Chapter 291 The Bravery of Ming Infantry

Chapter 291 The Bravery of Ming Infantry

Chapter 291 The Bravery of Ming Infantry
Deng Zhizhong sat in front of the campfire, with a long knife stuck beside him.
As if watching a bird baking quietly,
But his eyes were always looking around, checking for any gaps.
This was not the first time that the Dragon and Tiger Guards had used the method of feigning defeat.

The soldiers are all skilled at it.

Everyone seems to be busy, but their attention is not on the things at hand!

They were tense and ready to dodge the first wave of arrow attacks.

But something unexpected happened.

The rustling sound kept getting closer.
The location secretly conveyed by the messenger was getting closer and closer.
Why haven't they drawn their bows and arrows yet? What are these Luchuan people waiting for?
A trace of doubt flashed across Deng Zhizhong's eyes.
Judging from the concealment ability and movement speed of these Luchuan soldiers,

They are clearly elite soldiers from Luchuan, strong and healthy.

But why hasn't the bow and arrow suppression been launched yet?

Especially now that the three-sided encirclement has been completed,

It's time for them to use their proficiency in javelin, so what are they waiting for?

Deng Zhizhong pursed his lips, held the long knife in his right hand, and grabbed the stool under his butt with his left hand.
The stool has been modified to have a much larger wooden board on top.
It can be regarded as a simple shield, waiting for the feather arrows and javelins,

but now.
Seeing the movement getting closer and closer, almost within a hundred steps,

Although the sky was gray, they could not ignore the swaying of the branches.

If they can't find the enemy at this distance, how can they be considered the elite troops of the Beijing Army?
The difficulty of faking a defeat is to make the enemy think it is a real defeat.
Therefore, fighting with all your strength and retreating hesitantly are the essence.

After thinking for a while, Deng Zhizhong made a decision and stood up suddenly.
Looking towards the dense forest not far to the south, he let out a loud roar:
"Enemy attack!!!"

In an instant, the quiet camp became noisy and chaotic!
The torches that were originally lit went out instantly, and the entire camp was in darkness.
Human figures were walking back and forth in the moonlight, and only one or two dark shadows could be vaguely seen.

This stunned Doji, who was hiding in the forest and approaching slowly, with doubts flashing in his eyes.

Aren’t these Ming troops here meant to lure the enemy deep into our territory?
How can we proactively discover the enemy?
In his imagination, even if they came close, the Ming army would pretend not to see them.
After the first contact with the enemy, they were immediately defeated.

He fled backwards and they pursued him again.

now
It was also Doji's first time leading an army, so he inevitably felt a little flustered about not being able to control the situation.

But he still forced himself to suppress his emotions, with a sharp look in his eyes.
This is my first time leading an army, so I have to fight well.

"There are only about a thousand of them, and they are the ones who lure the enemy."

There was a ruthlessness in Doji's eyes, and he spoke in a deep voice:
"Press forward from the east and west, the Southern Army is waiting,
When the battle is fierce, we will charge in and defeat them in one fell swoop!"

The middle-aged general beside him had a hint of hesitation on his face when he heard this.
He was sent by Nabudi to guard against things that were out of control.

This strategy cannot be said to be good or bad.

Thinking that there were nearly 1,500 men in the East and West routes, I had the advantage.
He no longer hesitated and spoke in a deep voice:
"Yes!"

The middle-aged man retreated quietly. Doji stared at his back and snorted coldly!
The night is as dark as ink, the stars are hidden,
In the silence, only the chirping of insects and the whisper of wind remain.

At this moment, a loud arrow streaked across the sky.
With a sharp whistle, the silence around was instantly destroyed!
The flames burning at the tip of the arrow,
Like a shooting star in the night sky, it glows red.

Almost at the same time,

The forests on the east and west sides were originally swaying slightly, as if something had run over them.
The branches and leaves began to collide violently, and there were the sounds of heavy footsteps and the crisp sound of weapons clashing.

A suppressed and turbulent aura surged from the forest.
The air was filled with tension and solemnity.

"kill!!!"

A cry, like thunder,

In the darkness, two groups of Luchuan soldiers rushed out from the depths of the dense forest like ghosts.
Their figures loomed on the edge of the moonlight,
The long sword in his hand flashed coldly in the dim light.

It was like a long-dormant beast baring its fangs, emitting a heart-pounding murderous aura.

The faces of these soldiers were difficult to discern in the darkness.
But their eyes were unusually bright, filled with a desire to kill the enemy.

The slight curve at the corner of his mouth expressed his excitement for the upcoming fight.

Although the Dragon and Tiger Guard camp had fallen into silence,
There were only a few faint flickering flames left, but they were still prey in their eyes.

Watching the enemy troops rushing out of the darkness on both sides,

Once again, Deng Zhizhong was stunned, with disbelief flashing in his eyes.

What are these Luchuan people doing?
But he did not hesitate and shouted:
"Bows and crossbows fire from both sides, east and west!"

The slightly old voice echoed in the night sky, like thunder.

In the camp of the Dragon and Tiger Guards, countless archers who had already taken their positions quickly changed their positions.
Pull the trigger without hesitation and release the bowstring!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sound of arrows piercing the air came one after another.
Like dense raindrops pouring down,

Draw graceful arcs in the darkness, and then plunge fiercely into the enemy's charge camp!

Suddenly, there were screams and wails from the enemy troops, as well as muffled groans from bodies falling to the ground.
The blood dyed the night red, and also indicated that the war had begun!
One round of crossbow volleys was not enough to slow down the speed of the Luchuan soldiers' charge.

Deng Zhizhong had already taken out a telescope to check the distance and waved his hand again:

"volley!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded again, and the arrow rushed into the sky.
Then it fell heavily, piercing deeply into the ground, branches, and body!
The splattered blood made the slightly damp air even more smelly.
After the charge, the Luchuan soldiers’ pace has been reduced from over a hundred steps at the beginning to less than twenty steps now!

Deng Zhizhong put away the telescope without any hesitation.

He then drew out the long sword in his hand and swung it vigorously:
"Shields!!! East and west!"

The roar resounded through the night sky again, accompanied by the waving of the command flag.

A series of heavy and orderly footsteps were heard in the camp, and the ground was shaking slightly.

About two hundred soldiers responded quickly, dropping their swords without hesitation.

He then picked up the heavy shield that had been prepared long ago and quickly moved to the east and west sides!

He skillfully raised the shield to his chest, connecting one piece to another, tightly wrapping the east and west sides of the camp!
The soldiers' eyes were as sharp as eagles.

They hid behind their shields, half-bent their bodies, pursed their lips, and their faces were full of determination.

The body exerted strength secretly, and the muscles were tensed under the shield.
Be prepared for the coming violent collision.

The air was filled with tension and anticipation.
In this extremely depressing atmosphere, the shouting and screaming became closer and closer until it was right in front of them!

The sounds of shouting, footsteps and weapons clashing intertwined.

A surging wave formed and rushed towards the shield barrier of the Dragon and Tiger Guards.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At the moment of the collision, the entire camp seemed to tremble.

The enemy's long swords swung like a violent storm.
But the shield barrier of the Dragon and Tiger Guards was as solid as a rock.

Every collision caused a burst of sparks, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal hitting metal.
The soldiers gritted their teeth, held their shields tightly with both hands, and planted their feet firmly on the ground.
He used all his strength and his body shook again and again.

The Luchuan soldiers who were rushing forward were stopped in their tracks and struggled in front of the shields.

"prick!"

The military order was brief and powerful, and suddenly sounded in the tense confrontation.

Following this order, in the gaps of the shield,
The sharp spears were like dormant poisonous snakes.
Suddenly, they poked out from the gaps in the shields, and the tips of these spears were stained with gold.

"Ah! Ah!"

Screams and wails rang out instantly.

Along with the unique pungent smell of gold juice, the Luchuan soldiers who were charging into the battle began to show a bit of confusion.

The stabbed soldier retreated in terror and was pushed down and trampled to death by the surging enemy troops.

But this could not stop the offensive of the Luchuan soldiers.

In Deng Zhizhong's sight, the Luchuan people had already begun to outflank, trying to break through the defense from the north and south.

He decisively ordered: "Send fire!"

The sharp sound of the arrow breaking through the air rang out again, drawing an arc, passing through the shield, and shooting into the Luchuan battle formation.

This volley caused more damage than the previous two volleys, simply because the battle formation was so dense!
Deng Zhizhong didn't know how many Luchuan people died.

But he knew that the shield soldiers could hold off for a few breaths, which was enough.

At least it caused considerable casualties to the people of Luchuan.

"Shield soldiers retreat and switch to swords, spear soldiers take over!"

After the order was given, the shield soldiers who were originally on high alert began to retreat in an orderly manner.

They have practiced this countless times.
You don't even need to use your brain to control it.

As they retreated, they quickly put down their shields.

He drew out the long sword from his waist, breathing heavily.

At the same time, he took out a handful of dried apricots wrapped in sugar and stuffed them into his mouth.

Chew quickly, restore your strength quickly, and prepare for the final fight!

Three volleys, three lancers' charge,
This is the most common method of weakening the enemy during training!
As they retreated,
The spearmen in the rear rushed forward suddenly like a long-awaited tiger.

The spears in their hands were like a forest of bamboo poles, blocking the charge route of the Luchuan soldiers.

The Luchuan soldiers were like a flood that broke through a dam, surging and surging.
But under the obstruction of the spearmen, they seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and could not move forward at all.

The long spear coated with gold in front of me is frightening.
"Triple Stab!!"

Deng Zhizhong issued the order again, his voice full of firmness and determination.

Upon hearing this, the spearmen immediately began their series of assassinations.

They quickly retracted their spears.
At the same time, take a step forward, root your feet firmly to the ground.

Then he thrust the spear in his hand with all his strength and rushed out!

The spear flashed across the night sky like lightning, accompanied by a gust of cold wind.
The next moment, the sound of blood piercing through flesh and blood was heard, accompanied by bursts of wailing!
The Luchuan soldiers could not help but take a step back because the spearmen came forward.
But the second sprint came immediately, the spearman took another step forward, and stabbed out with the spear!

Next comes the third step!

The dense gun tips pierced into the body of the Luchuan soldier, and when they were pulled out, they twisted hard, accompanied by a bone-chilling scream!
It's intimidating.

Massive casualties began.

Their charge formation was disrupted and their morale suffered a severe blow.

The raging flood,
But at this moment, he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move at all.

Looking around, there were corpses everywhere.
Before they even came into contact with the enemy, they had already suffered such damage.
The situation made the Luchuan soldiers a little confused. What happened?
Not far away, Doji was watching the battlefield quietly and was in a state of terror.
He watched the soldiers fall one by one.

Looking at the shield soldiers and spearmen that were like a city wall, I suddenly felt powerless.
Why can't I get through? He turned his head and looked behind him. There was the last army.
At this time, the middle-aged man ran over quickly and said in a low voice:

"Sir, all of you should attack us. In a battle with almost equal numbers, the Ming army is more elite!"

A trace of regret flashed across his face, and after a volley of crossbow arrows,

You should just press on, you shouldn't hesitate!

How could soldiers calmly shoot crossbows and organize battle formations when facing an encirclement? They must be the elite of the Ming Dynasty!
Duoji's eyes were filled with bloodshot. He looked at the middle-aged man.
He was a little dissatisfied, but it is important for people to know themselves, and that's just the kind of person he is.

"I'll listen to you. The whole army will attack!"

As he spoke, Doji suddenly drew out the long sword in his hand and shouted to the front:
"Generals, kill them!"

The deafening shouts of killing rang out from the dense forest.
In the military camp, Deng Zhizhong looked towards the southern forest with a smile on his face.
As long as the troops are divided, the outcome of both sides will depend on the final charge.

The friendly forces were thinking about making one last charge to defeat the enemy, and their morale was boosted.

The enemy wanted to block the charge, demoralize the enemy, and launch a counterattack.

However, when dividing your forces to charge forward, be careful not to act rashly!
If the last charge cannot be the last straw that breaks the camel's back, then it is better to be still than to move.

The attack failed and the morale of our side collapsed in an instant.

Deng Zhizhong was waiting for this final charge.

As long as we can stop it, we will win the battle.

Deng Zhizhong looked to both sides and shouted:

"Sword soldiers, move forward and stop the enemy. Spear soldiers, step back and switch to swords. Stop them for me!!"

The shield soldiers rested for a while, I wonder if they had enough time for a cup of tea.
Upon hearing the military order, he immediately drew his sword and stepped forward, taking over the spear position, charging with all his might!

The spearmen quickly retreated, threw away their spears, drew their long swords, and pressed forward.

There were five hundred men on both sides, not many in number;

But the fierce momentum they exuded was like a violent storm, which made it difficult for the Luchuan soldiers on both sides to breathe.

Facing this fierce attack, the Luchuan soldiers
They couldn't help but feel fear and their morale began to waver.

Especially the attitude of exchanging injury for life, which almost made them retreat!

Seeing that the formation was stable, Deng Zhizhong drew out the long sword from his waist.

He looked at the more than 500 soldiers who had been waiting in the camp and shouted:
"Turn south and fire a volley of bows and crossbows to stop the enemy!"

Whoosh whoosh—

The sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded again, shooting towards the charging soldiers.

This move is not intended to kill, but to suppress morale and delay the buffer zone.

As expected, the Luchuan soldiers, who were originally so aggressive, seemed to be hindered.

After three rounds of volleys, their speed slowed down and their morale suffered a considerable blow.

Deng Zhizhong laughed loudly, drew out the long knife from his waist, and slashed hard in the darkness:
"Charge with your swords, and defeat them head-on!"

As the order was given, the soldiers of the Dragon and Tiger Guards rushed forward bravely like tigers descending from the mountains.

"kill!!!"

For the first time, such a uniform shout appeared on the originally noisy and quiet battlefield.
The bodies of the Luchuan soldiers were encouraged!
The infantry charged, and the sounds of chaotic footsteps and armor colliding could be heard from time to time.

In the darkness, it seemed as if two torrents collided with each other, and a fierce fight broke out in an instant.

Every swing of the knife was accompanied by a scream, and blood dyed the battlefield red.

The roars of the soldiers, the clash of weapons, and the groans of the wounded were intertwined.
The fighting reached a fever pitch as soon as they made contact!

A Luchuan soldier had a bloody face and red eyes.

The blade of the long sword in his hand was already bent, but he still swung it with all his might.

His left arm was pierced by a spear, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

But he seemed to feel no pain, and fought with the Ming army with his tenacious will.

Every time you swing the knife, you are slashing away your last life.

Across from him, a soldier from the Dragon and Tiger Guards, his armor was stained red by the blood splattered around him.

He fell down more than once, and struggled to stand up again.

His face was covered with sweat and dirt, but his eyes remained firm.

The spear in his hand had been chopped off, and the other half remained in the body of the Luchuan soldier.
He quickly drew out the short knife from his waist and slashed forward.

On the battlefield, the most fearful thing is hesitation. The more afraid you are, the faster you will die!
Only by scaring the enemy can you survive!
His abdomen was cut open by a knife, and his intestines were vaguely visible.
But he seemed to be unaware of it, and just used all his strength and clenched his teeth.
He thrust the dagger deep into the eye socket of Luchuan Bing and twisted it hard.
He let out a hearty laugh and then fell to the ground.

The battles around were also caught up in this brutal fight where injuries were exchanged for lives.

A soldier of the Dragon and Tiger Guard had his arm chopped off, with a piece of flesh still sticking to his arm.
But he still held the weapon tightly with his other hand, charging forward and slashing.
His broken arm dangled at his side, swinging constantly, but he felt no pain.

A young man in his twenties had his chest pierced, blood spurting from his mouth.

But he stood tall and firm, holding the sharp sword tightly with both hands, and pushed it towards the long sword of his comrade behind him!

The long knife pierced through the Luchuan man's chest, leaving an extra knife tip on his back.

They both died at the same time.

Struggling, tumbling, hacking, biting,
Every confrontation is the spark of life colliding and extinguishing.

Blood mixed with dirt,
A shocking red quagmire appeared.

The wailing, roaring, and crashing sounds were no longer insignificant.

The charge from the south was undoubtedly stopped, even though it was five hundred to seven hundred.

But the sharp sword, the hard armor,

And day after day of training has made up for the gap in numbers.

Under the attack of 500 people, the soldiers of Luchuan retreated little by little, their momentum was crushed, and the battlefield was slaughtered.

Human lives are like grass, disappearing one by one.

Doji's head fell to the ground, with shock and confusion in his eyes.

He didn't understand why the outnumbered
Are the Ming troops really so elite that they can fight like this?
No one answered, and his consciousness became blurred.
He was kicked around on the battlefield like a ball, and in a flash his face couldn't be seen clearly.

Just when the two thousand men of Luchuan were about to be defeated,
A more violent shout of killing came.
Coming from the mountains and forests on all sides, there were enemy troops everywhere.

The eyes of the Luchuan soldiers who were fighting suddenly widened.
A look of joy flashed through his mind. The reinforcements must be from Lord Meng Wu.

Similarly, Deng Zhizhong, who was swinging his sword vigorously, also had a flash of joy in his eyes.

He heaved a sigh of relief and cursed in his heart.

"Damn it, these Luchuan people are not that stupid."

It would be quite troublesome if he really killed all these two thousand people.

Deng Zhizhong did not hesitate, and turned to look at the nearly 500 soldiers who were still fighting hard on the east and west sides.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he gave the order in a deep voice.
"We are retreating northward!

Xiang Wenyuan, your troops will cover the rear, and the seriously injured will stay behind to stop the enemy!"

A middle-aged man who was fighting suddenly withdrew from the battlefield.
He was in his thirties, with an ordinary face, a calm expression, blood on his face, and only slightly breathing heavily.

He looked around, took in the battle situation, and turned back to shout:
"Yes!!"

The Southern Luchuan soldiers who were fighting felt the pressure eased.
The Ming army no longer advanced, but retreated rapidly.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Wenyuan's face seemed frozen by frost.

His sword flashed like lightning, cutting through the night sky and pointing towards the south.
The voice echoed: "Come fifty men, fill the battle line, no time to hesitate!"

Before he finished speaking, fifty soldiers who were fighting were like wild horses running away.
With his agile figure, he quickly penetrated the gap in the battle line and built a human wall with his flesh and blood.

Swords flashed, and the enemy's force was several times greater than theirs.
But there was no fear on their faces.

However, at the critical moment of life and death, countless torches suddenly lit up in the forest.
They are like stars in a myriad of numbers, or like the fire of hell, densely packed and countless.

Under the light of the fire, the enemy's figures surged in like a tide.

The number is so large that it is terrifying.

Xiang Wenyuan's heart trembled, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

But he did not back down, instead he became more determined.

He called out again:
"Come another fifty, block the enemy in front and cover the retreat of our friendly forces!"

The defense line that was originally composed of fifty people was not solid, and now it is even more shaky.

They stood up and faced the enemy who was full of vigor and vitality.
They showed no fear at all, and the weapons in their hands were like lightning, constantly reaping lives.

Spears pierced his chest, arrows pierced his head, blood stained his robe,

The shouts and screams became weaker and weaker, and the figures became fewer and fewer.

At last,
Only Xiang Wenyuan was left.

He was surrounded by the Luchuan army like a solid wall, surrounded on all sides.
Every pair of eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.

Xiang Wenyuan's battle robe had already been soaked in blood.
He couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's. There were two long knives stuck in his chest and blood kept dripping.

His eyes were still sharp, and he showed no sign of backing down.

Sweat and blood mixed together and slid down his cheeks, splashing tiny blood flowers.

He didn't know when the spear in his right hand had been deeply embedded in the chest of an enemy, and there were still a few strands of blood hanging from the tip of the spear.
The long knife in his left hand was already full of serrations, with only half of it remaining, with some minced meat hanging on it.

His vision gradually blurred, and he looked towards the north.
There were five hundred comrades who had left the battlefield.

He seemed to see the figures chasing him from behind.

For some reason, he suddenly laughed.

A smile froze on his face, a kind of open-mindedness that transcended life and death and took everything lightly.

As his strength was exhausted, his vision gradually blurred.

The world around me began to fade, eventually fading into a deep darkness.

Until the vision gradually blurred and fell into darkness.

Everything around me was silent, only the wind was still blowing, with a hint of sadness that was barely noticeable.
It seems to be telling an unknown tragic story.

(End of this chapter)