The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 746: Huge Grassroots Team

At Dingzi Mountain, to the left of the large flag with a red background and a golden sun and moon, a lower large flag with a red background and a golden border and black characters is fluttering in the wind.

Needless to say, the two big black characters "Yu Lin" are enough to tell the world who is guarding this mountain.

There are also high and low ranks among the Guards.

In particular, the Yuancong Guards, composed of all sons of military vassal states, the Shendian Guards, composed of the emperor's fellow villagers from western Guangdong and Mingxiang people, and the Yulin Guards, formed by the emperor during the Jiading period and composed of orphans of soldiers killed in battle, were the most brave and capable.

And up to now, the number of Yuanzhong Guards has been repeatedly reduced, because this title can easily give people other bad impressions such as privilege, and because the source of soldiers is too limited, it is easy for military heroes to interact too closely, so that they collude with each other and threaten the imperial power.

Therefore, after the Yuan Cong Guards were reduced from 12,000 to only 5,000 over the years, and the left and right guards were reduced to one guard, the Shendian Left and Right Guards and the Yulin Left and Right Guards became the most dazzling pearls among the more than 700,000 army of the Dayu Dynasty.

The Sheikh from the Romlu tribe lowered his head, squinted his eyes and chanted loudly. In his hand, he held a lucky charm carved for him by his mother using sheep bones. On his left and right were acquaintances in the tribe, many of whom were his cousins.

The Romlu tribe originally lived in the Murlu (Mare) area. Hundreds of years ago, their ancestors followed the Great Khan Timur on an expedition to the Ottoman Empire. Afterwards, they were granted the right to settle in the Rom region of Anatolia in Asia Minor and became the Red Head Army tribe that held power there.

This is a very typical development model of the Red Head Tribe. These brave and warlike tribes living in the oasis of the Karakum Desert, forced by the cruel life, were brought to the core area of the Muslim world by generations of strong men.

Afterwards, these red-headed armies formed a ruling model that strictly controlled the local area with the Umak system as the core. This was a system that integrated soldiers and civilians, and was very similar to the Meng'an Mouke system of the Jurchens.

Umak had its own cities, markets, and forts. It could control the nearby villages to pay taxes to it, and use the handicrafts and markets in the city to exercise economic control over the nearby villages.

Some of the Red Head Army members in Umak only needed to practice martial arts and serve as soldiers to suppress the local area. Whenever there was a war, the court that ruled Persia would recruit them one level at a time.

The world is truly a makeshift team that mirrors each other.

For the Muslim world, the Karakum Desert in the south of the river is just in the northeast of the Muslim core world.

The history of Muslim religion is the process of these powerful people from the northeast continuously entering the country after the glorious Arab Empire disappeared.

Just like the Xianbei, Khitan and Jurchen in Chinese history always wanted to rule the Han area.

There were crackling sounds, and then screams began to appear everywhere. Sheikh frowned.

However, he did not frown at the casualties of his comrades. Instead, he heard that many people's pronunciations in the hymns praising the holy Sufis were obviously different from his.

Just like the Jurchens and Bannermen who entered the Central Plains, after hundreds of years of development, many descendants of the Red Head Army from the Turkmen region lost their martial virtues and had to rely on marriage and other means to absorb a large group of Kurds, Lur people, etc. to become the new Red Head Army.

The strange accents of these new Red Heads made Sheikh very uncomfortable. He felt that his blood and beliefs had been tarnished.

But soon, Sheikh was no longer in the mood to care about this, because the further he went forward, the more frequent the gunfire became and the louder the screams became.

Many people walked slowly, standing on tiptoe to see what was happening ahead, and Sheikh was no exception.

There were chaotic footsteps and many people shouting. Through the thick smoke of the battlefield, Sheikh saw that the two thousand people in the first phalanx had retreated.

Sheikh stared with wide eyes. Although the first people to retreat looked frightened, at least their armor was intact and they were not injured. But as the number of people grew, a large number of people covered in blood supported each other and rushed to the back.

"Sheikh, be careful, the Peach Blossom Stone Man is very powerful!" A dark-skinned man shouted at Sheikh. Sheikh looked carefully and found that it was his cousin Seif.

Only then did Sheikh realize that Saif's cousin's face was covered in blood, his white double-breasted battle robe was badly damaged, and all his weapons were lost except for the scimitar still hanging at his waist.

There was a commotion in the team. The red-headed soldiers on this side were all from the same tribe as Sheikh. They naturally knew that Saif was not a coward, but quite brave.

Sheikh was shocked. Even a warrior like Saif was beaten so badly. Could it be that those peach blossom stone men were really demons?

The commander of the Sheikh's phalanx showed an angry look on his face. He was about to scold Saif when he heard even more chaotic noises coming from the front.

Soon, several Persian servants came carrying a man in gorgeous armor. It was the commander of the previous phalanx, who seemed to have been called by God.

The commander, like Sheikh, was startled, but instead of scolding, he took the initiative to adjust the formation to allow the defeated soldiers in front to pass through his phalanx more quickly.

The smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together, and Sheikh sniffed. He was already very nervous before the actual exchange of fire began.

Kuji, Kuji.

The sticky blood spilled on the yellow earth, making it slippery when he stepped on it. Sheikh's eyes were very sharp, and he took a slightly bigger step, because right under his feet, a piece of black intestine that belonged to someone unknown was twisted into a ball.

He stepped over another dark-faced corpse. Sheikh couldn't tell who it was, but he couldn't help feeling nauseous because the corpse's entire face was beaten to pieces.

The further they went, the more corpses they saw. Sheikh's palms began to sweat from nervousness, but he didn't feel that scared.

Because the smoke and dust on the battlefield obscured his vision, he could not see clearly what was in front of him or how far away the enemy was.

"Musketeers, start loading and fire only after I give the order." The officer in the front row shouted loudly.

Sheikh hurriedly took out a piece of fuse, inserted it into the ignition point with trembling hands, and then continued to pour the gunpowder.

However, because he was too nervous, his hands were shaking constantly, and the ignition powder in the medicine bag, which could have been used at least five times, spilled out in an instant, leaving only a bottom.

According to the Red Head Army's combat rules, the musketeers would fire at the enemy once, then switch to spears and swords and rush forward. At the same time, behind them, the archers equipped with strong bows would carry out three rounds of arrow coverage.

After the musketeers broke through the enemy's formation, they would stop to reload and prepare for the second round of battle depending on the situation.

"Forward! Forward! Forward!" the officer continued to roar loudly. Sheikh and others remembered the harshness of military law and the strictness of officers. They put aside the tension in their hearts, held their muskets at an angle and continued to move forward. The team also began to disperse to both sides.

Firstly, it was to avoid heavy casualties caused by concentrated artillery fire; secondly, if the musketeers were too close, it would be bad if they ignited the fuses and gunpowder bags on their comrades.

This time, Sheikh stepped over more corpses, of all kinds, both whole and broken.

A cold wind blew, and the smoke on the battlefield dissipated a lot. Sheikh finally saw his enemies. Those peach blossom stone men were wearing red military uniforms, standing in an orderly manner on the hillside like gods.

Xie He didn't know why he felt that the peach blossom stone man looked like a god, but that was indeed what he thought in his mind.

It was still quite far away at this time, at least he couldn't see the appearance of these peach blossom stone men clearly, but the next second, he felt some star-like mist splashing on his face.

Xie He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, because he felt that the mist had a fishy smell. When he touched it, he realized that something was wrong. It felt sticky. He spread out his fingers and saw that his hand was indeed light red.

is blood!

There was a sound of falling beside him. Sheikh saw the officer of their team lying straight on the ground with a huge bloody hole on his forehead. He didn't even struggle and was beaten to death.

The crackling sound seemed to suddenly return to him at this moment, and everything in front of him changed from a dazed slow motion to a normal, even accelerated rhythm.

The Yulin Guards are not comparable to the elite Huiliang people. Their equipment is much better than that of the Huiliang people, and their tactics and psychological qualities are much higher. As for their fighting will, that is even more beyond doubt.

Therefore, unlike Hui Liangren, who had his rifled light infantry open fire from over 300 meters away, Yang Fang directly brought the Red Head Army to a distance of 170 to 180 meters, where the damage was more severe, before opening fire. At this distance, the sharpshooters of the Imperial Guards could kill a person with at least five or six long bullets, if not just their target.

In addition, the long bullets are more convenient to load, and the firing rate can reach nearly five rounds per minute. Therefore, even if there are only 400 rounds, the lethality is still very terrifying.

Basically, two thousand long bullets were fired every minute, killing or wounding at least three or four hundred people, dealing a fatal blow to the enemy.

While his sharpshooters were firing, Yang Fang ordered the artillery to open fire, carrying the latest six-pound field guns for extended fire.

This six-pound field gun, which only requires four horses to pull, is extremely powerful and can be loaded with explosive bombs. After extended firing, although it cannot cause significant damage to the enemy, it can use the flames of the explosion to form a wall of fire to prevent subsequent troops from advancing.

The two or three thousand people in the front, after being shot at by four hundred sharpshooters for two or three minutes, often had no choice but to retreat.

This was the case with Sheikh. He had never felt that death was so close to him. He couldn't even remember to move forward. Under the rapid killing, his brain seemed to have short-circuited.

The Kurd on the left whom he hated screamed, and his entire mouth was completely shattered by a bullet, and tiny tooth fragments flew onto Sheikh's face.

His cousin on the right staggered a few steps with his hands outstretched, then fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from nowhere and instantly soaked the soil.

Another officer came forward, but before he could even start giving orders, he screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around in pain.

"Sheikh, go, go!" Sheikh was confused, and a cousin came over and pulled him, wanting to take him back.

But at this moment, two long bullets were fired from the front. Sheikh could even feel the heat of the long bullets as they cut through the air. A flower of blood suddenly burst out from his cousin's neck, and the broken throat and other tissues burst out directly.

The cousin suddenly withdrew Rasheikh's hand and covered his neck instead. Soon, the blood completely dyed his hands red.

"Ali!" Sheikh cried out, threw away the matchlock gun in his hand that was as good as a fire stick, and rushed over to strangle his cousin.

But when he pressed it, more blood spurted out. His cousin stared at him with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing to spit out a lot of blood foam, and a few unclear words seemed to come out directly from his neck, and it was impossible to hear what he said.

An angry look appeared on the face of Resoman Khan, the nephew of the Persian king. With a wave of his hand, dozens of Khan's personal guards who served as military judges ran down quickly. They stopped the fleeing crowd and beheaded the fastest ones.

"Everyone, don't wait to use your muskets, just go up and fight hand-to-hand. We have more people, tens of thousands of us, and a single charge can take down those hundreds of people!"

Hearing this shout, many red-headed soldiers suddenly realized, yes, why bother to slowly engage in a shootout with the opposite sharpshooter, the best way is to kill him!

The roar of killing was immediately heard like a tsunami. Even though they were still seven or eight hundred meters away, more than four thousand red-headed soldiers, escorted by hundreds of military judges, began to charge. At the front were the unlucky guys who had just retreated and were caught.

Sheikh was lucky. Because he did not retreat just now, he was regarded as a warrior by the officers and was not allowed to go to the front.

Looking at the Red-Head Army starting a human wave tactical charge, Yang Fang showed a familiar expression on his face. That's right, this is the combat method of the garbage army he is familiar with.

The Imperial Guards had already undergone countless targeted training to deal with this kind of army.

The light infantry fought and retreated at the same time, suppressing the enemy's speed to a controllable range. A company of grenadiers on the mountain had already prepared to provide support.

When the enemy rushed to a distance of several dozen meters, a barrage of bombs was thrown over, which immediately severely reduced the speed of the attacking side.

Afterwards, the Yulin Guards returned to defend at an extremely fast speed, and they also built four breastworks on the hill.

The guards stood behind the breastwork, firing guns and grenades from a high position. After three rounds, the company commander blew a whistle and they suddenly stopped shooting.

The Red-Headed Army below thought that there was a gap in the Imperial Guards' position, and they rushed forward in great joy, where loaded shotgun shells were waiting for them.

The violent gusts of wind mixed with countless grape-sized shotgun shells swept past crazily. After a sound like rain hitting banana leaves, dozens of the fastest-running Red Head Army warriors were instantly riddled with holes.

"Guards attack!" the company commander shouted, and more than a hundred warriors raised their bayonets, climbed over the breastwork, and launched a counterattack directly downwards. More than a hundred people directly killed thousands of people and forced them to retreat step by step.

Then, the guards did not seek credit for themselves. After pushing the enemy wave to the foot of the mountain, they immediately stopped, reloaded and fired a burst of shots.

At this time, the six-pound field gun on the mountain fired explosive bombs again. This time, there was no extended fire, but it directly blew up the retreating Red Army, causing heavy casualties.

Amid the sound of cannon fire, the Imperial Guards returned to the breastwork on the hillside, ready to deal with the next wave of attack.

When Lesoman Khan saw this scene, his face turned green.

There were quite a lot of casualties in this wave. Among the more than 6,000 people, at least 2,000 were killed or wounded. Not to mention taking the hill, they couldn't even break through the first line of defense.

Lesoman had fought in many battles, but he was a little embarrassed at this moment because he found that facing a hill that could only accommodate a thousand people to launch a charge at a time, there was really no other way except to charge at the risk of his life.

The Red Army had no mortars and basically no field artillery. Even if they had any, they would not dare to use them to bombard the mountain. Their artillery was much better and they were in a commanding position. What could you use to fight back against them?

"Let the Bukharans and the God Warriors go," the adjutant suggested. "Although the Peach Blossom Stone Men on the mountain are all sharpshooters, I don't think their ammunition is unlimited. They can't keep up all the time, and their muskets and artillery can't keep up all the time."

Although Lesoman Khan really wanted to ask, since his side had to use cannon fodder for the attack with only a few hundred people, what would happen to the remaining tens of thousands of peach blossom stone men?

But he held back. It was better to have someone give him advice than to have no advice at all.

"You must immediately go and explain the situation here to His Majesty in person. The Red Head Army is our foundation and we cannot afford to lose them like this!" Lesoman Khan agreed to this plan.

The same situation existed on the other side of Jiazi Mountain, although the Red Army here could still take down a breastwork with a round of charge.

But soon they would be shot by the Huiliang people on the hill, and finally lose the position they had just captured in the next wave of hand-to-hand charge by the Huiliang people.

On the third day, with the arrival of a large number of Bukhara cannon fodder, the situation improved a little, but it was just a back-and-forth fight.

Just when the Red Head Army felt that the balance of war was beginning to tilt in their favor, reinforcements led by Luo Siju, Luo Tianxiang and Ma Jinyuan arrived.

At this moment, the Persian coalition seemed to have found a breakthrough, and they frantically attacked the Luo Siju and Luo Tianxiang troops, who did not have much geographical advantage.

But they overlooked that these three armies were equally difficult to deal with. Even if they were lined up in the wilderness, relying on neat line infantry phalanxes and field artillery, they were still not something the Red Army could contend with.

The only improvement was probably that the Red Army's matchlock rifles finally came in handy. After the Western Army reinforcements fired five or six thousand lead bullets, they were still able to fire two or three hundred rounds.

Even these muskets did not cause as many casualties to the reinforcements as the archers.

The battle became more and more intense, and the Persians almost exhausted all their strength.

Agha Muhammad Khan dispatched more than 40,000 troops to fight against the Dayu army of less than 5,000 in this not-so-wide area, and suffered heavy casualties and was at a disadvantage.

Seeing this situation, Li Xianwen finally felt relieved. He estimated that Chen Huacheng, who was guarding the camp, could hold out for at least ten days.

So Li Xianwen simply let the main force of 30,000 people rest for another day and prepare for tomorrow before appearing on the battlefield to make the final decision.

(End of this chapter)