Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 37 Magic War Qing Dynasty

"Qing Yao is out of arrows!"

"The demon-clearing arrows are all gone!"

……

The embarrassing situation of the Qing army was immediately discovered by the young and strong men.

This was an inevitable result. The Qing army didn't have many arrows left at this point...

Yang Feng ordered the attack because he saw from the sky that the Qing army's arrows were almost gone, so he simply accelerated their consumption.

The Qing cavalry immediately retreated, giving way to the infantry behind them, namely the Eight Banners Han army.

Even though the latter was seriously short of ammunition, they had no choice but to fire at this time. One shell after another whistled through the air and hit the advancing young and strong men, instantly taking their lives.

But the latter were fearless. All the people lined up and moved forward. Even if the whistling shotgun shells knocked down the young and strong men in groups, the substitutes at the back would move forward without hesitation. Similarly, as long as the young and strong men who were knocked down were not killed directly, they would be resurrected on the spot by Emperor Taizu Gao.

The gunners of the Eight Banners Han Army loaded their guns in panic, fired their shells tremblingly, and then watched their opponents fall down in large numbers amid the smoke.

But then countless figures filled the gap.

It was as if there were not countless people there, but a tide sweeping forward.

The few artillery pieces kept firing, and the young men who were marching forward in formation also kept moving forward. Soon the distance between them was shortened to the range of the catapults.

Behind the human wall in front, as thick as a city wall, catapults were lowered one after another. As the young and strong men pulled the ropes, stones weighing several pounds flew towards the Qing army.

Then the human wall continued forward.

The trebuchets continued to move.

Then more and more stones hit the Qing artillery.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and soon even the stones thrown from javelins and slings could hit the heads of the Eight Banners Han army artillerymen.

At the same time, the heavily armored Eight Banners Manchu infantry advanced, swiftly passing the already fleeing artillerymen. Having exhausted their arrows, they could only hold spears or even short weapons, while simultaneously holding up shields. Although the protection these provided was better than nothing, after all, those bamboos could weigh up to seventy or eighty kilograms, and even pushing a shield cart might not be enough to stop them...

Besides, there is something like a flail in front of it that can bypass the shield and hit people.

But there is still some psychological comfort after all.

It's a pity that the Manchu warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, who had been invincible on the Eastern battlefield for nearly 30 years, have now been reduced to fighting a bitter battle with a group of unruly people.

The distance between the two sides quickly closed.

Then the young men stopped one after another.

They worked in groups of two or three, lowering chevaux de frise in front and placing bamboo poles on the chevaux de frise. At the same time, they lowered the tail ends, leaving the front ends high, with sections of hardwood underneath. It looked like a fisherman holding down a bent fishing rod, while the Eight Banners Manchu warriors opposite them watched with trepidation and also stopped.

The two sides confronted each other strangely, and then started a verbal attack.

Pure nonsense.

Sonic attack.

After all, this area is a standard Gan dialect area, and although the Qing army basically knows Chinese, they speak standard Jiao Liao Mandarin.

This is really just a matter of mutual understanding.

The Eight Banners Manchu warriors knew very well that if they moved forward any further, the upright bamboos would be knocked down without hesitation.

The young and strong men also knew that if they continued to move forward, these bamboo poles would not be kept in the best condition and their killing power would be reduced.

They each wanted the other to move forward first.

But it is obvious that everyone remained rational and restrained.

Then, behind the young and strong men, groups carrying buckets of manure appeared. Amid the curses of the Eight Banners Manchu warriors on the opposite side, they arrogantly walked out of the defense line, advancing between the bamboos until they reached the front and stood under the high-hanging hardwood logs. From a distance that could almost reach a mouthful of phlegm, they raised ladles to the Eight Banners Manchu warriors in front of them, then reached into the buckets and scooped out the fetid manure...

With hundreds of thousands of young and strong men gathered, this kind of thing is of course indispensable, because most of them are farmers and they care a lot about this thing. So those young and strong men whose homes are near Shimen all carry their own dung buckets early, waiting to take them back to water the fields after they are full.

But now it has a better use.

Seeing them holding up the ladle, the Eight Banners Manchu warriors on the opposite side roared in fear and anger, and even raised their weapons to threaten them, demanding that they stop and not do such a cruel thing.

This thing does not cause any physical damage, after all, the golden juice is boiled, but this is unprocessed.

But its magic attack is too fierce!

Those young and strong men laughed triumphantly, and in the chaos of the Eight Banners Manchu warriors, they took the manure in the ladles and poured it directly at the Eight Banners Manchu warriors, just like they did when watering the fields as usual.

This is a daily skill for them. Even throwing water over ten meters away is easy, and their accuracy is the result of years of practice.

A cloud of manure was thrown out like scattered flowers from the sky, covering the Eight Banners Manchu warriors like a summer rainstorm. The latter screamed in fear and raised their shields, but the shields had a limited coverage area after all. Almost all the Eight Banners Manchu warriors on the front line could not escape this disaster. Each of them was covered with varying amounts of manure. The young and strong men on the opposite side laughed, and then these guys scooped up the manure again and threw it at the Eight Banners Manchu warriors without hesitation.

A few Eight Banner Manchu warriors, some even splashed in the face, couldn't control themselves. They roared in rage and charged forward with their spears. "Hold on!"

The general commanding from behind roared.

But since he was far away and didn't have to worry about such danger, he certainly couldn't contain his subordinates' anger.

Those Eight Banners Manchu warriors rushed into the attack range of the baton in a blink of an eye, while those who were throwing dung in front of them retreated as quickly as possible.

The pole fell from the sky with a roar.

Those Eight Banners Manchu warriors dodged in a hurry, but most of them failed.

Those who were hit by the racket pole might still survive, but those who were hit by those hardwood sections were doomed to die.

Because these things are connected to the racket pole with ropes, they will slow down when the racket pole falls, and all fall behind the racket pole, which is equivalent to falling like a meteor hammer, and the direction of falling cannot be predicted. After all, bamboo itself is soft, and it may not fall vertically downward when it falls. A one-centimeter shake of the racket pole may result in a one-meter deviation when it is transmitted to these hardwood sections.

Unable to predict the landing point.

In an attempt to avoid the movement of the racket, you are likely to be hit by the hardwood section.

The Eight Banners Manchu warriors who managed to escape the attack were also unable to get close to the pole-beaters, as there were flail-beaters in front of the latter to protect them. When the Eight Banners Manchu warriors finally rushed to the chevaux de frise between the poles, the flails fell on their heads one after another.

It can be said that all the Eight Banners Manchu warriors who launched the attack were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Then the young and strong men who were responsible for the magic attacks carried the big dung buckets and walked happily forward.

"Hold still."

The generals behind the Eight Banners Manchu warriors were still shouting.

but……

It’s not stable at all!

The Eight Banners Manchu warriors knew very well that they were trapped in a well, unable to break out, and their arrows had been exhausted.

Their main advantage is the bow and arrow.

It was the precise archery skills honed from a fishing and hunting people's life since childhood when they would starve to death if they couldn't shoot prey that enabled the Qing Dynasty to have thirty years of continuous victory. But now they have no arrows left, and their downfall is only a matter of time. Now that it has come to this, instead of enduring such humiliation, it is better to fight on. Sooner or later, we will be trapped and die anyway.

The next moment, almost all the Manchu warriors of the Eight Banners roared in anger. They ignored the shouts of the generals behind them and began to attack the defense line of the young and strong men.

The dung throwers turned around and ran away without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, the Eight Banners Manchu warriors rushed into the attack line of Paipan.

The countless bamboo poles that were originally raised fell down, and each bamboo pole weighing dozens of pounds hit the heads of the Eight Banners Manchu warriors.

One by one, the hardwood sections fell down with a whistling sound.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Eight Banners Manchu warriors who were charging into this attack line fell to the ground.

As these bamboo poles were raised again, the Eight Banners Manchu warriors who had rushed through the attack line also moved forward at full speed through the gaps between the bamboos.

Then, behind the barricades in front of them, flails were raised and brought down on them. Even if the flailers were pierced by enemy spears, they would still strike the enemy's heads even if they fell immediately. Even the Eight Banner Manchu warriors who rushed through their blockades did not wait for the bamboo slappers to collapse. Even when knives were already cutting into their bodies, they still persisted in raising their bamboo slappers and bringing them down. The young and strong reinforcements behind them would take over their work before they fell.

Then the baton still fell on the heads of the Qing army that arrived from behind.

The wounded and dead bodies of both sides quickly piled up on the front line, and even the young and strong no longer considered whether they would be resurrected.

The bloodiness has been activated.

"This is already a real army."

Yang Feng in the sky looked at the bloody battle below and sighed.

Indeed, these young and strong men have become a real army.

After only three days of fighting, they had completed the transformation from peasants to soldiers. In fact, they were now able to beat up the government troops. Therefore, the examples of peasant uprisings in ancient times chasing after government troops were not fictional. When their faith was firm, the seven soldiers under King Hong, who were probably originally peasants, could really chase and kill a thousand Qing troops.

Meanwhile, the Qing generals commanding the rear had been forced to continue to reinforce their forces. Columns of Qing troops surged towards the front lines, joining the bloody melee. Similarly, behind those young and strong men, many more eager to reach the front, also accelerated their advance. More and more men from both sides were thrown into the battlefield, even extending outward into the mountains and forests on both sides. After all, the front was less than a thousand meters wide. Those young and strong men who could not participate in the battle naturally chose to attack the Qing army's flanks by circling the mountains and forests for the 100 taels of silver.

At this time, reinforcements from Nanchang were also arriving one after another, including a large number of troops originally under Jin Shenghuan.

They are better equipped.

And they couldn't make it to the front.

The only option was to bypass the battlefield through the mountains and forests and attack the Qing army from the flank.

The final decisive battle began like this.

(End of this chapter)