Colorful Clouds South (IV)

The cold moon is silent, and the clear light is evenly spread across the banks of the Baishi River through the mist. There is no winter in Yunnan, but on this night the riverside is as cold as ice caves, and even the wild dogs and jackdaws are dying. On the banks of the river, the bodies of Mongolians and Han people are lying everywhere. They were irreconcilable enemies during their lifetime, but after their death, they slept on the same land, with their hands and feet against each other, just like brothers.

The fog rising from the river gradually became thicker, slowly wrapping the "sleeping" people with white veil, making the battlefield more peaceful. Through the fog, several people with arrows were vaguely seen standing unyieldingly. It was the Ming soldiers who were about to fall and pierced the Mongolians' belly with swords at the moment when they were about to fall. They themselves were also pierced by their opponents. Both sides depended on each other and formed a strange word "man" on the battlefield, as if telling the tragic situation of the daytime battle.

One afternoon in the winter of the 14th year of Hongwu, 70,000 Ming warriors wrote a war song with their lives, and the Baishi Ferry Ferry solidified into history and legends.

The page of history has not been written yet, and the pen on the inkstone has been dried by blood.

Dalima's arrangement was well-known for his military use. He used the blood of the people to anger the victorious general Fu Youde. He calculated the time to attack halfway. One hundred thousand Mongolian elite soldiers were waiting for the effort to fight against the 70,000 Ming warriors. He thought he would win.

However, he miscalculated one thing, which forgot the bloody nature of the Ming soldiers ignited by the anger. The Ming soldiers found that they were trapped and saw the overwhelming Mongolian elite soldiers; they saw the rushing horse team, and they also saw the war elephants that swept everything. However, the Mongolian warriors did not see the panic they expected, and they were greeted by the bright blades and angry feather arrows.

The terrain on the riverside was narrow. Under the command of the commander of Wanhu Ajibu, the Mongolian army lined up along the river in an oblique formation to fight towards the Ming army. The vanguard pointed to the side along the terrain, hoping to form a breakthrough here and squeeze the opponent into the river.

Fu Youde rectified the team and formed the same formation to shake it. A distance of hundreds of steps was instantly passed by two teams charging towards the front. Countless warriors fell into the attack and were torn to pieces by their own war horses. The few cavalry on both sides became the blades of the impact, and the sound of iron tools that made people sour, sounded endlessly. In less than a stick of incense, the victory and defeat of the vanguard had been decided. None of the Ming Dynasty immediately came, and the war horses wailed and fled the battlefield with an empty saddle. The Mongolians almost exchanged for this local victory with a one-to-one price.

The horn sounded like a death-seeking force, and the remaining Mongolian knights quickly rushed towards the infantry. They were approaching and approaching. The Mongolian soldiers rushing in the front suddenly saw a Great Wall of Steel. The layers of huge shields and more than two feet of long horse-resisting rifles set up death traps for them...

"Swish", feather arrows were flying down the sky, shooting the Mongolians and their war horses into hedgehogs. The time for the formation was exchanged for the lives of the cavalry brothers, and the enemy must return it with their lives. After the rain of arrows, the battlefield suddenly returned to tranquility. The soldiers on both sides could see the opponent's eyes hidden behind the shield. Just between the two teams, a deserted area of ​​more than 40 steps wide appeared, and blood rolled into the Baishi River from here.

Several war horses that rushed into the gun array made the final whine, and the spear penetrated it and the owner on the horse's back. The owner was dead, and the dying beast was still struggling for the last time.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo", there is no time to be sad about the fragility of life. With the sound of the horn, the Mongolian infantry followed more than ten battle elephants and slowly came out of the formation, still pressing towards the upper corner. The feather arrows from both sides began to diffuse another round, without asking for accuracy. As long as they could cross the shield and fall from their opponents, such a dense formation would definitely lead to a victory.

Under the rain of arrows, several groups of Ming infantry lined up in an orderly manner to greet them. The front row raised a shield with one hand and the other with a knife, and the back row placed a spear on the shoulders of the front row. The warriors took big steps towards the battle elephant dozens of times heavier than them. Don’t laugh at the battlefield drunkenly, how many people have returned from the battles in ancient times.

The first group pounced on it and fell down.

The second group pounced on it and fell down again.

The third group rushed forward without hesitation.

The sparse sound of muskets sounded in the Ming Dynasty. It was Mu Ying who transferred more than 100 guards to Fu Youde. The muskets in their hands became Fu Youde's killer weapon...

Five or six battle elephants fell down with a bang, and overwhelmed a group of people regardless of the enemy. One battle elephant was obviously seriously injured and whined to throw the master into the air. Seeing that the war situation was not good, the remaining barbarians actually controlled the battle elephants to turn around and flee to the original formation, and overturned countless Mongolian soldiers following behind them.

"Beat the drum and cheer for me the warriors", Fu Youde shouted loudly.

The rumbling iron drum sounded from the battle formation, and the earth was trembling.

More Mongolian warriors rushed over, and the killing was used up. Both sides began a real hand-to-hand battle. The archers no longer fired volleys, hid behind the shield hands of the formation and quickly placed cold arrows. Occasionally, Park Dao's hand rushed into the opponent's position, and used the last strength to cut the close archer over, and then chopped them into meat sauce by countless people.

The front army vs. the front army, the defender vs. the rear guard, and the reserve team vs. the reserve team. At this time, the tactics are no longer important. Just compare the morale of which side collapses first and the reinforcements of which side arrive first.

Dalima looked helplessly on the other side. He didn't expect his opponent to be so hard. The Mongolian team had already reached the center of the river. The Ming army, who had just crossed the river desperately, abandoned their comrades who rushed to the shore and resolutely paddled back on a raft. Standing on the bank of the river, they used bows and arrows to face the Mongolian soldiers who were not familiar with water battles, and firmly protected Fu Youde's flanks.

When the time came, Fu Youde smiled faintly and tidied up his armor, and walked from the back team to the front army. The tired Ming army gradually showed a defeat after more than two hours of death. The Mongolians in the brigade abandoned the ship from the unstoppable Mongolian formation and entered the battle. There were more and more enemies in front of the Ming soldiers.

"Brothers, take revenge"! He shouted and chopped his opponent with his sword.

"Revenge" sounded, and the sound made the Mongolians frightened.

An injured soldier suddenly came out with his arms, hugged the Mongolian beside him and rolled into Baishijiang. Next to him, another Mongolian bit off the throat of the Ming soldiers with his teeth.

The sun seemed to be unable to see such a fierce battle. It slowly descended behind the mountain, and the sky was bright red and the earth was bright red.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded from the side of the Mongols, and Liu Mingyuan and the new army arrived.

The grenade fell into the Mongolians' team with smoke, and the explosions continued.

"Bood the inhumane Tartars into the river," Liu Mingyuan shouted loudly. The soldiers of Pingnan Army trained according to their usual training and began shooting in segments in units of companies. The dense sound of muskets scared the Mongolians.

A gap was made in the position of the Mongolian soldiers. Fu Youde ordered the soldiers to take the opportunity to gather the team and retreat the remaining soldiers.

The first row squats and shoots, the second row continues to move forward, and the third row follows.

After the first row was fired, the second row just advanced to the front of the first row, squatted down and shot, knocking down the Mongolians who wanted to take the opportunity to rush up.

The third row repeats the second row of movements. Three echelons fire alternately, sweeping all life in front of them like a tide. Behind them, the bombers ignited the grenade fuse with fire snatches and kept throwing them towards the Mongols.

The battle ended soon after the arrival of the new army. Seeing that it was impossible to get it, Dalima immediately ordered a retreat. Liu Mingyuan bluffed and chased after him, Mingjin withdrew his troops. One of his divisions lost 60% of them on the road, and all those who could enter the battle were in front of the formation. If it weren't for the darkening of the sky, the opponent would easily see through his trump card.

Both sides took advantage of the night to evacuate the battlefield, leaving behind a land of dead soldiers.

The river was shrouded in mist on the battlefield, like countless unwilling souls caressing their still-warming body nostalgic.

When Mu Ying arrived, the sky was getting brighter. Fu Youde's 70,000 troops remained less than 30,000. Veteran Wang Bi and Jin Chaoxing fell on the red soil of Yunnan forever. Looking at the brothers who were still fighting side by side in the distance, General Changsheng Fu Youde burst into tears. Looking at the blood of the river, the Pingnan Army rushed to the place where the Mongols camped yesterday, without regard to their fatigue, and only captured an empty camp.

Dalima saw the power of the firearm last night. He knew it was not good, so he secretly took the team over the river. On the other side, he still had a group of war elephants, cities, and capital to fight for one death.

Gao Laosan and his brother buried the bodies of his comrades-in-arms. Many people hugged each other tightly with their opponents and could not separate them. The angry Ming army used a steel knife to cut the Mongolians' bodies and prevented him from defiling the remains of the warriors.

The paper was ashes flying, and the north wind was strong. Dalima looked at the Ming army on the other side of the funeral. It was strange that these people valued the funeral of the deceased so much that they did not have the kind of heroism on the battlefield. Unlike Mongolian men, who died, they returned to the embrace of the heaven of immortality, and they were happy all their lives and were sleeping when they died.

These Han people are strange. The little woman who sells tofu obviously refused to obey her husband when she saw that her husband was killed and hit her head on the city wall. If she was on the grassland, the one who was quicker would be a hero, and the woman was the one who was the strong, and she had been through this for thousands of years. And the spies at the city gate that day, she had promised that as long as they surrendered, she would not kill them, and she would stay as guests of honor. The Mongols were the most honorable hero, but who expected that they would blow themselves to pieces with grenades.

The Han people's firearms are powerful, and my cannons are not vegetarians. Dalima thought proudly. After the transformation of the Hui people, the range of the artillery cast by the copper has been greatly improved, and the wide river surface can also make up for the lack of range. For three consecutive days, he pushed all the cannons in the city to the riverside and was ready for battle. If the Ming army forcibly crossed the river, Dalima would once again stain the surface of the river. When he thought of the redness of the river, he would lick his lips excitedly. He liked the smell of blood, as long as the blood was not his own.

He didn't know that the danger was approaching quietly. He just wanted the weak not to survive. He didn't expect that he would become the weak one day, and he didn't expect what kind of flowers would bloom in the seeds of hatred sown by his order to the Holocaust.

The Ming army came too fast. If it were half a year later, the craftsmen in Yunnan might be able to create the best flowering bullets and treat them with their own methods. Those craftsmen were still too stupid. Liang Wang spent a lot of money to sneak into the Central Plains to buy smelting books. They didn't make any fine steel for Liang Wang, that is, Guan Pubao, the old guy, had a good temper. If I had been, I would have long cracked this group of unfaithful wastes. Dalima used his clairvoyance to observe the Ming army building rafts on the other side every day, and observed it without any observation.

Talk to Lai. Fu Youde seemed to have to force the crossing. The other side had prepared a raft for several days and almost cut off all the trees on the mountain. I don’t know when they would be ready. It was boring. Dalima needed some entertainment to kill the Han people in the city. Now he had no one to cook. In terms of food, the Mongolians were still a little stupid. What kind of entertainment should he look for? He thought boredly, and he went to see the little boy.

"Come," Darima shouted loudly.

A personal soldier came over and asked, "What are the instructions for the general?"

"How is that little boy? Are you dead?" Dalima asked. The little boy was the son of a businessman. The businessman is really rich. On the night of the massacre, he put out all the jewelry, hoping to exchange it for his family to survive. Dalima accepted the jewelry as a single person, human life? Who made him not a Mongolian, and who made him taller than the wheel!

Xiao Huizi is a man. Seeing his relatives being killed in front of him, he didn't cry, but just recited his shit. I pickled you and sold you to Mughal, and see what else you would recite. Dalima felt itchy when she thought of Xiao Huizi. The more stubborn the boy, the more he could arouse his animal desire.

"Return to General, the child is very lucky and is not dead yet and can eat." The personal soldiers hurried back to report.

Thinking of the child's eyes, Darima said to herself: "I really can't bear to sell him. The little guy has personality. By the way, what's his name?"

"It seems to be Maha," the personal soldiers replied.

"Mahama, they don't know how to choose individual names for these Huihui. No matter how they call them Mahama, it's hard to distinguish them."

"General, they only have those few names. I have cut so many of them, but there are no more than five names." The personal soldiers said with a cruel smile. The laughter of the two beasts made Jiang Shui chill.

"The Ming army crossed the river, the Ming army crossed the river." A shout of fear came from the riverside. Wang Bi's figure on that day impressed the Mongolians so deeply that when someone mentioned crossing the river, some people felt their legs and feet were weak.

Following the shouting, Dalima saw rows of rafts being put into the river. The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were simply thorned and white robed, and they climbed the rafts one by one. Each raft was separated by a distance, slowly paddling towards him.

"Exciting", Dalima shouted, "Prepare the cannons and blow all the Han people up in the river." The Mongolian cannons lifted off the cannon's coat, revealing the black muzzle.

Gao Laosan squatted on the raft, his big hand nervously stroking his baby doll cannon. The river water has now opened the pot, and dense shells fell on both sides of the raft, splashing water. The rafts have been hit. The shells used by the Tartars are not good and rarely exploded, but the soldiers hit are basically unsuccessful. The comrades hugged his body and continued to move forward. If they die, they will die on the shore, otherwise the warriors will not be able to rest.

"Stay, keep it steady." Gao Laosan shouted and ordered the raft to sway. His raft was a special giant raft with the most obvious target and the most attractive artillery. The waves hit by the shells made the raft shaking.

With the efforts of several soldiers, the raft finally stopped for a moment. At the moment of pause, Gao Laosan beat the fire that had been hidden in his belly. "Bang", the raft shook and was almost overturned. Several soldiers quickly looked and pulled up the sled hand that fell into the water. The shells shot out from the raft with fire and roared into the Mongolian army, exploding with a "boom". In the black smoke, several arms and thighs fell down.

"I hit it," the people on the raft cheered loudly. Gao Laosan spitted and whispered, "What have I hit it? I'm going to shoot a cannon, not a person, come again."

The raft became steady, and another shell flew out. This time it was approaching, and a pool of mud was blown up on the riverside.

The Mongolians mobilized several cannons and rushed towards the raft. Gao Laosan's raft was rushing between the waves. A shell smashed a corner of the raft. Several soldiers fell into the river and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The remaining people tied the raft with rattans while trying their best to change the direction of the raft and avoid the shells.

"Bang", another shell flew out and hit the Mongolian cannon position impartially. A cannon was overturned to the ground, and a violent explosion sounded from there, and the nearby fire was ignited.

Several other special large rafts also slowly landed at the center of the river and fired shells, some fell into the Mongolian army, and some fell on the mud on the riverside, with thick smoke rolling.

The range of the baby cannon is limited and the raft is difficult to stabilize, so the interference effect of the cannon is greater than that of the actual combat. The new Mongolian cannon is farther than that of the baby cannon, but the power of the shell is smaller. The Ming army's shells are powerful, but the range of the baby cannon is short, so the two sides are equally matched.

The Ming soldiers obviously learned the lessons from the last time and did not charge intensively. The distance between the rafts was very large and the routes were constantly changed, making it difficult for Mongolian gunners to aim. These rafts obviously had the idea of ​​going ashore separately and did not rush to the same place at all.

"I used the cannon last time, and I've been shooting for almost an hour, but I still have nothing to gain," Dalima thought in annoyance.

"But last time I used the cannon, the old fox Fu Youde would not be pressed on the whole line." He thought and comforted himself. Last time, Dalima thought he would wipe out Fu Youde's team at the bank of the river, so he showed weakness and let the other party cross the river, but unfortunately he failed in the end.

"Bang"! A shell landed accurately on the Mongolian cannon position and sent the gunner to the sky.

Where was the cannon so accurate? Darima looked to the side in surprise.

Qianli's eyes surprised him, and his huge body shook twice. On the shore behind him, countless Ming soldiers in white clothes emerged from the ground. A big flag fluttered in the wind, with a sun, a moon, and a big Chinese character "Ming".

"Only kill but not capture", Mu Ying rushed to the front with a urging war horse.

Wang Feiyu, the hero who led a large group of people to steal Baishijiang from a secluded place downstream, leaned weakly on the horse's back. He seemed to have said something, but unfortunately no one heard it.

"Revenge, only kill but not capture", the tsunami-like cry sounded, soaring into the sky.

Note from the drunkard: My mother is sick and the drunkard is unintentional to write. I apologize to the readers of VIP.

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