The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 11 The Enemy Meets
Seeing Ding Yi's style of play, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

If you fight like this, maybe you really have a chance to live?Everyone's eyes gradually brightened.

Then Ding Yi gave the knife to Xiao Yongqiu, and called two sergeants to join Sein Fei.

Divide a bag of limes per person.

Wei Jiye and Zhao Dashan raised their shields and pretended to be Tartars.

"Kill the enemy." The two yelled, rushing forward from more than ten meters away.

"Listen to my orders." Seinfeld kept everyone steady.

Xiao Yongqiu and the others looked nervous.

Wait for the two to rush within seven or eight meters.

"Throw." Seinfeld yelled, and the four of them threw it together.

Crash, the sky was completely white.

Wei Jiye and Zhao Dashan bowed their heads and closed their eyes, and quickly backed away.

"Kill." Sein Fei bent down, and everyone bent down after him, slapping, chopping on the ground one after another.

Listening to the cry, the three of them moved mechanically, and it was the first time they acted in unison.

With the last kill, the four of them slashed together, but there was quite a momentum.

The onlookers were all refreshed, as if they had seen a strong soldier.

Zhang Jing rolled his eyes back and forth, his face full of shock.

"You, you threw it too low just now. You must have thrown it on the opponent's shield. It must be higher." Ding Yi pointed to a sergeant at this time and said, "Try to go over their foreheads. Don't be afraid to throw it high. There will be wind to help you." us."

Ding Yi couldn't talk to them about inertia, he could only say that there was wind.

"And you, just now the knife in your left hand didn't switch to your right hand, so you cut it directly, so how powerful is your right hand?"

The two sergeants were obedient.

"Practice again." Seinfeld said angrily.

"Go to the side and practice a few more times." Ding Yi dismissed them.

Ding Yi has 21 people in total.

He will put four on the pier, two guns and two bows.

The four men with knives, the two women are not counted, and Li Zhongyi, who lit the fire, was removed.

There are also two old military households who are over 40 years old.

In this way, he still has eight people and seven guns in his hands.

Ding Yi divided another younger and thinner one and let him hold the rope.

The gate of the pier faces south, and the wind direction is east-west at this time.

They drove two wooden stakes into the ground on the east side of the door, then pulled up two ropes, and covered them with fine soil to cover up the marks.

The rope was put on the ground first, and when the tartars entered the door to fight, after the lime was sprinkled, Li Zhongyi opened the mouth and pulled the rope with the thin soldier at the same time.

The remaining seven people were divided into two teams, including Ding Yi holding a gun each.

Ding Yi himself was holding a spear sharpened from a wooden stick.

There are two spears in the pier, one for each team.

One pole is owned by Zhang Jing, and the other pole is owned by Yebu, whose surname is Li.

There are three people in Zhang Jing's team, and four people in Ding Yi and Li's team.

"Take the shield." Li Zhongyi and the other person were not holding shields at this time.

Ding Yi led three people, holding guns in reverse, with a cloth belt tied to the end of the guns, with lime on it.

"Shoulder to shoulder."

"Listen to my password."

"Raise the gun."

"Low, you low, look at my position."

"I poke as I say, I poke the head, you poke the waist, you poke the leg, you poke the foot—do you understand?"

Ding Yi said it several times, and everyone understood.

"Follow me, poke." Ding Yi strode forward, whoosh, just raise the gun.

Everyone stabbed.

Li Zhongyi and the man yelled and blocked with their shields.

The three of them stabbed and stopped moving.

That material Ding Yi kept yelling: "Poke, poke, poke."

Only then did the three react.

Following closely behind Ding Yi, he stepped forward step by step, swishing, swishing, stabbing down again and again.

"Don't stop, poke fast, and close even faster, regardless of whether you hit it or not."

"Poke, poke, poke." Ding Yi shouted, and everyone poked like crazy.

Li Zhongyi and the two were in a hurry, they were able to block the top, but they couldn't block the bottom. After a while, they were stabbed with several white spots.

Zhang Jing watched and listened, his intuition was unimaginable, and a thought suddenly came to his mind, if anyone becomes an enemy of Ding Yi in the future, I am afraid that he will not have a good day.

"Tap, stab, stab!" Ding Yi yelled more than twenty times in one breath.

Everyone followed him like crazy and stabbed him more than twenty times.

That momentum shocked the audience.

Almost everyone thought they were a strong army.

Finally, after stabbing, the other three sat down on the ground, half dead from exhaustion.

"Listen, to the point."

"Poke fast, close fast, no matter whether you hit it or not, the more you hit it, the faster you have to close it."

"Don't be afraid if you get cut off by the Tatar knives, just keep stabbing them and messing with their hands and feet."

Then Ding Yi asked Zhang Jing and others to practice with them a few more times.

In less than 10 minutes, the morale of the field was greatly shaken, as if everyone was an elite soldier.

The spearmen in the middle also practiced throwing lime, and stabbing after throwing.

Zhang Jing looked very refreshed and thought, if this wave of throws hits, the tartars will let me stab a few to death.

For a moment, his confidence in winning the battle increased a bit, he quietly looked at Ding Yi, and he didn't know how Ding Yi's head grew, it was full of these dirty and shameless fighting styles, but he had to bear, the current dirty and shameless The style of play may be the most suitable for their group.

"The tartar is here." About 10 minutes later, the tartar came faster than expected, and someone from above had already called.

The two firearms players and Zhao Dashan climbed up quickly.

Ding Yi grabbed Zhao Dashan and the others, and said in a low voice: "Pay attention when you go up, your archers shoot the Tartars behind first, and then look at the archer who shoots the fiercest one, or shoots the Tartars."

Zhao Dashan nodded desperately.

"But our blunderbuss—" Yao Xinhan wanted to say, but his shooting was too slow.

"You two load the ammunition first, don't worry, watch the leader of the Tartars come in, and beat him together."

Yao Xinhan and Wei Jiye nodded one after another.

"Bring a shield up to guard against the arrows of the Tartars. Don't rush to shoot, let them in before shooting."

The three nodded solemnly. They already knew that Ding Yi's style of play was completely different from before.

In the past, every pier and fort would defend a wave on the wall first, but Ding Yi's style of play seems to be allowed in.

In this way, the people fighting hand-to-hand below are obviously more dangerous, and they only need to be careful of the Tartar archers on the pier.

"Remember, don't show your head at first, the tartars will definitely shoot you with arrows if they find someone up there."

"Wait for the tartars to come in, and you will fight again as I said, remember to remember."

"Don't worry, head." Zhao Dashan assured, patting his chest.

The three climbed up carefully, and the rest of them took their positions, hiding in the house, and the two teams of gunmen and Ding Yi came to the wall.

He thought for a while, then turned his head and sternly said to everyone: "Follow the order for a while, and you must not retreat. If one person retreats, the entire army will be wiped out. Everyone does not want to die. Anyone who dares to retreat before the battle will be killed."

Everyone looked awe-inspiring, yes, everyone, they didn't want to die.

After Ding Yi finished speaking, he climbed up along the wall, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Duoge leading ten cavalry elite soldiers to more than 100 meters from the main entrance.

The two looked at each other almost at the same time.

After more than 100 meters away, Doge's eyes brightened, and he let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally found this Minggou."

"It's those smart dogs." A sergeant around him also recognized Ding Yi, and almost rushed forward in flattery.

It's really jealous when enemies meet each other.

(End of this chapter)