Chapter 342 Red Silk on the Earth
Chapter 342 Red Silk on the Earth
The Longxiang Army was an elite infantry unit used by Luchuan to protect the elephant soldiers. It had about 500 men.
They were all heavy infantry wearing heavy armor and holding big swords.
It is also one of the few armies in Luchuan that can resist elite cavalry.
It is precisely because of the protection of heavy infantry that the elephant soldiers can advance forward without restraint.
Under the pitch-black night, the battlefield was torn apart by sporadic artillery fire and occasional arrows.
Two hundred Longxiang soldiers, wearing heavy armor,
Like a torrent of steel, it displayed an unyielding perseverance in the dim starlight and the faint light of distant artillery fire.
Their steps were heavy and powerful.
Each step made a dull echo on the ground mixed with mud and gravel, like the breathing of an ancient giant beast.
The reflection of the heavy armor flickered in the occasional firelight, like moving scales.
The roar of artillery fire was deafening all around.
The blast produced a blast mixed with the smell of dirt and gunpowder.
It's overwhelming and suffocating.
But the Longxiong Army, led by Aruta, showed no fear.
Take big steps and rush forward!
Arrows rained down upon them, cutting through the night sky.
But the heavy armor blocked most of the attacks, and only the occasional crisp sound revealed how hard the armor on their bodies was.
On this battlefield covered by artillery fire and rain of arrows,
The Longxiong Army rushed towards the Golden Tooth Guards' position in an almost tragic manner.
Every step was taken with the courage and fearlessness to die!
The surrounding Luchuan troops and the Tianzhu people seemed to have found their backbone.
They began to gather towards the Longxiong Army, and more and more of them gathered!
This scene made Feng Cheng, who was rushing out from the Golden Tooth Guard, curse loudly.
He was not scolding the bravery of the Longxiong Army, nor was he scolding the Ming Dynasty for its blunt arrows.
Instead, they are criticizing some people in the country who are traitors.
This kind of heavy armor doesn't look like something Luchuan could make.
Strong defense while maintaining flexibility.
Luchuan does not have such iron smelting technology!
In the whole world, there is only the Ming Dynasty.
Now, this kind of craftsmanship and heavy armor have appeared in the Luchuan Army.
Feng Cheng couldn't imagine how much Luchuan had spent to buy these armors.
I don't know why some people in the country are so bold that they dare to sell such confidential items to foreign countries.
Feng Cheng was riding on his warhorse, breathing a little rapidly.
The Ming Dynasty naturally had weapons to deal with such heavy armor.
Whether it is an armor-piercing arrow or a divine arm crossbow, it can penetrate it with one shot.
But unfortunately, there is none among the Jinchi Guards now.
After taking a deep breath, Feng Cheng turned around and shouted towards the city wall:
"Wan Yu, move the crossbow carts over here and find the right opportunity to fire at the same time!"
"Yes!"
Wan Yu, holding a copper trumpet, shouted loudly, followed by the quick running of the messenger.
After doing all this, Feng Cheng took a deep breath.
Looking at the many cavalrymen gathering around,
Their armor was stained with blood, their long swords hung at their sides, and they were gasping for breath.
Feng Cheng looked down at the linen and bandages under the armor, which had turned blood red.
But for some reason, he only felt extremely excited at this moment and did not feel any pain at all.
He held a spear in his hand, his eyes were sharp,
Looking at the approaching Longxiong Army, he swung his spear lightly, and a sharp sound of breaking wind came.
"Listen carefully, the one in front is Luchuan's main general Aruta.
As long as we defeat these people in front of us, we will win this battle."
"No matter what the cost, we must keep them out and destroy the enemy's morale!"
"If you get something, the governor will give you a reward.
If you die in battle, Dusi will support your wife and children for the rest of your life!"
"In this battle, I will charge into the battle line with you, don't worry!"
As the words fell, a pair of sharp eyes lit up like stars suddenly appearing in the dark night.
The soldiers held their swords and spears tightly in their hands, their faces firm.
"I was ambushed by this Aruta twice, and he almost killed me both times."
"This time, we finally got the chance to face the enemy head-on. You must follow me and defeat the enemy!"
Feng Cheng let out a loud shout and then threw the brass trumpet in his hand.
He threw the horse zombie in his hand with all his strength.
The originally quiet warhorse suddenly became irritable, and the sound of violent horse hooves rang out.
Feng Cheng took the lead and rushed out!
"Brothers, follow me to defeat the enemy!"
The moonlight was obscured by thick smoke, leaving only chaos.
More than a thousand cavalrymen led by Feng Cheng came like a violent storm.
Feng Cheng rode on a tall warhorse, wearing black armor and holding a spear, like a god of war descending.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, he looked straight ahead and rushed towards the gathering Luchuan Army!
The cavalrymen's horses' hooves raised clouds of dust, as if they were clearing the way for the charge.
Feng Cheng stood tall and straight, his eyes cold and determined.
The distance is getting closer,
With a low and powerful roar, the spear in his hand was like a sword drawn from its sheath, cutting through the noise of the battlefield.
He spurred his horse at a gallop and headed straight for the enemy camp.
The spear drew a perfect arc in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound.
It instantly pierced through the chest of a Luchuan soldier, and blood splattered everywhere!
A trace of astonishment flashed across the soldier's eyes.
Then he flew backwards heavily, fell down powerlessly, and became another cold corpse on the battlefield.
Feng Cheng did not stop, his horse galloped on the battlefield like a black lightning.
He swung the spear in his hand continuously, and each stab was accurate and deadly.
Some Indians tried to resist with their few armor pieces.
But under the powerful momentum of the cavalry,
The armor was easily pierced through like paper, reaching the vital points.
The soldiers around him did the same, attacking with their spears and swords.
The originally densely packed battlefield seemed to have a momentary vacancy due to the cavalry charge!
On the battlefield, the sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and horses neighing were intertwined.
After an unknown amount of time, the cavalry charged and broke through the Luchuan Army's vanguard.
Saw the Dragon Army galloping over!!
Feng Cheng was covered in blood at this moment, his eyes were sharp,
Instantly, he saw Aruta at the center of the battle formation.
The tip of the spear thrust out, pointing forward.
"Aruta! Give me your life!!"
Aruta stood at the forefront of the battle formation, wearing heavy armor and holding a huge sword.
The fierce face showed a slight smile, full of disdain:
"He is defeated."
The two armies rushed towards each other like a torrent.
The cavalry charge was like a gust of wind, the sound of horse hooves shook the earth and raised a cloud of dust.
Their spears were like a dense rain of arrows, stabbing towards the Longxiong Army resolutely and fiercely!
The Longxiong Army led by Aruta is as solid as a rock!
Two hundred people stood still like a rock.
They were wearing heavy armor and stood shoulder to shoulder, forming an indestructible line of defense.
Their steps were in unison, and they held their swords tightly in both hands and raised them high, pointing them towards the sky.
Their pupils had contracted to the extreme, and their eyes were as sharp as torches, staring intently at the cavalry galloping towards them in the distance.
As the cavalry gradually approached, the muscles of the two hundred Longxiang soldiers began to tense.
Every inch of skin and every muscle is preparing for the upcoming battle.
The muscles on their arms, chests, thighs, and even faces are clearly defined!
Ten steps, five steps, three steps!
Aruta's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, his rough face was full of excitement, and he shouted:
"cut!"
The next moment, the blades fell together.
It drew perfect arcs in the air, like two hundred giant dragons ready to strike, opening their bloody mouths downwards!
In an instant, the lightning that was originally charging at a high speed was instantly cut into two pieces!
The sudden change happened so fast that it was breathtaking, as if even time had stopped.
The horses' wails suddenly sounded, sharp and shrill.
Their limbs, which were once full of strength, kicked wildly in the air, but they could not change their fate of being killed.
Blood spurted out like a fountain, dyeing the earth red.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which was nauseating.
The horse heads rolled in the air, with expressions of fear and unwillingness, and finally fell to the ground helplessly.
In the flying dust, only shocking bloodstains were left.
As for the soldiers on horseback, their fate was even more miserable.
Some of the people under the ruthless sword were cut in half,
The upper body was separated from the lower body, and blood gushed out, staining the battle robe and saddle red.
Some were hit on the shoulder or head by a big knife.
The whole person was thrown out by the huge force and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death was unknown.
Feng Cheng thrust his spear fiercely into the neck of a Longxiang soldier.
Take him flying, rush to the distance, detour in the distance, and then charge again!
The first time they faced each other, both sides suffered injuries!
Feng Cheng roared, and the cavalry, who had stopped for a while, charged again.
“Kill the enemy!!”
"cut!"
Aruta was equally unwilling to be outdone, and swung the long sword in his hand, shaking off the blood and flesh on it.
The sharp sword was raised high again, waiting for the next chop!
One side is as aggressive as fire, the other side is as still as a mountain.
As time passed, the battle lines of both sides collided in passion and despair.
The battlefield was huge, but they were like two raging torrents colliding fiercely in a narrow valley.
Every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar and flying sparks.
The swords and spears intertwined in the air to form a web of death, and every swing meant the death of life.
On the battlefield, blood flowed like streams, dyeing the earth red.
The air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood, and it seemed that even breathing had become difficult.
At this moment, no one disturbed the battlefield, allowing them to fight each other like this!
In the Jinchiwei camp, Wan Yu stared at the battlefield ahead, then turned back and roared at the crossbow cart.
"Shoot, why don't you shoot!"
"Sir, this is not possible. Lord Feng is still among them!!"
The hurried voice made Wan Yu frown.
He looked back to the south with the telescope in his hand, hoping to see the soldiers leaving the camp and completing the battle.
But whether on the south or west side, everyone is fighting bravely at this moment, and the war is still far from over!
Looking at the north and east sides, the Golden Tooth Guards, who had never encountered the city wall, finally got what they wanted after losing the constraints of the cavalry.
They touched the city wall and launched a series of attacks.
The crowd gradually appeared and piled up!!
The guards fired arrows, longbows, and muskets non-stop, and their spears also stabbed out non-stop.
However, the large number of Indians and Luchuan soldiers could not end the battle here in a short time.
For a moment, Wan Yu's expression became anxious, and Si Fang couldn't pull his hands away.
They are unable to support the cavalry troops fighting in the enemy camp!
If this continues, the outcome of the war will be unpredictable.
The Gold Tooth Guards might be able to hold out, but how long could they hold out without their cavalry?
"How to do how to do."
"The cavalry must be removed from the battlefield. We cannot keep fighting in one place for too long."
He took a deep breath, put the telescope aside, and shouted:
"Wang Han, take over the command. The reserve troops follow me out of the camp to kill the enemy!"
"Yes!"
In the south camp, the five hundred soldiers who had been ready for battle had sharp eyes and shouted loudly.
But on one side, the cannon commander Wang Han, whose face was covered in black and gray, did not move.
Wan Yu looked over suddenly and saw him standing there blankly. He roared:
"What are you doing!"
Wang Han was awakened by this voice, his eyes widened as wide as he could, and he quickly spoke:
“No need to go!!”
"Reinforcements!! Reinforcements are coming!!"
At the back of the battlefield, which symbolized the place of life and death, a low horn sounded suddenly.
Then came the orderly footsteps of the team.
Da da da--
Countless people looked back, their pupils suddenly contracting.
I saw a group of soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding muskets.
Like warriors emerging from the darkness, they walked out of the mountains and forests in unison.
Their steps were firm and powerful, and the sound of their armor colliding in unison struck everyone's heart.
The moonlight filtered through the treetops, dappling onto their armor, reflecting a cold, dark light.
The faces of the soldiers who suddenly appeared were full of determination and calmness.
Their eyes were like those of eagles, staring intently at the battlefield ahead. The muskets they held flashed coldly in the moonlight.
It was as if it was extremely hungry and thirsty, eager to taste the blood of its enemies.
They formed themselves in a formation never seen before,
Fifty people in a row, ten columns,
Like two moving steel walls, they slowly advanced towards the battlefield.
The birdsong in the mountains and forests seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The footsteps of the musketeers echoed across the battlefield.
Intertwined with the sounds of gunfire and shouting in the distance, it slowly became quiet!
The entire battlefield was shocked.
Countless Luchuan soldiers looked at the sudden musketeers with some fear, their eyes full of dullness and helplessness.
It seemed to be asking why there was someone behind.
Just as the musketeers' phalanx emerged from the mountains and forests like a torrent of steel, shaking the entire battlefield,
Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound of horse hooves on both sides.
The sound came from far away and was like the power of thunder contained in the rolling dark clouds in the sky, foreshadowing the coming of a storm.
Two groups of cavalrymen wearing dark armor and holding long swords,
Like two streaks of black lightning, they rushed out from the left and right sides of the musketeers.
Their mounts were majestic and powerful, and their hooves raised clouds of dust, like thousands of horses galloping, with a magnificent momentum.
The cavalry on the left were led by Zhang Yu. They were dressed in black armor and looked like ghosts in the night.
Like a sharp black blade,
Cutting through the smoke of the battlefield, they headed towards the Luchuan people on the left wing of the musketeers!
On the right side is Wu Fuliu's cavalry team, which is also heading towards the Luchuan people on the right side of the musketeers!
Two cavalry units galloped on both sides of the musketeer phalanx.
They are so fast that it is hard to keep up.
Before everyone could react, they had already started charging and clearing out the enemy troops on both sides!
With the rapid integration of the musketeer phalanx and the cavalry on both sides, the atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense.
The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and the smell of impending blood.
At the front of the musketeer formation, the two commanders Xu Zengshou and Guo Quan stood side by side.
Their eyes were firm and cold, as if they could penetrate the smoke and look deep into the enemy's camp.
There was an unprecedented excitement in his eyes.
In Yingtian, they were the unpromising second generation.
Now, they are the decisive force to end the war.
Such a huge disparity makes them feel that their life is not in vain!
Xu Zengshou was wearing black armor and holding a long sword.
The young face was much calmer than before, revealing an unquestionable majesty.
After my father passed away, the burden of the family fell on my eldest brother.
Xu Zengshou wanted to share the burden, but he didn't have the ability.
He joined the army, but he still had no skills and could only run errands.
He is not good at fighting, not good at battle formations, not good at strategy, and has no command over his generals.
Every day I can only try to stay cheerful, numb myself and make myself forget the burdens at home.
But now, the musket in his hand makes him a general.
He pursed his lips and said silently to himself:
"Brother, my younger brother can also support the family."
"Prepare!"
Xu Zengshou's voice is steady and powerful.
He raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at the densely packed enemy troops in front of him!
The musketeers quickly adjusted their positions and aimed their muskets forward.
Their movements were in perfect unison, like machines that had been tempered a thousand times, and every movement revealed their well-trained character.
"first round!"
"Six-stage attack!"
"put!"
When the voice was spoken, the Luchuan Army turned around and felt that Meng Ran
It's daybreak.
A deafening burst of gunfire suddenly broke out from the left phalanx of musketeers.
Six rounds of salvos were fired almost at the same time, with flames flying and smoke filling the air.
The roar of muskets echoed over the battlefield.
Every gunshot was accompanied by the enemy’s wailing, and then quickly drowned out by the next round of gunfire!
After the first round of volleys, the battlefield in front was instantly shrouded in thick smoke, as if swallowed by a thick layer of black fog.
Flames flickered in the smoke, as if the gates of hell were suddenly pushed open, releasing endless death and destruction.
When the smoke cleared, the scene on the battlefield was shocking.
The originally dense enemy formation had a square gap for a moment.
There is nothing ahead, no enemy troops standing!
There were only corpses that were shattered into pieces by the fierce attacks of the musketeers.
The ground was like wheat blown down by the wind, and the enemy's corpses were scattered all over the ground, like overturned building blocks, connected end to end.
Their bodies were riddled with holes from musketry and blood was gushing out.
They tried to struggle to stand up, but their bodies were already mutilated by bullets.
I can only fall to the ground helplessly, waiting for death to come.
Their eyes were filled with fear and despair; they had already seen the end of their lives.
There was no wailing, groaning, or crying for help.
Even the distant shouts, the roar of cannons, and the clashing of weapons all stopped for a moment.
The entire battlefield became quiet and dead silent.
Feng Cheng, who had just finished the charge, looked behind him in a daze, his eyes suddenly widening.
Aruta pulled his hand out of the ground and turned around.
He was tall, but he couldn't cross the battlefield.
All I could see was that the quiet battlefield in the rear suddenly became chaotic and noisy.
He started running around, as if there was something extremely evil behind him!
The first round of volleys was not intended to cause huge casualties to the Luchuan Army.
It is more about destroying the enemy’s psychological defenses!
In an instant, morale completely collapsed at this moment.
They began to flee in all directions, trying to find a way to escape.
But at this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the east and west.
More than a thousand cavalrymen rushed out from nowhere and cruised around the edges of the battlefield on the east and west sides like cheetahs.
The pupils of the many Luchuan soldiers who were originally fleeing suddenly contracted when they felt the murderous aura in front of them! !
He quickly turned around and ran back!
At this moment, they began to converge towards the center of the battlefield!
Liu Heiying made a joyful sound, waving the long sword in his hand continuously.
The cavalry under his command were like an invisible net, driving the Luchuan army away tightly!
In the musket formation,
There was a flash of cruelty in Guo Quan's eyes, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth!
"Musketeers! Forward!!"
The orderly footsteps sounded again, heading towards the increasingly dense military formation ahead!
The musketeers quickly filled the gap created by the first round of volleys and stood firmly on the corpses!
"Round 2!"
Guo Quan's voice became more resolute.
It was as if he wanted to put all his strength into this round of shooting.
He was not the eldest son of the family and had money, but he had no power and no ability.
It was the musket and long sword in his hands that gave him the foundation for survival.
He vowed to become the most dazzling general in the family.
"Father, I will not take away my elder brother's title. I will get the title myself!"
He murmured in a low voice, and every word seemed to be tempered by the smoke of the battlefield, with unquestionable determination.
He raised the long sword in his hand high, his eyes were like torches, he focused on his faith and roared!
"Six-stage attack!"
"put!"
Fire snakes spewed, smoke filled the air,
Pull the trigger and a row of fire snakes appear.
Step back, rotate, pull the trigger again, and the fire snake appears again!
Bullets fell like raindrops, and the Luchuan soldiers fell one after another.
Their bodies rolled in the smoke and finally they let out a wail.
A burly Luchuan soldier wearing armor raised a long sword and organized a resistance of about two hundred people!
They waved their weapons and tried to break through the musketeers' artillery fire line.
However, under the intensive and rapid fire, their resistance seemed pale and powerless.
With rapid fire, row after row of enemy troops were hit.
Their bodies fell in the smoke like wheat blown down by the wind, and their blood dyed the earth red.
Guo Quan stood in front of the formation, staring at the battlefield ahead with a sharp gaze.
The smoke gradually dissipated, leaving only dead silence on the battlefield.
The enemy had completely collapsed and they fled in all directions, trying to find a way to escape.
However, their escape route was completely blocked due to the joint pursuit of the cavalry.
"Musketeers, forward!!!"
When Li Jinglong, holding a long sword, saw this scene, his face was filled with unconcealable excitement!
"Go ahead and push them against the city wall!"
"Brothers, head south!"
Shoot, rotate, shoot!
A musketeer team of more than a thousand people left the battlefield.
Advance forward under the protection of cavalry on both sides!
Driven by the cavalry, the enemy came into range, took the gunfire, and died.
The battlefield was silent, with only the crackling sound of muskets exploding.
Smoke filled the air, flames splashed everywhere,
The enemy fell to the ground under the suppression of firepower.
Their bodies twisted and tumbled in the smoke, and they groaned and wailed in pain.
The shooting did not stop, they continued at a steady pace.
Shoot round after round, move forward step by step.
At some point, a long, straight red silk cloth seemed to be spread across the dark earth by an invisible hand.
But it is not something to celebrate.
It is a river of blood formed by the blood of countless corpses.
Everyone stared in amazement as the smoke cleared, revealing a heart-pounding scene.
Corpses were scattered all over the ground, just like a wheat field after an autumn harvest, except that what was harvested here was the end of life.
The blood dyed the soil red and gathered into thin streams, winding through this land of death and interweaving with the darkness of the night.
The musketeers walked on the red silk,
There was no joy on his face, only deep awe.
On this bloody battlefield forged by countless lives,
The power displayed by the musket phalanx was beyond everyone's imagination.
Even the soldiers who operated the muskets with their own hands had not expected it to be so shocking.
Although the night is dark, under the moonlight,
Every musket is like a sickle in the hand of the god of death.
Reaping lives, leaving behind cold trails.
Even the many cavalrymen guarding on both sides, those elite soldiers who were accustomed to charging into battle and being invincible, could not help but feel complicated at this moment.
The cavalrymen led by Liu Heiying also stood there in a daze, their eyes full of astonishment.
Fast, too fast.
The speed of killing the enemy is too fast.
It was so fast that everyone was overwhelmed and unable to react.
The entire southern battlefield fell into silence, and the artillery fire on the city walls stopped.
Feng Cheng's cavalry stopped charging, and the Longxiang Army stopped swinging their swords.
On the battlefield, the wind seemed to have stopped.
They are all veteran soldiers who have experienced many battles.
For the first time they realized
The passing of life is so simple, so simple that it only requires a light pull of the trigger.
The night is still deep and silent.
The battlefield, however, was filled with an unusual atmosphere, full of complexity.
(End of this chapter)