Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 186 Annihilating the Army and Killing the General

The sky was getting darker and darker, with heavy scars, the sun slammed into Wentang to the west, but the war was not over yet.

Fighting is easy, withdrawing is not easy. In the era of cold weapons, more than eight layers of killings are in pursuit. What's more, there is such a bloody feud. How can the peasant army let these executioners whose hands are stained with their own blood run away? More than 3000 rebel cavalry lit up torches and chased after them like a fire dragon. All the officers and soldiers they passed were hacked to death in the back.

Although they didn't participate in the battle today, the suffering of these people is not necessarily worse than that of Song Qingshu's more than 3000 elite infantrymen who carried the line.

Although there are 3 people in hand, it may not be an elite opponent with more than 9000 officers and troops. Western military proverbs say that the larger the army, the easier it is to mess up!Not to mention that these armies are not considered ordinary people, and more than 3000 cavalry may not be the opponent of more than 1000 cavalry in the frontier army. If the whole army piles up, even if they win, they will suffer heavy losses.

So in the early morning, Song Qingshu picked out Wang Zuogua and his own troops who could ride horses. The only remaining 2000 horses in Wang Zuogua's army and his own 1000 horses were scattered in the camp, and the people were on their bodies. Smeared with blood and hidden in the pile of corpses, the horses ran too loose, and Song Qingshu launched the attack early in the morning, the officers and soldiers scouted the cavalry for a walk, and after confirming that there was no one in the left camp, they hurried back.

This is not over yet, one of these corpses was loaded at noon and Song Qingshu began to burn the wheat in the field. The attention of the officers and soldiers was attracted, and then he gathered his horses and galloped down the Fenchuan River. Crossing the river mouth and turning back, rushing back along the winding and difficult Loess Plateau, not daring to stop, just for the moment of blooming at night.

Song Qingshu has never read military books, but he has played a lot of games, and today's tactics are like this, with a small, controllable elite army carrying the line, resisting head-on, and a large and chaotic peasant army as a lethal force, reserve it first, The cavalry can be released as far as it can, as long as it is concealed and detected by the enemy. Anyway, the cavalry runs fast, and the sword soldiers who defend against the bottom and attack high are placed behind.

The anti-height troops in the front entangled the main force of the enemy army, and the swordsmen on both sides began to outflank, and the cavalry came back to make a surprise attack. There is nothing that cannot be defeated. This is the case in the game, but it is feasible to use it on the actual battlefield, but it is really a burden. Risk, Song Qingshu and Xing Hongniang were almost given away by Du Wenhuan, and the former musketeers also suffered unprecedented losses and were on the verge of collapse.

But fortunately, winning is everything!
The cavalry in front lit torches and chased forward desperately, and the infantry behind were not to be outdone. A giant dragon with torches was walking through the rugged fertile fields of the Loess Plateau. They all forgot their fatigue, and followed in the footsteps of their fathers and fellow villagers, chasing and killing them endlessly.

Although there are cavalry, there are too many roads on the Loess Plateau, and the scattered officers and soldiers can't catch up. Fortunately, there is also Du Wenhuan, who is wearing the red armor of the general soldier, who is always carrying the banner and refuses to let go. With his subordinates as the target, the peasant army from all directions chased in one direction. Finally, after nearly half an hour of chasing and killing, Du Wenhuan, the executioner, was trapped on an unnamed slope about [-] meters high.

There were less than 700 officers and soldiers around, but at this point, Du Wenhuan was still stubbornly resisting. When the exhausted Song Qingshu arrived, the tragic offensive and defensive battle on the slope had already been going on for a while.

It was no longer possible to command, and even there was no formation. The light and strong without armor carrying a knife mixed with the elderly, the old and the weak rushed up the mountain. The torches of more than 3 people around it almost illuminated the place like daytime. On the hillside, only dense crowds rushing upwards and a circle of black and red officers and soldiers can be seen.

The officers and soldiers above shot arrows downward desperately, but even if there was nothing to cover them, these peasant soldiers, old and young, still rushed upwards with gritted teeth, and the corpses rolled down the hillside, and there was actually a small layer.

Looking at this scene in astonishment, Song Qingshu wanted to stop the team from attacking, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the words again. Revenge was right in front of him. It is estimated that no one is willing to wait for a moment. Pad back!

Looking back, the bright and full big eyes of Xing Hongniang, who was always by his side, were extraordinarily shining under the reflection of the torch. Knowing what Song Qingshu was going to say, Xing Hongniang smiled and nodded. The person was also heading towards the hill, and ran over sullenly.

At this time, around the trench, the battle has entered a fierce battle. As expected, it has not run away until now, and there are also a large number of teams of general soldiers and personal soldiers. Even at this point, a round formation composed of shields is still unbreakable. The knives and hoes were chopping loudly, and the spears shuttled viciously back and forth between the gaps in the round shield. If you didn't pay attention, you were stabbed to the core, and the loess was softened by the greasy blood. It slid down a little bit along the gap between the crowd, and above, the officers and soldiers were shooting bows and arrows frantically.

But the stalemate was broken by a red noose. In the dark, the noose swayed a few times like a snake, and it reached the edge of the two shields. It was a common practice for Hongniang, Song Qingshu and Xing Hongniang grabbed the rope and yanked downwards suddenly, and the two officers and soldiers were directly pulled out of the shield formation.

They didn't have to stand up, countless hoes, the picks had been crackling on the backs of the two soldiers, and the flesh was bloody in an instant, and they spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and the people slid down the hillside and piled up on the peasant army Among the layers of corpses.

There are too many peasant soldiers!There was a gap in the formation, and there was no time to replenish it. The tide of peasant troops had already rushed in, and the officers and soldiers on the edge pulled their spears in horror and stabbed an old man nearby. Blood hissed out from the spearhead behind. But as if the old man didn't know the pain, he still hugged the soldier violently, and the two rolled and fell into the hillside trampled by countless feet.

This seemed to be a demonstration. The old and weak peasant soldiers who were close to each other threw their hoes and sticks on the spot, and fell directly on the officers and soldiers who were stubbornly resisting. If one can't be suppressed, there will be two. The war seems to have returned to the brutality of primitive society. Claws and teeth have become weapons. Song Qingshu watched a woman in her 50s bite the throat of an officer and soldier in front of her. The blood, spring water Generally venting out.

Not far away, another old man in his sixties had his hands caught in the face of an officer, even though his palms were exposed, he still cried and cursed: "The thirteen members of the old man's family were killed by you bastards!" Killed, the old man will fight with you!"

Passing over these fighting and tumultuous peasant army, the infantry of the peasant army who had experienced more battles rushed in again with simple swords and spears, and fought fiercely with the general soldiers inside, which was also a completely desperate way of fighting. Some people would rather take a shot than cut a knife into the necks and heads of the officers and soldiers. In such fierce and cruel battles, the number of officers and soldiers decreased geometrically.

In a blink of an eye, there were only a few people left, and Du Wenhuan was still standing on the top of the hill holding the official banner, but this guy was actually afraid!Seeing that Song Qingshu and Xing Hongniang used their revolvers and nooses together, they cut down hundreds of soldiers who were less than three meters away from them in a blink of an eye.

"Song Dusi, you have to think clearly, I am the chief soldier, if you kill me, the entire imperial court will not let you go!"

This sentence seemed to be effective, Song Qingshu and Xing Hongniang really stopped in their tracks, their hearts relaxed, Du Wenhuan just wanted to speak softer, trying to save his life, but then he stared round in fear again Eyes, because under the firelight, Song Qingshu and Xing Hongniang's faces were basically mocking smiles, and the eyes radiated from their eyes were like looking at Zai's death row prisoner.

Looking back in horror, the sound of the wind brought by the big knife rushed into his ears, and the last scene in Du Wenhuan's eyes was fixed on the strong man with a big beard, a face as thick as sand, and copper bell-like eyes radiating hatred. .

Click!

Dou Da's head whirled and flew up, and the big flag fell down along with the headless corpse. Hearing Liu Zongmin bend down to pick up the head, and his loud roar, in an instant, the last point of the army on the hillside The fighting spirit also melted like snow and ice, and was submerged in the tide of the peasant army in a blink of an eye.

"Long live the big boss!"

Before Song Qingshu could let out a sigh of relief, Liu Zongmin ran to his side with his head in his hands, lifted himself up with one shoulder, and threw him high into the air.

"Long live the big boss!" Miao Mei, a man with a height of eight feet, also had tears in her eyes at this time, and then caught Song Qingshu for the second time.

"Long live the big boss!" After finally catching up with the scarred face, Zhao Sheng screamed with all his strength, and after the third blow, Xiao Luobo also wanted to reach out, but he couldn't reach it.

Even Liu Dazhuzi sighed sincerely at this time and nodded. More and more hands crowded around him, throwing Song Qingshu high and catching him.

Defeating nearly ten thousand officers and soldiers and killing one soldier in command, Song Qingshu was the first one in the four or five years of the Peasant Army Movement!This battle not only avenged their blood, but also gave these peasant troops a sense of hope and confidence. No matter what the officers and soldiers are, they can still be killed by us!
"Long live the big boss!"

Xing Hongniang, who was behind, also shouted excitedly, but two streams of tears came from her eyes, after shouting a few words, she suddenly squatted down with sobs.

"Father, Juan'er, take a look! You idiots have avenged you all! You can rest in peace!"

Tears of hatred and joy of victory were intertwined. The banner of the officers and soldiers burned to the ground in the raging fire. It seemed that the ashes floating in the sky were also flaring. A figure who could change the entire Ming Dynasty stepped forward. Biggest step in life!
(End of this chapter)