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Chapter 607 Military Power

The northwest corner of the Ming army camp.

A massacre against the Eight Banners Mongolia is taking place.

At the beginning, everything actually went smoothly.

Since the hoofs of the war horses were wrapped in cotton, the horses' mouths were equipped with bits, and even the cavalrymen on horseback had wooden sticks in their mouths, so no sound was made from the beginning to the end.

It seems that the Ming army did not deploy ambushes outside the camp.

The Mongolian cavalrymen of the Eight Banners were even dreaming about the Ming army being defeated by them.

In Chinese history, there are countless examples of a small number of cavalry launching night attacks and defeating tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, so the Eight Banners Mongolian cavalry felt that they could do the same.

However, such sweet dreams were soon replaced by nightmares.

When they were so close that they were still about thirty steps away from the Ming army, and could even clearly see the figures of the Ming army standing guard by the campfire, their nightmare began.

First, the horse in the front row fell down without warning.

There are countless horse traps that overwhelm the war horses.

Immediately afterwards, a huge fire broke out in front of him.

In the light of the fire, groups of Ming army infantrymen with guns and live ammunition stood up from their knees on the ground.

I saw that these Ming soldiers were holding self-generated fire guns in their hands, and then the muzzles of the Ming army's self-made fire guns spurted out clouds of red light. Along with the red light, there were dense gunshots like exploding beans.

The Mongolian Eight Banners who were advancing in the dark fell down one by one.

The cavalry in the rear row quickly accelerated, trying to quickly cross this fatal distance.

The Mongolian cavalry of the Eight Banners believed that as long as they rushed to the Ming infantry, the battle would be over.

It is very regrettable that the Ming army did not give them a chance at all. The sound of gunshots was immediately followed by the sound of the Crouching Tiger Cannon. The Crouching Tiger Cannon was more ferocious than the self-generated firecrackers, and the lead was thrown at them piece by piece.

The more than a thousand Eight Banner Mongolians who attacked suddenly fell on their backs.



Seeing this, Hong Chengchou couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

Damn cunning Chongzhen, this is indeed a trap.

Fortunately, he only sent one Eight-Banner Mongolian with Jia La. Even if all of them died in battle, the loss would not be huge.

However, the failure of this night attack also reminded Hong Chengchou not to think about night attacks easily in the future. Chongzhen knew the soldiers for sure, so there was no need to take chances on this point.

Any commander who knows his troops well will not leave any opportunity for the enemy to attack at night.

In addition, Hong Chengchou was also inspired by the Ming army and prepared to set a trap in turn.

At that moment, Hong Chengchou called Hong Da to him and ordered: "Ah Da, King Dingnan's reinforcements will arrive in an hour or two. You should go up to him now and tell him, extinguish the torches and come here quietly, and then quietly bring the troops here."

If the Ming army doesn't come to attack at night, that's all. If they dare to come, we'll catch them off guard."

"Hey!" Hong Da took the order and left.



Chongzhen, Xu Yingwei and others also witnessed the night attack just now.

Seeing the Jiannu cavalry falling to the ground row after row under the firepower of flintlock guns and squatting tiger cannons, the scholars such as Jiang Tianyi, Zheng Sen and Zhang Huangyan immediately cheered.

Xu Yingwei also smiled and said: "Hong Chengchou still has a sense of luck."

"As expected." Chongzhen said with a smile, "I won't give up until I reach the Yellow River, and I won't shed tears until I see the coffin. It's a pity that this time I only killed more than a thousand Jiannu cavalry."

Xu Yingwei said: "Your Majesty, why not launch a night attack now?"

Yan Yingyuan also said: "Yes, if we launch a night attack now, the defenders on the gun platform opposite can only practice their bravery. If we still wait until the time of dawn to launch a night attack according to the original plan, the Eight Banners Han Army and even the Eight Banners Manchuria may arrive. At that time, we can

It is difficult to seize the gun platform. Even if you can seize the gun platform, the price you need to pay will increase exponentially."

When Chongzhen heard that it made sense, he immediately nodded in agreement: "I'm sure."

Xu Yingwei immediately turned around and shouted: "Send the order, the Korean army is gathering and waiting."

"The first infantry town and the second infantry town cover the two flanks and block the enemy's flank attack."

"The remaining infantry and cavalry towns are on standby, ready to respond at any time."

"Each field artillery brigade and mountain artillery brigade will launch a salvo at the target gun platform according to the pre-calibrated elements!"

The staff officer of the Staff Section quickly conveyed the general's order, and soon piles of bonfires were lit in the Ming army's camp. These were wheat straw and the like collected during the day, and they were found locally in Jinghai.



After Hong Chengchou issued the military order, he was just about to leave the small soil bag when the Ming army's camp suddenly burst into flames, lighting up the dark night sky.

"This?" Hong Chengchou suddenly raised his head, "The Ming army also wants to attack at night?"

While talking, more bonfires were lit up one after another in the Ming army camp.

Immediately afterwards, Hong Chengchou and several servants behind him made a sound of inhaling at the same time.

In the light of the fire, the Ming army had already deployed rows of red cannons.

"God, there are so many cannons?" Ding Honger, the servant, shouted in horror, "It must be thousands of cannons at least!"

Before the words were spoken, the red cannons of the Ming army began to fire one after another, but only clusters of red light bloomed, and then streaks of light streaked across the night sky.

This is the trajectory left by the iron bullet in the air.

It wasn't until rows of streams of light flew over the Qing army's cannon position that a huge roar finally reached the ears of Hong Chengchou and more than a dozen servants. The eardrums almost burst.

Hong Chengchou subconsciously covered his ears.

"It's troublesome, the canal may not be able to be defended."

There was only one thought left in Hong Chengchou's mind.



"It's so beautiful!" Zhang Zongren couldn't help but exclaimed as he looked at the meteor shower that filled the night sky.

Zhang Zongren was originally just a poor man in Jinghai County. He was lucky enough to escape the great turmoil during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but in the end he was recruited to become a warrior in the Qing Dynasty.

Nothing else, the conditions are really too attractive.

There is no need to pay grain for every 20 acres of farmland.

With such generous conditions, no fool would refuse to apply.

So Zhang Zongren became a training warrior in the Qing Dynasty.

Hearing that the Ming Army was going to make the Northern Expedition and take away the job fields awarded to him by the Qing court, Zhang Zongren did not hesitate to pick up his homemade spear and dagger and go to the gun platform on the east bank of the canal.

The Lian Yong guarding the gun tower is almost the same as Zhang Zongren.

Most of them are locals from Jinghai County, and some have moved from Shanxi.

When had these peasants ever seen such a magnificent scene?

Seeing the overwhelming shower of meteors and fire falling from the sky, everyone was dumbfounded.

There were even many people who thought this was a blacksmith and clapped their hands and cheered heartlessly.

But this was not a blacksmith after all. In an instant, a shower of meteors and fire fell overwhelmingly within a radius of two thousand steps, covering at least a hundred gun towers.

One of the "meteors" fell in the gun platform where Zhang Zongren was.

Moreover, the impact point was less than three feet away from Zhang Zongren. Zhang Zongren felt a heat wave pass by, and then heard a boom, followed by a large amount of mud and sand flying violently.

Zhang Zongren's entire face was instantly covered.

Because I was unprepared, a lot of mud and sand entered my eyes, nose and mouth in an instant.

The mud and sand were still scalding hot. Zhang Zongren was immediately jumped around and screamed, "It's so hot! It's so hot! What the hell is this?"

At this time, a Qian CEO rushed out of the bunker.

Mr. Qian was sent from the Eight Banners Han Army and had seen the Ming army firing artillery.

"Minggou is firing, Minggou is firing!" Mr. Qian immediately shouted, "Hide, hide quickly, hide in the bunker quickly, or hide behind the protective wall on the side of the Ming army.

, hurry up!"

Hearing Mr. Qian's roar, Zhang Zongren and other martial artists woke up from a dream and hurriedly fled to hide.

Zhang Zongren also immediately hid behind the protective wall on the Ming army's side, right next to Mr. Qian.

At this time, Zhang Zongren was already trembling with fear and asked Mr. Qian: "Sir, the Ming army's artillery bombardment is so terrible."

"Terrible?" Mr. Qian said with a smile, "If you have been hit by a red cannon at close range, you won't feel how scary the long-distance bombardment is. This is just a lump of iron and nothing at all.

"

"Ah?" Zhang Zongren's face turned pale with fright.

"Boy, I'm teasing you." Mr. Qian patted Zhang Zongren again and said, "Although Ming Gou's red cannon's face is very powerful, it can only be used to defend the city. Now we are defending the city. Ming

Dogs attack, so don’t worry.”

Zhang Zongren breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sir, you are really amazing, you know everything."

"It's nothing." Mr. Qian said, "If you are not dead by the time this battle is over, you will be just a veteran, and you will only know a little bit of everything that you should know."



Li Yucheng was also encouraging the one hundred Korean troops under his command.

"His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty has said that when this battle is won, the soldiers with outstanding performance among us will have the opportunity to join the warriors of the Ming Dynasty and enter the Imperial College without examination."

"Do you know what this means?"

"It means we can also become such a national student!"

After Li Yucheng finished speaking, he pointed at Guo Zisheng, who was passing the news back and forth in the camp.

Hearing this, the eyes of all the Korean soldiers lined up became hot.

For them, having the opportunity to become Ming Dynasty people is already very good.

If there is still a chance to become a national student, it will be like a crow turning into a phoenix.

Don't miss such an opportunity to make a comeback, even if it's just a rare chance.

"Listen, this is our only chance to leave that sinful land, become people of the Ming Dynasty, or even become a scholar of the Ming Dynasty! Don't miss it! So when it's our turn to attack later, don't hesitate, don't be afraid,

Don’t back down even more, you must rush forward with all your strength to seize Jiannu’s blunderbuss!”

At this time, a junior college student rushed towards this side.

Immediately afterwards, another Guozisheng who was guarding in front of them issued an order.

"Forward!" Li Yucheng drew his short musket and fired it forward, and a hundred North Korean troops marched forward.

While marching, Li Yucheng discovered that dozens of North Korean military formations were marching forward in front, back, left and right.

Looking at the neatly arranged North Korean military formations in front, back, left and right, and then looking up at the streams of artillery shells passing in the night sky, Li Yucheng suddenly felt strong confidence in his heart.

With such military power, it would be difficult for the Ming Dynasty to lose.


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