I'm really sorry, I agreed to take the kitten out for a trip and have relatives to visit, so I can only update it from time to time during the National Day.

On the west bank of the Wohe River, in the fields that had been abandoned for many years, only a little field stalks and fields where wild grasses grew wildly. The soil of the big buns was dug out with the grass roots that were long. The landfill was parked under the wheels as a fixture and shade.

The scorching projectiles flew in the air, knocking down one body after another that was galloping on the horse's back from time to time, or throwing them out with the neighing sound of the injured mount.

In some response, the arrows shot in the arc also thrust on these temporary shelters, or penetrate the gaps of the cart, and knock down someone who is lying down behind.

Clusters of speeding figures passed by the formation like the sound of wind and light, and then they did not suddenly turn and rush into the defense line formed by the long car, shaking the roof of the long car, dust splashing through the gap, gushing on the faces of the crouching people, making them like clay figures with fire and earth. However, no matter how shaking, the long car formation line formed by the long car was just a little deformation and displacement.

then,

From time to time, there were agile knights who took advantage of the launch gap to step on the horse's hooves on the long carriage, and used a cavalry spear to stab the exposed head and shoulders to penetrate inward. Then the protruding spear was suddenly raised behind the long carriage, and the chest and abdomen were poked to the face and struggled over. Or a brave white soldier took the risk to get close to the horse, chopped off his legs and feet with a knife and axe, and the screams of shrillness rolled down with the people and the horses.

Two hours later,

Looking at the cavalry gathering up in the slightly bloody smoke and dust, slowly turning the horse's heads and splitting them into levels, accelerating in the opposite direction one by one, exiting the possible range of the muskets and surrounding them into a ball of long chariots, a low cheer burst out.

"Retreat?"

Zhang Xian, who breathed a sigh of relief, also cheered in a low voice, put down the short gun in his hand tiredly. Although this thing only sounded in his hand than the knife, spear, gun, and rod he used, and was often used as a sign of orders in front of the army.

But this is also a kind of identity and qualification. Only officers and non-commissioned officers have corresponding self-defense short guns. As for the leaders of the auxiliary army and scattered soldiers, they can only stand in the front row, wave three-eagle three-eyed guns, and command the headquarters to fight the enemy desperately...

"The third and fourth team strengthened the defense ground, and the first team counted the casualties..."

He sat without any grace on the rolled mud floor, leaning on a long knife and explaining in a deep voice,

"The second team is preparing to make meals...the fifth team is alert..."

Then he looked at the chariots connected by hooks. As the officers leading the team, he knew a little bit that they played a kind of pathfinding and baiting role along the way.

It is famously said to rescue the trapped Jiangchuan army, but in fact it is to lure out those Northern Dynasties cavalry that were not sent out. Therefore, after encountering the enemy, sufficient perseverance and self-sustainment are necessary.

Therefore, bringing these chariots will have some effect on testing the formation of gun teams to fight against cavalry harassment. After all, compared with traditional individual soldiers, they are limited in carrying capacity and are easily trapped in fatigue and exhaustion, the strength required for the musket is almost minimal.

After a long journey, as long as you have the strength to take a breath, you can pick up the musket to maintain a certain formation and killing. Therefore, the real key is the skillful operation and the sophistication of facing the enemy.

In theory, as long as the cavalry is not broken through the array, the musket can maintain a relatively stable damage output until the enemy cannot tolerate casualties and gives up or collapse.

Therefore, in this advance team of more than a thousand people, although they were attacking Zhang Xian's third auxiliary army flag and the small flag of the fifth regiment of the second battalion, they actually included a cavalry fire of the teaching team, a gun team of the model regiment, a white soldiers of the second regiment of the first regiment, and a gunmen of the third regiment, which were full of the smell of crouching tigers, hidden dragons.

Especially the standard chariots sent to the hands were immediately formed as the horses were matched and formed a special small chariot regiment, which also made Zhang Xian, who was the temporary commander of the army, very Alexander.

But it is said that Luo General Luo, Luo Dujian, personally named him to lead the team. The reason is very simple, because he has no fame and his rank is low enough, and he has the effect of attracting the enemy to take the initiative to fight.

He was flattered by this, but he had only all kinds of thoughts that were truly panic and conscientious.

Of course, if the enemy does not set out on the road, they will still be the vanguard of reinforcements, responsible for expelling and contacting the enemy that may be besieged.

The result is obvious. This is the fifth harassment they have suffered after crossing the Wohe River. These cavalry of the Northern Dynasties appeared from the field like a tide, and disappeared like a tide, like a pack of wolves staring in the mountains.

If you are not careful, they will tear off a piece of flesh and blood. They are not interested in fighting at all, nor are they greedy for too many things. They break into the outside and take a little fight on the edge. Although there are not much casualties, they consume a lot of consumption of overall morale and personal spirit.

Especially when they found that they were weak and could only passive against the enemy, the confessions of those remnants were said to have been dragged down in this way by part of the Yunlin Army in the retreat.

Before, these proud enemies even dared to group three or five carelessly, maintain a certain deterrent distance in the distance, and accompanied the marching of this army. They were not allowed to escape from the distance after being killed and injured by the hunters accompanying the army.

Quan Liu, who curled up behind the platoon, was among the five hunters accompanying him. As the privilege and treatment of the hunters, he spent most of his time sitting on a cart, testing his weapons and checking the pills he had wrapped over and over again.

To be honest, it is much easier for him to fight cavalry than infantry. Although cavalry moves faster than infantry, during the charge head-on process, the target of the war horse is much larger than that of the people, and rarely fails. The consequences of falling off during fierce marching are rarely fortunate.

The probability of being the leader is the official, but in the wilderness, he rarely hides his own cover. He can only hide in the crowd and shoots a cold man and shoots a gun. He cannot directly calculate the results of the battle, which is somewhat unbeautiful.

After checking the ammunition, Quan Liu put on a long gun again, aiming at the empty field with a fine-tuned cursor, where some of them were scattered with corpses of people and horses, some of whom seemed not dead yet, rolling and squirming on the ground.

It was a dying cavalryman. He lay on his back, and kept bleeding from his mouth, but tried to lift one hand to comfort the same dying mount, and then completely lost his anger as he slowly stiffened.

Suddenly, a gunshot sounded, but an enemy soldier who was slowly crawling out of the corpse and limped towards the distance. His body stopped and fell to the ground in a daze.

"Okay, Liu'er..."

A loud voice suddenly scared him, and almost didn't have a conditioned reflex. He pushed the gun handle across and hit the other party's face. He found that it was the old cow who had been with him in the life team, so he suddenly stopped and showed a look of anger.

"This time, I'm afraid I won't be four hundred feet..."

Lao Niu didn't seem to care about Quan Liu's overreaction and continued to praise him.

He is now wearing two pieces of locking mail, with fire-long epaulettes and a pair of dagger-swalking military emblem, and two iron maces and a short trumpet gun inserted into his waist. He looks decent and has a certain style as a leader.

"This is how you can practice your eyesight and breath-holding skills..."

"I thought I had just started the gun, so I wanted to beat it out as a hammer stick..."

"Until now, I can only use a trumpet gun like a thick guy..."

After the old bull finally found his own value and position in the army, he had a similar eye-catching person, and seemed to have hidden a familiar and familiar attributes in his bones, and it gradually became apparent with daily life.

"Here I'm back..."

Suddenly, Quan Liu, who looked lazy and looked like he was jumping up.

The dust and smoke in the distance in the sky were rolling. Looking at it with a few outfitted mirrors, the cavalry team sent out to seek the enemy ran back in a little embarrassed manner.

But while they rode their horses wildly, they also used shortened versions of horse guns and hand guns to shoot backwards on the horse's back from time to time.

Then, in the car array, I felt a sense of dust rushing down, at least not the movement that could be created by dozens of riders.

It was as if it had suddenly reached a critical point, and the dark enemy used the boundary between heaven and earth like a tide, dyeing the green wild grass with a layer of yellow color in the dust.

Seeing a large number of enemies attacking, Zhang Xian breathed a sigh of relief. Then with a soothing sound, a firework cannon rose slowly in the air with some sharp whistling sound.

"A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops will meet."

In Xuzhou City, daily life in the war once again came.

"It's jacau again..."

"My stomach is sore...

Cai Yuanchang silently listened to the murmurings and complaints of the people around him, and took away his own part without saying a word.

A thick piece of bran cake that can grind teeth in the small clay pot is filled with a large spoon of soybean paste on it. This is the most content of two meals a day. As a benefit for grassroots miscellaneous partners, he can get an extra sweet potato with a roasted skin.

But at least he can still eat it. Most of the others only have two spoonfuls of soybean meal, wild vegetables, leaves and unknown additives, and they can only fill their stomachs. If you can eat residues like rat tails in it, it would be a kind of luck that doesn't know the taste of meat.

As the northern troops entered the aid, the supply in Xuzhou Prefecture City quickly became tighter. The dozen porridge sheds were also removed from the refugees who fled to the city to take refuge. They even searched for food and food collected by the people's families for the sake of going to the national crisis together and serving the court.

Moreover, compared with local troops with some taboos and bottom lines, these northern soldiers did similar things, but there was no relationship between the hometown. As long as the rumors were heard, they frequently broke into the people's homes, rummaged through boxes and cabinets and dug three feet into the ground, and thought of barley. They were hidden one by one by one, such as wind chickens, salted fish, etc., even a handful of beans with musty smell or barley that had been eaten by insects, and then they were taught a lesson! The owner's nose, swollen face, or the head was beaten and bleeding, cried all kinds of crying, wiping tears in secret, and even begging hard, and leaving.

Then in order to fill their stomachs, they had to accept the tribes of the defenders, gathered the middle-aged men and women, and went under the city wall to engage in dangerous and arduous labor. Once upon a time, as the most superior scholars and people of Pengcheng, who had the most outstanding sense of the seven states in Qingxu Town, had never suffered such hardships.

If the abuse of people's strength is used in such a way, even if we can survive this difficult period, Pengcheng is content with a corner of the chaotic times, and the humanities and traditions that have been accumulated for hundreds of years and decades have disappeared.

Cai Yuanchang’s personal experience is just a microcosm of a small part. He is full of knowledge and can speak well. What if he is good at speaking and accomplishing? After the war comes, he will still be left on the streets and is forced to do this life-long hard labor.

For Cai Yuanchang, if you eat this little thing without oil or salt, it won’t take long to hear the rumbling protests of his stomach and intestines. He had to tighten his belt and temporarily pressed his hungry stomach and intestines with a tightening and oppressive feeling, and the burning and annoying feeling of idling.

He also hid a few melons that fell but were not found on the vine rack in the courtyard. Soaked it in well water and tore it a little bit of dishes. The days he was imprisoned quickly made him learn to use various ways of making joy in suffering to relieve himself, so that he would not become like a walking corpse like most people because of the cruel waste of reality, or give up on his own life and do the dying act of dying...

Suddenly, his body shook and finally stabilized, but the food basin in his hand was hit hard by someone and fell to the ground and knocked over a pool. However, he wanted to be too devoted and did not pay attention to the group of soldiers running towards him. Their figures rushed to the scenes, and suddenly a burst of riots and screams among the crowd waiting for food or eating.

Cai Yuanchang was the last victim. The initiator had already pulled his clothes and started to vent.

"A good dog doesn't block the way..."

The other party glared at him fiercely, and at least he was pulled by his companion, and gave up stopping and stumbling to him, and argued for his plan.

Cai Yuanchang paused and picked up the tiles he had knocked out in the dust they left behind. At least even if the cake was dirty, he even stepped on it a few times, but he could still eat it after scraping it.

As for the bean paste, it is unimaginable. It has turned into a gray-black like a paste, and then it was scraped up and eaten by several people first.

In the end, he was still the familiar hothead. He couldn't stand it and rolled it up and scooped a few spoons for him, which was a kind of compensation. When he started to think about soaking the cake horizontally or vertically, it tasted softer.

Suddenly there was a dull tremor, and a large fog of dust suddenly swept up in the direction of the city wall, and the noise that covered the sky and the sun rose up, almost blocking half of the sky. Even the sun came to steal it and became a dim and mottled temporarily, as if he had entered the night in advance.

"Guo Cheng is broken..."

"The Nanbo is here..."

With the whistling cry, the soldiers who had just rushed over rushed back in his direction at a faster speed, and followed them were more defenders.

But they were all dejected and panicked, and were so scared that they were dragging the flags and kept throwing down the weapons and armor in their hands, as if there was something vicious and terrible, chasing and biting behind their butts fiercely.

Amid the sound of the trumpet, another well-clad army from the inner city rushed across the street with leisurely eyes, like a thick embankment, colliding with these deserters head-on, and immediately brought them down. These new forces were whipping and slashing with their weapons in their hands, and shouting and scolding.

"You killers..."

"The dog who commands the fleeing tail..."

"Don't run..."

"The escapee died..."

"I'm a man, just turn around and go back..."

"Do you want to leave it to those Nanbos?"

After all the persuasion, he killed dozens of stubborn people, and the surging current that revolved each other turned towards the city wall again.
Chapter completed!