Beiyang new warlord

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At this time, it was time for the bayonet charge that the Ming people were most accustomed to!The right hand commanded the saber directly to protect the left side of the body. Dongfang Meng was the first to rush out, followed closely behind him by the sailor of the Black Pearl holding a bayonet and roaring. Six They all pulled out their hunting knives and rushed forward fiercely.

puff~

The sharp blade sliced ​​through flesh and blood, and the Cheyenne feathered warrior who fell to the ground just got up from the ground, Dongfang Meng's blade had already cut his throat like lightning, and the cluster of blood was just reflected in Mao Xingjian's telescope, but watching His own sailor rushed into the enemy's formation fiercely with a bayonet, and the sharp sound of the metal piercing into the flesh splashed clusters of scarlet blood, but Mao Xingjian did not show the slightest excitement, but shook his head dignifiedly.

"Soldiers are fierce weapons! Brave men are fierce! Saints use them as a last resort!"

Chapter 795. The Power of the Prince

The cavalry is full of lethality. Even in the Second World War, its unique mobility and flexibility allowed the cavalry to show off. Unfortunately, a wrong application directly ruined the precious cavalry of the Cheyenne people. It can no longer be called a battle, it can be called a massacre directly.

He didn't even need a knife, and he dropped the firecracker in his hand and used it as a sledgehammer. From under the fallen galloping horse, the Cheyenne warrior with a feathered crown struggled to climb out. Come on, he slashed the front door with a stick, the sound of cracking was probably brain bursting, and the warrior who was strong enough to kill a grizzly bear was directly slapped to death on the grassy beach.

Don't pretend to be aggressive, Girky Neck has just finished showing off his majesty, and before the wolf howls to celebrate, in the knee-deep grass, dressed in the skin of a puma, the Apache matriarch who is as flexible as a leopard is also a leopard He jumped out with the same ferociousness, and threw his neck to the ground with a thump. Under this guy's terrified expression, a sharp flint knife directly touched his neck.

Boom~ sparks splash!

This is the small details. Mao Xingjian said to use his brain to fight. Before the war, he had carefully studied the Indians' fighting methods. They were fierce and fast, but due to the backwardness of weapons, they would use the most effective lethal position for each blow. The most direct thing is the throat. Before the war, all the elites in Snake City were put on metal throat armor by Mao Xingjian. Although it was as uncomfortable as a goiter, at this time, it saved their lives!

It is estimated that the female patriarch was also shocked. The wild but handsome and heroic face under the feather crown was stunned for a second, and then she turned to the flint knife she carried with her, and sharply pointed at the foaming face. The head of the neck was smashed for the second time.

It's a pity that a second on the battlefield is too extravagant. Before the flint knife fell, a piercing pain came from her shoulder. Amidst the painful roar of the she-wolf, the swift and fierce Apache matriarch was killed by another sailor. He picked it up alive with a bayonet, and then slammed it hard on the ground.

Seeing the warriors and even the patriarchs of his own tribe being slaughtered in pain, and the Cheyenne warriors behind them holding up all kinds of weapons like madmen, rushing forward desperately, the originally generous southern tribal coalition forces really did it unknowingly. It was crowded into a long and narrow strip by the narrow pontoon bridge.

"Attack, offspring of the eagle and the bison!"

Suddenly, a resounding roar followed. Holding the steel ax gifted by Mao Xingjian, the war chief stared at his boiling eyes with two pots of boiling water. The first one jumped out with a roar, followed by , the Su warriors who had just disappeared appeared straight to the ground once again. Thousands of them, a huge circular arc like the rushing tide of the sea, suddenly enveloped the Cheyenne warriors rushing across the river bank.

This sudden appearance was so shocking that the Cheyenne people in the front shouted in fear in disbelief.

"Dead people! They are the dead people summoned by the wizard from the underworld!!!"

Regardless of the living or the dead, at the moment of sluggishness ahead, within ten meters, holding a wooden bow, the archer of the Sioux tribe showed his head and face covered with a rain of tetanus arrows, and the thin and thin bow was covered with the sound of crackling nails piercing through the flesh. The primitive warriors screamed and fell down in a large piece, and then the Sioux warriors who threw their bows howled like a mountain leopard and stabbed forward fiercely. Under the roar of dying, the sharp nails brought rough The tree pole penetrated directly from the other side of the flesh.

The broad Sioux formation occupied a complete advantage. During the charge, the Cheyenne people who rushed across the river bank first were surrounded in the middle. Many Cheyenne people didn't even react, and were directly killed. With a spear stabbed down from the back, the Cheyenne army formation melted quickly like the remaining snow in the scorching sun.

Can!After all, there are so many people!Just when the most marginal Soviet soldiers were killing and stabbing, there was another crackling sound from behind, and a throwing gun more than one meter long stabbed from behind, and the Soviet soldiers who were caught off guard were directly stabbed to the heart. cold.

Amidst the sound of cracking bones, two pots of boiling water pulled out the ax blade from a split head. At this moment, the throwing spear slammed into his feet with its still warm body, looking at himself The warrior of the tribe held his forearm thick and thin wound convulsively, roared like a wild beast again, and rushed out with two pots of boiling water like a madman holding a bloody chopping axe.

The two sides are completely typical North American continental warfare, without tactics, they follow the most fierce fighters in the tribe to fight together, the real man holds his thick dick and ruthlessly smashes into the opponent's body, even the women are like Crazy like that, the wild dog roared like that, and the sharp flint knife in his hand smashed into the enemy's face alive.

On the river beach, there were such ferocious battles everywhere, and the blood of the fallen warriors of several tribes soaked the river red for a while. Thanks to the large number of people, after losing a considerable part of the elite, the Cheyenne people of the coalition forces of various tribes still Step by step, they took the beachhead one by one, compressing the Sioux and retreating.

He had already retreated to the high platform of the mound one mile away, and the binoculars kept passing over the fierce battlefield. Mao Xingjian's hand holding his royal flag was shaking.

It can be seen that he let go of the flagpole again, and reached for the trumpet shotgun at his waist. The Donggong steward Nangong Bingwen and the Donggong secretary Chen Zao tried to persuade him again.

"Prince! Master Song told you that you must wait until all the Xiayan people have rushed across the river. It's too early now!"

"The barbarians in front can still stand it!"

A sound of persuasion forced Mao Xingjian to hold his hand on the flagpole again trembling, but there were veins on his forehead, and every time he saw someone fall down or scream, his cheeks twitched violently. After a while, he He let go of his hand again.

"Prince, don't be impulsive! The opportunity to kill these barbarians is at hand!"

Once again, Chen Zao clasped his fists and bowed hastily, but this time, he made a mistake in persuading Mao Xingjian. His words hesitantly stimulated Mao Xingjian's nerves so violently that even Han Xiaomo, who was closest to him, had no time to react. The flintlock was drawn, and the trigger was jerked skyward.

bang~

Already tensed, the artillerymen of the Ming Army who were carrying the tongs also stabbed the red-hot iron drill into the buttocks of the guns like a nerve reflex. inside!On the upper reaches of the Snake River, Song Yongzhong, who had been listening with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He quickly got on his horse and raised the flag high. The captain of the New World Cavalry was like a wolf king, reining in his horse and roaring suddenly.

"The prince has an order, attack!!!"

In the next second, the ground trembled violently!Thousands of heavy hooves beat the ground, and the loud roar was like a landslide and tsunami. Don’t forget that Mao Xingjian’s Snake City was called the Department of Cows at the beginning. More than 1000 bison were driven by Indian riders. Like the torrent of the embankment, it suddenly launched an impact towards the south.

To be honest, cattle are bulky, far less flexible than war horses, slow in speed, and have a low shoulder height. Against horse cavalry, they need to attack on their backs, which is extraordinarily difficult. This is why there have never been cattle cavalry in history, but in this new world without horses , all the shortcomings of the bull cavalry turned into advantages. Amidst the heavy and shocking voice, those Cheyenne warriors who were still squeezing and fighting stopped in amazement, and looked north. In a puff of smoke and dust, carrying Su Clan warriors, big horned bull heads with red eyes appeared in their pupils.

In the face of this torrent, courage is unreliable, and the first reaction of people is to run!The army of the southern tribes who had been fighting bravely just now fell apart in an instant, and the Cheyenne tribesmen who were carrying bloody wooden guns turned and ran back screaming in fear.

But those with two legs can't run with four legs, and they arrive in an instant for a mile. The sharp horns are like knives rushing across the crowd, and the heavy hoofs trample on the fallen people's bodies, making crackling bones. The sound of breaking, the bloody nests being trampled on the soft muddy ground by the Snake River, this group of North American bison finally had a chance to take revenge on humans, and the tens of thousands of Cheyenne people who rushed across the river were plowed by them like fields. Broken limbs and arms, dead bodies litter the field!

But Song Yongzhong was furious. The original plan was that this wave of charge would completely crush the entire five alliances, but beside the cattle rushing by, on the other side of the Snake River, there were still dark Cheyenne warriors looking at everything on the other side of the river in fear. Only one-third of the planned results have been achieved!

"The kindness of women!!!"

Angry to the point of losing his composure, he was separated from the hurricane herd, Song Yongzhong kicked his horse frantically, and ran towards the Indians standing on the pontoon bridge who had crashed into a ball, and the revolver he bought from Mao Xingjian kept ringing The trigger, amidst the gunfire, the Cheyenne people who were close were knocked into the water one by one. His frenzied killing intensified the retreat of the Cheyenne people. Finally, the shrill horn sounded from the other side of the river, like The South Indian warriors who rushed up like the high tide fled back in haste like the ebb tide, completely abandoning the fighters of the same tribe who were still struggling on the north bank.

Finally, with a sigh, he changed a few bullet nests in a row, and Song Yongzhong threw the red and hot revolver directly into the water, stretched out his hand and drew out his standard saber, holding the belly of the horse, Song Yongzhong was full of Anger, like venting, rushed into the group of Xia Yan's remnants who were still struggling.

On the other end, holding up the bloody and bone-stained steel chopping axe, the war chief let out two pots of boiling water for the final roar.

"attack!!!"

Although today's harvest is not perfect, the victory still belongs bloody to the Sioux, and belongs to Snake City! ! !

Chapter 796. The Prince's Benevolence and Justice

After conquering nature and becoming the master of the entire planet, human beings turned their sharp spearheads on themselves again, and it is not known whether it is a gift or a curse!

After a whole day of fighting, the huge Snake River beach was littered with corpses and blood flowed into rivers. Even in the evening, the ugly crowing of crows could not be heard, and wild dogs and other wild animals gathered greedily to enjoy the rare food in secret. A feast left over from human cannibalism.

For the dead, the Indians who believe in the souls of wizards still attach great importance to them, and fortunately, their beliefs are not as extreme as the Maori in the South Island. They will eat the flesh of the dead to absorb the strongest strength of the dead. Even at night, they fought For most of the day, the Soviet fighters still worked tirelessly, digging the tomb overnight, burying their own corpses in it, and also buried the enemy's corpses along the way.

However, they are kind to the dead, and they are not soft on the living. If there is an injured person in the pile of corpses who can still breathe, the Sioux warriors will not hesitate to go up and add a nail and spear.

In this battle, more than 5000 people died on both sides, including 800 Sioux people, and the rest were mainly Cheyenne people. This is terrible even in the usual cruel New World War. The main reason is cattle. With the large-scale use of cavalry, thousands of people were trampled to death in one charge of the terrible ox hooves.

In the darkness, Mao Xingjian also hurried to the front.

Song Yongzhong was sitting on the edge of the river beach, stepping on the sticky and soft ground. Mao Xingjian also walked up to him, raised his binoculars and looked to the south in a hurry. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and then his attention was turned back to Song Yongzhong, and he put down the binoculars, and he sighed lightly.

"Master Song, today..."

"Congratulations to the crown prince for the victory! The crown prince has strategized and killed thousands of barbarians. Your Highness no longer needs a general. The expedition team still has tasks. This year they need to break through to the east and open up the road with the thirteen British colonies. Farewell! "

There was still a smile on his honest and dark face, Song Yongzhong had already finished speaking like a cannonball, and immediately turned around as if walking north, so fast that Mao Xingjian didn't even realize it, watching him take a few steps, the prince Just then hurriedly and anxiously shouted from behind.

"We are Daming! The country of etiquette, isn't it here to educate these barbarians, let them understand etiquette and civilization? If we kill them all! Who else will teach etiquette?"

Song Yongzhong finally paused and turned around. He clasped his fists heavily and bowed, but he answered dully.

"Prince, the general is also from the old Liaodong. When the general was very young, the village of the general lived next to the Jurchens. Then the old slave Qi Da hated to raise troops. They became the masters of the village of the general. Then the old slave Killing the poor, the last generation of grandpa was killed by them, the last general fled to Dongjiang with his father, and then the young general followed the young commander, followed the general, that is, your father killed him back, now there is no Jurchen himself in Liaodong villages, and now we also pay respects to them!"

Looking up gloomyly, Song Yongzhong immediately shook his head heavily: "Prince, you are too idealistic, you are not cruel enough! Maybe you don't like to listen, but you are not a qualified leader."