The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 384 Super Gun Skill
Just as Zhang Wei finished attaching his bayonet, a head popped out from behind the wooden wall. It was a fierce soldier from the pseudo-Qi state. This man was wearing a suit of paper armor and was still able to climb the wooden wall, which showed that he was quite agile.

Zhang Wei raised his bayonet and stabbed him.

The man flipped his body, narrowly dodging the attack, a ruthless smile spreading across his lips as he slashed back with his sword.

Zhang Wei was startled and jumped to the side in a panic. In that instant, he completely forgot all the various knife techniques, sword techniques, staff techniques, and so on that Qi Jiguang had taught him back then.

Fortunately, he was no longer an ordinary soldier; he was now a regimental commander, and he always had personal guards protecting him. Two guards immediately rushed forward, slashing at the fierce soldier with their swords.

These two bodyguards don't usually use muskets; they're skilled with knives, so they don't forget their swordsmanship even in battle.

The guard on the left used the "Japanese sword technique," which was created by Qi Jiguang by incorporating the swordsmanship of the Japanese pirates. He raised the sword above his head with both hands, and with a powerful, sweeping strike, also known as "splitting Mount Hua," he brought the sword down with great ferocity and force, which frightened the enemy soldier into quickly dodging to the side.

At this moment, the guard on the right stepped forward again and swung his sword. It was Qi Jiguang's Xinyou sword technique. This sword technique uses a two-handed long sword. When he slashed out, the sword light was like a crescent moon. The enemy soldier had no chance to dodge and was slashed in two.

After killing the enemy soldiers, the two men turned to Zhang Wei and asked, "Commander, are you alright?"

Zhang Wei's face was ashen: "Mother, I'm fine!"

After saying that, her face turned red again: "I also know these two sword techniques, how come I forgot them as soon as I faced an enemy?"

"Quick, another one has climbed up over there."

The three rushed toward the wall, where five enemy soldiers climbed up. It was a perilous situation with three against five. Only thanks to Qi Jiguang's extremely exquisite swordsmanship, which was ahead of the enemy soldiers in terms of skill, were the three of them able to hold on. However, Zhang Wei's swordsmanship was the worst, and his arm was slashed, leaving a long gash.

"I can't hold on much longer..."

The guard shouted and turned around. He saw an enemy musketeer who had been cut down not far away. He didn't know if the musketeer was wounded or dead. Enraged, the guard roared and charged over: "If you've got the guts, don't bully my ranged soldiers. Come and fight me!"

He wielded two longswords with unparalleled skill, his Xin You swordsmanship flowing freely, cutting so fast that no enemy soldier dared to approach within several meters. When he reached the fallen musketeer, he saw that he was only wounded, not dead, and was overjoyed. He quickly picked him up, swung his sword with one hand, and retreated hastily...

At this point, the wooden wall was already on the verge of collapse...

But then a roar was heard in the distance, and two more hundred-man squads from the Northern Song Dynasty arrived.

The two teams were stationed at a relatively far pass. When they arrived at their positions, the Northern Song and the puppet Qi were already engaged in a fierce battle. Their muskets were no longer usable. So, when they were still dozens of meters away from the battlefield, they all fixed their bayonets, roared, and charged over to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Kong Yanzhou counted from a distance; eight hundred people from the Northern Song Dynasty had arrived one after another.

Thank goodness, it's only eight hundred!

If these eight hundred men were armed with muskets and relied on the fortress to fight him, he would really have a headache.

But he arrived at the right time; the fortress wasn't finished yet, and the eight hundred men arrived gradually, without being assembled into a firearms array from the start. Otherwise, he really didn't know if he could have won.

Kong Yanzhou waved his hand and said, "Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, kill them all, kill them all..."

I had just shouted the words when I suddenly felt something was wrong.

A voice, even louder than his roar, rose from afar: "Kill them all! Kill them all..."

Kong Yanzhou angrily retorted, "Who's imitating Lao Tzu?"

He turned his head and saw the reinforcements that Fu Songqing had brought.

A vast and imposing army of nearly ten thousand ragtag soldiers.

Fu Songqing himself owned a horse and was fast, so he ran in the most conspicuous position at the front, dressed in a civil official's robe, but carrying a musket in his hand...

This look is just so weird!
Beside him was a large group of yamen runners and clerks, who came dressed in their usual office clothes, which was quite comical.

Behind them, the composition became more complex, including heavily armed gentry and their retainers, as well as peasants with nothing but a hoe, emphasizing a free and unrestrained lifestyle.

Anyone with eyes could see at a glance that these were nothing but a rabble. Kong Yanzhou was an experienced general and, of course, a discerning person. He glanced at them and thought to himself: These scoundrels are nothing to fear; no matter how many there are, they will crumble in a single charge.

Just as he thought of this, he saw Fu Songqing raise the musket in his hand...

He wanted to fire, but he couldn't. The Northern Song army and the puppet Qi army were intertwined in front of him, and the musket could easily hit his own men. So he simply fired a shot from a distance toward Kong Yanzhou's command flag.

Fu Songqing made a big mistake by using a musket while riding a horse without professional training.

As soon as he fired the shot, his horse was startled and lurched violently, throwing Fu Songqing to the ground in a very disheveled state.

However, noobs have always had good luck!

Fu Songqing's haphazard shot, with the gun raised too high, caused the barrel to tilt upwards due to recoil, sending the bullet flying diagonally and hitting Kong Yanzhou's flagpole, as well as the rope tying the flag...

This is a superb marksmanship that even Zhang Wei, the commander of the skirmisher battalion, couldn't achieve!

The hit rate is a complete mystery!

The rope holding the flag broke.

Kong Yanzhou's command flag has fallen...

Kong Yanzhou was sitting on horseback, contemplating how to deal with the rabble, when suddenly a large banner fell from the sky, covering him completely.

The guards nearby quickly and scrambled to lift the flag.

I've lifted your veil; let me see your face...

Just then, someone shouted from afar: "Kong Yanzhou is dead! Kong Yanzhou was beaten to death by Lord Fu! Kong Yanzhou's banner has fallen! Kong Yanzhou was beaten to death by Lord Fu!"

Kong Yanzhou: "???"

Before he could react, he heard thousands upon thousands of people cheering in unison: "Kong Yanzhou is dead! Kong Yanzhou was beaten to death by Lord Fu!"

The mob may not be good at fighting, but they are first-rate at shouting slogans. When so many people shout together, the sound can be heard all around.

The soldiers of the puppet Qi state were on the battlefield, their vision limited, and they couldn't tell whether their general was dead or alive. When they heard the enemy shout, they turned around and looked, but wait, where was the commander's flag? They really couldn't see it!

No commander's flag!

Is the general really dead?

Ahhhhh!

It collapsed instantly.

Kong Yanzhou: "Damn it, I'm not dead, I'm alive and well."

No one listened to him; his voice was drowned out by the shouts of tens of thousands of people across the street.

If he doesn't raise the banner of leadership, nothing he says will make a difference.

Without a commander's flag, the puppet Qi army didn't even know which way to flee, and could only collapse and scatter in all directions...

Kong Yanzhou was at a loss for words, unsure whether to curse the enemy for being despicable or his subordinates for being useless.

He had no choice but to wave his hand and say, "Retreat!"

(End of this chapter)