The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven Chapter 90

There is nothing wrong with Fan Zhu choosing to retreat in the face of the wildfire, but the retreat soon turned into a retreat.

After all, in that era, there were no walkie-talkies, telephones and other tools that could efficiently command the army. A team of 20,000 people faced the raging fire.

From the moment the retreat order was issued, this team was no longer an army, they were a group of beasts eager to escape.

Crowds of people scrambled and pushed on the mountain path, and the mountain fire behind was burning more and more vigorously. No one wanted to be swallowed by the mountain fire.

So someone chose to go straight into the woods and escape from a place where there were few people.

Once one person does it, others follow suit.

Soon these Vietnamese soldiers disappeared without a trace in the woods like a dragon returning to the sea or a monkey returning to the mountain.

The wildfire did not last long, but a downpour fell just two hours later.

Looking at the gradually extinguishing fire, Fan Zhu asked his men to regroup, but there were corpses everywhere in the mountains and forests. Those who were trampled to death were the only ones who were not burned to death.

The generals of the Vietnamese army tried to gather the team, but they only gathered 6,000 people in one afternoon, which was less than one-third of the departure time.

Fan Zhu picked up a stone and threw it viciously at a lieutenant next to him, but when he heard a bang, the lieutenant's head exploded.

How could the scouts of the Skitarii let go of this opportunity?

As soon as the fire was extinguished, cathar scouts came out to look for valuable targets.

Rifle guns were used to shoot at a distance of three hundred paces. Anyway, the matchlock guns at this distance would not be able to hit the opponent at all. Besides, it had just rained heavily, and it was still a question of whether those matchlock guns could be used.

As long as you shoot and run, it is impossible for the opponent to catch up.

The scouts of the Skitarii all had this mentality and decided to try their luck.

Fan Zhu, who was wearing a second-rank crimson general robe, naturally became the main target of the scouts.

Among these scouts, apart from the Chenla people selected from the cathars, there were also many Austrian hunters.

It is instinct for hunters to hunt high-value targets. Coupled with the military system and officer ranks that have been taught to popularize Vietnam all day long, Fan Zhu, a second-rank general, has become the hunting target of many sentries.

The first reaction of the Vietnamese military officer who was attacked was not to command a counterattack, but to pull a person with a lower official position to stand in front of him.

Ordinary soldiers try to find a reasonable reason to flee the battlefield, for example.

"There are monsters!"

"The mountain **** is angry!"

"Buddha has appeared!"

"The general is condemned by heaven!"

"Go home and collect your clothes in the afternoon!"

The remnant soldiers that Fan Zhu managed to gather with great difficulty dispersed in a rush, while the surrounding generals each held a personal soldier or a low-level officer in their hands, and were slowly retreating.

Soon gunshots came from the burned woodland again, and several Vietnamese soldiers burst into blood.

After all, Fan Zhu was a second-rank general in Vietnam, so he stopped the soldiers immediately.

"Come back, it's not some monster, it's those Chenla people who are hitting us with guns, quick! Shoot back with your guns."

At this time, Fan Zhu's personal soldiers drove back those soldiers who were too late to escape with knives, and gave them matchlock guns to shoot at Pound Xun's sentry.

Why didn't this group of Fan Zhu's personal soldiers shoot at themselves with matchlock guns and scouts of the cataracts?

The answer is that during this period, Vietnam's matchlock guns were mainly bought from the Qing Dynasty.

The military industry of the Qing Dynasty, you know, the workmanship is very rough, the performance is not stable, and it will often go off fire.

Even in order to weaken the strength of Vietnam, the Qing Dynasty deliberately tampered with the firearms sold to Vietnam, so Fan Zhu's soldiers used knives to force those temporarily captured young men to use matchlock guns to shoot at the guard sentries.

Of course, the scouts quickly retreated and reloaded to prepare for the next round of shooting, but two-thirds of the matchlock guns of the Vietnamese army could not be fired.

With a distance of three hundred steps, even if it is launched, the hit rate can be imagined.

After a round of shooting, none of the sentries were hit. The reloading of the old-fashioned matchlock gun was not only troublesome, but also slow.

The Vietnamese gunners hadn't finished reloading yet, and the second round of shots from the cathar sentry came over.

After three rounds, the bird gunners have already lost a lot.

A personal soldier suggested to let the sword players charge once, but he couldn't find the general anyway.

The cathar scouts saw the big fish slipping away quietly, and the Vietnamese army was increasing, so they drew their guns and retreated to the camp.

Seeing that those guys in Western-style military uniforms had left, the Vietnamese officers and soldiers cheered as if they had won a big battle.

At this time, General Fan Zhu, who had been missing before, suddenly appeared and began to slap each officer's mouth one by one.

"A group of idiots, even a few petty thieves can't deal with it! When you return to the country, you will all be punished by the Nine Clans!"

"General, calm down, those monsters are too cunning, and at the same time, they are on this mountain, harming our Vietnamese army, and it is not a crime of war." A lieutenant general said.

"Who proposed to take the road of Xiangshan? I cut off his head," Fan Zhu roared angrily.

Someone whispered, "It's Lieutenant General Hu..."

"Bring him here, right here, and I'll cut off his head!"

The man pointed to a corpse on the ground, "Deputy General Hu is there, his head has been smashed..."

Fan Zhu looked at Lieutenant General Hu's body and spat.

"It's cheap for you!"

Fan Zhu got up and walked down the mountain, then said to the lieutenant next to him. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"Send me an order to set up camp at the foot of the mountain, gather troops tomorrow and prepare to attack the city."

At this time, there were still 3,000 people around Fan Zhu, and the fleeing Vietnamese officers and soldiers rushed back one after another when the fire was extinguished. After all, if the main general died, their family would have to finish the game.

At night, there were more and more Vietnamese troops with torches to find the camp. Of course, no one would admit that they had escaped. They only said that they did not hear the gunshots behind them, so they only cared about carrying out the general's order, so they stayed away from the battlefield.

In the middle of the night, most of the Vietnamese troops had already fallen asleep, only a few sentinels were breathing against the big tree.

Suddenly, a fire broke out in the woods again...

In the dark night, the flames were everywhere, and the soldiers of the Vietnamese army were awakened by their companions from their sleep. Some people didn't even care to put on their clothes, so they followed the large troops to the place where there was no fire.

"Damn the Austrians, they are so cunning, I swear to destroy their country!"

In the early morning, looking at the ruined camp, Fan Zhu let out an angry roar.

After some counting, the number of soldiers around me was not only not missing, but increased to 5,000, but compared with the 30,000 at the beginning of the expedition, it was really not worth mentioning.

At this time, Fan Zhu had no way out, if he could not return victoriously, then what awaited him would be to raid his family and exterminate his family.

Now Fan Zhu not only wants to win, but also wants to win big! As for the lost soldiers, as long as they broke through Poundsun and brought back more strong men, he didn't care about such trivial matters.

It's just that two fires caused heavy losses to his luggage, leaving only 800 bird guns.

With 5,000 people at this time, it may be difficult to break through Kampson, but there are as many soldiers as you want in Chenla, so he decided to go to Kampot first to replenish his troops.

Chapter end