Chapter 343 Fighting for the Clan

Chapter 343 Fighting for the Clan

Chapter 343 Fighting for the Clan
The war is still going on in full swing.
Lu Yunyi sat on his warhorse, looking at the battlefield ahead, nodded slightly, his expression extremely calm.

In his imagination, the phalanx of musketeers would look like this on the battlefield.

Destroy all the invading enemies in front of you.

He tilted his head to look at the clerk who was constantly recording the war, and spoke in a deep voice:
"I told you to remember."

Yao Tongchen, who was standing there in a daze, shuddered.
Looking down at the booklet that should have been full but was now empty,
There was a trace of panic on his face.
Lu Yunyi looked down and laughed:
"Anyone can be distracted on the battlefield, except for clerks. I will punish you for this offense once, and it will never happen again."

"The war records were completed after the war."

"Yes!" Yao Tongchen breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief flashing across his face.
At the same time, turn the page of the booklet in your hand and prepare to record.

Lu Yunyi spoke in a deep voice and told the story.

Yao Tongchen wrote quickly.
Musket Phalanx Weakness Record,

[1: Weak melee ability:
The main advantage of the musket phalanx lies in its long-range firepower, but it is relatively weak in close combat.

Once the enemy forces break through the musketeers' firing range and approach to close range, it will be difficult for the musketeers to respond effectively.
At this time, you need to rely on cavalry or other melee troops on both sides for protection.

The battle formation is a bit bloated, and the battle needs to be carried out in an open area.]
[II: Shooting interval and reloading time:
Although musketeers can increase their firing rate through tactics such as six-stage shooting,

But it takes time to reload after each shot, which constitutes an interval in its firepower output.

During this period, the musketeers were in a relatively defensive state.
If the enemy has high-speed cavalry, they will be able to seize the opportunity and counterattack.]
[Three: Limited battlefield adaptability:
The power of the musket phalanx depends largely on its strict formation and close coordination.

But in complex and changeable terrain and battlefields, such as mountains, swamps, etc.

The mobility and adaptability of the musket phalanx would be severely restricted, affecting its combat effectiveness.]
[Three: Morale and psychological pressure:
Although the musketeers were rigorously trained,
But after continuous shooting and witnessing the bloody scenes on the battlefield, morale and psychological state will be affected.

A long period of high pressure will cause soldiers to experience negative emotions such as fatigue and fear, which will affect their combat effectiveness and rotation.]
[IV: Logistics and maintenance requirements:
As a relatively complex military weapon, the maintenance and care of the musket requires certain professional knowledge and skills.

At the same time, the supply and storage of gunpowder was also a big problem.

In a long war, logistical issues may become a key factor restricting the combat effectiveness of the musket phalanx.]
[Five: It is difficult to achieve a balance between killing enemies and configuration:
The configuration of the musket phalanx needs to consider the balance between long-range firepower output and melee protection.

In order to ensure that the musketeers can safely deliver firepower,

A certain number of cavalry or infantry are required as guards to prevent the enemy from breaking through the defense line.

However, if these guards broke away from the musket formation and charged at all costs,

It can also cause the same killing effect as the musket phalanx.

This creates a contradiction:
On the one hand, guards were needed to protect the musketeers.

On the other hand, the escort troops themselves also have strong combat capabilities, which will cause combat power redundancy.]
[Six: The contradiction between high cost and cheap labor:

As an elite force on the battlefield, the musketeers
Its ability to kill enemies is indeed powerful, but the financial investment behind it is equally huge.

From weapons manufacturing, gunpowder procurement to soldier training and equipment, every link requires a large amount of silver support.

For the imperial court, faced with the high cost of musketeers,
Cheaper soldiers are often chosen as substitutes.

Although these soldiers were poorly equipped and relatively weak in combat effectiveness,
But their lives are cheap and plentiful,

It can replace musketeers to a certain extent to complete combat missions.

The imperial court achieved the victory by letting these soldiers sacrifice their lives.

It not only reduced the cost of war, but also ensured the progress of military operations and the achievement of victory to a certain extent.

For example: A musketeer completes a combat mission with 95 points, and an ordinary soldier completes a combat mission with 90 points.

Increasing it by five points would cost double the amount of money to train, so the cost-effectiveness is not high.

Therefore, the balance between high costs and cheap labor is difficult to achieve.]
Lu Yunyi's voice was cold and Yao Tongchen quickly recorded.
His handwriting was particularly beautiful, and Lu Yunyi had to admit that
Good handwriting can really make people happy.

Lu Yunyi pinched his brows and waved his hands casually:
"I'll record these first. There are too many shortcomings to list in full."

Lu Yunyi said this, then picked up the telescope and continued to look at the battlefield.

Regardless of whether it was Yao Tongchen or the many guards on the side,
I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe.
All they could see was the musketeers killing people in all directions and quickly clearing the battlefield.
But adults can see the many hidden dangers and shortcomings behind it, even shortcomings that they cannot understand.

Half an hour later, after the musketeers' rampage, the battle was nearing its end.

In the entire Jinchiwei northern battlefield, only the Longxiong Army was still standing there in a daze, seemingly at a loss as to what to do.

The musket phalanx has now split into two.
Under the protection of the cavalry, a massive massacre took place!

Cleaning up the battlefields in the east and west,

Today, the entire northern battlefield is in ruins.
The corpses everywhere made people feel helpless, and looking down from a high place, it seemed extremely terrifying.

At this point, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

At this time, the sound of rapid horse hooves rang out.

Lu Yunyi looked in the direction of the voice and saw Ma Dake, who was assigned to the rear army to guard the Indians.

Seeing that it was him, Lu Yunyi's face became solemn.
"What happened?"

"Sir, the Indians have made some moves.
More than 20 people broke away from the team, led by a young man named Mangguruda, who wanted to surrender to us.

Ma Dake spoke rapidly, with a look of doubt and surprise on his face.

what?
After hearing this, Lu Yunyi's face flashed with confusion for a moment, and then his eyes widened.

A sudden realization came into his mind, and he turned back to look at the Longxiong Army standing alone on the battlefield.

He saw the tallest man,
He is also the main general of Luchuan on this trip, Aruta.

Lu Yunyi frowned slightly, his pupils contracted, and his eyes were filled with danger.

He knew why the war was so urgent and why the Indians were hiding on the banks of the Lujiang River.

The Aruta in front of him did have a conflict with Luchuan.

And in such a war, he took action to protect his people.

He still did not remain loyal to Luchuan, but chose to be loyal to his tribe.

"Where are they?"

Ma Dake turned his head and pointed to the edge of the battlefield:

"over there."

Lu Yunyi looked in that direction.

On the northern battlefield, which was littered with corpses, a few standing figures suddenly appeared.
Wearing armor but no weapons,

He was running quickly among the corpses, running towards the Longxiong Army.

"Sir, this is the condition for their surrender. If you let them go, the other Indians will behave themselves."

Lu Yunyi looked thoughtful and nodded slightly:

"Well done. Let those people wait in the forest and not wander around. Anyone who leaves the forest without permission will be killed without mercy."

"Yes!"

"Go."

Ma Dake ran away quickly, Lu Yunyi waved his hand and headed towards the battlefield below.

On the battlefield filled with smoke and flames,
Mangguruda's figure seemed particularly lonely.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, and sweat and tears were intertwined.
It slid down my cheeks, blurring my vision, but it could not blur the deep sorrow in my heart.

All around, there is endless desolation and despair.

The bodies were scattered all over the place, and his eyes shuttled through the dead silence.
The running steps are sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
Suddenly, he paused.
The whole person seemed to be fixed by invisible chains, and his eyes were fixed on a familiar body.

That was his uncle, half of his body had been beaten to pieces and he was dead.

Tears burst out again, and Mangguluda could not stand still.
He staggered forward, and not far away, another familiar figure came into view. It was his childhood playmate, Amir, who always had a bright smile.

Now lying on this land,
He looked at the sky with empty eyes, as if still telling an unfinished dream.

"In the future, we will ensure that our people have enough food to eat."

Every time he recognized a corpse, Mangguruda's heart felt like it was hit by a hammer, and the pain was unbearable.

He burst into tears, his tears wouldn't stop, he didn't stop.

He headed towards the Longxiong Army in the center of the battlefield.

As he got closer, his steps became slower and slower, and the sobbing that he had been suppressing came out, wailing loudly.

In the front, on the battlefield shrouded in smoke and dust, the flag of the Longxiong Army was already in tatters, but it still fluttered tenaciously in the wind.

More than twenty Longxiong soldiers, like the last rock, formed a circle and protected Aruta tightly in the middle.

Their eyes were full of determination and indomitable spirit.

However, the bloody holes on their bodies had long stopped bleeding, and their expressions had been frozen at some point in time.

They are already dead.

Facing the volleys of fire from the musketeers, the broadswords they held tightly in their hands became their last resort.

The long swords were deeply inserted into the ground, as firm as their beliefs, supporting their bodies.

Center, Aruta, the Indian who once wanted to be the number one warrior in Luchuan.

It is particularly embarrassing at this moment.

On his chest and abdomen, several dark blood holes were clearly visible, and there was a thick charred black around them.
Those were bullets that penetrated his chest and abdomen and hit him in the chest and abdomen.

His armor was stained with blood.
He stood there a little tiredly, looking around quietly.

There was no fear or despair in his eyes, only calmness without a trace of ripples.

This result was to be expected after crossing the Lujiang River.

The next moment, Aruta's gaze penetrated the gap.
The scene was fixed on Mangguruda who was running towards them from a distance.

At that moment, a storm seemed to rise in those calm eyes.

The calm was fleeting, replaced by panic and anxiety that was difficult to conceal.

Aruta's voice was low, weak, and rapid, with a barely perceptible tremor:

"How did you come?"

For some reason, Aruta remained calm despite the fierce display.

Suddenly there was a fluctuation, with a hint of fear.

Mangguruda stopped.

When he saw the scars and blood on Aruta's body, his heart was broken.

He understood,

He understood everything the general had said to him before, he understood.

In the struggle for survival from death, the general died, but he and his tribesmen lived.

Mangguluda fell to his knees helplessly, with his head lowered.

At this moment, the powerlessness in his heart had reached its peak.

He was almost overwhelmed by his powerlessness in facing the survival of his people, the current war, and the future.

He didn't know what they would do after losing the adults they relied on.

Aruta took slow steps, used his hands to dig out the bodies of his colleagues, and squeezed out.

He covered his chest and abdomen, half-knelt down,

He stared at Mangguruda blankly and asked again:
"How did you come?"

Mangguruda raised his head and said in a hoarse and low voice:

"Sir, I surrender with my people."

Mangguruda lowered his head, even though he felt that this was what the adults meant.
But he still felt extremely ashamed and slowly lowered his head.

Hearing this, the struggle in Aruta's eyes disappeared.

Instead, there is calmness and tranquility.

He returned to his previous state, and even the injuries on his body seemed to have disappeared.

He even showed a relieved smile.
"Manggu Ruda, you are now the leader of the tribe, you have done a good job."

"Only by living can we talk about the future."

Mangguruda raised his head, tears welling up in his eyes.
He bit his lips tightly, and a trickle of blood oozed out.

"My Lord, let's go home, not here."

Aruta smiled, his wild-animal hair drooping down naturally, soaked in blood.

"Silly child, look around here.

Smoke rose everywhere and the war continued.

We Indians are weak and have endured too much suffering in this land.

If we can't defeat Luchuan or Ming, how can we go back?"

Aruta's eyes showed emotion, and his voice was hollow:

"There are our clansmen in the Luchuan army, and there are also our clansmen in the Ming army.
The tribesmen fought for Luchuan and for the Ming Kingdom.

It's always the flag, and there are always innocent casualties. This is not right.

Indians, this shouldn’t be the case.”

At this point, Aruta's pale cheeks showed a hint of redness, and he seemed to be in better spirits.

Seeing this scene, Mangguruda could no longer suppress his sorrow.
He knew what it meant.

"Mangguluda, do you know why the people of our tribe became vassal soldiers of Luchuan and the Ming Kingdom?"

Mangguruda shook his head, his body sobbing.

Aruta laughed, and looked into the distance with a sharp gaze, looking at the countless corpses on the ground.

"They don't know that they can be treated like dogs and risk their lives just for a piece of armor or a bite of food.

Why is this happening? India should have been extremely powerful.

Mangguruda, others may not know, but you must know. "

Mangguruda raised his head blankly and looked at Aruta with doubt in his eyes.

"My lord, I don't know."

Aruta was stunned on the spot, and suddenly laughed:
"That's why."

"Manggu Ruda, it is important for soldiers to know why they are fighting."

"A piece of armor or a mouthful of food cannot be a reason for the tribe to fight. This reason cannot support the tribe to become stronger."

"So, the Indians in the southwest are at the mercy of others."

At this point, Aruta's originally rosy face suddenly turned pale, and his body began to tremble slightly.
He suddenly felt that the night wind was too cold.

Even heavy armor could not block the cold.

He began to breathe heavily, his breathing became a little rapid, and his body fell down.
Mangguruda supported him, and Aruta fell into Mangguruda's arms, breathing rapidly:

"We must fight for dignity and survival for our ethnic group. We must fight for dignity and for survival."

"Fight for the tribe."

"We must let future generations remember that the Indians are not lambs to be slaughtered."

"We have the courage, wisdom and strength to protect our homeland.
With a common belief, the tribesmen will unite and the tribe will be strong."

Blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

It made Aruta's already rough face even more rugged.

"powerful."

"Remember, fight for your tribe. Even if you die, you must fight for your tribe."

"die."

(End of this chapter)