Chapter 42 The Gap "Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock," the bugle sounded.
Zhu Chongjiu took the butcher's knife and took the lead in rushing towards the enemy camp not far away.
More than a hundred soldiers from the Guards followed closely, forming several invisible protective nets in front, behind, and left.
Yelvzhao's words are not entirely accurate.
The cost is high and the huge self-ringing bell can not only be used to hide weapons and cannons.
It also has one of the most important functions, which is to unify and coordinate time.
Although its error is as high as ten minutes a day and night, in this era, it is already top-notch accuracy.
And its ability to be mounted on a carriage and move with the army makes it possible for the coach to accurately time it in the field.
The seemingly insignificant progress clearly separates the two eras.
After learning about the changes in the Chinese army, most of the elites in the Xiangzhou military camp rushed over to rescue the commander.
Those who stayed near the camp wall were only some garrison troops recruited from the local area.
These garrison troops were soldiers in name, but in fact they were the servants of the Baihu and Qianhu adults.
They were usually only responsible for planting land and collecting crops for their immediate superiors, and had no formal training at all.
Suddenly attacked, the reaction was extremely panic.
Arrows shot in a hurry often fall softly to the ground before they get close to the target.
Even if a few of them were able to shoot far, their power was obviously insufficient.
When the running Huai'an soldiers hit them with their shields and blades, they were knocked upside down and flew away without a trace.
Amateurs, the defenders' fighting skills were so amateurish that even the auxiliary soldiers of the Huai'an Army were ten times more elite than them.
What's even more amateurish is their mental toughness.
When they found that firing two rounds of arrows in succession had no effect, most of the soldiers immediately threw away their weapons and squatted under the wooden wall, holding their heads in their hands and their buttocks in the sky. .
No matter how intimidated and lured the sign leaders and centurions next to him were, they refused to raise their heads and take another look at the other side.
"Stand up, stand up.
Hold a spear and poke it along the cracks in the fence.
Damn it, stand up, stand up, or I will kill you first."
Park Jung-geun, a centurion from Goryeo, carried a knife.
Running around, urging the Han troops under his command to get up and continue fighting.
The thousands of households in charge were all blocked by the assassins in the Chinese military tent, and the Mongolian soldiers who really knew how to fight also ran near the Chinese military tent to rescue their respective superiors.
He was left as a Goryeo servant, leading a group of Han slaves who had not received any training at all.
How could he withstand the full force of the enemy's attack?
That is simply forcing the ant to stumbling upon the elephant.
It will have no effect other than turning itself into a fan.
If it doesn't work, you have to block it.
Park Jung-geun is from Goryeo, and it took him half a lifetime to become a centurion.
If he dared to take the lead in escaping, not only would he be executed, but his wife and children who stayed in Yizhou City would also suffer together.
Therefore, he can only do his best to organize defense, delay time, and wait for a miracle to appear.
What if the trouble in the Chinese army's tent is solved?
What if the Mongolian old men hear the enemy's trumpet and rush over quickly?
What if Unexpectedly, a slender, sharp knife stabbed accurately between his two ribs through the gap in the fence, from right to left, straight to his heart.
The moment the opponent drew his weapon, Park Zhenggen felt extremely relaxed.
He opened his eyes wide and tried to look at the dusk on the horizon, as if it was the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Then, he saw the entire sky falling upside down, wrapping himself and the earth into endless darkness.
"Take a ladder, climb in, and open the village gate."
Zhu Chongjiu raised the butcher knife in his hand and shouted loudly.
It was a rare opportunity to visit the battlefield in person.
From head to toe, every bone in him was filled with excitement.
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However, the surrounding guards were very disrespectful.
One by one, they pressed their bodies against the fence to form a wall, completely blocking his way forward.
"What are you doing blocking me?
Hurry up and build a human wall with such thick armor.
Who can hurt me?"
Zhu Chongjiu frowned slightly and shouted angrily.
The guards still did not move.
They held weapons and shields and were on full alert to block possible attacks from any direction for him.
Everyone's task is to protect the coach, not to charge into battle.
No amount of credit for killing generals and capturing flags can offset the guilt of the Grand Steward being shot by a stray arrow, even if the stray arrow only scratched a piece of oily skin on the back of the Grand Steward's hand.
"Damn it, I'm ordering you to wait."
Before Zhu Chongjiu could get angry, he threatened with a big bloody butcher knife.
Before he could finish his words, a burst of cheers suddenly came from the distance, "It's open, it's open, the door is open.
Aslan, Aslan is mighty."
"Don't waste your time, don't take prisoners.
The 21st Brigade continues forward and directly inserts into the Chinese army.
The 22nd Brigade goes to seize the granary.
The 23rd Brigade clears the remaining enemies around the gate, and then forms a formation and pushes deep into the camp."
Wu Liangmou's A figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, holding a huge iron trumpet and giving orders quickly.
"Yes" the responses from around him were like a thunderous wave.
Near the four wide open gates of the military camp, the soldiers of the Fifth Army were automatically divided into three large groups.
Under the leadership of Aslan, Xu Yi and Wu Liangmou themselves, they ran towards their respective goals.
The entire transformation process was like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any lag in the middle.
From the brigade commanders who were promoted last winter to the ordinary soldiers who just joined the army this spring, no one showed any discomfort.
Everyone has practiced similar tactical changes no less than twenty times during daily training.
Everyone knows exactly what they need to do.
The most eye-catching performance at this moment is undoubtedly the 21st Brigade, which is responsible for directly inserting into the Chinese Army.
I saw Aslan, the brigade commander, holding an iron spear in both hands, stabbing people and stabbing horses.
Enemy soldiers who ran over to block him in panic often couldn't even parry for a single round under his hands, and were knocked backwards by the iron spear.
Occasionally, one or two people with decent skills could barely cope with the first move.
Before they could fight back, they were swallowed up by other Huai'an soldiers who rushed over.
Under the random gunfire, they turned into broken sieves in the blink of an eye.
"Kill, kill, kill" More than six hundred soldiers of the 21st Brigade, organized by three regiment commanders, moved forward neatly with Aslan as the vanguard.
The spears at the outermost edge of the team were like the fangs of a beast.
Any human or animal that stood in the way was quickly torn to pieces by the fangs, row after row, horribly.
The two thousand-man troops of the Han army that were the first to come over quickly fell apart.
Several other thousands-man troops of the Han army that were running towards the gate one after another did not even dare to look at their faces.
They turned their heads and retreated deeper into the camp with the defeated troops.
Fighting tough battles is a matter for Mongolian old men.
Everyone is a group of slaves, and they even have to take turns using their kitchen knives.
What qualifications do you have to snatch the old Mongolian man's job?
Moreover, even if the Huai'an army captured the entire Yizhou, so what?
They are still carrying Changhuo to farm, being carried for Zhu Butcher, and being carried for the Mongolian old man.
Is there any difference?
"Brothers, don't be reluctant to fight.
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Come with me and seize the granary for me."
Seeing that the enemy army was about to collapse at the first touch, Xu Yi, the commander of the 22nd Brigade, held a knife in one hand and shouted to the soldiers under his command.
His figure is much smaller than Aslan, so his performance is far less dazzling than the former.
However, the advancement speed of the more than 700 brothers he led was no slower than that of the 21st Brigade.
Separated from the ranks of their comrades at an angle of thirty degrees, they rushed towards the enemy's rear camp from the flanks.
According to what shopkeeper Yelu had told him in advance, that was where the Yuan army stored grain.
There are more than forty granaries in total.
Even if they are half full at the moment, there are still more than 200,000 dan.
Since the Huai'an army has taken a fancy to them, the enemy will never think of burning them again.
The 23rd Brigade was personally commanded by Wu Liangmou.
Different from the tactics of the first two teams, they pulled the team horizontally into a four-row thick wall and advanced in unison under the coordination of the whistle.
When encountering an enemy who was stubbornly resisting, they would quickly knock them to the ground with their spears.
When encountering a tent blocking the road, they stabbed the enemy pretending to be dead directly into a sieve with their spears, and then lifted them high into the air.
"Ah!"
After dozens of tents were pierced, some lucky guys jumped out of the tents a little further away and ran away crying.
However, the advancing speed of the 23rd Brigade did not change at all, and their movements did not change at all.
They continued to push forward in four horizontal lines.
Wherever he passed, he left an empty white space.
"Yeah."
Zhu Chongjiu, who walked in from the gate surrounded by guards, put away his butcher's knife regretfully.
Without him, there is nothing to worry about.
People like Wu Liangmou, Aslan and Xu Yi can already take care of themselves.
As a general manager, if he continues to rush to the front line with his own soldiers, it is equivalent to causing trouble for others.
Therefore, it is better to take the initiative, put away the knife and be a complete spectator of the battle, so that you can have peace of mind afterwards.
Fu Youde and Ding Dexing also had the same strength but could not use it.
The two of them had just arrived, and because they were not familiar with the internal operating rules of the Huai'an Army, they could only lead a company brother each and stay with Zhu Chongjiu as a reserve team.
The opponent couldn't even organize a serious resistance.
What was the use of the Huai'an Army's reserve team?
They could only hold the Qiu Shui Yan Fei Dao in their hands and watch the fun.
"You two, go immediately to support the 21st Brigade."
Fortunately, Zhu Chongjiu could understand the mood of the two of them, smiled and gave instructions loudly.
"The enemy's elite should be guarding the central army at this moment.
You go over and give Aslan a helping hand."
"yes" "The general will obey his orders" Fu Youde and Ding Dexing excitedly raised their hands, then waved their steel knives at the brothers around them, and strode forward.
In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the opponent's central military tent, and sure enough he saw a large number of enemy troops stubbornly resisting here.
A total of about two thousand Mongolian soldiers were blocked in front of the 21st Brigade.
They could not organize an effective counterattack and refused to get out of the way.
It's all about the number of people that is delaying time.
The triangular gun formation of the 21st Brigade was also squeezed into a thin square by the pressure from the opposite side.
The brothers in the front row were fighting with their opponents, but those in the back rows seemed to be completely powerless.
"There are two of us, one on the left and one on the right."
Fu Youde quickly winked at Ding Dexing and greeted loudly.
As a battle-hardened veteran, he knew that in this situation, the best option was not to fight side by side with the 21st Brigade, but to seek a breakthrough from both flanks.
"Okay."
Ding Dexing also understood that the opportunity had come to repay the favor of the general manager, and responded loudly, holding the steel knife high.
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However, before the two of them could separate their teams, a long and shrill whistle suddenly came from their ears, "Zhizhi, Zhizhizhi" The spearmen in the front row who were confronting the enemy suddenly squatted to the ground, revealing the brothers in the second row behind them.
Immediately afterwards, there was a series of thunder sounds.
"Boom, boom, boom boom boom" The brothers in the second row squatted down quickly, holding smoking muskets, revealing the brothers in the third row.
In the third row, there are more than a hundred flat-ended muskets.
"Boom, boom, boom boom boom" "Boom, boom, boom boom boom" The sound of thunder came over and over again, and the Mongolian soldiers blocking the road were cut down in rows like wheat in a storm
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