Aside from the human factor, the biggest technical difficulties in ancient warfare were detection and communication. In the era without amplifiers, a person could only hear within twenty to thirty meters. If they were in a noisy battlefield, this distance would be reduced to ten meters.
In a sunny and unobstructed situation, a person's vision range would only be a few kilometers. However, it was almost impossible for a battlefield to be sunny and unobstructed. This meant that grass-roots commanders had to keep their soldiers within hearing and vision range, and this range was usually only within fifty meters.
Therefore, the basic leaders of the ancient armies were sergeants and sergeants. From their names, it was obvious that they did not have many people under them. Moreover, a general had more than a hundred people under him, so it was difficult to control the troops when they were scattered. Even if he could see a soldier, he could not command them, let alone discover the enemy. It was even more painful for the higher ranking generals because they often did not know where their subordinates were.
This was fundamentally different from the modern army.
To solve the problem of passing down orders, the orderly was a simple and effective choice. However, to expand their field of vision, they needed a telescope. The world's first telescope was invented by a Dutch spectacle craftsman in 1608, and the earliest telescope in China was made by a scientist at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Xu Guangqi, 22 years later.
When He Zhuo grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's bronze binoculars and looked at the battlefield not far away, she inadvertently saw a whole new world. Hundreds of meters away, heads were surging, smoke and dust blocked the way. The specific situation often depended on the judgment of the bottom-level officers on the battlefield. But now, as long as He Zhuo moved the lens slightly, the whole situation would be under her control.
This was like a young girl who had not yet learned to love but was suddenly exposed to a large number of pornographic videos, the excitement and excitement made her dizzy. He Zhuo, who was riding on the horse, could not even control her own body. She swayed and looked at it for a while, then stopped for a while, screaming from time to time.
"You Han people …, you Han people are really amazing!" He Zhuo felt her mouth was dry, she could not find any words to describe her feelings. In the ancient battlefield, the weak needed to form a local advantage and obtain some kind of unilateral transparent information to carry out micro-control.
He Zhuo knew that the Ming cultivators often came up with all kinds of strange things, these things were usually talismans, magic tools, puppet mechanisms, pills, and formations. However, this small bronze telescope had shattered any of her previous fantasies. After confirming the function of the telescope, she held it tightly in her hand and asked Zhou Qingfeng, "This device can actually zoom in on distant scenery. How much is it?"
Zhou Qingfeng had just witnessed Mangurdai chopping human bodies apart like a pig being butchered. He felt extremely nauseous in his chest. He finally calmed himself down and said to He Zhuo, "Give me back the binoculars. I don't want to command the Mongolians, but I want to command these two or three hundred people."
The telescope was something that Zhou Qingfeng used his spirit energy to obtain from the Space-Time Oasis. It wasn't a high-end product, but a plastic child's toy from a small shop. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, it transformed into a single-tube bronze telescope. Its magnification was at most 3, so it couldn't see very far. Its field of vision was also very narrow.
However, when this thing fell into He Zhuo's hands, it was appraised as a 'national treasure'. Zhou Qingfeng asked her for it, but she kept shaking her head. Refusing to let go, she continued to ask, "I'll give you a manor, the best manor in my hands. The 200 slaves inside will all belong to you. In exchange for this … What's it called? "
"What do I want your manor for? Give me the binoculars first. Those idiots in the transport team are in a mess after walking less than a hundred meters. I want to know which bastard is leading the team, so I have to correct the formation. "Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and shouted.
"I'll give you another thousand, no … two thousand. I'll give you all my dowry. " He Zhuo eagerly bargained for Zhou Qingfeng. For this, she even bowed to Zhou Qingfeng and said with a sincere tone. "This thing is very useful. Nurhachi's troops are stationed in the Southern Pass. The terrain near the Southern Pass is flat, so I can take this thing to deal with them myself. "
Zhou Qingfeng asked for it a few times, but He Zhuo just wouldn't give it to him. He had to retract his hand with a bitter smile and said, "When I'm done, I'll give this binoculars to you, okay?!"
He Zhuo was stunned. "Give it to me … You're really giving it to me? You little rascal, are you going to take it back and not give it to me? "
"Sigh … There's nothing to be reluctant about with such a stupid thing. You have a grudge against Nurhachi, so what if I give it to you? " Zhou Qingfeng sighed. He had to point at the transport team that was moving forward and ask, "Tell me, the team on the left is the one from Red Company? I've painted some colors on the captain's body to distinguish them. Find the color on the captain's back and tell me. "
He Zhuo was skeptical. She raised the binoculars and looked a hundred meters away. She found the team that was going the wrong way in the crowd, and then found the guy with paint on his back. "It's red and blue. You smeared all over their bodies just to identify them? "
Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted to the messenger behind him, "Go find the captain of Red Company's blue team and tell him to go to the right. That idiot didn't even walk a hundred meters, but he went thirty meters to the left. He's practically sleepwalking. "
The team that was made up of villagers were all illiterate. They could not even understand A, B, C, D, 1, 2, 3, 4. Zhou Qingfeng could only use colors to distinguish the different teams to make it easier to give orders. But even then, he almost made a mistake. He found out that he was color-blind when choosing the messenger. The quality of the soldiers was really bad.
The entire transport team had a wooden spear in their hands. When they marched orderly … No, it was actually disorderly as they entered the battlefield, but their might was not much weaker than the Mongolian horse team. The people of the horse market had just experienced a surprise attack from the cavalry. Many of them ran a little further away and even mustered up the courage to watch from afar. But when they saw the spear transport team appear, the slowly advancing spear formation scared many of them into running for their lives.
The messenger rode forward to give the order. He Zhuo raised the binoculars and stared at them. When the team returned to the original position of the spear formation, she actually cheered loudly and excitedly. "Little rascal, you did it. You did it. Do you know how hard it is to maintain a formation normally? Once those soldiers walk out, it will be a mess. We can't control it even if we want to.
I remember to use colors to distinguish the different teams. I want all the slaves under me to be painted different colors. This is much easier than teaching those lowly slaves how to read. The next time those lowly slaves say they can't learn, I will definitely beat them to death. "
He Zhuo was so happy that she kept shaking Zhou Qingfeng's shoulders. Zhou Qingfeng was also infected by her laughter. He reached out to push He Zhuo away and said, "Alright, alright. Give me the binoculars. I want to command personally. This is the first time I'm organizing an operation with hundreds of people. Don't mess it up. "
Zhou Qingfeng reached out to push He Zhuo's arm away, but what he touched was a bulging, soft, and bouncy hemisphere. He Zhuo was happily shaking Zhou Qingfeng. When she looked down, she saw that the kid had grabbed her chest and even pinched it.
"You … Little rascal." Northern women were passionate and generous. They were bold and unrestrained, but it was impossible for them to let a man touch their chest. He Zhuo shrunk back and protected her chest. She laughed and scolded, "You don't look that old, but you like to take advantage of women. How about … I give you one of my maids. "
"No, no, I … I just accidentally touched it." Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly tried to explain, but she couldn't help but recall the feeling just now. She was a little regretful that she didn't think of a way to grab it a little longer.
Women nowadays didn't have things like bras. At most, they would wear a chest wrap under their outerwear. Women from different tribes didn't even have chest wraps. A perfect chest shape meant that it was naturally upright and full. There was absolutely nothing fake about it.
"It's fine if you don't want it, but I will command this battle." He Zhuo didn't care much about Zhou Qingfeng's grab. Her excitement was all on the battlefield. After continuing to observe the battlefield with the binoculars, she took over Zhou Qingfeng's command.
"Let the Yellow Team of the Blue Company move forward quickly. They are lagging behind the formation."
"Let all of them stop the formation. It's getting more and more chaotic."
"Listen to my command. Put down your spears and attack. Target … Choose those people who are watching from the hillside. Test the power of our formation. "
"Quickly tell Mangurdai that Ma Chengta's people escaped from the east. Tell him to stop killing those defeated soldiers and immediately bring some people to chase after them."
"Tell Ba Tu that there are soldiers coming out from Fushun Pass. Let him use the low-lying terrain on the right to go around and attack them from the back. Don't let those Ming Army come out and get in the way. "
On the battlefield of Ma Market, other than Zhou Qingfeng and He Zhuo, the one who saw it the clearest was undoubtedly the Ming Army on the wall. Today, to trade with Ma Chengta, Li Yongfang of Fushun Pass personally came to oversee. Before Mangurdai launched his attack, Lord Li was watching from the watchtower on the wall.
Seeing that the Mongolian barbarians had come out of nowhere to disrupt his business and even wanted to steal his silver, Li Yongfang's heart burned with anger. Propping himself against the wall, he cursed, "These barbarians are tired of living. Immediately organize the troops and send them out. Today I want to exterminate these bandits who dare to attack and harass our Great Ming's border."
Inside the wall, there were more than a hundred soldiers from Fushun Pass. This was all the manpower that could be gathered at Fushun Pass. When these beggar-like soldiers learned that Ma Market had been attacked by a group of Mongolian bandits, they immediately dragged their feet and refused to leave the pass no matter what.
Li Yongfang was a dignified Qianhu. In theory, he should have more than one thousand five hundred soldiers. But now, no matter how angry he cursed, he could at most gather a dozen of his servants and leave the pass to save Ma Chengta.
Under the authority of the Qianhu Pass and the promise of a reward, a dozen well-equipped servants rode on horses and led more than a hundred infantry soldiers out of the pass. Li Yongfang once again went up the watchtower and looked into the distance. As a result, his heart almost jumped out of his throat. A cloud of dust rose from the forest in the distance. Spears broke through the sky, followed by a spear formation of about three hundred people slowly advancing.
Lord Li did not have binoculars, so he could only widen his eyes and watch carefully. After a while, he could not help but exclaim, "A strong army! It's actually a group of valiant soldiers! Marching in formation, neither scattered nor disorderly, with a degree of tension and relaxation, advancing and retreating in accordance with the rules. Who sent these elite troops? "
In ancient times, the requirements for elites were very low. 'One drill every three days, one practice every five days', this was the standard for a strong army. In ancient times, elementary school students lining up was a sign of strong discipline. This was the difference between educated and uneducated people.
From Zhou Qingfeng's point of view, the transport team he organized was just marching in formation slowly. It was really unbearable to look at their zigzagging. But from Li Yongfang's point of view, it was a miracle that so many people were able to maintain the basic formation after walking for two or three hundred meters. From time to time, he also saw messengers on horseback coming to correct the formation and pass orders. This showed that the commander … had the talent of a great general.
On the other side, Ma Chengta was originally relying on a few warehouses built in Ma City to fight against Mangurdai. Although his subordinates were getting fewer and fewer, he vowed to die and refused to leave. Because if he retreated, when he returned to Nurhachi, his head would be chopped off. It was better to die in battle.
Just when he was in a killing frenzy, a subordinate suddenly exclaimed, "Master, another group of enemies is coming."
The transport team with spears raised high was slowly advancing from two or three hundred meters away. Although they were not yet in front of him, the momentum of their advance was already reflected. Ma Chengta only took a glance, and a word popped up in his heart — strong army.
"How did the Kharka tribe get these hundreds of people out? Something's wrong. I have to report to the Khan. The enemy has sneaked into our Jianzhou. This is probably a sneak attack that no one expected. " Ma Chengta was a knowledgeable person. When he saw the spears of the transport team, he was sure that this was not an ordinary team. They must be the enemy's elite.
Even ants wanted to live, and Ma Chengta did not want to die outside of Fushun Pass. Once he was sure that he had a reason to escape, he no longer thought about what the truth was — at this time, when there was important military information to report to the Khan, the most important thing. Presumably, not only would the Khan not think that he was deserting, but he would also be rewarded.
When Ma Chengta escaped on his horse, he looked back and saw the transport team with spears chasing away a group of bystanders who were watching the battle. When he saw that the infantry team was able to restore their formation after launching an attack, he was even more sure of his judgment — something was wrong. A strong army had appeared. It was right for him to endure the humiliation and go back to report.
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