Chapter 60: Avalanche 1 "Enjoyable" The Fourth Army Commander Shi Songke put away his rifle and threw it back to the students from the Jiangwu Hall who were following closely.
Then he grabbed another loaded magic gun from the opponent's arms, put it on his shoulder skillfully, and looked for the next target.
Although the range and accuracy of rifled guns are far superior to smoothbore guns, the overly complicated loading process makes them somewhat useless.
Therefore, the best way to use it at present is to separate shooting and loading, and equip one shooter with more than three loaders.
What it lacks in reload speed, it makes up for in personnel numbers.
In the field of vision, another figure of the commander of the Red Army who was exploring the horse appeared.
He is about forty years old and has a very tall build.
Out of some pride as a general, he was trying to gather the defeated troops around him and leave the battlefield in an orderly manner.
However, this effort was destined to be in vain.
The continuous firearm attacks previously had frightened most of the probing Red Army.
They would rather be caught up and stabbed to death while fleeing than continue to struggle without hope.
"Bang" Song Ke decisively pulled the trigger.
Sixty steps.
In the past, at this distance, he could always hit the target with a bow and arrow.
What's more, the hot bullets of the magical blunderbuss, which was far more stable than bows and arrows, quickly drilled a huge hole in the chest of Tanma Red Army Qianhu.
There was a bloody hole, and several Khitan veterans gathered around them with great effort, and they immediately dispersed.
"Chang Shi, change the gun."
A plump student handed Song Ke his magic weapon.
Then he took away the fired gun with a smile on his face, squatted on the ground and started loading.
The age of fourteen or fifteen is the time to worship heroes.
In the eyes of many students of the martial arts hall, Song Changshi, who was both civil and military, and heroic, was the target they wanted to catch up with.
He is highly respected, far more than other generals who have not studied much and have risen to the top solely based on their bravery and qualifications.
It is also far superior to those senior staff officers who have passed the imperial examination and entered the Huai'an Army, but have no power to restrain themselves.
Song Ke, who once broke up his family and raised troops to rebel against the Yuan Dynasty, and then went into exile after his failure, still has a very strong sense of knighthood hidden deep in his heart.
The worship of students is obviously very useful.
First, he gave the little fat man a smile of approval, then he put the magic weapon on his shoulder and slowly moved it left and right.
The third person he noticed was a bearded man riding a horse.
He refused to rely on the speed of his horse to escape alone.
Instead, he raised a scimitar and gestured.
Song Ke quickly pointed the gun at his chest and pressed his finger firmly on the trigger.
"Bang" the bearded man tilted his head, fell off his horse and died.
"Chang Shi, here!"
Another loaded magic gun was brought to him, and Song Ke returned the smile happily.
Then steady the gun and look for the next opponent who is unwilling to accept defeat.
"On the right, seventy steps to the right.
Chang Shi, there is someone who is not afraid of death at seventy steps to the right."
An urgent reminder came to his ears, and he followed the student's instructions and quickly turned the muzzle of his gun.
He was a vulture shooter.
He was using his skillful shooting skills to provide cover for the other Red Army explorers who were retreating in his direction.
There is a row of armor-piercing awls stuck under his feet.
Every time he leans down, he can quickly put one of them on the bow arm.
"Bang" Before Song Ke could find an absolute certainty of hitting the target, a gunshot suddenly sounded in his ears.
Seventy steps away, a stream of bloody arrows shot out from the chest of the Khitan eagle shooter.
He circled around unwillingly and slowly fell down.
"Who?"
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Song Ke frowned in annoyance and quickly turned his head.
Not far away, he saw a white-faced boy slightly arching his hand towards him.
He is Zheng Wenhuan, the legitimate son of a shareholder of Huaiyang Company, and the captain of the annual team of Jiangwu Hall.
Both his performance on paper and his actual performance on the field are among the best among students at the same level.
With these juniors, Song Ke couldn't take himself too seriously.
He waved his hand, picked up the magic weapon, and tried hard to find a new goal.
This time, he found a centurion.
It is estimated that they can't escape, and they are leading a dozen of the Tanma Red Army who are also desperate, making a death struggle.
"Bang, bang, bang," three consecutive gunshots came from the side, beating the centurion's head to pieces.
"Damn" was full of momentum twice in a row, but he didn't have time to fire.
Song Kedong couldn't mention how uncomfortable he was being held back.
He turned his head sideways, ready to see which annoying guy had snatched his target.
But he was surprised to find that the deputy commander Chen De was holding a smoking three-eye blunderbuss and waving his arms vigorously towards him, "Don't be greedy for credit, mount your horse and follow me."
The two of them were more than thirty steps apart, and it was impossible to hear each other's call clearly.
But Chen De's action made Song Ke immediately wake up from the dream of "killing one person in ten steps".
He is Shi, the commander of the Fourth Army, not Zhu Hai or Jing Ke.
At this time, working hard to organize the team to expand the results is far more important than carrying a blunderbuss and killing enemy generals everywhere.
"You guys, just follow the brigade and shoot the enemy generals from a long distance.
Remember, no one is allowed to cross the position of the spearmen."
With a red face, he threw the firecrackers to the admirers around him.
Song Ke flew up and jumped on A war horse specially assigned to senior military officers.
With a little force on his legs, he chased Chen De at lightning speed.
"Dong Tuanxiao left a supervising team over there."
Before Song Ke could run to his side and stabilize the horse, Chen De, the deputy commander of the Fourth Army, quickly said, "I will lead the cavalry to outflank them from both wings and defeat them first." .
You take advantage of this moment to reorganize the infantry and don't worry about the Tanma Red Army anymore.
It's useless to kill the frightened bird.
Even if you take the brothers to take Dong Tuanxiao's retreat, Dong Thief is always alert, be careful of his strong men breaking their wrists."
"Yes" Song Ke agreed loudly with a blushing face.
He pulled up the military flag representing the 2nd Brigade of the Fourth Army from Chen De's side and waved it vigorously in the air.
"Tick-tick-tick-tick, tick-tick-tack-tack, tick-tick-tack-tack, tick-tick-tack-tack" the messengers around them quickly blew their suonas and spread the latest general order.
"Tick-tick-tack-tack, tick-tick-tack-tack, tick-tick-tack-tack."
To the sides and behind the spearmen, sword and shield soldiers, and fire gun soldiers who were chasing north, there were also messengers raising their suonas in response.
In an instant, the sound of a suona, which could not be called elegant but was loud enough, replaced the killing shouts and shooting sounds, resounding throughout the battlefield.
The infantry of the Fourth Army quickly gave up crushing the Tanma Red Army, and gathered towards Song Ke's side in regiment, battalion, and company units.
"Da da da, da da da" Before the defeated soldiers of the Tanma Red Army breathed a sigh of relief, another high-pitched suona sound sounded.
The deputy commander of the Fourth Army commanded the Huai'an cavalry, which had previously withdrawn to both wings of the battlefield, and pounced on them from the side and rear like two packs of hunting lions.
"Mother", the remnants of the Tanma Red Army, which had already been killed and dispersed, could possibly stop the cavalry's prepared attack.
Screaming in fear, he spread his legs and fled to the east at a faster speed.
Don't seek to run faster than a war horse, just seek to surpass your own robe.
"Yes, yes, yes."
With the violent sound of horse hooves, a clear crack quickly formed on the battlefield.
The Huai'an Army cavalry raised their swords high and drove the remaining Tanma Red Army soldiers northeastward.
The pikemen, sword and shield soldiers, musketeers, and grenadiers who received the order to assemble quickly walked towards the location of their own military flags.
No matter how lively the shouts of death coming from behind were, or how tempting the enemy's scurrying figures looked.
"Formation, formation.
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It's still the original offensive horizontal formation."
Several mid-level officers who had received special training in the martial arts hall ran and quickly sorted out the formation.
After everyone arrived at the gathering place, a six-row horizontal formation had regained its outline.
"Students from the martial arts hall, according to their brigade, stand behind the horizontal formation and line up on the left and right sides."
He raised his head and quickly glanced at the flag recognition position of deputy commander Chen De.
Song Ke began to work hard to perform his duties.
The recognition flag with the word "Chen" embroidered in the center has already rushed into the Zhejiang Army Supervisory Team.
Accompanying them were the Huai'an Army cavalry who had previously taken the initiative to withdraw to both wings.
More than 1,300 cavalrymen were like boiling soup and pouring snow against a thousand soldiers who had already become frightened.
Although there are many crossbowmen hidden in the latter team.
But in front of the cavalry that drove the broken troops to fight, the crossbow arrows had little effect.
"Report, the first team is in place" "Report, the Second Brigade is in position."
The voices coming from the left and right sides of the horizontal formation quickly pulled Song Ke's eyes back.
The students' movements are professional and their understanding is far beyond ordinary people.
There was no need for Song Ke to explain too much.
They had already taken the initiative to stand in two regular trapezoids at the left and right back corners of the horizontal formation.
Each hypotenuse of the trapezoid is stretched extremely long.
You can shoot in two directions, left and right, crosswise for long-distance shooting.
"Pikemen, sword and shield soldiers, each check their weapons and armor."
Song Ke took a deep breath, tried to straighten his chest, and continued to shout orders.
"Musketeers, load ammunition.
Grenadier, check the location of the grenade bag and the number of grenades.
Then, report to me according to the type of arms."
The Master of Huben, this is the real Master of Huben.
Compared to the group of green forest heroes he spent all his wealth to recruit back then, they are simply like Kunpeng compared to sparrows.
If you still suffer defeat with such a fierce army, the general should die of shame.
If his subordinates could have one hundred thousand tigers like this, Mr.
Song would be enough to clean up the world for the general manager.
"Report, the spearmen are ready" "Report, the sword and shield soldiers are ready" "Report, the gun company is ready."
"Report" "Report" The crisp report rang in Song Ke's ears again, filling his heart with pride.
Pulling the horse's head sharply, he pointed the sword in his hand at the northeastern side of the battlefield, more than 500 steps away from him, behind Dong Jiajun, "Everyone is here, follow me and stab Dong Shao's butt."
"Tick-tick-tick-tack, tick-tick-tack-tack, tick-tick-tack-tack" the proud suona sounded, clear and sweet, straight through the sky.
The dark clouds overhead were quickly penetrated and split into pieces of gray-black ink remnants.
In an instant, thousands of rays of sunlight shot down from the cracks in the dark clouds, illuminating the neat team behind Song Ke.
Every face is very young.
Every face is filled with pride
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