Sleds were used not only by the Han people of Liaodong, but also by the Jurchen people. But in terms of large-scale use, no one could compare to the Revolutionary Army. When he found that carriages were not good in the winter snow, Zhou Qingfeng quickly asked the Ministry of Engineering to build lightweight dog sleds. After finding that there were not enough dog sleds, hundreds of heavy horse sleds were built in a few days.
The rivers were frozen and there were not enough hydraulic machinery, so they used manpower and animal power. In short, the production had to be increased to meet the needs of frontline personnel and material transportation. Horse sleds were needed to transport people and materials from Liaoyang, and horse sleds were needed for the Imperial Guard to attack.
Two horses could drag a ton of load on the snow and easily transport half a squad of personnel and personal equipment. When the troops were light, they could even pull an entire squad and were very fast on the snow. Whether it was the Ming Army or the Kennu, no one would have thought that after the Revolutionary Army completed the innovation of semi-manual and semi-wooden machinery, their production capacity would increase rapidly.
At around ten o 'clock at night, Gao Daniu set off with the team on time. Two infantry companies and one combat engineer company of 400 soldiers boarded the horse sleds and entered the night. Because of the snow, the sky was dark. All the sleds were illuminated by a lantern. Along the way, there were scouts arranged in advance to guide the way. When they were one kilometer away from the enemy's entrenched village, the lights would be turned off.
This sneak attack on a snowy night was very difficult. Zhou Qingfeng personally led the team, afraid that they would get lost on the way. The entire team was controlled by several frontline commanders who controlled the military formation. After the lights were turned off, everyone was silent, only the sound of horses pulling the sleds could be heard. When they were 500 meters away from Shahepu, the team stopped to rest, determine their positions, and assign the target and direction of attack.
Ye Na did the reconnaissance. She passed the terrain of Shahepu village to the military formation and pointed out the positions of several enemy sentries. She said in the military formation, "I'll take people to kill the enemy sentries and open the way for you."
Gao Daniu covered his head with a coat, blew on the match, and spread out the reconnaissance sketch. He gathered the company commanders under his coat to confirm the combat mission. "After the young marshal's personal guards get rid of the enemy's hidden sentries, the combat engineers will go up and blow up the houses in the village. Pay attention to the timing of the explosions and try to detonate them at the same time.
After the explosion, the surviving Jian Nu would definitely run towards the light in a disorderly manner. They lit several bonfires in the village. Just throw grenades in the direction of the bonfires. When the infantry signal is blown, you will fall back. The two infantry companies advanced from the east and west of the village. Along the way, they didn't care about anything else, they just had to kill their way through. I will lead the platoon to support you at any time. "
The three company commanders nodded in confirmation. As soon as the match was blown out, they immediately returned to their teams and assigned their respective platoon leaders to attack. While they were preparing for battle, Ye Na led a few scouts to deal with the Kennu sentries. Her cultivation had been greatly raised by Wen Ruolan, and she was the strongest among the Imperial Guard. Zhou Qingfeng was not her match unless he used the 'road bully'.
The tall woman didn't need to carry the two-handed sword on her back. She only relied on a few spells to gain night vision. She quickly approached the Kennu sentries that were frozen stiff in the snowy night and easily broke their necks. In less than a quarter of an hour, the dozen or so sentries outside of Shahe Town were cleared.
At this moment, in the village, Saharén, who was in a state of fake sleep, suddenly woke up. The ancestral spirits that the Jurchen shamans had refined suddenly warned him that there were enemies attacking, and there were a lot of them. He jumped up from a brick bed in a house, grabbed the big axe in his hand, and rushed out of the room shouting, "Get up, get up, those Han nuns are here. Get up, all of you! "
Saharén was like a beast that had been awakened, restless and restless. He really didn't expect that the snowy night that he thought was safe would be filled with hidden dangers. But since the enemies had come to his door, he could only fight.
There were still a dozen or so bonfires in the village, and there were many Jurchen sentries on the roofs. Hearing Saharén's rough roar, the Jurchen barbarians in the village ran out of the houses that were warm and sheltered from the wind. About 30% of them were fully equipped and ready to fight at any time. The rest took off their armor and clothes to rest, recovering their strength. After all, wearing armor was too tiring.
Outside the village, Gao Daniu saw that the enemies had been alerted in advance, and immediately ordered in his military chain, "Combat engineers, stop blasting, throw grenades, and disrupt the enemy's formation."
More than 20 tall and strong combat engineers walked out of the darkness outside the village, all of them using Strength Talismans to increase their strength. Someone carried basket after basket of homemade grenades, unscrewed the back cover, blew the match, and lit the fuse. The specialized grenade throwers grabbed these homemade grenades and threw them with all their might, easily throwing them fifty to sixty meters away.
In the darkness, the bonfires in the village were the best indicator. And the Kennu that ran out kept gathering in front of the bonfires. Saharén also didn't know the number of enemies and the direction of attack. He was arranging people to defend when grenades fell from the sky.
The first batch of grenades was filled with black gunpowder and extra sulfur. They exploded quickly after landing, emitting pungent smoke and igniting more sparks of fire. They weren't easy to extinguish. The subsequent grenades were filled with black gunpowder and specially polished stones. After these hard stones were blasted apart, they would fly around recklessly, causing people to be blown into a frenzy.
"Put out the fire, put out the fire." Saharén was calm. "Go back into the houses and put on your armor before coming out."
The power of the grenades with black gunpowder was still a little weak. Not many people were killed or injured, but it caused quite a bit of chaos. The horses of Saharén's cavalry kept neighing amid the explosions, trying to break free from the reins and escape.
The grenade throwers' grenades made Saharén realize that the opponent he encountered was not ordinary, definitely not the useless Ming Army. He immediately thought of Zhou Qingfeng, who was rumored to have occupied the peninsula in the southeast of Liaoning and rebelled. "It's so cold in this snowy weather. Why did that guy come to Shenyang instead of staying in Liaonan?"
Saharén cursed a few times but still decided to break out of the encirclement. This was because he had tasted Zhou Qingfeng's power. If that kid really came, it was impossible to let him stay in the village and wait for reinforcements. "Cavalry, get on your horses and charge out. Charge towards where there are many people. Infantry, put on your armor and follow. We can't stay in this village. If we stay, we'll only be killed. "
When it came to fighting, the Kennu who had just come out of the wilderness retained a lot of their wild nature. They ignored the grenades falling on their heads and looked everywhere for their restless mounts. After loosening the reins, they got on their horses and charged out, disregarding their lives to find the enemy in the darkness.
On the dirt road outside the village, two companies of spear infantry had just taken their positions. The officer leading the platoon kept giving orders. The spears were leveled one by one. The front row was placed at the waist and the back row was placed on the shoulders of the front row. After the dense spear formation was formed, the front row quickly lit up with the light of the military formation.
"Sound the horn, advance."
The officer shouted the command. The soldiers followed the sound of one, two, one and marched forward with great strength. After walking for a few dozen meters, they encountered sporadic Jurchen cavalry in the village.
"Steady, stab!"
The flustered Jurchen cavalry crashed into the front of the spear formation. When they wanted to turn their horses, the spearmen charged out of the darkness and stabbed their spears. The riders on the horses could only swing their swords and slash, but the spears had already pierced through their armor, leaving bloody holes.
The dying screams alerted the Jurchen cavalrymen behind them. Some of them turned around to report to Saharian, while some of them scouted in other directions, trying to figure out the enemy's numbers and weak points. However, a company of spear infantry had 120 soldiers, which was enough to spread out a wide front and block the enemy's escape route from the village entrance.
In the darkness, the Jurchen cavalry sensed that the village was surrounded by enemies. These enemies all used spears that were 13 feet long and wore heavy armor and iron helmets. They charged forward bravely and unyieldingly. The terrible situation was continuously reported to Saharén in the village, but this Jurchen general, the son-in-law of Nurhachi, and a warrior who had dominated the battlefield remained unmoved.
"Infantry, infantry, quickly get into formation. White Armor Soldiers, go to the front. Those who know how to use magic, come to the front. I will personally lead you out. "Saharén was in the middle of organizing his three hundred or so infantry soldiers. Jianzhou had dominated the Northern Lands because they were heavily armed, wore thick armor, and were good at using longbows to shoot at the enemy's faces at close range.
Saharén personally stood at the front with a battle axe in his hand. The number of infantry soldiers behind him increased rapidly. A few leaders of Niu Lu and their white-armored elite soldiers followed closely behind him, roaring madly as if they were going to kill someone.
When Saharén saw that the cavalry's momentum was not going well, he knew that he could not wait any longer. He saw that more than a hundred infantry soldiers had already gathered behind him. He immediately strode out of the village, intending to use the infantry formation that he was best at to defeat the enemy.
By now, the grenadiers had already thrown out all the grenades they had brought with them. They grabbed their axes and went to guard the flank of the spear formation. Before they could charge out, many barbarians with bows in their hands rushed out from the Jurchen infantry formation. They fearlessly walked to within ten steps of the spear formation and started shooting with heavy arrows.
Ten steps was only a distance of six to seven meters. It took a lot of courage to challenge the approaching spears at such a distance. But the Jianzhou tribe had used this move to destroy many enemy tribes. They had also used this move to break through the seemingly thick defensive formation of the Ming army. The Jurchen barbarians who were able to stand out were all powerful. They shouted loudly to boost their morale and quickly drew their bows to shoot at the approaching spear formation.
Heavy arrows at close range were extremely powerful and could basically pierce through one person. With the addition of spiritual power, they could even pierce through several people in one breath. If the soldiers on the battlefield showed even the slightest bit of fear, they would immediately be defeated by this cruel blow that could decide life and death in an instant.
Zhou Qingfeng attached great importance to this unique skill of the Jurchen. The infantry of the Imperial Guard had practiced this skill repeatedly. After all, it was clearly written in the history books that the slaves were extremely skilled. They were good at archery and horses. They could shoot people's faces within ten steps.
"Lower your heads." Not only did the spear formation light up with a green defensive light, but an officer also gave the order.
All the spear bearers lowered their heads and covered their faces with their helmets. Immediately after, a wave of arrows came raining down. The sound was like the buzzing of a buzzing bee, and it was continuous and continuous.
After shooting the arrows, the Jurchen barbarians waited to see the enemy soldiers fall to the ground. Generally speaking, there would be at least six to seven arrows in a round. At close range, no one would miss. Not only did they have to hit, they had to kill. The Jurchen Zhenren had absolute confidence in the strength of her bow. When she pulled the bow to the fullest, she could even shoot a cow.
However, today's wave of arrows did not achieve the expected effect. The arrows that were imbued with spiritual power were first blocked by the green defensive light and then bounced off by the metal breastplate. At most, some of the powerful Jurchen archers used their strong muscles and bones to pierce through the breastplate. However, the arrowheads were stuck in the breastplate and pierced through the flesh. Instead, the spear bearers cried out in pain and fought bravely.
The spear bearers were originally worried that the arrows of the Kennu would be aimed at their faces, necks, and other vital points, so they all lowered their heads. But in reality, very few of them were hit in the face. The wave of arrows all hit their chests.
Not dead, not dead, they all survived!
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