Feudal superstition appeared in the Southern Song Dynasty, not only was it not unusual at all, but it also lasted for a long time.

It can be said that until the Boxer Rebellion in the late Qing Dynasty, the feudal superstitions in the battle formation were constantly recorded in books, and they all said it was true.

The descriptions in the book are quite magical. War seems to have become a battle between gods and immortals, and it can be said that they are going back and forth, magical battles, and the effects are magnificent and exciting.

Therefore, it seems ridiculous to people today, but it seems to be unquestionable to people at that time. Even for military commanders, it is still one of the common sense that must be possessed.

Moreover, Chinese dynasties have had a virtue since the Han Dynasty. From the previous dynasty to the next dynasty, they all follow the order of the five elements. You defeat me, and I will defeat you again.

This is both a psychological effect and can also demonstrate the legitimacy of replacing it.

The so-called: wood overcomes earth (punch), earth overcomes water (cover), water overcomes fire (sink), fire overcomes metal (burn), and metal overcomes wood (cut).

For example, if a red coat army wears a red coat, it means to get fire and overcome gold.

This is nonsense to Meng Jiucheng, but it has a considerable psychological effect for generals and soldiers, and is also one of the reasons why he named the Red Turban Army for the army.

There is no way, based on the understanding of that era, some inevitable and accidental factors will be exaggerated, and will become more realistic and mysterious in circulation.

For example, if the flag suddenly breaks, it may be because the wind is too strong and the flagpole is too thin; if the cannon is not accurate or the chamber is blown, it may be because of the psychological effect of the gunner, which leads to abnormal performance.

Of course, there may be other reasons. Without in-depth research and analysis of the cause of the accident at that time, it would be explained by mystery and witchcraft.

Similarly, victory or defeat is often explained by heaven's will and the number of energy.

The Ming army stopped moving forward in front of the camp, but the Pucha Li family was delighted. They thought they used the magic circle properly and finally stopped the enemy's attack.

After Meng Jiucheng boosted his morale, he ordered the soldiers to cut down trees and cut thatch for use in building sheds, and told the artillery that they must keep the cannons and shells.

The messenger repeated the remarks and took the order away. Wang Xian blinked and reminded: "Does Meng Shuai want to build a shed to make a method? Do you need incense, candles, magic tools and other objects?"

Meng Jiucheng rolled his eyes, shook his head gently, and said to himself: "I'm returning the magic weapon, I really think I will learn from Zhuge Liang, and I'm going crazy with my hair disheveled!

This guy didn't see the sky and could he hear the thunder rumbling in the distance? He set up a shed to protect the cannon from rain.

The flying thunder cannons and shells were wrapped in several layers of tarpaulin, and Meng Jiucheng also asked someone to prepare some cloth bags containing quicklime as moisture-proof measures.

If nothing unexpected happens, the thunder cannon should be able to continue firing when there is a canopy.

Large thick black clouds gradually expanded and enveloped them like lead-colored curtains. The thunder sounded closer and closer, but it seemed like they were tightly surrounded by thick clouds and struggled, and the sound was dull and dull.

Before the awning is set up, the artillery has set up positions and please order the bombardment.

Meng Jiucheng looked at the sky, but in fact he couldn't see if it could rain or when it would fall.

With a "clang", Meng Jiucheng pulled out his sword and touched the sword's edge with his hand. He wanted to cut his finger and get some blood. He was a little afraid of pain and even more afraid of infection.

After hesitating for a moment, he found a random position, and there was no one on the opposite side anyway. Then he closed his eyes, bowed down and slowly rubbed the sword's edge over his forehead.

With a puff, Meng Jiucheng inserted his sword into the ground and shouted sternly: "There is no taboo to fight for the sake of heaven. You should fight with all your heart and fight bravely to kill the enemy, and don't have any thoughts."

"Abide by the orders of Meng Shuai." The generals behind him bowed and said, and the loud voice scared Meng Jiucheng.

This is OK? The ancients were sometimes really easy to deceive. Meng Jiucheng was helpless and sighed with emotion.

Seeing that the enemy's intention to attack the camp was fully revealed, the Pucha Li family quickly dispatched troops and prepared for defense.

"Sir, please step down from the village wall and leave this dangerous place for a while." The Pucha Li family respected this old aide who had been with him for many years. Seeing that the battle was inevitable, he asked him to go to the safe place behind first.

The staff hesitated for a moment and said, "Then the humble rank will urge the soldiers to pick up some feces and urine to avoid the rain from eroding the spell and weakening the effectiveness of the spell."

"I'm sorry, sir." Pucha Li's family nodded and focused on the actions of the enemy outside the village again.

"Magnificent, mighty!" "Wansheng, thousands of victories!" The soldiers of the Red Turban Army shouted and knocked on weapons.

Amid the shouts of the mountains and tsunamis, people's spirits are excited, and their bodies seem to have been injected with new energy.

"Fire!" Meng Jiu established his sword and pointed at the Jin army's camp with force.

"Boom!" A flying thunder cannon roared, and the shells cut through the sky and flew towards the enemy camp. Five or six seconds later, another muffled sound, and the second flying thunder cannon also shot the shells...

This time, Meng Jiucheng changed his tactics. The flying thunder cannons were not volleys, but more than twenty bombardments were bombarded at intervals, striving to create a continuous and endless impression on the Jin army.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the first shell hit the wall of the village, bounced back two or three meters before landing on the ground, and then exploded with a "boom". A dazzling ball of fire burst out and smoke rose.

"It's successful, the Jin Man's spell has been broken." Yan Tong said with a hey voice and waved his fist excitedly.

"Meng Shuai really broke the magic of the Jin army." Wang Xian let out a long breath and looked at Yan Tong for a while, and smiled at the same time.

"Boom!" Another deafening loud noise, the shells exploded behind the camp, and there were screams and screams after the loud noise.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... Every few seconds, fire burst out, thick smoke filled the earth, and the earth was trembling slightly.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Several flying thunder cannons fired their first volleys, and the shells exploded almost at the same time, with more power, causing the bombing to a small climax.

The first shell exploded, and the heart of the Pucha Li family suddenly sank, and then the continuous explosions made his heart sank into the cold. After that, the spell was broken, and the enemy's artillery was indeed powerful, as if it had attracted thunder.

"Sir, please retreat!" The captain of the personal soldiers surrounded him and protected the Pucha Li family, with an anxious and fearful look on his face, constantly urging.

With a "boom!", the explosion rang out not far away. Gravel and wood chips were flying in the air. The village wall was blown up with a big hole, and the nearby Jin soldiers were injured and shocked.

Pucha's Li family's ears buzzed, and their eyes changed in horror. The personal soldiers could no longer wait for his orders, so they hugged him and retreated.

"Stop, stop." Pucha Li's family suddenly struggled and shouted: "Transfer orders, send orders, leave the village wall, give up the village gate, retreat back to form an array, retreat back to form an array."

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The bombing paused for a while, then there were ten volleys of fire, and the explosions were almost connected, shaking the earth and stunning.

The flag changed, the war drums rumbled, and the Red Turban Army infantry rushed forward shouting and shouting under the command of the generals.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the walls and gates of the wooden village were already full of holes and lost their protective effect. The collapsed wood was messy, and the bodies of the Jin soldiers were everywhere, weapons and limbs were scattered everywhere, and a bleak red color spread on the land.

However, with its rich experience in battle formations, the Pucha Li family issued the most correct order at that time.

The Red Turban Army, who rushed into the camp, suddenly discovered that although the Jin army suffered a considerable loss, it was not defeated. Instead, it formed a battle formation two hundred meters away. Pucha Li family personally led the Jin soldiers, so that they still had fighting spirit.

"Staying, steadily!" The generals of the Red Turban Army issued a loud order, and officers at all levels performed their duties, quickly formed a formation in the camp, and pressed towards the Jin army.

The Li family in Pucha was shocked. Although they retreated and organized a battle formation, they did not dare to approach the village walls and gates, and allowed the enemy to slowly approach.

He was using the idea of ​​fighting in the camp to fight for consumption. The two armies were in a mixed battle, so the enemy's artillery would be scruples and would not dare to bomb again.

The battle formations of the two armies slowly approached, and suddenly shouted, and the guns and swords were raised together, colliding violently. Bows, arrows, javelins and other weapons also flew out of their respective battle formations and smashed towards the enemy opposite.

The shouts of killing and screams mixed together. One side was breaking the village and attacking, and the other side was trapped beasts fighting, and the fighting was even more tragic. A row of soldiers fell down, and another row of soldiers rushed up, spearing and spearing, and swords danced. The fresh life was so fragile and fleeting on the battlefield.

"Another five points higher." The artillery commander shouted loudly, and the meteor cannon was adjusting its elevation angle.

Several black shells crossed the broken walls, flew over the Red Turban Army's battle formation, and smashed into the Jin army's ranks. The dazzling flash followed by a deafening explosion.

The dense Jin soldiers battle formation was like a huge rock thrown into the pond. The whirlpool spread with ripples, and the flesh-stricken limbs flew up. The Jin soldiers within a radius of ten meters were either killed or shocked. The explosion was very close, and even the Red Turban Army soldiers felt a dazzling flash and their ears instantly lost their hearing.

The explosions continued, and each explosion caused heavy casualties to the dense Jin soldiers. The Jin army more than ten meters away were shocked and their eyes were dull and their steps were twisted.

A shell was a piece of death, flashing, loud noises, flesh and blood flying everywhere, and howling everywhere, constantly weakening the remaining fighting spirit of the Jin army.

The Jin army led by the Li family in Pucha was still a difficult force to fight, but under the blow of heavy casualties, even the strongest nerves were broken.

With a "boom", the gravel flew everywhere. Some Jin soldiers fell to the ground without even making a sound. Those who were affected were injured and destroyed by the explosion. The howlings of pain rang out at the same time.

"The enemy is defeated, defeated; the flag falls, the lord escapes." With the sound of shouting, the last trace of fighting spirit of the Jin army dissipated in an instant.

The Jin soldiers, who were frightened by the bombing, had no time to distinguish between true and false. They stepped on the bloody and rotten flesh on the ground, and turned around and ran away.

"I am here, I am not defeated, I am not defeated. If you retreat, you will be killed." Pucha Li's family shouted under the flag raised again, and they had to appease the restless war horses. His eyes were red and he waved his sword to kill the defeated soldiers coming.

"Boom, boom!" Two loud noises suppressed the howl of the Li family in Pucha, and the war horse neighed and almost ran away.

"If you surrender, you will not kill anyone, you will be spared from death!" The shouts erupted again, as if declaring the belonging of victory.

The defeated soldiers continued to escape, but just walked around the flag. No one looked at the Pucha Li family who wanted them to die in vain.

The Red Turban Army infantry did not pursue them, and the battle formation was still moving forward slowly. The soldiers were arranged closely, and the swords and guns were as dense as the jungle, and they mercilessly killed the wounded Jin soldiers who fell to the ground.

The flying thunder cannon also pushed up and bombarded the Jin army. The loud bang and explosion pushed the Qing soldiers backwards like ducks, getting faster and faster, and getting closer and closer to the Li family's banner of Pucha.

"Sir, let's go!" The captain of the guard grabbed the angry Pucha Li family and shouted in a few crying voices: "It will be too late if you don't leave."

The explosion of "Boom!" was only more than 20 meters away from the Li family in Pucha. The strong flash made the Pucha Li family's eyes dark for a while, and it took a few seconds to recover.

"I lost, I really lost, but I actually lost!" Pucha Li's family lamented in their hearts, and finally glanced at the battlefield where the casualties and injured Zhengji were killed and killed, and suddenly pulled their horses and fled.

The flag fled and the Jin army was defeated.

Yan Tong had already climbed a village wall that had not been destroyed and always observed the development of the battle. Seeing the Li family's banner of Pucha and fled, he immediately changed the banner continuously and sent the sound of gongs and drums to issue orders to the troops.

The Jin army was chased and entered the city in panic. Many people were trampled to death or squeezed down from suspension bridges.

The Red Turban Army chased after him for a while, but when approaching the city gate, he was blocked by arrows and retreated.

At this point, the Jin army had no intention of fighting anymore, and they shrank into the city, and what was waiting for them was destruction.

There were already dark clouds in the sky. Before the hour had arrived, it was like night. A flash of lightning broke through the dark clouds, and huge thunder rolled through the low clouds, and the rain finally overwhelmed the sky and crushed.

Even with the oil cloth covering the rain, Meng Jiucheng felt the air conditioner hit him. He wiped the rain from his face, straightened his back again, and continued to patrol expressionlessly.

Although the heavy rain delayed the Red Turban Army's plan to attack the city while it was victorious, Laiwu was already half in his palm when the battle ended here.

After setbacks, the few defenders would definitely not be able to withstand the Red Turban Army's fierce attacks. But Meng Jiucheng did not want to do this, and he always tried to minimize casualties in the troops.

"The rain is getting fast, and it must be stopped quickly." Wang Xian accompanied Meng Jiucheng to inspect the camp. Seeing that the soldiers had some places to shelter from the rain, he felt relieved and comforted Meng Jiucheng again.

Meng Jiucheng nodded, took off his raincoat, handed it to his guard, sat down in the chair, and said slowly: "There is no big problem to attack Laiwu. If Huo Yi and Li Quan can unite sincerely and revitalize the Shandong rebel army's momentum, it is very possible."

Wang Xian didn't seem to have much hope for this and said, "Short-term joint combat is indeed feasible; if you want to last a long time, it may be difficult."

"It's good to be short-term! Our army can occupy a more favorable situation and have a greater buffer." Meng Jiucheng also knew that it would be very difficult to let Huo Yi and Li Quan surrender to him. Why didn't he want to order everyone?
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