Chapter 131: Refuse the Thief Sheepskin Beach

As the enemy troops came towards him, Li Ping became nervous again.

At this time, there were almost a thousand people crowding on the river in Sheepskin Beach, and a steady stream of enemy soldiers were stepping into the river.

At the front were more than a hundred cavalry, followed by dozens of rafts and bamboo rafts packed with people, and many cavalry also mixed in, and at the end were a large number of wading infantry.

Among the peasant army infantry wading in the water was a young junior named Luo Xiaoliu. He was thin and slightly tall, with a green turban wrapped around his head. He held a spear tightly in his hand and charged at the infantry.

Position at the front of the queue.

If you look carefully, you can see that the spear in Luo Xiaoliu's hand is very attractive and easy to handle. The spear shaft is straight and tough, with a red tassel on it.

Although the red tassel has faded a bit, it is still obviously much stronger than those crudely made spears.

Luo Xiaoliu got this spear from an officer in a battle more than a month ago. He liked it very much.

Luo Xiaoliu basically didn't see the friendly attack in front just now. There were too many people and he couldn't stand in front, so of course he couldn't see anything.

He only heard bursts of gunfire and cannon fire.

Luo Xiaoliu didn't feel much about the movement of the firearm. Although he had only joined the group for more than half a year, he had seen battles that were much louder than this movement several times, and that was all.

He knew in his heart that this firearm sounded scary, but in fact it was not that scary. Anyway, it was not as scary as bows and arrows and cavalry, and it was far from it.

The initial attack was weak, and Luo Xiaoliu thought it was normal.

It is rare for a battle to be victorious in just one round, not to mention that the knights who were sending messages back and forth in front of the formation just now understood clearly that they suffered a setback because the number of men sent just now was too few and the enemy was underestimated.

There are not many officers and soldiers on the opposite side. This time as long as more of you come together and don't be timid, we will definitely be able to do it.

However, Luo Xiaoliu did not completely believe what those knights said.

If it were really that simple, would there be any need to promise to rush over and be promoted to three levels and transferred to the old camp? Although this is the usual motivation method of the rebels, such high promises are rare. This makes people desperate.

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Luo Xiaoliu understood, but he also became excited like his companions around him.

Do those so-called companions also understand the weirdness of today's high reward amount? Luo Xiaoliu is not interested. He really cares about being promoted to three levels in a row and being transferred to the old camp.

Whether it was life or death, Luo Xiaoliu was forced to look away even if he didn't think about it. He might not be able to survive for long, so he might as well fight for his life.

Wealth is found in danger. If you want to eat well and wear well, you have to take risks. Pies in the sky will not fall into the sky.

If you can survive and enter the old camp, not only will you not have to worry about food and drink, but your chances of survival will also be greater.

It's better than now, when I can only eat half a meal every day, have to do all kinds of work, be a pioneer whenever there is a war, and don't even have cotton-padded clothes to wear.

As for the contradiction between being promoted to the third level and being transferred to the old camp, he didn't bother to think about it. He couldn't lie to people. The rebels valued their promises the most, otherwise no one would follow them in rebellion.

But Luo Xiaoliu's luck seemed to be bad. Their battalion received the order relatively late, so they couldn't catch the rafts and bamboo rafts, so they had to wade in the water by themselves.

At first, the water was shallow, and everyone could jog or walk quickly in the water, but gradually, Luo Xiaoliu and his companions around him could only stagger slowly in the water step by step.

This water is damn cold! And once the water covers my legs, I really can’t run.

Luo Xiaoliu hadn't felt the urge just now, but now he was trembling all over, especially when his thighs that had not yet been soaked in water were stuck to the wet pants, and felt sore when the wind blew.

But Luo Xiaoliu still gritted his teeth and persisted, holding the spear tighter.

If you don't fight, there will never be anything.

As time passed, Luo Xiaoliu felt that his legs were no longer his own. It was really too cold.

He could only keep shouting "ah" and "kill" loudly to increase his determination and will.

Soon he discovered that the cavalry and various rafts in front seemed to slow down significantly. They seemed to be gathering more closely. Some people kept shouting: "Charge together", "Charge together", "Don't rush yet"...

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At this time, a neighing horse in front caught Luo Xiaoliu's attention.

Through the gaps between people, Luo Xiaoliu observed that the horse was leaping left and right, as if it was trying to get away from something, which caused serious confusion among the surrounding horses and rafts, and then more horses began to leap.

A cavalryman was thrown off immediately.

"No, I can't stand it anymore, I really can't stand it anymore..." Someone behind Luo Xiaoliu suddenly started shouting.

Luo Xiaoliu turned his head and saw a thin little man stopped moving forward and started to retreat. The water was almost on his chest.

That little man was dead. Luo Xiaoliu knew exactly what would happen to that little man.

On the battlefield, if you don't advance, you will die.

Luo Xiaoliu didn't try to persuade him, and he wasn't even very interested. He wasn't familiar with the guy. So, he quickly changed his mind. He wanted to know the current situation of the cavalry even more.

Because as long as they can charge forward, half of the battle is won.

But the situation of the cavalry seemed to be very bad. They had basically stopped moving forward and were retreating chaotically. Some horses were obviously out of control.

This should be when the cavalry began to enter waters with a depth of more than 1 meter.

Since Mongolian horses are generally short, with an average shoulder height of only about 1.3 meters, once the cold water reaches the horse's belly, even they, who are famous for their cold resistance, cannot stand it. After all, they are generally delicate animals.

From the initial restlessness of a few horses to the collective violent resistance of the entire herd, it was almost instantaneous and completely unstoppable.

The cavalry could only withdraw.

The chaos and withdrawal of the cavalry at the front caused complete chaos on the rafts and bamboo rafts, and the infantry behind them became even more chaotic.

At this time, a few curse words and a long scream came from behind.

Luo Xiaoliu didn't look back this time. He already knew what was going to happen next. He was not interested. He needed to care more about himself now.

Of course, a person's patience will not improve the longer he soaks in cold water. He is almost freezing to death. Who wants to think about offensive formations and the like?

Many of the infantrymen in the water cursed loudly and kept shouting at the front to hurry up and stop being so lazy.

Luo Xiaoliu's lips were already blue. He looked at the chaos in front of him and kept cursing in his heart: "Rush up, rush up, if you don't fucking rush, I won't be able to hold on anymore."

Amid a burst of chaos and random shouts, the peasant army's third wave of attacks finally entered the range of the official army's cannons very irregularly.

However, there are huge convexities and depressions everywhere on the more than 300-meter horizontal surface.

The whistle sounded, and then: salvo - scattering - shelling - scattering...

This round of blocking by the officers and soldiers is not fundamentally different from the previous one. The only difference is that the firepower is smoother than before.

The entire distance of 30 to 100 meters in front of the official army formation completely became a death harvest zone for the peasant army, and the river water was soon dyed red.

Each of the cannon soldiers had fired seven rounds of lead pellets, but they still could not stop the peasant army from advancing. All the rafts and bamboo rafts had been beaten so that no one could stand, but the enemy infantry continued to advance.

Fight to death.

Some of the enemy's infantry even fell into the water on their own, and then flopped about in the water as if they were frightened. They didn't even need to be attacked by the officers and soldiers, and soon they could no longer move.

The water in the river was too cold, so we probably didn't need to fight. Many of the weak infantrymen who came wading through the water would no longer be able to walk over.

As soon as the enemy's cavalry began to retreat, Li Ping ordered the officers and soldiers of the reconnaissance company who had never seen blood but were good at using bows and arrows (veterans were kept on alert and in reserve) to dismount and go to the shore to prepare for shooting together with bows and arrows.

This is not because Li Ping is worried that the enemy will rush over, but because Li Ping believes that the enemy is no longer a big threat.

But such a good opportunity to shoot a live target is too rare, especially for those who have never fought in a war, this is a good opportunity to see blood.

And the reconnaissance company very much needs experience.

He only fired three arrows quickly, and after seeing two people knocked down, Ma Yong stopped shooting. He began to walk along the shore and shouted loudly to guide the young shooters in the reconnaissance company, completely unafraid of possible dangers.

Upon seeing this, the officers of the Bird Gun Unit also walked out of the low wooden wall and tried to better perform their duties as officers.

The whistle is not the only means of command for the musket unit. The command knife plays an equally important role, especially when the sound is noisy and difficult to distinguish.

Luo Xiaoliu intuitively felt that the officers and soldiers in front of him were a little unusual. They were very different from the officers and soldiers he had seen before.

Not only did the officers and soldiers on the opposite side rarely use trumpets to direct the cannon soldiers, but instead used a strange and unheard of musical instrument, the real difference was that they were too calm.

Standing in the water, Luo Xiaoliu could clearly see the people on the raft in front of him falling down one by one. The water was like a boiling pot, with screams and cries everywhere. The officers and soldiers seemed to be completely confident in letting go.

If you get close, I'll hit you. If you get close, I'll give you a shot.

Bracing his scalp, Luo Xiaoliu finally entered the shooting range of the cannon.

When there was no obstruction in front, Luo Xiaoliu could see clearly.

There really weren't many cannons on the opposite side, and the distance wasn't very far, but they were advancing so slowly that the officers and soldiers could calmly fire several rounds before they got close.

And at such a close distance, it would be difficult for you not to die.

This damn thing is really going to die, there are too many people and the ball is useless, and then retreating is basically impossible.

All I can do is give it a try and see if there are any miracles.

Now, Luo Xiaoliu is surrounded by blood mist and red river water, and the people around him often disappear in an instant. After walking through such a long cold river, people will be numb early, and death seems to be just that.

I don't want to call anymore.

Damn, the people on the raft could still shout twice before they died!

It was strange that Luo Xiaoliu had walked for some distance under the fire of the army, and there was no one in front of him.

Through the gaps in the floating smoke, he could even distinguish the eyes of the officers and soldiers on the opposite side, but miraculously he remained unscathed.

Luo Xiaoliu could still clearly see the splashes left by several lead bullets in the water around him, and a bow and arrow almost passed by his ear, leaving a "swish" sound.
To be continued...