rushed out of the trench. They were in a mess, but when they crossed the trench, the disordered formation immediately became the world of the peasant army. The one-meter-long bayonets were much more flexible than the spears. Some even took off the bayonets and squeezed into the spearmen with short knives The fierce stabbing people in the formation were like Shura who came out of hell, going down with a knife and killing the officers and soldiers with guns and killing everyone.

However, relying on the superiority of numbers, even though the peasant army resisted extremely fiercely, strands of army swordsmen and gunmen squeezed into the position.

The whole battlefield has become a melee, the two sides are intertwined, you have me, I have you, sometimes the officer in front is stabbed to death, but is hacked and killed by the officer behind, sometimes more than a dozen officers fight He rushed forward with his shield, but he didn't guard against the sharp bayonets coming from behind, and it was all done.

Even Song Qingshu was caught in the battlefield here. Three rather ferocious officers and soldiers rushed in front of him with knives and surrounded him on three sides. The guards around him were also caught in the battlefield, holding bayonets , Song Qingshu persisted alone.

It can be seen that several people are all very nervous. The officers and soldiers have already lost 2000 people in this small Qingquanwei. The bearded man in the front who should be the corporal is swinging a knife, staring at Song Qingshu with fear, and the one next to him holds a knife. The face of the big gun is shaking constantly on the left, and on the right, there is a guard with a shield cautiously.

On the battlefield, no one has more lives than anyone else. Holding a bayonet, Song Qingshu's own nose is sweating. In these years, people have been killed, but this is the first time for such a situation. I remember talking about it on the Internet before. Song Qingshu's eyes were fixed on his own bayonet tip and the opponent's three weapons, not daring to relax for a moment.

After this time travel, like others suddenly born with brute force, or IQ suddenly increased to several pounds, in short, Song Qingshu has never felt the superhuman thing, the only thing that feels changed is that the thinking reaction seems to be sharper, but This was also attributed by Song Qingshu to the reason why he practiced martial arts every day after soaking in the medicinal bath with Old Man Xing. Now his reaction ability has been greatly improved compared to before.

Just a few meters away, Song Qingshu's confidant guards rushed back anxiously, an officer stopped him and raised a knife to chop him, but he just raised the knife above his head, and the cold bayonet It had already plunged into his heart, and with a pop, blood splattered everywhere, but it became an opportunity!
"Kill!" The spear officer on the right yelled and stabbed the spear over. Almost at the same time, the sword and shield hand on the left slammed into him fiercely with the shield, and finally the bearded corporal behind him slammed Swinging a heavy machete, Song Qingshu was about to turn into scum when the three of them surrounded him, but at this moment, Song Qingshu himself yelled loudly.

In the movie Taierzhuang of later generations, there is a classic scene. During street fighting, a devil stabbed three times with lightning speed, stabbing three murderers to death in a row. The only essence of bayonet fighting is to be fast!Concentrate your whole body on the tip of the knife!
Taking advantage of the corporal leader's habit of sending the two brothers up to a gap, Song Qingshu yelled and stabbed him with a bayonet. , a stream of blood sprayed out along the blood groove on one side, and as Song Qingshu twisted the bayonet, the corporal screamed and dropped the knife and fell to the ground.

It never occurred to me that this skinny rogue took aim at his old man, and before Song Qingshu could turn around, he slashed hard on his back, causing him to stagger and jump out.

It was like being hit by a hammer, and my back was cut with burning pain, but it seems that this paper armor is really not a decoration, at least I didn't feel the feeling of coldness and bleeding, swallowed a fishy smell, and turned around suddenly, Song Qingshu stabbed fiercely again.

The spear brings a distance advantage, but it is really cumbersome when fighting alone. It is necessary for everyone to use it vigorously. This slender-faced spearman is obviously not a big player. At this moment, the knife and gun are over. , he actually just turned back.

This time has passed and it would kill him, so he turned the gun straight, his face felt a chill in his chest, and what caught his eyes was Song Qingshu's grinning expression, as he twisted and retreated, the spear His hand also fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

It's a pity that Song Qingshu's good luck ends here. The two brothers disappeared in a face-to-face meeting. The garlic-nosed sword and shield hand was obviously extremely angry. He ignored a shield attack and knocked Song Qingshu away. With the weight and the shield on his body, before Song Qingshu could struggle upwards, a gleaming steel knife pierced his chest.

Boom!
The tip of the knife just hit the paper armor's gauntlet. At the critical moment, he didn't care whether it hurt or not, so he directly blocked the deadly knife with his right hand, and a burst of hot air sprayed on his face. He gritted his teeth and held the knife against him. Seeing the officer's sword and shield with mustache and grinning in horror, the veins on the top of his head bulged, and he stabbed down hard with the knife.

The paper armor was cut open a little, and a stream of blood had flowed out. On this end, Song Qingshu screamed, while on the other end, the suppressed left hand tried his best to touch his waist.

It was a life-and-death struggle, with one hand pressing down on the shield, the officer's one-handed saber seemed a little too long, and there was obviously a lack of strength in pressing it down, but Song Qingshu's left hand was pressed down, and the holster that usually opened with a single hook was pulled out no matter what. Not coming out, blood red eyes to blood red eyes, both of them roared with all their might.

But at this juncture, with a puff, a stream of blood sprayed on Song Qingshu's face, and the sword and shield hand lowered his head in disbelief to look at the spear head protruding from his chest, and was immediately fiddled with by the spear, and fell to the ground. aside.

Panting heavily, Song Qingshu was about to support himself on the ground and quickly got up, when a slender hand that was not considered fair appeared in front of his eyes.

Holding Xing Hongniang's hand was suddenly pulled up, as if the tacit understanding had returned, the two formed a group side by side, Xing Hongniang's red-tasseled gun carried the weapons of the officers and soldiers in front, Song Qingshu was like a tiger Stabbing down the mountain, the two leaned on each other and survived in this bloody killing field.

However, the situation is becoming more and more dangerous. After all, there are few people. The peasant army guarding the trench was divided into several sections by the officers and soldiers. They were divided and surrounded. Seeing the officer under the command of Wang Zuohang, who had killed his whole family, he stabbed the officer's heart with a bayonet in fury. , and then countless spears were stabbed from all directions, even paper armor couldn't protect so much, and was pierced there by several guns, and the officer screamed to the sky with his last breath.

At the other end, the young man who wanted to protect his mother was already lying on the ground, with a trembling hand full of scars and blood, trying to grab the stabbing gun covered in mud not far from the ground. Behind him, five or six officers Jun smiled grimly and chopped down with his knife.

In particular, Du Wenhuan's more than 200 soldiers were like a meat grinder, weaving through the crowd, with the best knives, the strongest armor, and full pay. They were also much stronger than the average peasant army, so The peasant army who fought in the past all fell to the ground miserably with their necks covered, or their heads were cut with a knife, and they knelt down convulsively.

"Song thief, take your life!"

With the soldiers under his command, he penetrated into the heart of the peasant army. Du Wenhuan saw Song Qingshu before, and he yelled loudly when he was far away. Song Qingshu was really nervous when he heard it. He turned around in a hurry, surrounded by hundreds of elite officers and soldiers A general in the red armor of the official army came straight towards him with a murderous look.

If you say you are not afraid, then you are lying!For a moment Song Qingshu felt as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast, and the hairs all over his body stood up. Just when he was frightened, a small hand suddenly grabbed his hand, turned his head, Xing Hongniang He nodded firmly to himself.

"Caiwei can help you take care of your life and make you happy. I'm stupid, so I can only accompany you in the bloody battlefield!"

When they met for the first time, the hesitation and shyness that met each other seemed to come to my heart again, and I shook Hongniang Xing's hand firmly, and the two of them took up their weapons forcefully.

Come on!Who is afraid of whom?

Seeing that a group of officers and soldiers who were like a meat grinder was about to kill them, the two of them had already roared almost like last words. At this time, violent vibrations and loud screams suddenly came. .

Du Wenhuan turned his head in disbelief, behind him, in the layer upon layer of high slopes of loess, a black cavalry soldier rushed out like a heavenly soldier, stabbing fiercely at the back of his team.

Without the personal soldiers to supervise the battle, the rear troops of the frontier army, which had been hacked to death by cavalry with spears and sabers by hundreds, collapsed in an instant.

How is it possible, where did the cavalry come from?
No matter how unbelievable Du Wenhuan was, the densely packed cavalry of the peasant army actually appeared behind him. In order to fight the trenches, the cavalry of the officers and soldiers dismounted. Loosely, facing the cavalry of the Peasant Army, it was like butter cut into by a hot knife, and it couldn't stop the cavalry who were rushing forward for a moment.

"There is still hope for a counterattack, He Renlong!" Not caring about killing Song Qingshu, Du Wenhuan yelled as he turned around, just in case, he still kept [-] horsemen, and He Renlong would command them However, looking back, Du Wenhuan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. The [-] cavalry he had placed high hopes on followed the General He Renlong, who he had placed high hopes on, and fled eastwards protecting Zhang Zishou. Can't see it anymore.

The army was defeated like a mountain, and the cavalry of the Peasant Army, led by Miao Mei, who had experienced yesterday's blood feud, almost triumphantly slaughtered and slashed in the ranks of the officers and soldiers. The exhausted officers and soldiers had no strength to fight back. Huh lah, countless lanterns were hung on the top of the earth slope where the cave dwelling was opened in Qingquanwei, and the monstrous shouts of killing came out again. With knives in hand, more than 7000 peasant soldiers who had been listening to the battlefield for a long time The strong man rushed out shouting with two-handed simple knives, machetes, and big guns. Behind him, the woman holding the chicken-killing knife, the old man carrying a hoe, and even the doll holding a wooden sword all followed out shouting.

A huge encirclement circle expanded towards him in a daze.

He was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and after taking a last look at Song Qingshu who was on guard, Du Wenhuan raised the steel knife and yelled hastily.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

(End of this chapter)