The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 258: Twenty-one Rules for Saving Life on the Battlefield

In early July, the dog days of summer arrived. Golden fireballs scorched the earth, terrifying heat waves spread, and the cicadas chirped one after another, making people very annoyed.

"Didn't you eat? Fan me hard! Don't stop."

"A bunch of bastards."

Under the awning, the children of wealthy families ate watermelons and drank cold drinks. Basins of ice cubes gave off cool air, and the air was filled with mist.

The soldiers below the stage faced the scorching sun, with beads of sweat the size of beans flowing uncontrollably. Drop by drop, they wet their collars and watered the tough weeds on the ground.

"boom!"

From time to time, someone fainted on the ground, and then the servants dragged them out and threw them aside like garbage, leaving their life or death to fate.

The shouts during the drills were dull and lifeless, like eggplants hit by frost. Everyone was mechanically going through the same movements with lifeless and dull eyes.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the earth-shaking sound of artillery fire resounded through the sky, followed by the roar of war horses, and countless navy blue and bright silver dragons swept in from all directions.

"kill!!"

Deafening shouts of killing filled the sky and earth. The soldiers of the Canglong Camp and the Baihu Camp led the regular army in units of tens of thousands and encircled the enemy along the designated route.

The sharp blade shining coldly, the armor emitting a faint halo, the eyes full of murderous intent, are like a tiger coming down the mountain, invincible with the force of rolling up a pearl curtain.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, everyone put on armor immediately."

"Quickly close the gate and set up the barricades."

On the tall arrow tower, the elite soldiers who were always patrolling in all directions struck the gong and shouted over and over again, waking up the sleepy camp and causing chaos.

"The heavenly soldiers and generals from Qingdi City are coming. How can ordinary mortals like us be their opponents?"

"Yes, yes, the impregnable Liangjie Pass couldn't resist the troops of Qingdi City and was breached within a day, let alone us?"

"What's there to be afraid of, you bunch of rubbish? We have tens of millions of people. We can easily capture the Qingdi City with just a whip!"

Many soldiers were in a panic and made mistakes when putting on their armor. They cursed and a hint of fear flashed in their ink-black eyes.

There were over ten thousand people of all kinds, not to mention the hundreds and thousands of armed landlords. Some of them remained calm in the face of danger, while others were at a loss, like idiots from wealthy families. There were even camp cries.

"Zhao Si, help me put on my armor quickly."

In Camp No. 36, Liu Neng, who was running around like a headless fly, ran into the tent in two or three steps and spoke hurriedly.

In war, armor is a talisman and a life-saving equipment that can protect against stray arrows and allow them to survive as long as possible. The rest is left to fate.

"Good good."

After hurriedly putting on his armor, Zhao Si poked his head out, looked around, and asked quietly, "Are the twenty-one rules they mentioned to save your life on the battlefield reliable?"

In order to reduce resistance as much as possible, the non-staff members of the Tianjiansi not only used psychological tactics, but also promoted various ways to save lives on the battlefield, which won them the hearts of the people.

As fellow Han Chinese, they did not want to fight for the Qing Dynasty in this war. They just wanted to survive and go home.

“It must be reliable.”

Liu Neng bit his lip and whispered, "Don't rush around later. If they come, drop your weapons and surrender. It's not shameful."

The Twenty-One Tips for Saving Your Life on the Battlefield are real, practical stuff, including studying how to find advantageous positions, avoid the frontal battlefield, how to play dead, and so on.

They prepared for this day for half a month.

"Quick, quick, smear the pig blood on your face." After a cup of tea, Zhao Si, Liu Neng and others came to the back of a steep slope. Except for one person left to keep watch, the rest of them fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, lying in all directions, looking quite convincing.

"Ah! I'm dead!"

Before the formal battle even started, countless soldiers fell to the ground one after another, leaving the others stunned. They then followed their example and also fell to the side.

As for the children of noble families, they were killed one after another by the assassination of mysterious forces. The whole camp was shrouded in red terror, and no one who survived trusted anyone else!

"Soldiers, kill the enemy and serve the country today."

"Kill one enemy and you'll get ten taels of silver. Kill five enemies and you'll get a promotion. Hold on."

On the other side of the battlefield, a large flag with the word "Yao" on it fluttered in the wind. Under the organization of Yao Daoyi, 40,000 soldiers barely formed a loose formation.

The two-meter-long spears were densely packed, with one end sticking on the hard ground and the other end facing the oncoming soldiers from Qingdi City. The spears were like a forest, which was daunting.

"Combined attack technique, light blade."

Bai Dazhuang, the captain of the Canglong Camp who was leading the way, drew out the sword on his horse and shouted loudly.

The ten thousand soldiers who followed closely behind him drew out their well-maintained weapons at the same time and charged forward, charging straight at Yao Daoyi's temporarily integrated troops.

"boom!"

The boundless energy of qi and blood was gathered on Bai Dazhuang's sword through the art of military formation. Under the azure sky, a shadow of a sword thousands of feet long slashed straight over, as if splitting Mount Hua.

"Tear!"

The blood-red sword slashed through the heavy armor, splitting it in two. The spearmen guarding the front suffered heavy losses and fell down in groups like wheat being cut.

From afar, thousands of soldiers lost their breath of life. This was the ultimate move, the ultimate move in the art of military formation. It gathered the strength of everyone, and one strike was comparable to that of a god on earth.

"Da da!"

The 10,000 armored cavalrymen crossed numerous obstacles and charged directly into the remaining 30,000 soldiers and horses, causing men and horses to fall to the ground and corpses to be scattered all over the ground.

For a moment, the armed forces that were barely integrated collapsed instantly, as fast as an avalanche. Yao Daoyi also died under the horse's hooves, and the Yao flag was left bare.

The majestic and mighty Saker Falcon hovered over the battlefield, guiding the soldiers in the direction of advance, clearing out the enemy's resistance one by one.

Without the leader, the remaining soldiers are like lambs to be slaughtered. They are the middle force that can be won over and can be killed or not!

"Surrender, we surrender."

"We are not the same as them, please spare our lives, sir."

Iron hooves clanged, and along the way, countless landlord armed forces surrendered one after another. The soldiers threw away their weapons and helmets, and held their heads in their hands, very docile.

Under the dazzling sunlight, countless flags fell on the messy land, no one cared about them, and they were trampled into mud by others.

"Don't offer meaningless resistance. It's not worth it to work for the gentry."

With the help of twenty-one articles to save their lives on the battlefield, the three million auxiliary troops following closely behind guarded tens of millions of prisoners. As for the imperial guards, they were still attacking, advancing, and advancing.

They go wherever there is resistance, with an unstoppable force that makes people tremble with fear!

"Youyou Cang Tian, ​​why do you treat me less favorably?"

After three days and three nights, the camp stretching for thousands of miles was breached by Qingdi City. The Fourth Prince and other high-ranking nobles and generals died in the chaos, and the river was blocked and turned bright red.

(End of this chapter)