I, the Ming Dynasty, can still save me

Chapter 148 The Victorious Libra (please subscribe)
Everything happened between lightning and flint. As soon as the morale of the Jianlu soldiers was raised, they took the lead in charging while they were reloading.

Fifty steps in front of the chariot, the broken limbs of the Baya La soldiers from the previous round of attack were still spread all over the ground. Blood flowed from their wounds and gradually gathered together. The prisoner lay groaning on the ground, wanting others to save him, and his heart was full of despair.

The Baya La soldiers who came later ignored the calls for help and the cry for help. They even looked at the corpses of their companions, holding up shields, stepping on the wreckage and sprinting forward.

Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps!
Suddenly a shout was heard in the chariot.

"put!"

The crackling sound of muskets sounded from the chariot again, and bursts of smoke emerged from the chariot.

Under the indiscriminate attack, Niu Lu'e, who was sprinting at the front, couldn't dodge. The projectile struck from a distance and embedded deeply into his thigh. The severe pain made him lose strength instantly and he fell to the ground groaning.

The same was true for the Baya soldiers on the side. Under close range attacks, their shields were completely useless. They were easily penetrated by lead pellets and penetrated into their bodies. Some endured the pain and dropped their shields but continued to charge. He knew that the Ming army's muskets took a long time to reload, and they only had a chance to break through if they were close to the tank.

But what made them despair was that the crackling sound of bird gunfire sounded again from the opposite side, and another large stream of gunpowder smoke spurted out, and it was even denser than last time.

It turned out that Jian Qi Jin had long understood that the Jianlu soldiers were coming fiercely, and it seemed that they would not stop until they broke through the carriage camp. He immediately made a decision and sent one-third of the gunners from the Zhejiang camp, a total of more than [-] people, to go to the front line.

500 gunners relied on the tank to shoot outwards. The shooting hole of the tank was too small, and some even lay on the top of the tank to shoot.According to the original training, the remaining 500 people were divided into groups of three, with one person shooting and two people loading, so that uninterrupted firing could be maintained every half minute.

Compared with the previous firepower of 200 people, the power of the firepower density of 500 people has increased by an order of magnitude.

Without the cover of the shield this time, the Baya soldiers who were charging forward could only hope that their armor would be strong.

But the reality is cruel. The penetrating power of bird cannons is extremely strong. Within thirty steps, even the triple armor of Baya La soldiers can hardly resist.

One by one, the Baya soldiers were hit by the sound of gunfire, and large clouds of blood erupted from their bodies. They screamed and were knocked to the ground. The projectiles broke through their armor and rolled rapidly inside their bodies. Their entrails were a mess.

Another one looked down at his disemboweled stomach, with disbelief in his eyes. He wanted to fill up the exposed intestines with his hands, but before he could do it, a Franco machine shell whizzed towards him. Before he had time to think, his head was shattered by eighty-two heavy shells, blood gushed out, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

The Zhejiang Battalion's Fo Lang machine guns were finally loaded. More than 50 Fo Lang machine guns fired a salvo. Within a range of fifty steps, the artillery shells from the Eight Liang Center were even more of a nightmare for the charging Baya La soldiers.

The blunderbuss and the Folan cannon were like sharp sickles. The Baya soldiers and armored men on the other side of the tank were cut like leeks and fell to the ground.

A large piece of white smoke rose in front of the chariot. Even if the cold wind blew one after another, it could not blow away the smoke immediately.The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke accompanied by the thick smell of blood made the Zhejiang soldiers in the tanks feel nauseated.

Through the smoke, you can see the various forms of Jianlu soldiers.The ground was piled with corpses and wounded armored and Baya soldiers.

The armored man at the back has been beaten. He doesn't know why Mingguo's firepower is so powerful that he can't break through no matter how hard he charges.

Some people ran around holding their heads, trying to find a place to cover themselves, while others rushed over screaming and accidentally stepped on the bloody corpses at their feet. Some soldiers who were not yet dead stretched out their hands to put their hands on them. On my feet, I wanted them to save me.

But the already frightened armored man felt even more frightened when he saw his body covered in blood. He fell to the ground in panic and crawled back desperately.

The cannons of the Zhejiang camp were still firing, and the Fo Lang machine guns were also roaring, but there were very few Jianlu soldiers who dared to rush forward. From pushing the shield car forward under the gunfire, to the two groups leading the charge, The Baya La soldiers at the front had suffered nearly 700 casualties, five Niulu Erzhen were killed, and countless armored men followed behind.

This number was enough to make Jia La Ezhen Lang Ge, who was supervising the battle behind, frightened. One Niu Lu had a hundred armored soldiers, and the red and white Baya La soldiers accounted for half of them. There were nearly 700 Baya La soldiers. This was the elite of nearly fourteen Niu Lu.

Not only could he not stand it, but Niu Lu'erzhen, the forward who was lucky enough to survive, could not stand it either. Covered in blood, he staggered over and knelt at his feet, violently knocking:

"Sir, please let us retreat. We only have 11 Bajala warriors left in Niulu. The Ming army's artillery is too fierce and we cannot withstand it at all."

Immediately after saying that, another Niulu Erzhen ran over and knelt on the ground. He also asked to suspend the attack and wait for the next batch of shield carts to arrive before attacking.

Seeing this, Lang Ge kicked the two of them over, and then asked the guards to stand them up. He pulled out the long knife from his waist and put it on the neck of Niu Luzhen, the first one to beg for mercy. He slashed hard and blood flowed down the neck. The back of the knife flowed out, and Niu Lu's eyes were really wide open, with a look of disbelief on his face, but he could no longer speak, so he could only fall to the ground and twitch to death.

"Whoever dares to retreat will be punished. Those who dare to retreat will die. Those who dare to retreat will be rewarded. You choose!"

Lang Ge looked at the frightened Niu Lu'erzhen around him with cold eyes, as if they were the next ones to die. Seeing Lang Ge's determination, the other Niulu'erzhen who was being held up hurriedly shouted:
"I'm willing to try again. If I can't get it, I'll take my head. Please give me a chance, sir." As he said this, he kowtowed violently and begged for mercy. When Lange saw him like this, he asked the guards to let him go.

"I'll give you a chance. If you can't capture it, just die there. I'm afraid it will dirty my hands."

It's as if you've been granted amnesty. You run and crawl towards the front line, hoping to regroup and continue the attack.

Now not only was Langge receiving bad news, but even Mang Gurtai was the same. He never expected why the Ming Dynasty's central army and left army were so difficult to attack. Two Jia La had already been cast on the left. Why can't they break through? There is still no victory or defeat in the middle. Even the chieftain soldiers are getting fiercer and fiercer. Only the right side has the advantage and has begun to break through.

When he saw this, he threw the last two Jia La into the right side, hoping to hit the Ming army with a heavy right hook and completely penetrate the Ming army.

It's just that not only he understands the current battlefield situation, but Chen Ce, the commander-in-chief of the Liao aid team on the opposite side, also understands it.

Chen Ce, the commander-in-chief, also saw that the front of his Chinese chieftain soldiers and the right army's Zhejiang camp was as stable as Mount Tai, but the left army's front was shrinking due to continuous breakthroughs by the Jianlu.

Seeing this, he did not hesitate, and immediately asked the deputy general Tong Zhongkui to take two thousand reserves and go to the left army in person. It was necessary to stabilize the front and not let the Jianlu break through, otherwise it would be too late.

Then he sent someone to instruct the central army and the right-wing Zhejiang camp to let the chieftain soldiers of Zhou Dunji and others and Qi Jin's Zhejiang camp take advantage of the situation to attack.

Didn't Jianlu want to hit him with a right hook from his left wing, so he followed suit and hit Jianlu with a right hook from the center and left wing.

At the same time, he asked the messenger to quickly go to Shenyang, and asked He Shixian and others to quickly send troops to lead the elite troops across the Hun River to cooperate with him in a large siege.

On the front line of the middle road of the Ming army, spears were in front, bows and crossbows were behind, and artillery bombarded them continuously, which gave the attacking Jianlu soldiers an extremely headache.

"prick!"

"kill!"

The chieftain soldier at the forefront was now killing madly. The white-barrel gun in his hand was stained with blood. He was panting and gasping for air, hoping for a breath.

However, the situation on the battlefield did not allow him to rest for a moment, so he had to hold on with a flat end of his spear, ready to go.A Baya soldier on the opposite side saw that he was out of breath, so he spotted an opening and rushed towards him with a shield.

The chieftain soldier shouted loudly. He sprinted two steps away and stabbed his shield with the spear in his hand, but it still didn't pierce. He immediately twisted the gun body and turned the thrust into a slash. The spear immediately slashed across the shield to the left. He stabbed Baya La Bing in the arm. Baya La Bing didn't expect that he could use this move. He couldn't dodge, and his arm was scratched by the iron ring on the spear, which caused him great pain.

Then another white spear emerged from behind the chieftain soldier. It immediately broke through the iron-inlaid cotton armor and the chainmail armor inside, and penetrated deeply into the heart of the Baya soldier. Several spears in the second row All the spears were pierced on his body, one spear pierced his cheek, one pierced his throat, and another spear pierced his chest.

The Baya soldier was stabbed so hard that he could not move at all. He held a shield in one hand and a knife in the other but he no longer had the strength to use it.He watched helplessly as several white spears were stabbed into his body, his eyes wide open, and he refused to close his eyes!

This white spear formation was like a hedgehog, still fighting to the death. The strange formation, strange weapons, and unyielding morale caused the Baya soldiers in front to suffer more than a thousand casualties.

This was something they had never encountered before in combat. How could there be such a difficult Ming army?

But the reality was like this. The ground was littered with corpses, so that the Jianlu soldiers did not dare to advance even half an inch. Even looking at the bloody spears, they began to feel vaguely fearful in their hearts.

The Baya soldiers in front were stagnant and did not dare to advance, and the soldiers behind were ordered by Niu Lu'erzhen to rush forward, so more and more Jianlu soldiers crowded in front of the white-pole gun formation.

Those in front did not dare to move forward, but those behind pushed them forward. Looking at the bloody spears, the somewhat frightened Baya soldiers leaned behind with their arms and shouted not to retreat, but it was of no use.

During this strange stalemate, bursts of shouts suddenly rang out from the toast formation.

"The general has an order, the whole army moves forward, advance without retreating!"

"The general has an order, the whole army moves forward, advance without retreating!"

Zhou Dunji and others, who had long been unable to restrain their desire to attack, immediately ordered the Chinese army to attack after receiving Chen Ce's order.

Now it's the Ming army's turn to attack!
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