Bullets were fools, but bayonets were heroes!
When Zhou Qingfeng raised his saber and pointed it forward, the 900 gunners immediately took out their bayonets and inserted them into the gun barrels. However, the first to charge out were the two rows of spearmen who had been waiting behind the gunners.
The three infantry phalanxes had 600 spearmen in charge of close combat. They wore breastplates and held long spears in their hands as they silently followed Zhou Qingfeng. Now, it was finally time for them to show their might. Wherever the Army of Light pointed was where they would charge.
The distance between them and the enemy was only 30 meters. With the support of the basic officers, a tornado appeared on the ground and a strong gust of wind blew. The two rows of spearmen charged out as if they were riding the wind. Zhou Qingfeng held the saber in one hand and the Wind Cloud Banner in the other. With the help of his spiritual energy, the charging soldiers gained double their speed and charged into the North Korean formation in a few breaths.
This was like a sharp blade stabbing into the throat of an animal waiting to die, delivering a fatal blow.
The three infantry phalanxes took the initiative to close the distance of 30 meters and opened fire. Relying on the high morale of the army, they forcefully withstood the barrage of the enemy. After paying a relatively small price, they dealt a heavy blow to the enemy. Two thousand-man North Korean squadrons were destroyed on the spot, and hundreds of corpses fell to the ground in an instant. The soldiers who were lucky enough to survive immediately ran around and fled.
But before the remaining North Korean soldiers could run more than a few meters, the spearmen who had been conserving their strength but could only watch the battle began to display their fierce killing ability. Facing the dense mass of enemies, they charged up every two steps and thrust with every three steps. The two rows of spearheads took turns to charge forward, killing the enemies until they screamed and cried, and blood splattered everywhere.
Facing the murderous and unparalleled spear assault, the North Korean soldiers were instantly scared out of their wits. They were already scared out of their wits by the ferocious volley of spears at close range. Now, they could only kneel on the ground and beg for their lives. Because no matter how they ran, they had already lost their will to fight and became powerless.
"Where are the leaders?" Zhou Qingfeng stood at the back of the assault formation and shouted, "Let those guides go up and tell them to kneel to avoid death. They're all good cannon fodder and labor. It's shameful to waste them. "
The gunners armed with bayonets followed closely behind the spearmen, but found that they didn't even have a chance to take advantage of the situation. The spearmen at the front had been sulking for the entire day and were now fighting with their lives on the line. The battle in front of them was the final glory of cold weapons, the pride of the end. When the flintlock was mass-produced, the matchlock would be eliminated, and the pikes would become mere decorations.
At this moment, every spearhead was dripping with blood. Every spear wielder had made a great contribution. By the time the staff officer of the Brigade Headquarters and the guide came to persuade the North Koreans to surrender, more than half of the two North Korean thousand-man troops had already been slaughtered. The remaining people all knelt on the ground and wailed. The Imperial Guard's vanguard, their courage, and their murderous intent had all been displayed to the extreme in the past few minutes.
On the city wall of Zhenjiang, the North Korean Marshal Jiang Hongli was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the two thousand-man troops he had sent to attack the North Koreans would be defeated in an instant. This was the change that happened the moment the main general of the opponent moved his flag forward. At that moment, the stalemate instantly became one-sided.
Although they were hundreds of meters apart, Jiang Hongli still saw the scene of the enemy's three infantry phalanxes charging bravely. He couldn't help but turn to Mao Wenlong and ask, "Who's the enemy's general?"
Mao Wenlong turned his head in surprise and thought, "Don't tell me you don't even know who your opponent is after fighting for so long?" In fact, he was also surprised by the change of the battle situation in front of him. After hesitating for a while, he replied, "The spy who sent the letter of challenge said that the enemy's general is the 'Revolutionary Army' Grand Marshal Zhou Qingfeng."
Ah … Jiang Hongli was even more surprised, "Then who's the leader of the flag bearers?"
As the saying goes, 'The son of a rich family should not sit under the eaves'. How could a person of high status personally go into battle? For example, Jiang Hongli, as the North Korean commander, stayed at the city wall of Zhenjiang. In fact, Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to go out personally. He was agitated by the negative emotions in the army. In the absence of a leader, he proudly stood on the front line to lead the charge.
To put it bluntly, Zhou Qingfeng was also bullying the enemy because they didn't have cannons. If it was just a matchlock, with his defense and the number of Prayers, he didn't care about the enemy's attack at all. If the enemy had cannons, he would definitely hide at the back and not dare to rush out.
Mao Wenlong couldn't answer Jiang Hongli's question. Ming Ting's understanding of the military strength of the 'Revolutionary Army' was extremely limited. His understanding of the generals was almost zero.
Ming Ting finally knew the names of Gao Daniu and Wu Daemon, but he still looked down on their young age. But in the blink of an eye, the original commanders of the Imperial Guard were all kicked out as battalion commanders. The newly promoted battalion commanders were all unknown to the outside world.
The commander of the recent attack on Shandong was He Zhuo, who had never appeared before. He Zhuo made a move and Shandong was in chaos. No one could defeat him. But she was a woman, which made the outside world even more puzzled.
"Maybe she's the vanguard general of the rebels." Mao Wenlong couldn't be sure.
The first two thousand-man teams were finished. Half of them were dead, and the other half were captured. The thousand-man team that made a detour was beaten up and couldn't fight for a while. Jiang Hongli brought more than ten thousand men, but the real soldiers were only about eight thousand. In the blink of an eye, they lost three thousand. If this continued, how could they fight in the future?
It seemed like they had to use their trump card!
"Bring out our North Korean national artifact." Jiang Hongli shouted. The North Korean generals around him were all shocked. The originally panicked atmosphere quickly calmed down. Everyone had the hope of winning again, as if some decisive force was about to appear.
Very quickly, soldiers carried out a few large metal boxes with wheels. These things had intricate carvings on them, and one side had holes that looked like a beehive. It looked like a bazooka.
With this thing on the field, the North Korean army cheered, and their low morale was restored. There were even some North Korean generals who volunteered to fight, saying that they wanted to use this artifact to defeat the Ming rebels.
On the battlefield a few hundred meters away, the Imperial Guard soldiers quickly controlled the prisoners and got into formation again. Although they had also suffered dozens of casualties, compared to the heavy losses of the enemy, the attack just now was an inconceivable victory.
Zhou Qingfeng ordered a small number of spearmen to tie up the prisoners one by one, and he ordered the formation to get into formation again. At this time, the cannons that were moving like snails finally arrived. The horses and mules that carried the cannons were not strong enough, and the last part was even carried by the artillery soldiers. But the moment they arrived, they first transported the six cannons of the three infantry battalions.
Looking at the exhausted artillery soldiers who were still trying their best to assemble the cannons and set up the formation, and then looking at the horses and mules that were about to collapse from exhaustion. Zhou Qingfeng only muttered, "Our horse breeds are not good enough."
Modern humans were used to the so-called 'tall and strong horse', but in ancient China, due to the lack of good breeding of horses, they generally used Mongolian horses. These horses were gentle, hardy, and easy to raise. But they were short and light, and could not carry much.
Riding a Mongolian horse in battle was not impressive enough, to put it bluntly, it was like riding a 'big dog'. It was a grassland horse, suitable for long expeditions, but not for short sprints, and even more unsuitable for rugged terrain.
But as for breeding horses ….. this was a huge project, and there was no way to fast-forward it. Zhou Qingfeng could only take note of it and deal with the battle in front of him first — the artillery soldiers were in position, and there were three infantry battalions rushing over from behind. Zhou Qingfeng had already defeated the opponent's three thousand-man teams, he was no longer afraid of the enemy coming up with new tricks.
Currently, Zhou Qingfeng was only seven to eight hundred meters away from the small castle in Zhenjiang. Zhou Qingfeng decided that the three infantry phalanxes would continue to advance to a distance of five hundred meters. Next, he did not intend to line up the infantry and shoot them to death, but use the heavy cannons to bombard them — there were quite a lot of enemies, but if six short-barreled heavy cannons continued to fire in unison, it should not be difficult to defeat them.
Assembling the cannons and setting up the formation all took time. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the sky and allowed the three infantry phalanxes to take turns to rest, eat some food and water, and recover some strength. After the artillery soldiers entered the field, the infantry would be much more relaxed, and there was no need to tire them too much.
And just as Zhou Qingfeng was preparing for the final attack of the day, the opposite North Korean army began to move again. Their troops that were originally gathered outside the city regrouped again, and there were another three to four thousand-man teams in formation, seemingly ready to compete with the Imperial Guard phalanxes again. But this time, they seemed to have learned a little bit, and after forming a horizontal line, they did not immediately attack …
"What are these idiots trying to do?" Zhou Qingfeng opened the monocular and saw that there seemed to be several chariots placed in front of the formation of several thousand-man North Korean teams. If one were to say that the chariots did not look like chariots, but more like cannons. If one were to say that it looked like cannons, then it would be the shape of a metal box on wheels.
What exactly is this?
"Where are those guides?" Zhou Qingfeng looked around, "Let them come up and take a look, what is that strange thing?" He then looked for the North Korean scholars who had sought refuge with him.
These guides were extremely happy to be able to work for Zhou Qingfeng, and for the past two days, they had been reporting their thoughts to him, telling him how they would repay the 'Revolutionary Army' once they returned to North Korea. Now, Zhou Qingfeng handed the monocular to them, and pointed at those strange things in the distance, asking what they were.
"God's Arrow!" The North Korean scholars exclaimed loudly, as if they had seen some earth-shattering and powerful thing. "This is the secret treasure of our North Korean Royal Family, a powerful national artifact. Once this God's Weapon is released, it can destroy the heavens and the earth, and even a thousand men and horses cannot stop it. Marshal, hurry up and surrender. If you're late, it'll be over. "
The guides used exaggerated words, horrified expressions, and surreal body movements to continuously explain the infinite power of this God's Arrow to Zhou Qingfeng. They were even so anxious that they knelt down, pulling on Zhou Qingfeng's thighs and begging, afraid that they would be turned into ashes under the attack of this national artifact.
"As expected, I shouldn't have asked these idiots. It's useless to ask them. "Zhou Qingfeng really had a headache. If not for the fact that these guides still had some use, he really wanted to chop off their heads. "Regardless of the era, these are all extremely arrogant and self-abased fellows.
Transforming the culture and thinking of the North Korean people, and infusing them with the vigor and vigor of our Great Han civilization, this is truly a heavy and long task! "
While Zhou Qingfeng was still ridiculing, the God's Arrow actually opened fire!
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