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- w Of course this was something that had to be fought. Feng Sanbao fought all the way up, and there were not two large-scale fights. It was not the first time that military households wanted to go out and solicit this kind of business.
If you don¡¯t fight back, it¡¯s better to pack up and go home.
There were less than 500 people in the Yanding team. After several days of emergency mobilization, more than 350 people came, and almost all of them were good fighters.
It would be unbelievable if we can't defeat more than a hundred military households like this.
"Listen, these poor soldiers don't have muskets, bows and arrows, or swords and cards. They just have spears. What's the use of them? With spears like this, if you run back and forth diagonally, hooking them into disarray, what's the point? If you get within ten steps, the spear will be useless, and he will have to retreat before he can stab you again. If you attack him with a short knife, within five steps, he will have to abandon the spear and turn around, otherwise he will stab a bloody hole!"
Looking at the salt cubes around him, Feng Erchuang said sternly: "Don't be afraid. The more afraid you are, the easier it is to die. If you get close, we will win. The deputy Qianhu opposite also had a good idea, and more than a hundred people formed a knot. The gun formation just wants to scare us away, he¡¯s so beautiful!¡±
"Haha, Brother Chuang is so powerful!"
¡°You¡¯re right to hear what Brother Chuang said.¡±
The saltmen were undisciplined and shouted randomly, and the leaders nodded in approval, thinking that these people had boosted morale.
On the other side of the confrontation, there was still silence.
This key formation and queue, as well as this terrible silence, were deliberately ignored by Feng Erchuang. In his opinion, the most important thing is the number of people and the favorable location. After all, he was a junior officer in Liaodong, so he still understood these most basic military common sense.
"Damn it. You bastards, brothers. Come on!"
After waiting for a short while, there was no movement from the military household opposite, still standing quietly. Feng Erchuang, who was irritated by this silence, flew into a rage. He waved the long knife in his hand and said loudly: "Give it to me. Get it all." Kill it for me!"
There is no man's land on the left and right here, and there are no bystanders except for a few idle men who followed. Besides, the world is in such chaos. Neither the court nor the local government would care about such a trivial matter of private salt dealers killing each other. As soon as the salt dealers listened to the order, they became murderous. Many of them screamed and waved their weapons, just taking advantage of the high slope to climb down. With great strength, he rushed towards the spear array formed by the military households on the opposite side.
Sun Shizhong also heard what Feng Erchuang said just now. This salt leader also has one or two shabu-shabu and is well aware of the shortcomings of the spear array.
The Ming army has always regarded the spear formation as useless, because these understandings and the spear formation do have shortcomings.
But they didn¡¯t think about it. By using training and formation to control the spearmen and facing the enemy in a complete formation, the power of the spears will naturally be doubled.
A relaxed smile appeared on his face and he didn¡¯t say anything. The truth was stated thousands of times before the war.
If you want a good life, risk your life!
Seeing that the saltmen were moving, Sun Shizhong jumped off the horse and slapped the horse hard on the butt. The bay-red horse was in pain and galloped away from the formation.
This move further stimulated the morale of the army. The commander gave up his war horse, which meant that he wanted to live and die with the soldiers.
Standing on the left side of the queue, Sun Shizhong drew his knife in his hand and stared at the saltmen rushing down like an avalanche.
Two hundred steps.
One hundred steps.
Twenty steps.
When the time came, he raised the sword with all his strength, exhausted all the strength in his chest and abdomen, and shouted: "Gun formation, move forward, keep your guns level and ready."
I have long been practiced in this kind of formation training of moving forward. The area under the slope is extremely wide, which is exactly the distance for more than a hundred spearmen to be divided into two rows. When they heard the order, all the soldiers screamed "Huaha" "With a sound, he leveled the long spear held diagonally in his hand, and then strode forward.
The whole movement is neat and uniform, as if it were done by one person.
The towering spear array instantly moved forward. Seeing this, Yan Ding, who was rushing down, everyone wanted to dodge, but the battlefield was so big, and they were flashing left and right, surrounded by their own people, where could they dodge?
But the soldier with the flat-end spear strode forward. Seeing the range of the spear, Sun Shizhong shouted: "First row, move forward, stab!"
"prick!"
"Aim at the target and stab!"
The moment they heard the order, all the flag officers gave the order at the same time, and every member of the first row stabbed the spear in their hands hard!
¡°Pfft, pfft!¡±
Almost at the same time, the approaching saltmen were stabbed by dozens of spears. Amidst bursts of popping sounds, at least thirty people were stabbed at the same time. While the blood spurted, miserable howls sounded one after another.
BloodIt flowed down the tip of the spear, and the veterans in the team could still hold on. The recruits' faces turned pale when they saw such a scene for the first time.
But Sun Shizhong would not give them time to think. The second order had already been called out: "Second row, step forward and stab!"
Between the two rows, everyone¡¯s position is misaligned, so that the first row also gives the second row room to poke forward.
The saltmen behind did not know that although the first encounter resulted in heavy casualties, they saw that the opponent's spear had already been thrust out, and the distance was too close to allow another stab, so many saltmen showed their faces. In ecstasy, Feng Erchuang, the leader waiting behind the formation, was also shouting wildly, ordering Yan Ding to pounce forward.
The one who pounces the hardest is the one who dies the fastest. The thrusts from the second row happened to hit the salt men who thought they could get close. The thin cotton jackets they were wearing were not enough to block the sharp spear points. Almost every shot could penetrate these guys or hit them in the air. There was a bloody hole in his body as big as a fist.
Blood flowed out quickly, and many Yanding had incredible expressions on their faces. Looking at the wounds on their bodies, they seemed not to believe that this was what happened to them.
War is like this. Everyone thinks that someone else will die. When they find out that they may die, their will and spirit completely collapse.
Some salt men began to turn around and run away. Compared to many armies of this era. Their performance is not weak, and many of them are even good at it. If they can really get close smoothly, I believe they will show off their impressive skills.
But in front of the rock-like military formation. These stragglers were bound to suffer a shameful defeat.
"First row, stab again!"
After two rounds of assassinations, at least fifty people were killed or injured. Those who died on the spot were lucky. Those who were rolling on the ground, stabbed in the internal organs but not dead for a while, were struggling in hell, unable to scream in pain. His eyes were rolled white, and he was desperately grabbing something with his hands. His nails were digging at the ground, and he almost turned over But this kind of pain was compared to the bloody holes in his body caused by the tip of the gun. It¡¯s really nothing.
These guns were all just made by the craftsmen of Zhangjiabao. The sharp and streamlined gun bodies are very suitable for piercing the human body and bleeding. Even if the stabbed person is not injured, he has lost his combat effectiveness and lies on the ground. of bleeding.
If there is no treatment, death is just a matter of time.
Faced with such casualties, an organization like Yanding cannot bear it.
¡°Many people screamed, and even many tall and thick men cried. They have never experienced such a scene, nor have they even imagined it.
There were fights between three and five people, hacking and killing of a dozen people, and melee between dozens of people. At most, it's swords and guns versus sticks, or daggers and axes. It's all about experience and strength, courage and determination. These salt warriors are all lacking, so they are sure to win every battle and never suffer a single loss.
But what we are fighting for today is organization and formation, tactics and will, in this regard. Where is Yanding's opponent?
"Everyone has listened, keep the formation, catch up to the high slope, and continue to assassinate the enemy!"
On the land that was soaked with blood in an instant, Sun Shizhong still raised his sword high and issued military orders in an orderly manner.
According to Qi Jiguang, the Ming army must reorganize its formation every ten steps forward, otherwise the formation will fall apart. Perhaps Sun Shizhong's men were too few in number, but at least he was pleased to see that everyone was still standing in a row and their movements were still uniform. Even if he quickened his pace to pursue, the two gun formations still remained relatively parallel and parallel. Misplaced position.
If he practices for another month and a half, he will be confident that no matter how many people there are and how complex the terrain is, his soldiers will still maintain a perfect formation.
Yes, he can, and his subordinates can definitely do it too!
Under the command of Sun Shizhong, the salt soldiers continued to pursue. Under their guns, batches of salt soldiers fell one after another. The gunmen's breathing became heavier, and the expressions on their faces became a little more ugly, but there was no hesitation in the pursuit.
Even after climbing the high slope, the formation was only slightly chaotic and could still generally maintain a decent arrangement.
On the other side of the high slope, the remaining saltmen did not flee in defeat, but collapsed.
"You guys wait, this hatred is irreconcilable, we will definitely fight back."
"Kill your whole family, you damn poor soldiers."
Both sides had no horses, but the salt warriors were already running away at full speed, running as fast as they could. Many of them even dropped their weapons in order to escape.?Some.
This battle was lost to death, but the casualties were not too heavy. We just had to find a way to make it back again.
Feng Erchuang had just been behind the formation and was now running in front, but he couldn't help but turn around and scold the formation as he ran. After all, today's defeat is really unbelievable and unbelievable.
To this Yanding leader, it is simply baffling. There are many people on my side, and they are all good at killing people in fights. They are also good at weapons and have an advantage in the terrain. The opponent is a fucking thorn, stabbing, stabbing again, that tall and powerful officer just won't stop. He shouted, stab, stab again, stab again!
??It was like this that he stabbed and stabbed, and he was actually defeated by these poor soldiers. His reputation for many years of business and his prestige in the Yanding team may be on the bottom of his shoes after this battle.
"Damn it, I have to get this back."
The escaping saltmen were already running like ducks, running everywhere, being led by Feng Erchuang, and the remaining saltmen also kept yelling and swearing.
"These people are vicious people, and nothing can resolve the anger in their hearts. Even if so many of their companions die in front of them, these people are still fierce and their curses are particularly unpleasant.
There is no doubt that as long as they rearrange themselves and replenish their manpower, they will definitely find a way to fight back.
"Free formation, pursue until you can no longer run."
Looking at the scattered fleeing enemies, Sun Shizhong smiled brightly.
Sun Dafu had just stabbed three people to death, and his spearmanship, which came from the bayonet assassination technique of later generations, had been mastered by this little flag officer. At this time, he laughed and said: "What a fool, it turns out that you are here too!"
"Hurry up and execute the military order!"
Sun Shizhong smiled, kicked this little flag officer with a good temper, and scolded him with a smile: "It's too late to run away, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain. You have to give me at least three more lives to come back."
"Okay, sir, don't worry!"
Sun Xiaoqi's morale was high after he realized he had figured it out. The spearmen also realized something. After giving the order to pursue freely, everyone rushed out with their spears.
Some people put down their long spears and picked up the short weapons dropped by Yan Ding. These weapons were sharp and easy to use, and they were much more comfortable to use to chase fleeing enemies than long spears.
Standing at such a high place and watching his subordinates chase the enemy like ducks, it was undoubtedly a very pleasing thing for Sun Shizhong. He had a smile on his face, almost like a child, and in Behind him, after passing through the bloody and muddy battlefield, the salt transport team standing on the high slope was also watching the scene in front of them. They saw the soldiers hacking the escaped salt workers to death one by one, and saw Sun Dafu using When the short knife slit Feng Erchuang's throat and cut off the head, there were waves of vomiting sounds behind Sun Shizhong.
After chasing for three moments, they chased the saltmen for seven or eight miles underground. Along the way, there were corpses of the saltmen with no heads or blood holes everywhere, including many leaders including Feng Erchuang. He was killed and his body was placed with ordinary salt cubes.
Their heads were worthless, as there was no reward and no way to report the crime. Later, the relatives gave up the habit of cutting off heads and just killed people.
After Sun Shizhong came over on horseback, a group of small flag officers covered in blood came to greet him.
Sun Dafu immediately asked: "Sir, what should I do with the body?"
"Search for money, search for items, and strip off clothes." Sun Shizhong's answer was simple and clear: "After finishing, the strong men of the salt transport team here dug a big hole and buried the body for me."
"Yes, sir!"
This group of salt tyrants was defeated by him, and all his subordinates cheered, and they would have a good life in the future. But there was no trace of a smile on Sun Shizhong's face.
His eyes were looking towards the south, which seemed to be the place heading to Fujian
Taiwan, Fujian. Sun Shizhong sighed deeply in his heart. When can I go back? He doesn't know, and no one can give him the answer. What does it mean if there is no answer?
He only knew that he had to stay here, and then patiently carried out his orders, patiently waiting for the final call to arrive.
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