"The bandit's camp? Take me to see it."
Oboi followed Tan Ma to the high slope and saw a large camp built in the middle of the road.
There are hills on both sides of the camp, blocking the only way to pass. If you want to pass by, you must attack the camp.
In the center of the camp, there is a huge bright sun and moon flag flying.
"They are really bandits under the false banner of Ming Dynasty. They are so brave. They dare to block my way and let the Eight Banners Army prepare to destroy the camp!"
Obai's face was full of disdain.
In his eyes, no solid city wall could stop the Eight Banners, let alone an ordinary camp.
"Yes!"
The order was passed on, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners began to form an army, preparing to attack the camp.
At this time, inside the camp, Han Yu stood on a high platform, looking at the Eight Banners soldiers in the distance.
"Send the order to annihilate all the Eight Banners soldiers in front of us. We don't want any prisoners, but we want to build a big Beijing temple to comfort the souls who died under the butcher's knife."
"Yes!"
The order was passed on.
In recent years, the Manchu Qing Dynasty has caused many disasters to local areas. The local people have long been dissatisfied, but they have never had the opportunity to resist.
Now that there is an opportunity, everyone is eager to kill two more Manchu and Qing Tatars.
"Eight Banners Cavalry, charge!"
Oboi waved his hand.
The men began to charge.
In order to grab credit, he even placed his direct descendant Zheng Hongqi in the first row.
Those riders also drew their sabers and roared forward, feeling as if they could recreate the glory of their ancestors.
They will use the butcher knives in their hands to chop off the heads of the thieves on the opposite side, just like their fathers did more than ten years ago.
"Keep it close before hitting, don't let anyone escape."
Han Yu looked coldly at the Eight Banners soldiers who were approaching.
Eight hundred meters, six hundred meters, four hundred meters, two hundred meters...
Han Yu waited until the Eight Banners soldiers were less than thirty meters away from the camp before he lowered his command flag.
Bang bang bang.
The gunfire sounded like popping beans.
Lead bullets penetrated the opponent's armor and shot into the bodies of those people.
Due to its soft nature, the tumbling lead bullet deformed and rolled inside the body, smashing the enemy's internal organs to pieces, and the victim died on the spot.
Even if you are lucky enough not to hit the vital point, you will still have to face lead poisoning later.
Most of them will die due to ulceration of the wound, and even those who are lucky enough to escape with their lives will inevitably suffer the fate of amputation.
It’s not even comfortable to be beaten to death on the spot.
With the sound of gunfire, the Eight Banners soldiers fell to the ground in rows, and their horses whined on the battlefield.
The originally neat charge formation was in chaos.
"What's going on?"
Seeing the rows of Eight Banners soldiers being killed, Obai stood on the hill and was stunned.
He never expected that it would be such a result.
This is different from what he imagined.
Shouldn't the Eight Banners soldiers directly break through the enemy's camp and massacre as much as they want?
How come the Eight Banners soldiers were massacred?
Obai frowned.
Those who fell were all the elites of his direct lineage, and not a single one was lost. All of them weakened his strength.
"Withdraw the Eight Banners of the Manchu and Mongolian troops, and let the Eight Banners of the Han army advance first to test the quality of those bandits."
Ao Bai gave the order.
He wants to withdraw his direct lineage.
But it's too late now.
Han Yu took the risk to put the enemy so close just to wipe out the invading enemy. How could he let the enemy leave?
The perpetual calendar rifle, flying thunder cannon, and palm mines fire together.
Rows of Eight Banners soldiers were turned upside down after being bombed.
Facts have proved that in front of artillery, there is no difference between the Eight Banners soldiers and those Green Camp soldiers. They both ended up being shattered to pieces.
In the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was covered by flying thunder cannons.
After two rounds of coverage, there was no more Eight Banners soldier on the battlefield who could stand up.
Not to mention people, not even horses.
The entire battlefield was completely silent.
A bone-chilling coldness rose from the hearts of the remaining Eight Banners soldiers.
What they saw before them was different from what they expected.
Shouldn't they be the ones wielding butcher knives to kill the frightened enemies?
How did it become like this?
They are just a group of drunkards who have been soaked to the bone by lustful dogs and horses.
Normally, everyone would make a loud noise, but when they arrived on the real battlefield, they saw a battlefield like Shura Field.
Many people are scared.
Some people even peed their pants.
Some timid ones even started to turn their horses around and try to escape.
Seeing the other party's appearance, Han Yu knew it was almost done.
"The army marches forward!"
With the waving of the command flag, the wall of the camp was pushed down and covered with the ditch.
Rows of grenadiers in blue uniforms held rifles with bayonets and strode towards the Eight Banners soldiers.
The shining bayonet gave off a little cold light under the cold light.
"Come on! Kill them all!"
Obai issued the order again.
Previously, the Ming army was hiding in the stockade and fortifications, and the Eight Banners Cavalry had no choice.
Now that you have all come out, can’t I, the Eight Banners, still kill you?
Ao Bai didn’t believe it.
Under the urging of the generals, the soldiers under their command drew their swords, slowly accelerated, and rushed towards the grenadiers.
I want to fight my way out.
However, after seeing those Eight Flags rushing towards them, the grenadier raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang!
With a burst of gunfire, a row of Eight Banners soldiers were shot to the ground.
The grenadiers unbolted their guns, cleaned the magazine, refilled a paper-cased bullet, pushed up the bolt, and continued shooting.
A normal soldier can shoot about 12 times per minute.
In the face of modern firearms, this rate of fire may be ridiculously slow.
However, in this era, all firearms and weapons can be suppressed.
Facing such firearms, the Eight Banners soldiers felt like they were in a nightmare.
They are obviously only a few hundred meters away from the thieves. They can get in front of them with a single charge, but they can never charge past them.
As long as you get closer, you will be shot into a sieve and turned into a corpse.
Some timid ones want to escape.
But you will still get hit by bullets.
The entire battlefield seems to be blocked.
There is no way to escape those enemy bullets.
"Run!"
Looking at the corpses on the ground, someone finally collapsed. Several Eight Banner disciples turned their horses and ran towards the back regardless of punishment.
It was like they had pushed a domino. Upon seeing this, the other scared Eight Banners soldiers followed their example and turned their horses' heads and ran towards the back.
As soon as they ran away, the other soldiers saw them and ran with them.
Many of them are not necessarily afraid, but they feel that since you have all run away, why should I stay there and fight for my life?
So, they also ran away.
The chain reaction spread like this.
As the number of people escaping increased, more and more people fled, eventually leading to the rout of the entire army, and the army retreated back like a tide.
"Come back, come back to me!"
Obai was furious.
He didn't expect that the Eight Banners cavalry, for which he had high hopes, would turn out to be like this, and would collapse upon contact with the bandits. Where was the bloody bravery of their ancestors?
How come it has disappeared to such an extent after entering the customs for more than ten years?
This chapter has been completed!