Chapter 282 The End of the Panchang War

Chapter 282

The war quickly entered a state of hand-to-hand combat. Relying on the weak numerical advantage brought by the long-range sniper, 2,000 Weizhou soldiers were entangled with the cavalry rushing into the battle. The fire soldiers were surrounded by a large number of Weizhou soldiers, constantly pouring lead sand on the Tatar soldiers and horses; but the peripheral Weizhou soldiers also paid a painful price. At the horse's hoof, the machete waved high, pieces of flesh and blood flew across, and heads flew into the air with a cavity of hot blood.

The advantage of the hand soldiers on horse is not small. The nation sitting on horseback all year round, relying on their unique advantages, ruthlessly harvested the lives of the Ming army around them. After entering the hand-to-hand battle, the losses of the two sides are disproportionate. Every time they kill a tatar cavalry, they have to pay two or three Ming army's lives.

Jiang Bin rushed back and forth, with his eyes spouting anger, cursing and shouting: "Keep the formation, three people as a group and cut off the horse's leg. Damn, how do you practice the usual battle?

But the Weizhou soldiers are already remnants, and the basic queue operations have long been messy. Yesterday's war lost too many melee soldiers, but many of them are good at bows and arrows. In any case, they can't organize a three-person battle to deal with the cavalry.

However, Jiang Bin's shouting reminder still worked. Once it was changed from the attacker to attacking the war horse, the situation immediately got some stability. The long * of a rod entered the horse's belly, and the war horse fell down. At the same time, the horse horse also had to accept the down-to-earth reality, but lost the flexibility and condescending advantage of the horse. He They are no match at all in front of the Ming army.

Even if the Ming army was severely damaged by the Taran soldiers on horseback while dealing with the horses, the battle situation of the two sides was basically even, and the number of people on both sides decreased sharply, just like the pair of chess. This kind of playing method of co-endence made the chess pieces of both sides less and less, and the numerical advantage of the Ming army showed its superiority at this moment. Potential. With the passage of time, there were only more than 1,000 cavalry left in the first wave of Tatans, and most of them lost their horses; more than half of the Ming army was also killed, and 2,000 remnants and 1,000 magic battalion firemen can now stand on the battlefield with less than 1,500 people.

This is an unrelenting meat-like battle. The Ming army resisted the first wave of attack with firearms, bows and arrows and a fearless force.

However, with the life-threatening horn, the earth began to tremble again, and the bloody Ming soldiers looked north in horror. A large number of black-pressed Ttarsars had taken dozens of steps away, and the second wave of Ttar cavalry arrived as promised.

There was hardly any resistance. The second wave of Tari cavalry entered the sheep like tigers. After joining the regiment, they quickly controlled the situation and began a one-sided harvest.

Song Nan was bathed in blood several places, and several times with the protection of bear skin armor to avoid a fatal blow, and the Tatar soldiers who died under Song Nan were also close to double digits; but when the second wave of the charge of the Tatar arrived, Song Nan knew that she could not resist it. The Weizhou soldiers in front fell like cutting leeks. The hope that they could resolve the first wave of attack with strong long-range firepower was almost unharmed, but the next second wave was irresistible.

"Brother Jiang, retreat and drag." Song Nan roared.

Jiang Bin spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm and roared in a hoarse voice, "Go away, my brothers and I will coexist."

Jiang Bin is very clear that Song Nan's retreat is aimed at the 700 or 800 magic machine camp firemen who still have mounts. They can still turn around and shoot guns after turning the horse's head, and for Weibu Weibu, the order to evacuate is an empty word for them. They can only face the Tatari. The cavalry, even if one turns around, will be pierced through the back by the long gun of the Talt, and then trampled under the horse's hoof.

Song Nan gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and the fire soldiers quickly retreated and escaped. He turned around and shot a row of lead sand, throwing dozens of Tatar soldiers off the horse. Seeing that Jiang Bin led hundreds of Weizhou soldiers to fight bitterly in the encirclement, and the number of people was getting smaller and smaller, Song Nan had to turn his horse head and rush back. Although he knew that this impulse would lose his life, Song Nan still didn't think too much about doing this.

There were only 300 remnants left in Weizhou. No one cried in horror. No one complained. Everyone squeezed their lips and gritted their teeth to greet the soldiers on the hands of the hand. When the blade of the tartans pierced their bodies, they did not die silently.

This is their fate. As soldiers, they have to go to the battlefield. When they go to the battlefield, they have to be ready to die. Perhaps they also have dreams in their hearts and infinite visions about the future, but at this time, all of this has disappeared.

"Brother, why did you come back?" Seeing Song Nan's horse back, Jiang Bin sighed.

Song Nan's dark face was almost invisible. When she grinned, a row of small white teeth were very eye-catching: "I have already said that if I want to die, I will choose to die with my brothers in Weizhou, which is my promise."

Jiang Bin nodded, and Song Nan marked another label in his mind: bloody.

"Okay, you and my brothers and Wei 600 brothers are on the road together, but they are not lonely." Jiang Bin grinned and said that it was a blessing to have a brother as his companion when he died.

Song Nan raised her eyebrows, waved her knife and shouted, "Kill!" He rode up and cut a tared soldier who had just pulled his long gun out of the chest of the Ming army into two sections.

"Good skills." Jiang Bin praised. He raised his hand and pulled up a long gun on the ground and roared and stabbed hard. The long gun passed through the chest of a tatar soldier and pierced his whole body. The tip of the gun pierced into the chest of a tartarman and became a string of human kebabs.

"You're not bad either." Song Nan laughed. Jiang Bin was about to speak when he suddenly heard a loud noise. A huge mushroom cloud rose from the rear of the Ttar cavalry, and the loud noise shocked people's ears were about to be deaf.

"Boom, boom, boom." With a series of loud noises, there were seven or eight huge explosions in the cavalry behind the hand. The broken arms of the man and the horse flew into the air, and the mud and stone blood fell from the sky, like a torrential rainstorm.

All the people on the battlefield were stunned. Everyone forgot to fight to the death and turned their heads to ask each other.

Song Nan quickly reacted and said happily, "This is the heavy artillery of the Shenji Camp. General Zankou has arrived, and the reinforcements have arrived."

"What kind of general?" Jiang Bin was a little confused.

"The heavy cannon equipped in the Shenji Camp is as big as a mouth, firing huge gunpowder shells, and bombarding a large area a few miles away." Song Nan shouted excitedly.

As if to prove Song Nan's words, there was a cry from the south. The cavalry evacuated by Zhang Lun and rolled back like a strong wind. The flags behind the cavalry were covered the earth, and the neat running sound almost shook the ground of the valley. That was the fighting camp and the god The 9,000 infantry of the battalion arrived.

At the front of the team, more than a dozen dark and heavy bronze heavy cannons fired shells at the rear of the Tatar cavalry from time to time. Every shell falling into the enemy group set off mud and blood rain, blowing up more than a dozen Tatar cavalry, which was really powerful.

"Realally, what are you waiting for? Kill it." Jiang Bin was overjoyed and roared loudly.

The remaining 200 remnants of Weizhou woke up like a dream and roared all day long like stimulants. Under the leadership of Jiang Bin and Song Nan, they launched a fierce counterattack. The stunned soldiers calmed down and wanted to kill all the more than 200 self-powerful guys, but at this time, the rear The horn of withdrawal came from the battalion.

He barked furiously on the horse, but there was nothing he could do. When the first shell fell into the cavalry, he knew that something was wrong. As soon as the third wave of assault cavalry he led stepped into the battlefield, a shell fell beside him and overturned him. When the guards dug him out of the mud pit, He is already surrounded by a broken leg.

There is no doubt that this is the artillery fire of the Ming army. The bald man knows that this is artillery fire. There are several guys in the cities of Datong Xuanfu, and their soldiers and horses have also suffered from these huge cannons. This is neither a heavy pass. The only reason for the heavy artillery has fallen is that the main force of the Ming army has arrived. At present, the wisest choice is ——Withdraw your troops quickly.

The horn of withdrawal sounded, and the tarsars turned the horse's head and fled north like a homeless dog. The army was defeated like a mountain. Tens of thousands of Ming soldiers chased and killed them. They had no time to think about anything else and took the method of forced evacuation. Nearly 10,000 tartars quickly pulled to the gourd-shaped pass of the Great Wall with their feet.

But the trouble is that the pass is narrow, and the march is still congested on weekdays. At this moment, the great defeat is even more congested and difficult to pass. Tens of thousands of Tatron cavalry are blocked here and retreat to the southern foot of Daqing Mountain outside the pass at a speed of 2,000 per hour. The Ming army brigade chased to the gourd shape of the pass and quickly occupied the peaks on both sides. The * heavy artillery bombardment of the Shenji Camp, and the archers under the cover of a large number of infantry fired with all their strength, causing the Ttar cavalry to suffer annihilation.

The tarsars were not willing to sit and wait for extinction. Thousands of cavalry in the rear turned around and fought to death, but they seemed powerless in front of the well-equipped Ming army. When they rushed back in front of them, they were shot more than half of the Ming army's arrows and firearms because of the dense formation. After entering the hand-to-hand battle, they soon fell into the vast ocean of the Ming army.

From afternoon to dusk, the bald man could lead 5,000 cavalry to withdraw from the rave and run away, and the rest of the hartan cavalry was completely destroyed.