open sea

Chapter 971 Regression
Dawn on the northern shore of Lake Ontario is quiet save for the babbling of the river.

Bai Hualin Xiaguanzheng led the flag army carefully lying behind the simple fortifications composed of civil engineering and Qi's stone wall cloth, squinting his eyes and trying his best to look out of the woods.

After more than [-] steps of the slightly raised hillside by the river, dark shadows carrying weapons faintly passed by in the dense forest. This situation has lasted for half an hour.

Yesterday was also the No. 12 day when Hulan attacked the [-] Hurons with more than [-] riders by the river. The sentries scattered around reported that they found traces of the Hurons within ten miles.

Rao Hulan and Guan Zheng are bold and cautious, and they dare not lead troops to guerrilla when a large number of enemies already know their exact location. enemy.

Their soldiers could not afford to reduce their numbers. In the cavalry team sent by Hulan, only one Mongolian rider returned after the battle, and his horse died, and his bow, arrow and saber were also lost on the way to escape. A tall spear and a hatchet.

He looked extremely embarrassed, his eyes were fierce, his iron armor had been battered and pitted, and a lot of iron leaves had fallen off his body, with the heads of four Hurons wrapped around his waist, and he returned to the position with a broken spear—it is said that The last battle with the Hurons was surrounded and killed.

The Hurons surrounded him and wanted to capture him alive. During the pursuit, the hunters kept shooting him with stone arrows and spears. Most of the projectile weapons missed, but they could still walk like flying with dozens of arrows in their body. I want to use melee to solve the battle.

One by one, he overturned sixteen Huron warriors with a broken spear. Seeing that no one jumped out to challenge him, he raised the spear and charged in one direction, and all the people around him dispersed , it is considered a life.

But he is the only one who is lucky like this, the other riders have no worse equipment and martial skills than him, but there is no one who can escape.

Last night, three Huron warriors appeared outside the position, two of them held up torches, and the other held a [-]-foot-long Northern Army cavalry spear and a blood-stained hat in the middle of the field, showing off their might to dance.

Everyone knows what that means.

Hu Lan didn't say anything, but asked people to go to Big Flint to get the arrows made by the Mohawks.

The 66 Mongolian riders were allotted two quiveres that night. Guan Zheng only knew that his Qianhu sent riders to send their spears outside the camp to store them at night.

He thought the Hurons would attack today. After leaving the low wall, Guan Zheng picked up a knife from the side and walked between the camps. The hole was put in, and he knelt down and said, "Be careful."

There are thirteen such burrows in the camp. The interior space is not big enough to hide a person and a small amount of food. After entering, the flag soldiers are re-laid with wooden boards and turf on the roof, leaving only a narrow ventilation hole. The Banner Army cannot get out by itself.

Each burrow is connected to several lead wires covered with wooden pipes and buried in the soil. The shortest lead wire is the tall birch tree next to it, and the long lead wire is connected to the landmines farther away.

The big flint of the Mohawk said that this tactic is cowardly, and a real warrior should be like him... Hundreds of Mohawks woke up early, and gathered around the campfire and weapons by the low wall in small groups sitting.

The order they received from the chieftain Da Flint was exactly the opposite of the order given to the Ming army by Hulan. At the beginning of the battle, they rushed out of the camp and defeated the cowardly Hurons from the front.

Hulan and Guan Zheng have already given up... Not to mention effectively mobilizing the more than 600 cockscomb heads, it is simply impossible for chickens and ducks to communicate.

There was no other way, Guan Zheng walked to the edge of the camp early in the morning, and asked the big raccoon to send someone to tell Flint: "After all, the alliance is moral, let him know, and if you can't stand it, return to the camp. Will help him put a burst of resistance."

Guan Zheng discussed with another [-] households of the Banner Army that they would cover the left wing for the Flint Department, but after the fight, they would retreat regardless of whether the Flint retreated or not.

Big Lizi's soldiers are good, they all stay on the two wings and don't move forward at all. As long as Hu Lan's cavalry runs, they may run faster than Guan Zheng.

The time passed in silence. When the sky was bright, the watchmen of the Banner Army who climbed up the birch tree and held binoculars sounded warnings. More and more Hurons appeared on the low slope in the distance. They walked out of the woodland and gathered together. Together, they formed a strangely shaped army formation, which was numerous and moved silently and slowly, bringing a great sense of oppression to the soldiers in the camp.

"how many people?"

Guan Zheng asked under the tree, Big Flint had conveyed the order to his subordinates, and the Mohawks were gathering to leave the camp. The watchman replied: "The 26 army formations all have at least a hundred people, and there are still people coming out of the forest. They may have forty squares."

Hu Lan came on horseback, raised his whip and pointed at Guan Zheng and several other hundred households: "There are six enemy troops in the east, four in the west, and the front of the north is covered in darkness. We will break out to the west later. Don't fall behind."

Hundreds of households took their orders and led the riders to dispatch westward. The infantry, the backbone of the breakout force, was also slowly moving westward. Only the gunmen and a small number of spearmen led by Guan Zheng remained behind. Look at the back of the Mohawk at the north gate of the camp.

Flint is indeed worthy of the word 'brave', at least he dared to bite the bullet and go forward when faced with an enemy several times larger than himself surrounded on three sides. The pitchers with short spears, they brought the long cards of the Ming army that they had rushed to make in the past few days, and they were made hastily and were not durable.

When the two sides approached [-] steps, the Hurons launched an attack amidst the howling of battle, and the distance was quickly pulled in. In a blink of an eye, they were within the range of bows and arrows. It's just a buckler.

The initial shooting distance was too far, and the stone arrows did not cause too many casualties on both sides. However, several phalanxes of the Hurons shot from three directions at the same time and completely suppressed the Mohawks. It was difficult for them to raise their hands and raise their bows against the stone arrows. .

The remaining phalanx of the Hurons took advantage of this opportunity to continue to press forward. When the distance was close enough that the bows and arrows did not need to be thrown, the curved ballistic spear throwing caused heavy casualties to the Mohawks, but most of the direct arrows were blocked by the long cards, which made them There is a chance to fight back.

But the formation still couldn't stop retreating.

As soon as the Hurons took one step forward, the Mohawks would have to take two or even three steps back. If there were not friendly troops and camps behind them, they would have trampled on each other by this time.

Faced with such a result, Flint could only utter incompetent rage, but no matter how much he roared, he couldn't maintain the line of dozens of people who fell, and then some people turned around and fled. The collapse of a small area caused more people to retreat. People pushed into the low wall.

But the Hurons can only go so far. Under Guan Zheng's order, they heard loud noises on the battlefield, and white mist that they had never seen before rose in front of the enemy's formation. In a moment, it hit the chest of the bravest warrior who charged.

At a very short distance, some lead will even penetrate the No.1 fighter and then hit the person behind him.

More than 600 Mohawk warriors risked huge casualties to only kill dozens of enemies. As the three rows of blunderbusses were shot out continuously, the Hurons who charged at the forefront fell down like wheat cut by a sickle.

The momentum of the charge was stopped by the bird gun team.

Guan Zheng's gunners did not stand up and shoot this time. They also imitated the appearance of the Spaniards, reloading while retreating, and retreated slowly towards the predetermined withdrawal point in the west in a backward horizontal formation.

(End of this chapter)