Beiyang new warlord

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The battle of Ningwuguan in history was extremely tragic. It is said that Zhou Yuji killed more than 7 Chuangjun one after another, and Li Zicheng almost lost the confidence to advance eastward. However, even so, Zhou Yuji failed. Ningwu Pass lasted only eleven days from Li Zicheng's breakthrough to the fall of Guancheng.

And what the Ming Dynasty lacked the most was time!

However, this problem was blocked by Mao Jue in this time and space! The most precious gift he gave to Ningwu Pass was not those weapons, but boxes and boxes of grain.

Because of these grains, Ningwu Pass, which was supposed to be breached because of the lack of grain in early March, is still resisting fiercely.

The details of this battle were described in history books, and there were chapters full of deflated corpses, but in fact, war is always more cruel than writing.

"Come on!"

There was a shrill scream, and the guards of Ningwuguan slapped their heads in their hands as if they had seen a ghost, and lay down on the ground. The second half of the words were still floating in the air, and the deafening roar came.

wow~

The crenellations of the strong female wall were smashed to pieces by this blow, the heavy iron balls were crushed, and the fragments of the wall bricks whizzed like bullets and shot out in all directions.

There is always something unlucky, and with a bang, a Ningwuguan defender ate the third of the bricks firmly on the back of his head, and flowers bloomed immediately, and the blood sprayed all around. Unfortunately, the side was sprayed Luo Guang, who was pulling a canned bamboo box, was all over his body.

"Xu Laowai, I call you a fairy, can't you watch your blood spurting?"

The cans were sprayed with blood, and the soldiers who had just put down their hoes were about to vomit, but this guy Hu Shi turned his body to the side like that, and pulled it up again sporadically.

Only a veteran like him who climbed out of the dead knows that there is nothing worse than starvation! There is nothing to be afraid of if you get a little blood. Disaster!

However, this guy looked like a fool, which really boosted morale. The two hurriedly dragged the unlucky ghost with half of his head down. I'm busy.

This help is a bit too obvious. There are a few large characters written in ink on each sack, Dongjiang Acheng Treasury Bags. A simple crenel was exposed.

Half of the magnificent city gate and building collapsed, and a large beam was pressed crookedly on one side. As the cannons entered the battlefield on a larger scale, these wooden fortifications obviously could not keep up with the pace of the war. up.

Taking this half-opened telescope, Zhou Yuji looked down anxiously.

The artillerymen of Chuangjun are obviously too many amateurs. Not to mention the sharp gunners who are quicker than Dongjiang to feed them out with the same weight, even if they are not as good as Yuan Chonghuan's skilled gunners of Qin Army, the range of the general's guns is three or four miles. But this distance is not to mention the cannon shooting like Dongjiang. If you put a mountain to aim, the shells will fly out of the mountain if you can't stop it.

Li Zicheng has been fighting life and death for so many years, and the army is much more flexible than the officers and soldiers. In order to make up for the gap in shooter skills, he moved the cannon forward to a position less than 400 meters away from the city wall of Ningwuguan, almost level. Moreover, a deep pit was dug on the hillside, and the barrel was hidden underneath, leaving only a firing hole, surrounded by wood, earth and rocks.

There are a total of ten cannons. For these ten cannon pits, the Chuangjun almost paid thousands of lives. However, the strategic value obtained by these sacrifices is not bad. , The Ningwuguan defenders were also firmly pressed behind and couldn't lift their heads.

Just finished playing a round, and then the Chuangjun stationed at the bottom of the mountain rushed up again like boiling sea water carrying a ladder.

"His motherfucker!"

With his mouth full, he cursed indistinctly, he still didn't put down the filling box, he just stuffed the last piece of braised pork in his mouth, and just now Luo Guanggan picked up the flintlock gun beside him , rushed to the edge of the city wall, at this time, the sparse firecrackers on the wall had already sounded, but compared with a few days ago, it was much sparser.

Dongjiang is rich and powerful, and the logistics fleet all carry boxes of gun barrels to the battlefield. After a big battle, the gun barrels can easily be blocked by the red blood and meat from the bayonet. After a bloody battle, almost one-third of the entire army The barrel was about to be eliminated, and the bent bayonet was thrown away.

But Ning Wuguan didn't have the financial resources. After a few days, the bayonet became popular. Of the four thousand firearms Mao Jue sent, only eighteen or nine hundred were left to fire. Zhou Yuji couldn't afford the bayonet, a musketeer's sharp weapon. , can only go back to the previous era. A musketeer is a musketeer. After shooting, he retreats and replaces it with a sword, shield and spearman for melee combat.

Amidst the crackling gunshots, the Chuangjun carrying the ladder seemed to hit an invisible transparent wall, and their bodies shook violently and fell to the ground, but there were too many Chuangjun, and amidst the overwhelming roar, one Another ladder fell fiercely on the edge of the city wall, and then the densely packed refugees climbed up like ants.

"Fuck you!"

This bayonet is used to it, even if he can't shoot anymore, Luo Guangxun still keeps it in his hand, and the other Dashun soldier just climbed up with the knife in his mouth, and let him open it with a puff, and then yelled In the middle, two hooked sickle spears came from behind, and the four soldiers grinned and exerted their strength together. The heavy ladder collapsed with the screams of more than a dozen Dashun soldiers above.

But the war is fair, just as Luo Guangju pulled back his body, the crackling bow and arrow shot up again, and an arrow flew over this guy's old face, filling his rough face with scars. He was lucky, a dozen of them were shot into the body by the heavy arrow before they could retract in time, some fell directly on the wall, and some fell back with blood spurting wildly from their mouths.

And there are a lot of people who know them!

"Old Li!"

The same old soldier beside him was directly pierced by the arrow, and he staggered two steps and fell directly to the ground. Even if his feelings were as indifferent as Luo Guang's butt, he couldn't help but grabbed his neck and shouted excitedly.

"Didn't you fucking marry a wife yet? Why are you pretending to be cowardly, get up for me!"

Blood gushed out of his mouth like spring water, but the old soldier grinned and showed an ugly smile.

"The five of us made a bet on who would marry the wife first. I didn't expect, I didn't expect that you, the ugliest, were the closest to winning!"

"Lao Tzu, I lost the cigarette under my bed to you, do it well! Don't, don't let the brothers laugh at you under Jiuquan!"

His lungs were pierced, and he coughed up his last mouthful of blood. The old soldier who escaped from death on the Liaodong battlefield also had his head tilted, just like those new recruits, and remained silent on this land forever, in troubled times , Human life is worse than a dog!

"Hi!"

He slammed his fist hard on the ground, and looked back, those Dashun soldiers had rushed up a lot, and were on the battlements, fighting fiercely with the defenders, pinching each other's necks and rolling, their eyes were blood red, and their heads were hot , Putting down Lao Li's body that had already started to get cold, Luo Guangjue suddenly carried a gunpowder barrel from behind the city wall, strode into Shun Jun's body, knocked him off the wall, and immediately grabbed the gunpowder beside him. The gunman's flintlock rifle squinted and aimed at the past.

There was a loud bang, three ladders, and hundreds of Shunjun soldiers were swept away by the air wave, and more than a dozen Ningwuguan guards were also shaken down. All of a sudden, Zhou Yuji, who was directing the shopping on the gate tower, was Startled, he hurriedly looked through the binoculars, and after a while, suddenly his brows could not help but raised slightly.

It was another day of bloody battle, not only the shriveled corpses were piled up on the top of the city, but also the officers and soldiers were lying there in disorder, and some of them were tired lying together with the corpses, unwilling to move, but those From the movement, the veterans who fought against the tent army everywhere staggered and came down the city in a hurry.

Take your time and eat!

Anything can happen on the battlefield, only by maintaining your physical strength can you survive!

Dinner is obviously not as extravagant as breakfast. Each person has a sweet potato and a box of cans. Throw everything in the cauldron, sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn sticks, cans left by sergeants who died before they finished eating, and even caught mice and toads. What, but Luo Guang didn't pick his butt, he forced out a big bowl and stuffed it into his stomach!

"Boss! Boss!"

An excited shout suddenly sounded beside him. It was a boy who was assigned to their general banner after he was stationed at Ningwuguan. Because he was short and dark because he didn't eat enough when he was a child, everyone called him Xiaodidouzi.

"Don't eat these things, the commander-in-chief is merciful, and the wine has turned fleshy! One big bowl of wine, one big bowl of canned food, and half a cigarette! Let's go!"

The yelling made dozens of soldiers eating around the cauldron couldn't help raising their heads, but what is surprising is that those veterans who rushed to the front when something good happened, this time they all squatted there silently, Then pick up the rotten food.

"Boss, you really don't want to go! I'll be gone in a while!"

Seeing a few recruits who couldn't resist the temptation put down their bowls and headed for the gate of the city, Di Douzi couldn't help shouting again.

"If you don't go, I will go!"

Just as he turned around, the hem of his clothes was suddenly pulled, and he turned his head in astonishment, only to see that Luo Guangren pulled him back with a fierce expression on his face, and ruthlessly stuffed a broken can of bamboo into his hand, pressing him down. The head roared in a low voice.

"Douzi! Brother is making an exception today, I will teach you once! This wine is not so good!"

"Why! Why doesn't the wine taste good?"

"Stop the fucking nonsense, hurry up and eat!"

This wine was indeed not that delicious. After the wine was smoked, the meal was finished, and a few cigarettes after the chic meal, more than 200 Ningwuguan guards gathered, and every five people were stuffed with a gunpowder barrel.

The old soldiers who knew well already had this awareness, and the newcomers who were still confused were panicked, but no matter whether they regretted it later, more than 200 soldiers were pulled down from the corner of the city wall with ropes, Under the pressure of the gleaming muzzle of the gun, Zhou Yuji waved his hand forward with a gloomy expression.

"Blow it up! You will be rewarded for coming back, I will support you for the rest of your life!"

This is what happens on the battlefield! Whether you are timid or not, there may still be a way to survive if you move forward, and you will die if you retreat. In the thank you with gritted teeth, these death squads carry powder kegs on their backs, and one person looks after them. Under Zhou Yuji's anxious gaze, he was gradually submerged in the gloomy night.

Boom!