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Chapter 1630: Will you regret leaving someone behind to cover the retreat?

No matter how strong the Brave and Resolute Army is, they are still just a group of soldiers. They are not gods. Even if one of them can fight two or three, or even ten, there is still a leader.

The Third Sentinel Corps only has a few dozen men, just 360 soldiers. Even if they are well-trained and brave, and their weapons and armor are excellent, what good is that?
Could it be that one can take on a hundred or a thousand?
The enemy cavalry arrived too quickly. Of the 360 ​​chariot soldiers, less than 30% fired three rounds of musket fire, while the remaining 70% only managed two rounds before the Tartars were already upon them.

Wang Tieren only fired two bullets with his own long gun. He placed the long gun on the ground next to him, where there was a small pit in the middle where the automatic firing mechanism was located, as if it had been dug in advance.

He grabbed the long axe from the ground, roared, and smashed it down with all his might. With a crisp "bang," the engine of the long gun was smashed to pieces.

Wang Tieren raised his long axe and roared "Kill!" as he charged headlong into the oncoming Tartar cavalry...

"Smash the guns...throw the grenades..." He leaped up, shouting even louder, "Fight the Tartars...kill those damned Tartar dogs!"

More than three hundred chariot soldiers of the Vermilion Bird Battalion almost simultaneously smashed the firing mechanism of their long guns, grabbed the cold weapons they had prepared beforehand, leaped out of the defensive line, and charged towards the oncoming Tartar soldiers.

They were like over three hundred vicious dogs, no... they should be over three hundred fierce tigers, and tigers that were ready to die and descend from the mountain, charging into a pack of wolves that filled the sky. Although they were brave and fierce, it was destined to be a road of no return!

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Wang Tie had just leaped out of the defensive line when a sharp arrow shot towards him. He quickly dodged to the side, the arrow grazing his cheek and leaving a bloody wound.

At this moment, his mind was filled with fervor, and he could no longer feel the pain. He was filled with anger and hatred towards the Jianzhou Tartars. Wang Tieren had completely abandoned life and death, and he interpreted the bravery of the Yongyi Army soldiers with his spirit of facing death without fear.

He suddenly ducked and swung his axe horizontally, instantly severing the leg of a Mongol Tartar horse charging in front. With a "thud," the horse collapsed to the ground, and the Tartar rider on its back also fell to the ground.

Regardless of the Tartar's life or death, Wang Tieren brandished his long axe and plunged headlong into the Tartar cavalry formation. Wang Zhigang, the sentry officer following closely behind him, swung his hammer down, and the Tartar soldier who had fallen from his horse died with his brains splattered.

Wang Zhigang, with a leather shield in his left hand and a short hammer in his right, followed closely behind Wang Tieren. Although he tried to rush forward to protect Wang Tieren several times, he was blocked by arrows shot by the Tartars, or by javelins and flying axes thrown by them, and he could not succeed.

He shouted in desperation, but to no avail. He was quickly overwhelmed by the vast Mongol cavalry and could no longer even catch a glimpse of his deputy commander, Wang Tieren.

Honestly, the Zhuque Battalion's supply wagon soldiers are truly brave. If they were facing an equal number of Mongol cavalry, they might not necessarily be defeated. But today is different; they are facing Mongol cavalry that outnumber them by ten times.

Defeat was inevitable, and even God could not reverse it. They were all prepared to die, and were simply fulfilling their mission by delaying the Mongol cavalry as much as possible.

Everyone's mission may be different...

For example, Wang Tieren was loyal to Zhang Cheng, the Earl of Yongning, and Wang Zhigang was always protecting his deputy commander in the army. Other officers and squad leaders also had their own missions. Even the worst of them were working hard for the monthly military pay. There was always a reason to support them.

But no matter what their mission was, the final result was the same—just like the words that the sentry Yin Tiezhu shouted on his deathbed: "Brothers, I'll go first, to die for the Earl of Yongning. My life has been worthwhile!"

A scholar will die for one who understands him, and a woman will adorn herself for one who appreciates her!

In this lifetime, how difficult is it to find a leader who truly appreciates you? Let alone a leader who is both compassionate and righteous.
It can be said with certainty that in the seemingly vast territory of the Ming Dynasty, there is no one else who can treat his soldiers like the Earl of Yongning—fair in rewards and punishments, pay them monthly without any deductions, never delay in the compensation for the wounded and the dead, and do his best to take care of the widows and orphans of the soldiers—that is truly unique!
With their commander acting in this manner, the brave and resolute soldiers would naturally obey orders strictly, fight fearlessly, and resolutely shoulder the mission of covering the rear without hesitation.

Wang Tieren wielded his long axe and killed two Mongol cavalrymen in succession, and felled five or six Mongol soldiers' warhorses. But when he turned around and shouted, he found that there was no one behind him, and he was surrounded by Mongol soldiers.

Without a trace of fear on his face, he grinned and roared, "Haha... Now you know how powerful your Grandpa Yin is!"

Sentry officer Wang Zhigang charged toward the location he remembered Wang Tieren was. He originally had fifty or sixty soldiers following him, but by the end, only seven or eight remained.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion not far to his left. He roared and charged forward, oblivious to being pierced by the Tartars' spears, shouting, "Vice Commander, I'm coming!"

Sure enough, after breaking through the Tartar soldiers' encirclement, Wang Zhigang actually found the deputy commander Wang Tieren he had been longing to see...

At this moment, Wang Tieren's entire body was covered in red, with more than ten arrows hanging on his armor. It was impossible to tell how deep they had penetrated, but the obvious wounds on his back and left arm were clearly visible. Even his armor was torn, which showed how serious his injuries were.

"Kill...kill...kill!"

Wang Tieren was completely out of control, his speech becoming increasingly slurred, except for the word "kill," which he enunciated with remarkable precision. With each swing of his long axe, blood gushed from the wounds on his back and left arm, the amount of which he had already lost was unknown...

Wang Zhigang mustered all his strength and rushed forward, leaning his back against the back of Deputy Commander Wang Tieren, becoming his support and protecting him from falling!

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Several screams rang out, and four or five more soldiers following Wang Zhigang were cut down by the Mongol Tartars. The remaining three soldiers also gathered around, and the five of them formed a small circle back to back.

Facing dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of Mongol soldiers around them, Wang Tieren, Wang Zhigang, and the other four were not afraid at all. They stood in the encirclement with all their might. Although their faces were not as ferocious as before, their eyes were more resolute than before.

"Wang Zhigang, you stayed behind to cover our retreat. Do you regret it now?"

"No regrets. It's worth dying for, even if it means fighting alongside Vice Commander Wang to kill slaves!"

"No regrets...no regrets..."

"it is good."

Wang Tieren suddenly grinned and laughed: "Let's have one last competition and see who kills more slaves."

"Kill...kill!"

Wang Tieren and Wang Zhigang resolutely charged towards the surrounding Mongol soldiers...