Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 209 Golden Wind
Ha Kan couldn't imagine the enemy's arrival route. There were several cities and fortresses in the south, such as Fuzhou, Jinzhou, Jinzhou Zhongzuo, etc.

Unless the enemy takes over Jinzhou Zhongzuo at the speed of light, Jinzhou, goes into the mountains and forests, passes through the mountain roads and goes behind the grain transport team.

Obviously, all this is impossible, so there is only one answer.

The enemy landed here by boat.

Not to mention how the enemy broke through King Zhishun’s naval blockade.

This is the Qing Dynasty-controlled area. There are only a hundred enemies in total. How dare they appear in front of the Qing Dynasty warriors?
He didn't know which Ming army unit this was, as the enemy's flags were very messy and disorganized.

There were thirteen flags among less than a hundred people, each of which he had seen for the first time. There was not a single legendary black-bottomed bone dragon flag.

Even if the enemy is not the fierce Black Flag Army, the fact that they dare to appear before him despite their numerical disadvantage shows that they are an opponent worthy of respect.

The Ming army had not had the courage to march alone deep behind enemy lines for more than ten years.

"Ready to fight!"

Hakan gave a loud order and the bondservants took action immediately, tying the slaves tightly around the grain carts and then leaving fifty armed bondservants to guard them.

Hakan sent four scouts to the fortresses in the north and south to report the news, and he led 300 infantry and cavalry to retreat 100 steps, and placed the cavalry on the left and right to form a semi-encirclement.

He was firmly in the center, surrounded by 150 armed guards.

He stood up in the stirrups and looked into the distance, concentrating on every move of the enemy soldiers.

The scouts who brought the news have already been dispatched, and reinforcements from various garrisons will arrive in half a day at most.

Having great strategic advantages, he was not in a hurry to annihilate this brave but foolish Ming army.

Hakan looked around and found that excluding the necessary personnel to guard the slaves, he had a combat force of 300 infantry and cavalry.

Three hundred cavalrymen fighting against one hundred infantrymen, even if Hakan thought with his toes, he would still feel like a giant stepping on an ant, and he didn't know how he could lose?
Licking his dry lips, Ha Kan took out a dried plum from the grain bag and put it in his mouth. He wanted to see how the mere one hundred Ming army infantrymen were going to break the deadlock.

The enemy seemed to see through his thoughts, or perhaps was responding to his action of retreating a hundred steps.

One hundred enemy soldiers quickly formed two horizontal rows and marched forward with their heads held high. With the sound of a loud suona, all the enemy soldiers stopped immediately.

They didn't change their formation, shoot arrows or fire guns, or continue to attack. Instead, they took out musical instruments one after another?

"Musical instrument?"

Hakan spat out a mouthful of dried black plums and leaned forward involuntarily, as if he had seen some abstract performance that refreshed his worldview.

Your family plays music to boost morale before going into battle. Aren't you afraid that the enemy will take the opportunity to rush in and disrupt your formation?

The enemy soldiers in the center of the front row each pulled out a musical instrument: a large copper pipe, two fat erhu, two trumpets with curved pipes, and something that Hakan couldn't really describe...

"Golden Wind Execution Song, go!"

There was a loud roar and a bunch of musical instruments started playing.

A sound that Hakan had never heard before was heard.

The sound was both magical and fashionable. The enemy soldiers playing the music stood firmly on their horses, shook their heads, twisted their hips left and right in a rather coquettish manner, and even moved slowly forward, stopping every now and then.

"The Qiao family's dance king is here!"

The leading enemy soldier walked out of the formation, with his hands hanging in the air and shaking up and down, like a DJ teacher immersed in music.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and took ten steps forward, then started dancing carelessly in front of everyone, and then he alternately supported himself with his hands and swung his legs, "Oh yeah! Let's have some fun together!"

Are you guys fucking fighting a war, or are you a troupe performing for tips?

Is it still an erhu if you can play it on your neck? And how can you push the curved tube back and forth on a bell with a curved tube?

And why are these enemy troops always twisting their hips as they advance?

“Golden Wind!”

As if the song had reached its climax, everyone bent backwards at the same time, as if they wanted to break their waists.

The second row of enemy soldiers corresponds one to one with the first row, as if they were carved from the same mold, and the later ones imitate the movements and swaying of their predecessors.

Only then did Hakan notice that the clothes of the second row of enemy soldiers were a bit strange, as if they had abused various colors to make a set of mixed-color coats.

The enemy soldiers exuded a calm and unhurried air that confused and infuriated Hakan.

He was confused as to what these people were doing, as they dared to march slowly forward while music was playing in front of the battle line.

This group of angry people were not afraid of his 300 infantry and cavalry at all, as if they were not 300 fighting forces, but 300 lambs to be slaughtered.

The feeling of being despised almost tore Hakan's sanity apart.

Why shouldn't these people be afraid?
When the Ming army faced the brave warriors of the Qing Dynasty, they should have turned and fled in fear, or knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

But why the fuck?!

This group of people were clearly in a disadvantageous situation where they were in danger of death, yet they were still able to remain calm and composed. Not one person even left the front line to escape, and everyone moved forward in unison.

Enemies who are not afraid of the Qing Dynasty should not live.

Destroy them!

With endless anger surging in his heart, Hakan no longer waited for reinforcements from other garrisons.

He wants to eliminate these annoying bastards here!
You like playing music, right? Once we catch you musicians, we will make you play music day and night!
He ordered all 150 bannermen to attack, and sent another 100 cavalrymen to surround the enemy.

These mounted infantrymen had average riding skills, so it was impossible for them to become proficient in mounted archery. However, if they dismounted and shot on foot, they were able to defeat the enemy's infantry formation.

Once the enemy lines relaxed or retreated, it was the cavalry's turn to mount their horses and enjoy the feast of military merit.

"My warriors of the Qing Dynasty are invincible! Attack!"

At the command of the Niulu Zhangjing, one hundred cavalrymen trampled the ground, sending up clouds of dust. The Baoyi infantry followed closely behind, each armed with a curved sword and a wooden shield.

The arrival of the cavalry was like a gust of wind, and the soldiers in the back row of the Ming army, dressed in colorful clothes, squeezed through the gap and came to the front of the first row.

"You mad Qiu Sen! You've ruined my dancing mood!"

The Ming army, which had just been dancing enthusiastically in front of the battle formation, quickly retreated. He took the shield handed over by his teammates with one hand and drew the sword at his waist with the other.

"The Tartars won't allow us to play music or dance. What do you think we should do?"

"Kill! Kill them all! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!"

"Phalanx formation!"

At the captain's command, hundreds of teammates quickly formed a tight square formation.

The soldiers on the periphery held their shields flat on the ground, bent their legs slightly, and thrust their spears through the gaps between the shields.

"Go fast!"

Before the cavalry could charge up, the Ming army's infantry had already formed a formation and advanced a hundred steps.

Ha Kan, who was firmly in the rear, felt bad when he saw this. The enemy's attack rhythm was very clever. He knew that he would be entangled by the cavalry and archers, so he moved forward quickly to engage in battle with the Baoyi.

If the enemy and our side are mixed together, the cavalry will hurt friendly forces whether they are riding and shooting or dismounting and shooting.

It was not that the bannermen masters cared about the lives of the bondservants, but that they did not want to lose the working labor.

After all, bondservants were more submissive than slaves. If some obedient "human cattle and horses" were killed in battle, even the bannermen would feel sorry.

Seeing that the enemy and our infantry were about to collide, Hakan suddenly realized what was going on.

It turned out that the enemy soldiers played music just to attract his attention and lure him into launching an attack.

Damn!

The lone troop penetrated deep into the enemy's hinterland, using the pretense of playing music to reveal their weaknesses and lure the enemy into attacking. In an instant, they formed a battle formation and no one was shaken. The mixture of enemies and friends made people cautious.

This step-by-step tactical plan is sophisticated and calm.

Hakan exclaimed, these are not weak soldiers, but elite veterans who have experienced many battles!

He was fooled! He was deceived by these harmless people!

The psychological advantage I had over the enemy just now was reduced by three points, and the feeling of ease was gone.

Hakan gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist, but he couldn't make up his mind to pull it out.

How could such experienced elite soldiers be without fighting power? If they were without fighting power, how dare they land here!

Hakan hesitated a little. He was not sure about the combat strength of this enemy army. He was estimating the casualties that would result from defeating the enemy and wondering whether he should go all out to deplete the enemy's strength.

But if the bondservants and bannermen also suffered heavy losses, his status and wealth as a Niulu Zhangjing would also decline.

To fight or not to fight?

Just as he was in a dilemma, the enemy and our infantrymen collided violently.

Shields of varying sizes collided with each other, and the Ming general fearlessly shouted, "Forward! Knock them all over!"

When phalanxes were fighting, they would often use shields to push forward. Everyone was so crowded together that they couldn't even move their arms, and only short swords and daggers could be effective.

Until one side could no longer hold on and retreated and fell down, eventually causing a stampede.

And this Ming army will never retreat.

From the moment they were born into this world, the word "retreat" has not entered their minds.

"go ahead!"

The high-pitched roar shot out like an arrow, and the captain's voice was the only one heard in the entire Ming army.

The others silently stepped forward, wielding whatever short weapons they could muster to strike, and then took another step forward...

The sound of blood and flesh splashing as the sharp blade hit them was heard, and the heavy and excited breathing merged into the drumbeat of military music.

"Kill the pigs!" The captain's voice was like thunder, and his teammates roared in monotonous but angry voices, "Roar!"

They were like a bulldozer, knocking over the weak-willed bannermen and crushing these pseudo-Tartars under their feet.

"Shield wall attack, forward! Forward! Forward!"

The shouts of the Ming army resounded through the sky, and dozens of baoyi were defeated and crushed alive under the feet of the striding troops.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The screams of those who were trampled by iron feet pierced the sky, and the enemy soldiers had actually advanced to the location of the slave food carts.

If the slaves were rescued by enemy soldiers, even if most of the slaves were timid and dared not fight, as long as the Ming army mobilized dozens of slaves, they would be like dozens of auxiliary soldiers and strong reinforcements.

Hakan suddenly woke up from his dream. Now is not the time to hesitate!
If other Niulu Zhangjing, or even Jiala Zhangjing knew that he fled without fighting, the loss of "slave property" would be a small matter, but the failure to complete the grain transportation mission and fleeing in a panic would be a big defeat!
The enemy's formation was tight and seamless, and it was impossible to break it with cavalry. We could only dismount and fight the enemy on foot.

"Draw the knife!"

Hakan finally drew his scimitar and ordered all the flag bearers to dismount and fight on foot.

Although the Baoyi retreated in a hurry, he still had a full 150 Manchu bannermen!
One hundred and fifty people against one hundred enemies who have exhausted their physical strength.

He still has a chance of winning!
When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the braver one prevails. He acknowledged that the fighting power of this Ming army was comparable to that of the Manchurian army.

He wants to defeat them fairly!

(End of this chapter)