Chapter 337: Confrontation between infantry and cavalry

How big is the matter? The situation has developed to this point, and even Zhao Xing, who is in the game, cannot control it.

Therefore, no one can answer Zhang Dunli's words.

The soldiers on the north bank fought and retreated, as if they wanted to retreat to the landing point. The gunshots were loud and the smoke filled the guns; the Liao soldiers rode their horses, their hooves were chaotic, and their roars were like wild animals. In the landing point, the Song army was still nervously setting up and went out to pick them up.

After a moment of pause, Cao Yu suddenly changed his expression and realized: "The bad thing is that the Liao people cannot see the white silver in their eyes. Zhao Li people spread the tribute on the shore, and clearly let the Liao people see the ivory, mahogany, pearls and treasures... Now, it is difficult for the Liao soldiers nearby to attract them."

As they were speaking, the Vermilion Bird Army in the north bank was clearly visible. Teams of Vermilion Bird soldiers were arranged in scattered lines, jogging back a few steps, then turned around and squatted down, and began to raise their guns behind them. With the officer's order, behind them, the second team rushed behind the Vermilion Bird Army and squatted down to raise their guns again. In addition, some Vermilion Bird Army rushed to the cavalry to fire guns in turn. After the shooting, they did not care about the design effect, carried empty guns, passed through the gap left by the original Vermilion Bird Army, and stopped five steps beyond the team, and squatted down to fill in muskets.

In this way, teams of Suzaku Army rushed in layer by layer like waves, and the back wave exceeded the front wave by five steps, stopped immediately, turned around, and pointed the muzzle behind him.

The sound of the horns resounded across the north and south sides, and the soldiers in the landing point on the north bank kept urging the retreating Zhuque Army with the sound of the horns. Seeing that the horns were still orderly and calm when retreating, Cao Yu couldn't help but pat his thighs and sighed: "Strong army! Strong army in the world! Under the pursuit of the Liao people, we can be so calm - if our Song army is all like this, why would there be good water river and the defeat of Yongle City?"

After a while, the central flag of the Zhuque Army arrived, and the commander Fan Chu surrounded the central flag and fought and retreated. The Liao cavalry ran around the military flag. Under the military flag, the soldiers kept bombarding the Liao soldiers with hand guns. The Liao soldiers circled back and forth, and from time to time, some people were shot and fell.

Shuai Fan and others not only retreated, but if the enemy was chasing too close, there would always be two groups of people and horses rush forward fiercely with scimitars to drive away the Liao soldiers. The Liao soldiers were also well-behaved. When they saw someone coming out, a team of people were responsible for bait, and the other two teams of cavalry turned to their left and right wings and attacked again and again... With this skillful fighting skill, the soldiers who attacked the attack did not dare to leave the formation too far, and could only rush to the Liao soldiers to shoot bullets in their hand guns in futile use, and then retreated under the cover of the formation.

The Vermilion Bird Army retreated in a ladder. The van had entered the temporary camp on the north bank. A few small cannons were immediately launched from the landing point on the north bank. The jog was like a two-wheeled carriage, with a high and large wheel hub that exceeded the cannon body. They turned the wheels quickly, but then stopped and stopped. It seemed to be similar to the horn beat of Zhao Xing on the Wangdou. With a shrill long sound on the Wangdou, the cannon carriage suddenly stopped. The artillery began to fill gunpowder and shells nervously. At the same time, the retreating Zhuque Army obviously practiced cooperation with the sports car. The crowds bypassed the sports car like two rivers on the ground and entered the village one by one.

These running people also blocked the gaze of the Liao soldiers. The chasing Liao soldiers obviously did not know the arrival of the God of Killing. They were still chasing arrogantly, killing the soldiers of the backward Zhuque Army.

What does ten thousand horses look like when the Liao army appeared? After the large Liao army appeared, the people on the north bank were stunned by the unstoppable momentum, and tens of thousands of horse hooves stepped on the ground. In an instant, the sky and the earth were trembling. Although the sound of guns was like thunder, it seemed thin, as if the drowning people were struggling hard. A row of guns shot over, at most one-digit fallen horses were falling. Before the gunner could be reloaded, another wave of war horses came. Shuai Fan had to support him and tried his best to prevent the cavalry from approaching with uninterrupted firepower.

Among the crowds, the artillery raised the small red flags one by one, indicating that the loading was completed. A soldier at the temporary landing site immediately raised his horn and blew a long long sound. When he heard the horn, Shuai Fan, who had broken the back, whistled and ran towards the formation without looking back. At the same time, several long spears and crossbow guns stretched out from the fence of the temporary landing site. The soldiers who ran close to the landing site heard a silence: "Let's go down!"

With this order, the rushing Suzaku Army was lying on the ground as if it was blown to the ground by the wind. At the same time, on the beating, Zhao Xing's military flag was swung down. The artillery outside the village also waved their command flags one by one, and small steel cannons emitted a huge roar, and a thick smoke of gunpowder covered the earth. The red stream of flames was clearly visible in the white smoke. The sky was filled with the whimpering sounds of projectiles flying. After a moment, the huge explosion of the shells landed on the ground and the shaking sound suddenly burst out, and then the smoke of gunpowder and dust covered the world again.

The people on the south bank raised their telescope nervously, hoping to observe the results of the battle through the telescope. They could not find the thousands of black spots flying out of the muzzle. They flew towards the Liao people's cavalry at a speed that they could not see clearly, and the range was far beyond the imagination of the Liao people. A Liao army cavalry was unfortunately bombarded by a black projectile. When they saw the cavalry being bombarded with a heavy blow by a ten thousand pounds of iron fist, they were bombarded into the air and then flew for a short distance. The man's upper body was separated from the lower body in the air, and the horse he rode a war horse and broke from his waist and fell to the ground.

The power of a shot ends here.

After this round of artillery fire, the Liao soldiers were shocked. They strangled the horses to death and looked here in shock. When the Liao soldiers stopped, the dust smoke brought by their horses suddenly dyed the high slopes of the north shore, and even the sky was dark.

The cold wind was fierce, and the thick dust smoke floated. Many horse heads appeared and appeared in the smoke and dust, one, two, three, one, two, and two, three... The people on the south bank gasped, and Cao Yu blurted out: "There are more than eight,000, and they encountered eight thousand cavalrymen... No wonder such a strong army would suffer losses and retreat."

A horn sounded again on the north shore. This was the Khitan horn. Then, the sound of thousands of horses galloped abruptly, and the dust raised by the running of war horses gradually subsided. A cavalry team of more than 8,000 people stopped quietly on the high slope. From the deafening noise to the calmness at this moment, it gave people an extremely unreal feeling, so that even the loud sound of war horses sniffing and the sound of hooves digging down the ground seemed deafening.

At this moment, the Zhuque Army, who retreated to the fence, was rolling and crawling down and entering the camp from the muzzle. The south bank only saw the ground squirming like insects, and soldiers in red uniforms rushed in layer by layer like rats. The Song army officers immediately appeared at the gap reserved by the fence, hoarsely in the whole team, and led them to the designated village wall. Soon, five winding straggler lines appeared behind the fence. These five straggler lines lined up in five consecutive layers of rejection. Then, the Song army officers returned to the queue, and the noise of the landing site gradually calmed down. Only the snorting sound of Liao soldiers and horses remained in the wind.

People on the south bank frequently sniffed the air conditioner, and Zhang Dunli asked in surprise: "This... is this still the army that was defeated and returned to the ground? Why did it suddenly become murderous?!"

According to the principle of cold weapons fighting, a cavalry needs at least four to five infantry to deal with it. That is to say, because the cavalry exceeds the infantry by more than ten times the speed, five hundred cavalry was enough to massacre Zhao Xing's 2,500 soldiers-now about eight thousand cavalry are coming to the north bank.

Cao Yu replied in a slight breath of breath: "The cloud of military tactics... Forget it, let alone military tactics. My grandfather said: When an army is advancing, there is no difference between strong and weak troops. The key is to look at retreat. When retreating, it is a time when the generals truly show the ability to control the army. Advance and retreat are like fingers, indicating that the soldiers are full of confidence in the generals... Organization! By the way, there is a 'organizational science' in Guangnan Demonic Studies. In the Guangnan Wubeitang Di Soldier Book, he said: War is just a slightly more complex organizational problem. I understand!"

After Cao Yu said this, Chen Guan's face looked a little ugly. He kept saying that Guangnan knowledge was a demon science. However, Cao Yu was saying that this demon science was "practical" in response to the war in front of him - isn't this the face of a well-educated scholar?

At this moment, Shuai Fan, who was on the north shore, climbed up to Wangdou panting and reported: "Sir, we have lost about one hundred soldiers. I have tried my best to collect the soldiers' bodies, but there are still more than sixty bodies, and more than seventy muskets are lost on the battlefield - Sir, we underestimate the enemy."

Zhao Xing looked at the north and said inexplicably: "The timing is indeed wrong, I'm too anxious."

Zhao Xing meant that at this time, the elite soldiers of the Liao Kingdom had not been exhausted in the battle with the Jurchens, and the national strength of the Liao Kingdom had not been destroyed until twenty years later. Twenty years was the time for a generation to grow up. The generation of Liao soldiers in front of him still survived their past glory, so they dared to fight and had a very good tactical awareness. If they wait for another twenty years, it would be different. The new generation that grew up in the great famine of the Liao Kingdom will be full of disappointment with the Liao government. They have no strong desire to fight for the Liao nobles, and they are prone to give up when they encounter setbacks... and these disadvantages cannot be seen in this generation of Liao people.

In fact, Zhao Xing has been honing his own musket team in the past. After all, they are holding a new weapon, and the previous cold weapon tactics have no reference for them. They must create a new way of playing that adapts to firearms in actual combat.

Are the creativity of the Song people weak? Without Zhao Xing's era, the Song people discovered firearms and used them on the battlefield. At the same time, the nomadic peoples also grew up in the battle with the Song army. They invented the most advanced light cavalry tactics of this era and ravaged the entire earth with them, and were invincible. Zhao Xing believed that as long as this was raised as a question and adjusted by his landlord across the era, the Song army could completely create more advanced ground firearm tactics.

In the past, Zhao Xing only vaguely heard that the Spanish spear musket phalanx once dominated the world for hundreds of years, but he did not know the specific arrangement of such phalanx. However, he believed that the creativity of the Song people in this era was far greater than that of the Spanish. The Song people could do what Spain could do. Therefore, he kept experimenting every time.

However, the reality is: the strength of the countries in the South China Sea is really weak, and some countries have only a few thousand troops to exert their power. They have never seen such weapons that are radiating fire and loud noises. In addition, their culture is still polytheistic and fetishistic, and they like to attribute it to ghosts and gods when encountering unknown phenomena, so they surrendered very quickly. Even though Zhao Xing destroyed several countries in a row, his continuous battles did not hone his musketeers. Instead, the musketeers were too superstitious about their weapons and suffered a small loss when they fought against the cavalry.

Shuai Fan was still upset that the soldiers had discarded the musket. Zhao Xing comforted and said, "It doesn't matter, throwing away dozens of muskets is nothing. One is our special formula for gunpowder. It is impossible for the Liao people to find a suitable gunpowder formula now, so they cannot exert their power even if they take the musket away.

In addition, the musket used by the Vermilion Bird Army is the fourth-generation musket. We are about to replace the seventh-generation musket. This musket is doped with steel (manganese) and has a longer range. If the Liao people imitate the musket of the Vermilion Bird Army, they will suffer a big loss when facing us, because we have a faster firing rate and a longer range... Hehe, I really look forward to the contest between muskets."

Shuai Fan calmed down his face, half admiring and half complimentingly said: "Mr. Zhao said before: Maintaining the advantage of weapons is not to let others not get it, but to constantly innovate and research new products. I originally thought that our muskets are already powerful enough, so why do we have to keep investing money to study new muskets? Now it seems that the master is really foresighted."

Zhao Xing grinned bitterly: "I'm not prescient. I'm worried that there are too many people like Lu Huiqing - they dare to sell anything as long as they have money! This kind of weapon is not a collectible, and it is impossible to hide it in the arsenal to prevent soldiers from practicing. When the gun is sent to the soldiers, it is inevitable that one or two corrupt officials, or greedy soldiers cannot withstand temptation. Stealing and selling guns or absconding with guns. In this way, it's very difficult for us to keep the secret.

So I thought that only by raising the technical threshold of our muskets can we not exert its power even if we get this musket. For example, if we incorporate steel mothers, it is difficult for others to get this thing... Unfortunately, the number of manganese steel guns I brought back this time is insufficient, only 300, all of them are put in boxes. You can go quickly. Choose the best gunman from the musket team and change their guns."

The handsome fan saluted and said with a happy face: "It's great. The range of the musket we are using now is 100 meters. With a new gun, it will be enough to make the Liao people suffer a great loss."

The people on the south bank could not hear this conversation. They could only observe from the telescope that Zhao Xing was frequently mobilizing his troops. After a while, dozens of large wooden boxes that had just been lifted ashore were pried open. Some soldiers took out some long spears from the wooden boxes and started to reorganize the team.

Zhang Dunli's face changed and he hurriedly urged Cao Yu: "It's a bad thing. This year the Yellow River is shallow, and even the warships are trapped in the river. It's early winter now. If the river surface is frozen, wouldn't the Liao soldiers step by step by step? Quickly, urge the imperial guards to set up defenses along the river."

Zhang Dunli means: If the Liao army is helpless to treat Zhao Xing, they may not do anything well and attack Shunbao Village while the Yellow River is frozen, so as to capture Zhao Xing's retreat. Cao Yu woke up and urged his family to urge reinforcements from Daming Mansion. He said helplessly: "I hope that Zhao Liren's news about the Liao people and land are true - if the king of the Southern Court of the Liao Kingdom really dies, this conflict will only be controlled at the level of ten thousand men."

Chen Guan sighed worriedly: "After the Chanyuan Alliance, the border between Song and Liao was calmed for decades. Now the Taiwei climbed to the north shore. If the Liao people know and the war reopens, will we have to set up defenses everywhere in the future? Once the Yellow River is frozen, it will be flat here. How can we defend it?"

Cao Yu and Zhang Dunli dared not speak up. Xu Shixi said with a sharp voice and comforted himself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it was the Liao people who robbed our tribute envoy first. In theory, the Liao people cannot stand their foothold, and they... will not break up."

Xu Shixi said it was a foolish thing for scholars. When the war was in progress, who would still say "reasonable"? However, Xu Shixi's wishful thinking of the enemy in the war was "reasonable" and that the war evolved in the direction they hoped, which actually attracted people on the south bank to nod.

The Liao cavalry on the north bank moved, and two teams of cavalry rushed towards the wall of the village. While galloping, the figures of the cavalry floated on the horse, flying left and right, like butterflies on the horse's back. This is the traditional Khitan archery hiding technique. It is said that there was a Khitan poem that praised the agile posture of the horse. Unfortunately, Zhao Xing and Shuai Fan were not elegant people, and they did not know how to appreciate it.

"Let's fire!" Shuai Fan ordered with a stern face.

"Fire the fire!" Zhao Xing did not hesitate.

With the orders of these two people, the first row of soldiers relied on the village wall and neatly fired rows of guns.

The bullets shot out of the ground were not something that can be dealt with by archery. They quickly moved forward like a metal wall, and the Liao soldiers who hit the wall were bleeding.

After the guns were released, the first row of soldiers ran towards the rear of the queue with guns in their arms. The second row of soldiers then leaned against the wall of the village and fired the bullets neatly with the officer's order.

The penetration of bullets is not comparable to that of bows and arrows. At this distance, even if the Liao soldiers were hit by more than a dozen arrows and were like hedgehogs, they could still continue to charge - but they encountered a gunpowder era. Some Liao soldiers were injured by metal storms as dense as rainstorms, and each Liao soldiers hit by bullets seemed to be hit by a big hammer. No matter how much they used to rush forward, they immediately stopped on the spot as if they had hit a wall. Then, they fell to the ground like dumplings.

The three-wheeled guns, the Zhuque Army, which had recovered its queue, showed strong combat power. They only output three rounds of firepower outwards. None of the cavalry that charged forward was spared and was knocked down at a distance of 150 steps from the village wall.

Everyone knows the feelings of the Liao soldiers on the opposite side. On the south bank, Cao Yu, who knew a little military knowledge, was stunned in shock. After a long time, Cao Yu stamped his feet and said, "No wonder Mr. Fan took away five hundred musketeers and ran away without looking back. The musketeers lined up with such power."

Zhang Dunli had heard his cousin Zhang Yong say before, and he sniffed in air conditioning. He exclaimed: "My brother Zhang Yong once said that this musket is better than a uniform one. He said that if the muskets shoot in a uniform one, it would be unstoppable... In the past, I had seen the "performance" of the Mizhou Peach Gun Team. The peach gun was just the fireworks emitted by the spurts. I didn't expect this thing to be in the hands of Zhao Liren. It had such great power. No wonder he fought in the Nanyang invincible hands."

When Cao Yu said this, he immediately turned to Zhang Dunli: "Tong Dage (Tong Guan) received a secret order and received five hundred musketeers from Zhao Liren - right? Don't you think that the eunuch needs our help?"

Zhang Dunli shook his head: "Tong Dage did borrow people from Zhao Liren and escort tribute to Beijing... But opposite is 'Zhao Laohu', who has a strange temper. He regards you as his own. Even if you go to his house to pick up goods at will, he feels kind and thinks you don't regard him as an outsider. But Zhao Laohu regards this army as a treasure, and even Mr. Fan finally finds five hundred people out of his teeth...

This matter involves the government, I think. You should urge me, just say that the Khitans besieged the north bank and the court's tribute is not safe to place on the south bank. Please ask Zhao Liren to send someone to escort the tribute to Beijing immediately."

Cao Yu immediately responded and turned around and shouted at the Shunbao Village Dean: "Anyone dares to climb the north shore? Anyone dares to climb the north shore to deliver letters, whether it is the common people, I will reward you with ten thousand yuan. If he comes back alive, my Cao family's slings hire him as a general."

Under heavy rewards, there must be a brave man.

Several strong men from Shunbao Village stood up and volunteered to go to the north bank to deliver a letter to Zhao Xing.

At this moment, on the north bank, Zhao Xing and Shuai Fan frowned and watched the Liao cavalry charge in various ways.

"There are talented people in Liao Kingdom!" Zhao Xing sighed: "I didn't expect that the Liao Kingdom has been corrupt for so long, but there are still many capable people. The Liao people are testing our range and testing our tactics. The commander and supervisor, don't invest the three hundred new muskets first, we must also hide some killer weapons."

Shuai Fan looked at the river with a worried look: "Sir, the weather is getting colder day by day. When the Yellow River freezes, can the Liao people cross the river? Our supplies are cut off."

Zhao Xing laughed: "Zi Lian, you are pedantic. Can war horses gallop on the ice? Once the Yellow River is frozen, it will be beneficial to us, because we are musketeers, and there is no disadvantage of freezing hands and feet, and unable to pull the bowstrings and shoot arrows - this is the conquest of creation! The cold weather will only affect backward civilizations, but it will not affect our range. If the Yellow River is frozen, it will be a chance for us to escape."

Shuai Fan nodded: "That's true, I didn't expect this... But the Suzaku Army has been training in our Guangdong for a while, and I don't know if they can adapt to the severe cold climate in the north."

Zhao Xing hesitated for a moment and admitted frankly: "I was wrong! I thought that years of famine would make the Liao people weak... I heard that there were several rebellions on Nanjing Road last year, but I didn't expect that the tiger would die and the Liao people still maintained their combat effectiveness. It seems that this temptation has allowed us to further understand the situation of the Liao country, which shows that the economic plunder in Mizhou is not enough, and we need to endure for a few more years."

Shuai Fan echoed: "I have checked the information of the Liao Kingdom. Last year, the Liao Kingdom still had 1.31 million war horses, and after several years of plundering, it was good that we could get 100,000 war horses... We really need to endure for a few years.
Chapter completed!