Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

Chapter 615: Tartar Dogs, Times Have Changed, You Know?

On the battlefield, shouts of killing shook the sky, and from time to time there were series of sounds of muskets.

The Hu Ben Army's musket phalanx had just begun to be formed, with approximately 800 musketeers equipped for every 10,000 troops.

Unlike Zhang Shikang's previous move of forming a phalanx of muskets and waiting for the enemy to rush up, the Huben Army had too few musketeers and they could only serve as a cover on the battlefield.

There are three or four such small square formations on the periphery of the entire battlefield. They are as well-organized as the Guards, and they will signal to the friendly forces on the battlefield with special whistles before firing a volley.

Moreover, these phalanxes are not motionless. When the situation on the battlefield changes, the phalanxes will advance or retreat in real time.

Or when it is discovered that nearby friendly forces are unable to hold on, the phalanx will provide fire support to reduce the pressure on the battlefield.

On a high slope, Lu Xiangsheng looked at the battlefield calmly from afar. From time to time, messengers carrying flags came to report the situation and pass on new orders.

"Grand Commander, the enemy forces that broke out from the south have been repelled by Sun Chuanting's troops. Another enemy force is coming out from the east. General You said that there may be members of the Jianlu royal family among them.

This group of enemy troops is very brave, General You requests support."

After hearing the report from the messenger, Lu Xiangsheng frowned slightly.

He knew You Shiwei's bravery, which was well-known throughout the entire Huben Army. Even You Shiwei was not sure he could stop them, which showed the bravery of this Jianlu army.

But that’s all. Up to now, the outcome of this battle is almost certain.

The main forces of four or five military towns are here. It may be difficult to wipe them out completely, but Lu Xiangsheng is still confident that he can make this Tatar force of more than two or three people lose their combat effectiveness.

"Send a message to Wang Shiqin, and have him lead 3,000 reserve troops to provide support."

On the battlefield in the east, Oboi was covered in blood and looked ferocious, and the Tiger Guard soldiers who came into contact with him were almost no match for him.

His helmet had fallen somewhere and there were a lot of broken flesh on his armor.

But there were too many people around, and the blade of Aobai's sword was bent, so he picked up another one from the ground.

He gasped and watched for a while, and realized that if he didn't kill the enemy leader, there would be no way to survive.

Aobai finally spotted You Shiwei, pointed his sword at him, and said in stiff Ming dialect:

"Rat, do you dare to fight me?"

Of course, You Shiwei heard Oboi's invitation to fight, but he was not in a hurry to accept the fight. In fact, he had already discovered Oboi's intention.

Under normal circumstances, he might have rushed forward all at once, but Zhang Shikang had been constantly instilling military common sense of later generations into his general-level subordinates over the past two years. You Shiwei still remembered one of the principles: as a general, one must not take risks unless absolutely necessary.

Unless you are absolutely sure.

Now they have sufficient troops, and as long as they keep consuming the enemy, this group of Jianlu will definitely collapse.

When Oboi saw that You Shiwei ignored him, he became even angrier and cursed You Shiwei with all the vicious words he could think of.

Two quarters of an hour later, Aobai felt his arm muscles aching and he could no longer muster any strength. The number of his subordinates around him was dwindling. He was about to retreat and make plans, but he heard You Shiwei's voice coming from the front:

"Does that curly-haired Tartar dare to come and die?"

Aobai was furious when he heard this, and replied without thinking:

"Why don't you dare?"

In anger, Oboi rushed towards You Shiwei. This time, You Shiwei did not dodge. Instead, he turned his head and winked at the dozen or so subordinates behind him, and then rushed forward with his personal guards.

Soon, Oboi and You Shiwei came into battle. They fought each other with swords for several rounds. You Shiwei was secretly surprised at the brute force of the Tartar.

It's been more than an hour, and this guy is still so strong.

You Shiwei couldn't help but feel a little scared, thinking that if he had rushed up at the beginning, he would probably have seen that he was too weak by now.

Thinking of this, You Shiwei began to fight and retreat at the same time.

Oboi knew that this man was no match for him. If he killed him, the morale of the surrounding enemies would surely plummet, which would create a gap for the prince behind him.

Therefore, the more You Shiwei fought and retreated, the more closely Oboi pursued him.

In order to prevent Oboi from paying attention to his surroundings, You Shiwei almost risked his life. The blade of his sword broke in many places after just a dozen rounds, and his right leg was also scratched.

But the fighting weapon in his hand was still swung very quickly. While slowly retreating, You Shiwei turned his head and glanced back.

Then he rolled back violently, quickly lying on the ground and shouting:

"Now! Fire!"

Oboi frowned, not knowing what his defeated general was going to do. He suddenly looked into the distance and was stunned for a moment.

Bang - bang bang bang -

Twenty or thirty steps away, a dozen musketeers pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At the same time, the archers gathered around the musketeers also shot arrows at Oboi.

A distance of twenty or thirty steps is just within the optimal shooting range for both musketeers and crossbowmen.

Although Oboi was wearing armor, his helmet had been lost in a previous battle. It was precisely because of this opportunity that You Shiwei finally decided to take a risk.

Oboi was shot twice in the head and hit by an arrow in the left cheek and right neck.

There was almost no good flesh on his face. He covered his neck with his left hand, trying to stop the blood from gushing out, but it was of no use.

The strength was rapidly draining from his body, and he soon became unstable.

Oboi knelt down on one knee with great effort, his eyes full of unwillingness, but this time his anger did not turn into strength. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

You Shiwei stood up, limped to pick up his sword, and then spat a mouthful of blood at the place where Aobai fell.

"You Tartar dog, times have changed, you know?"

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