Da Wei Chun

Chapter 205 Never regret a hundred deaths, only fight to the death

Mr. Lang, is this going to take the lead and lead the army to meet the enemy?

Li Liang panicked, and with a "plop", he knelt straight on the ground.

"Lang Jun is the commander-in-chief of an army, and the safety of tens of thousands of troops depends on him...Lang Jun, you must not take risks..."

"Dangerous? Hahaha... Li Liang, you really think highly of me, don't you know how much I cherish my life, sir?"

Li Chengzhi's voice was very soft, but he smiled happily, "Don't worry, I won't be in danger, I still have to sit in command... I just took the time to come down to see you, are you scared out of your wits..."

With a joke in his mouth, Li Chengzhi handed the gun shield to Li Rui, and got on the horse.

Not just guns, but flags.

The flag is only three feet long, white and not white, yellow and not yellow, with no embroidered edges and no flag teeth, only the word "Li" written in ink in the middle.

The handwriting is beautiful, with iron and silver hooks, vigorous and powerful, but the flag is too rotten: not only is it stained with a lot of blood, but also has several holes. It looks old and dirty, and it is indescribably shabby and rustic.

Li Liang remembered it very clearly: when he was fighting against Yinguang, he couldn't even find the deputy banner in the fort, and Mr. Lang had no choice but to write such a temporary one while pulling the curtain.

Later, they used this side to conquer the Song family and pacify Zhaoxuan Temple.Then Li Bai was trapped under the city, and when he fought to the death with all his strength, he still used this side.

The blood and holes on it are from that time.

After that time, Mr. Lang made a poisonous oath: If he never avenges Li Bai and his clansmen who died in battle, the Li family will not change the new flag for a day.

During the siege of Chaona, when Suo Siwen was killed and Jiang Rang was killed, the commander of the Chinese army stood up with this flag.

When facing Li Wenzhong and the decisive battle in the north of Jingyang, this flag was still flying.

After the army was stationed in Jingyang and merged into Hu Baozong's fifth brigade of black armor soldiers, under the repeated persuasion of Yang Shu, Zhang Jingzhi, and Guo Cunxin, they said that tens of thousands of soldiers should be used as a commander, which would damage the army's prestige.Li Chengzhi reluctantly replaced the broken flag with a large white silk banner more than ten feet long.

At this time, Li Chengzhi actually took him out again?

Once upon a time, Li's private soldiers had no more than three hundred soldiers, and less than a hundred armors, but they encountered several times, ten times as strong enemies, did they ever feel afraid or feel sad?

Today, the Baijia Battalion has more than [-] strong soldiers, and the armor is strong and sharp, almost armed to the teeth. It is more than a hundred times stronger than before going up Kongtong Mountain?
But just met thousands of bewildered monks and thieves, all of them turned pale and fearful?
These monks and soldiers are also human beings, they don't have three heads and six arms, and they don't have copper skin and iron bones. No matter how fierce, ruthless, and fearless of death, they are still flesh and blood. If you cut your neck with a knife, you will still die...

Li Liang felt so guilty, he was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, he was so choked up that he couldn't even speak: "Lang Jun..."

"Actually, you all know that, sir, I am also very afraid of death, but what can I do?"

Li Chengzhi smiled softly, "But even I am afraid, what should you do? If you are afraid again, what should you do with this tens of thousands of troops and the tens of thousands of people behind you?
To put it another way, even if these hundreds of thousands of people have nothing to do with me, Li Chengzhi, what about the Li clan, thousands of old and weak women and children?What about the parents, brothers, and relatives in the city?Abandon them and let me escape alone?Li Liang, sir, I really can't do it..."

Li Chengzhi raised his head, and slowly swept towards the state city, the surrounding area, and the direction of his ancestral home, and finally sighed leisurely: "I don't regret a hundred deaths, but I will fight to the death..."

Hearing that he was clearly saying that he was afraid of death, but for some reason, Li Liang only felt a wave of heat rushing to his heart, his eyes seemed not to be his own, and hot tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Li Liang, let's fight to the death!"

Li Chengzhi smiled warmly: "Even if you really died in battle today, you and I dare to pat our chests and say: I am worthy of my ancestors, and I am worthy of future generations..."

"I understand..."

Li Liang wiped away his tears, stood up straight, straightened his chest, and screamed angrily with all his strength: "Fight to the death!"

Li Chengzhi smiled slightly: "Yes, fight to the death!"

Holding the broken flag in his hand, Li Zhang raised his hand to the sky and roared loudly: "Fight to the death!"

Li Rui drew out the horizontal knife and slapped his breastplate forcefully. His facial features were twisted together, and his thin face was full of ferocity: "Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death..."

"Fight to the death..."

"Fight to the death..."

The roar became higher and higher, spreading wider and wider, spreading to every corner of the barracks.

Most of the soldiers just shouted along, although they didn't know what happened.But everyone understands that this is a military order to fight to the death with monks and thieves.

I don't know if it was infected by the roar, and the last trace of blood was aroused. The soldiers who were frightened and trembling, suddenly no longer afraid.

Those who raised their shields raised their shields, those who held their guns raised their spears, and those who drew their knives drew their knives. They would rush towards the slowly approaching monk formation as soon as the drums sounded.

"Look... look, that flag... that flag..."

I don't know who called out, and the surrounding soldiers raised their heads subconsciously.

Three white-armored knights were galloping past the front of the formation. The leading white knight was holding a broken flag, one strong and one thin guarding the left and right.

Hmm...why does this flag look so familiar?
No, this is the commander's earliest commander's flag.

All the soldiers of the dynasty are the ones who received the food under this flag, joined the army, and made oaths...

The members of the Li family and the Song family, the monks of Zhaoxuan Temple, and the soldiers of Chaona, which ones have never followed this broken flag in a bloody battle?

Whenever going out to battle, which time did you not swear an oath under the banner here?
After returning from a battle, how often did you not break the banner here to reward the army and make contributions?
When not fighting, this broken flag will be hung in the middle of the barracks outside the city of Chaona. Every day when you go out to exercise and return to the camp, no matter whether you are on foot or on horseback, you will be under this flag.

But when there is free time, the commander-in-chief, Guo Jijiu, and Sima in the army will preach and teach under the flag here...

So many hurdles have been overcome, but he just came to this door, but he was so scared that he trembled?

Recalling the past, all the soldiers were overwhelmed with excitement and pride, and the fear in their hearts was swept away.

Suddenly someone said in surprise: "The person holding the flag seems to be Mr. Lang? No, it's the commander..."

Hearing the exclamation, someone reacted.

The guards on the left and right, as thin as a sick monkey and as strong as an iron tower, are clearly the commander's personal guards, Li Rui and Li Zhang.

And the white rider who was holding the flag first was suddenly Li Chengzhi...

Li Chengzhi ran to the team with the most soldiers of the Li clan, and suddenly stopped his horse, looked at the white armored soldiers with a smile, and said with a loud smile, "Boys, do you dare to fight to the death?"

This line of laughter seemed to overwhelm all the roars, and the phalanx of hundreds of people fell silent suddenly, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Afterwards, the adjacent left and right teams: they suddenly stopped shouting when they saw the neighboring team, and stopped roaring involuntarily, and looked suspiciously at the three cavalry standing in front of the formation and talking to them.

The thin one is Li Rui, the strong one is Li Zhang, and the one carrying the flag is clearly the commander in chief...

"Fight to the death..."

As an old soldier of the Li family raised his spear high and let out a roar of excitement, the excitement and enthusiasm seemed to infect the entire army.

There is a commander here, leading them to meet the enemy, what is there to be afraid of?

Not to mention the "sick Buddha" who is only alive, even if the real Buddha comes, he will definitely be torn into pieces...

Looking at the soldiers who were frantic and uneasy, like wild beasts, with red eyes and howling, Li Chengzhi nodded vigorously: "Come together!"

Li Rui pointed at the saber: "The commander has orders, let's go together!"

Li Zhang followed closely behind: "Couple!"

"Together...together...together..."

The ups and downs of the order spread throughout the army, and the four thousand steps moved in unison.

"歘歘歘歘..."

Following the sound of a few neat and powerful footsteps, and a loud "boom", the queues that originally had intervals between each row, leaving gaps for archers to shoot arrows, quickly joined together.

That loud "boom" was the sound of the steel armors of the soldiers in the ranks colliding together.

The whole process hardly exceeded three breaths.

The White Armored Army, or that White Armored Army...

Li Chengzhi tightly suppressed the agitation in his heart, turned around abruptly, pointed at the monk soldiers who were only a few feet away with a broken flag: "Come in!"

This is already the front line of the army formation, and there is no shelter in front of it.

Four or five zhang away, countless monks and guards held guns and bowed their waists, surrounding them like a pack of wolves.

Li Chengzhi could already see the ferocious smiles on the faces of the monks and guards in the front row, and the fierce look in their eyes...

But he didn't have the slightest intention in his heart.

"kill!"

The whole army roared in unison, holding their spears tightly with both hands, and then using the barrel of the gun, they knocked hard on the square shield hanging around their necks and on their wrists.

This is a military salute and an order.

"Dong, dong, dong!" The drum of the Chinese army rang three times, and then it took two breaths to beat the attacking drum.

"Boom boom boom... boom boom boom..."

The first two hits are on the head of the drum, the third is on the edge of the drum, and the fourth is on the back of the drum.

Like playing drums, the sound is very rhythmic.

With the beat of the drums, the formation of the White Armored Army was neat and orderly, and there was no disorder in the formation.

Besides, there were thousands of people in the whole army, and there was no more noise, like a group of ferocious beasts on the verge of an outbreak, welcoming the monks and soldiers in hemp robes.

Yang Shu was numb from the shock, gasping for breath.

After being shocked for a while, he faintly felt that something was wrong.

It was also a "fight to the death", why did it sound like a roar before, but it seemed to cheer after that?
It's not that they've already won.

This is just the beginning of the fight against the enemy, the outcome is not yet decided, life and death are uncertain, what is there to be happy about?
He looked at it for a long time but didn't see why, he only saw the phalanx of thousands of people advancing side by side to meet the monks and guards.

Even in the process of marching, the array still seemed to be drawn with a ruler, and it happened to let the three white cavalry passing the Zhiqi order.

Yang Shu asked suspiciously: "Why did the white-armored soldiers suddenly become so morale after the two battles that they were so apprehensive just now? Is it because of the broken flag?"

It's just bullshit.

The bloodstain on it would be almost the same if it was Li Chengzhi's...

"It's not the flag, it's Li Chengzhi..."

Zhang Jingzhi's teeth were about to be gritted in hatred, "You didn't recognize it, so who is holding the flag?"

Yang Shu was taken aback.

Apart from being amazed at why the morale and fighting spirit of the Baijia camp suddenly changed drastically, he kept staring at the monk camp that was close at hand, trying to figure out what method Liu Huiwang used to make all the believers look dead Rusheng, so he didn't take a closer look at who was holding the broken flag.

Let's look at it now, who else is it not Li Chengzhi?

"Is he going to die?" Yang Shu was anxious and angry, and scolded sharply, "And you, are you blind or blind? Li Chengzhi, if anything happens, the Baijia camp will collapse more than before. Those soldiers are still fast..."

Cursing, Yang Shu hurriedly descended the watchtower, "What are you still doing, waiting to die?"

Looking at Li Chengzhi standing in the army formation, Zhang Jingzhi gritted his teeth and followed Yang Shu down the ladder.

In just the time it took to get down from the watchtower, the white-armored formation had advanced five or six feet.

Seeing that the position where Li Chengzhi was standing was already at the end of the formation, and he was holding the broken flag like a needle in the sea, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Li Chengzhi doesn't suddenly have a fever...

"Your Majesty, Sima, I have orders from you, please wait in the camp with peace of mind, there will be good news from time to time..."

Li Cong stayed downstairs, making a bow neither humble nor overbearing.

Behind him, there are more than a dozen armored soldiers, standing neatly on all sides, like four walls, enclosing the ladder in the middle.

The two looked at each other, and their expressions changed in horror: it turned out that when the soldiers left the camp, Li Chengzhi made arrangements and didn't want them to make trouble.

But what's the use of staying in the camp, if the Baijia camp is defeated, how can they survive?
It's better to have a quick kill and do your best...

"fart?"

Yang Shu said furiously, "The old man is taller and older than him, what qualifications does Li Chengzhi have to order the old man? Get out of the way for me..."

Li Cong is really depressed: Mr. Lang dare not order you, but he dares to order me?

He bowed down again: "Master, I hope you will not be a villain..."

"Little man? Even the old man dares to stop me, I think you are so brave..." Yang Shu's eyebrows and beard trembled wildly, holding a knife in one hand, threatening Li Cong, "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for turning your face ?”

Mr. Lang has already confessed, not to mention old man, you are putting on airs, even if you are serious, I am not afraid...

Li Cong sighed secretly, swept left and right, and shouted: "I'm tied..."

Yang Shu's eyeballs were almost protruding: "This old man is Yang Yanrong, the official residence of Longdong County..."

"Lang Jun said, it's useless for the king of heaven to come..." Li Cong muttered, and wanted to jump up after taking the rope.

"Stop... Li Cong stop..."

Zhang Jingzhi stopped in the middle fiercely, and gave Li Cong a hard look, "I'll settle the score with you later..."

Then he persuaded Yang Shu: "Go upstairs...you're really going to be tied up, let alone kill the enemy, you won't even be able to see..."

Yang Shu's face was as angry as a pig's liver, knowing that Li Chengzhi must have issued the death order, and these guards would be so bold, so there is nowhere to vent their anger?
"It's reversed... Could it be that Li Chengzhi is reversed..." He jumped in circles and shouted angrily, but the dozen or so guards just respectfully lowered their heads and didn't answer at all.

"The angry old man also..." Yang Shu gritted his teeth resentfully, but was dragged up by Zhang Jingzhi.

I don't know if it was tired or angry, but when he climbed into the watchtower, Yang Shu panted like an old cow who had plowed several acres of land.

"Not to mention pulling the old man..."

Listening to his complaints, Zhang Jingzhi just did nothing and didn't move.

Suspicious, Yang Shu leaned forward, and just took a look, as if drunk, a feeling of dizziness rushed to his head.

Not afraid, but surprised.

I have fought for half my life, and I have never seen such a strange situation today.

How much time has passed since they misunderstood that Li Chengzhi wanted to risk himself, went down the watchtower in a panic, was blocked by Li Cong, and was pushed up again?
Standing in a low place at that time, I couldn't see clearly, and I didn't hear the sound of killing, I just thought that the two armies hadn't engaged in battle yet.

But looking at it now, the severed limbs that had already been killed were everywhere, and the blood was flying everywhere... It was obvious that he had been killed for a long time.

On the huge battlefield, the array has already been spread out, with a width of fifty feet. Adding up the two armies, the front and rear formations and the depth are nearly two or three li.

And on such a large battlefield, with nearly ten thousand soldiers fighting, how many shouts of killing and screams can't be heard?
The spear blade, which was more than a foot long, pierced the seams of the armor, the neck, and the eye sockets. The faces of the monks and soldiers changed drastically in pain, and their facial features were hideous, but they would rather grit their teeth and groan than breathe out.

If he could not hear his own heartbeat and Zhang Jingzhi's panting, Yang Shu would almost have thought he was deaf.

His horrified voice changed: "Why... so?"

"I don't know either!" Zhang Jingzhi breathed out fiercely, "Li Chengzhi never asked soldiers not to scream when fighting... I think the white armor soldiers were completely aroused by Li Chengzhi, thinking that even monks and thieves would stop shouting, I naturally And don't shout..."

"Is the old man asking about the Baijia Battalion? They are all stained with the blood of the enemy, and they are not their own. Why did they call?"

Yang Shu said angrily: "The old man is asking about that monk?"

Zhang Jingzhi was not annoyed, and thought for a while before he said: "In Li Chengzhi's words, perhaps these monks and thieves have been poisoned in their brains, and they are no longer like those rebels who shouted 'rebirth in bliss' to strengthen their courage..."

How else can I explain it?

Yang Shu gritted his teeth and squeezed Zhang Jingzhi to make room for him.

The two stood on the threshold, seeing nearly ten thousand soldiers colliding together like a torrent, they didn't know how to express their feelings at this time.

They knew that the Baijia Battalion was very strong, they had won many battles, and each victory was weirder than the last. It was not the first time that tens of thousands were lost and thousands were wiped out.

But if they really want to say where the Baijia army is strong, Yang Shu and Zhang Jingzhi will at most say: Jia has a strong sword, morale is like a rainbow, and the fighting spirit is unparalleled!
Maybe there will be suspicions in private: Bai Jia's business spirit is too strong, so far, he has never fought a tough battle, and he doesn't know how to fight against a real strong army?
Today, they finally know.

The monks and thieves all over the mountains...

Although the army formation is uneven, there is not much strategy to speak of in the offensive, they only know how to charge forward and kill forward.But the smirk on his face, the murderous intent in his eyes, and even the stabbing of the gun in his neck, he managed to refrain from screaming, how could it not make people feel terrified?

What's more, these thousands of monks and soldiers are still wearing armor, walking and cavalry, although there are all kinds of weapons, including spears and knives, staffs and hammers, but they are all made of fine iron.

If this is not a strong enemy, then what kind of enemy can be called a strong enemy?
But no matter how ferocious these monks and soldiers' expressions are, how hard they grit their teeth, and how hard they charge, the white-armored phalanx lined up by [-] infantry is like an iron wall. .

Seeing the strangulation together, but the two battles were clearly separated, Yang Shu and Zhang Jingzhi could only gasp.

It was the first time for the two of them to see the spear array that Li Chengzhi mentioned more than once:

A team of one hundred people lined up in four rows, with 25 people in each row.

Five teams form a brigade, forming a square team, and two brigades form a battalion, forming a square formation.

The four camps are combined to form a "mouth" shape, forming a huge hollow formation with thousands of people on each side, forty rows wide and 25 rows thick.

Among them were five hundred carriages, five hundred archers, and more than a dozen crossbow machines and stone cannons...

If you look down from a high place, the feeling of shock is the strongest. It seems to be scratched by a ruler, or it is like a huge iron block that was cast out of iron and sawn out. It is square and neat. .

Regardless of front, back, left, or right, people are almost always pushing against people. How do you charge in such a formation?
Even if the first one can be killed, the second one can immediately make up for it, and after killing the second one, there will be a third one... unless the strength is strong enough to smash through a queue of 25 people tightly packed together.

Not to mention people, bears and elephants will not work.

What's more, the monk soldiers couldn't even touch the front row of the white armor soldiers three feet in front of them.

The front five rows of long spears are held horizontally, the length of the five-foot-long spear is only three feet in the hand, and the spearman's outer spear is two feet long... It means that the first row of spearmen can reach out and poke the enemy one foot or two feet away .

But how long are the rebel guns?

It's as tall as a foot.

If you lose three feet in your hand, there are still seven feet left, which means that the spear head of the first row of white armor has stabbed you to death, and then stabbed the person behind you, but your spear point is still three or four feet away from the enemy...

It's not that the rebels can't make long guns, and the mountains and plains are full of trees, and it's easy to make the barrel of a gun two feet long.

But the question is, how many kilograms must a gun barrel that is two feet long be loaded with a gun head that weighs several kilograms?

Where should the hand be held in order to maintain the balance of the gun body and still have spare power to kill the enemy?
Of course, the barrel of the gun is easy to make, but what is not easy to make is to install it at the end of the gun, so that the soldier can kill the enemy with the extended gun body as long as possible, and the gun grip can maintain the center of gravity.

Li Chengzhi studied repeatedly, reducing and reducing, but the weight of a long spear is still more than ten catties...

Otherwise, there are more than [-] households in the five counties of Longdong, and tens of thousands of people. Why did Li Chengzhi choose [-] soldiers?
Liu Huiwang is not even Li Chengzhi. If you talk about blacksmithing today, you can make it tomorrow. You can make it in whatever shape you want, and how long you want to make it...

So don't talk about charging, the monks and guards can't even reach the body of the white armored soldiers.

The monks and soldiers all bared their teeth, looking so fierce that they wished they could pounce on the white armored soldier and bite off the neck of the white armored soldier.But on closer inspection, it was nearly ten feet away. The monk's gun was still three feet away from the white-armored soldier, and the point of the gun of the first row of spearmen pierced the monk's neck and thigh.

Some pierced the Zha Jia, but the spear weighing more than ten catties was extremely powerful, and it was like being hit by a hammer when it was nailed to the body.

The monk soldier grimaced from being hit, but there was still someone behind him, and he couldn't fall even if he wanted to fall, so he could only be squeezed and continued to charge forward.

But the second time and the third time were not so lucky, the point of the white armored soldier's spear directly pierced his face...

Some monk soldiers had sharp eyes and saw the gap between the left and right long spears and got in, but they forgot that the white armored soldiers were almost close to the people in front and behind, and the second shot was hidden at most two feet behind the first shot.

After that, there is a third shot...

Others were smarter, or accidentally escaped the spears in the first three rows, and when they gritted their teeth and rushed towards the spearmen in the front, they suddenly felt a pain in their necks...

The gunmen in the second row lost their guns for some reason, holding a horizontal knife in their hands, and the knife was still dripping with blood...

Even if you can rush in, it's actually useless.

The white-armored soldier is full of armor, with a visor on his helmet and greaves on his legs, the only thing exposed outside, except for his hands and feet, is only a pair of eyes...

(End of this chapter)