Chapter 316 Meat Grinder on the Snowfield (Part 2)
After Ma Xianglin finished speaking, he released the reins in his right hand, stepped on the stirrups with his boots, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, shouted a few times, and jumped out.
About a dozen Shili servants on the left and right, as well as more than twenty white-gun veterans pretending to be members of the caravan, also roared angrily, following Ma Xianglin's mount, and went around the left flank of the Jin army near the Luan River bank.
Ma Biao, who was closest to the young master, erected a red triangular pennant. While galloping, he waved the flag and issued a simple and clear flag to tell his people in the mountains and forests how to divide labor and engage the enemy.
At the same time, the four-pounder gun continued to fire the last round of shotguns at the Tatar center and right flank.
"General Man, if you want to charge into the formation and kill the Tatars, go ahead and don't worry about us. General Ma has infantry who can get here and protect the camp!"
Zheng Haizhu waved to Man Gui amid the deafening sound of cannons.
Mangui had also seen that from the mountains and forests on the left, a huge ambush of troops was running out. They were obviously divided into two groups, one cavalry and one infantry.
The most conspicuous weapon in their hands is still the hook and sickle gun.
The cavalry separated about a hundred men and crossed the front of the formation filled with white smoke to support their commander Ma Xianglin. They attacked the left flank of the Jin army, while the remaining two hundred or so cavalry moved to the right flank.
The infantry quickly lined up dozens of steps in front of the artillery carriage, with their spear points raised, like a row of resisting horses.
Man Gui laughed loudly and said to his soldiers, who only had about twenty people, but they were strong and strong: "Boys, come with me to earn a few heads. Don't let these Sichuan barbarians compete with you.
Let’s disgrace Xuan Dajun!”
Zheng Haizhu had no time to see where Man Gui was rushing. He only urged his Chongming generals and artillerymen to push the artillery cart to the camp behind him as quickly as possible.
When the two sides are fighting together, these long-range strike firearms are no longer useful.
Soon, in the snowy field ahead, there was the clear sound of weapons clashing, accompanied by the earth-shattering roars of the fighting male animals.
Little Beiledger, commanded five Niulu, more than a thousand Jurchen warriors, half of them were wearing armor, and about three hundred were coated as coolies.
If in Liaodong, you want to sneak attack a Ming army guard station with a mediocre fighting force and only have a few hundred defenders, or rob a small Mongolian tribe on the grassland that does not have heavy infantry bows, the size of the Dege team will naturally be
Be sure to win.
But today, without any formal psychological preparation for combat, when Dege led his troops to approach the Mongolian camp in the lower reaches of the Luan River, they did not arrange their formation in advance at all.
The hellish start of the four-pounder gun made Dege, who had never personally experienced the Battle of Fushun, be instantly stunned.
The Dege people, as well as the Bajalas who were guarding them in front and behind, saw white smoke intertwined with firelight on the plain between the Luan River and the mountains and forests. In just a moment, the Jurchen warriors who had been galloping on their horses just a moment ago fell on their backs.
, even being blown into the air first, and then falling straight down.
Reflecting the morning glow in the east, Dege could clearly see that many of the human figures falling from the sky were not complete.
Degerei opened his mouth and stared blankly at the broken hands and half of the body, or the heads of horses and people.
When the sound of artillery ceased and dense soldiers surrounded them from both sides, like two torrents rushing into Houjin's team who had escaped the gunfire, Degelei finally woke up and realized that he had been ambushed, and
, the opponent was not the Mongols under Lin Dan Khan, but the Ming army.
"White-steel gun! White-steel gun!" Derge said loudly to the Baya La people in Manchu.
Huang Taiji had a direct fight with Ma Xianglin in the Battle of Fushun. If he hadn't cheated and escaped quickly, Sibeile, the most favored by the Khan, would have been turned into a memorial tablet. In order to save his face, Huang Taiji went to the council hall afterwards.
The combat power of the White Spear Lancers was greatly exaggerated in the novel, so that everyone from the banner leader Beile to Jia La E Zhen and Niu Lu E Zhen in Hou Jin Dynasty knew that the Ming army had such a powerful force.
"Master, the number of the Ming army should be about the same as ours." Jia Laerzhen, who was beside Degelei, said.
This Jia La Er Zhen was one round older than De Ge Lei and had extensive field experience. He was keenly aware that Xiao Bei Er glanced at the trumpeter holding the conch.
As soon as the troops on both sides collide, if you blow the trumpet and withdraw your troops, it will not be a retreat, but a rout. The morale of the Ming army will be doubled, and the opponent also has horses, so the pursuit ability is not a problem. Or not pursue it.
, and if the fire tubes are fired again, the armored Jurchens will still be cut by grass.
It would be better to just fight to the death with the Ming army!
Degerei turned his head and saw the fierce light in Jia La'e Zhen's eyes.
The veteran's fierceness ignited little Baylor's fighting spirit.
Dege quickly drew out his sword and shouted at the white-armored soldiers at the front, back and left: "Nikan doesn't dare to fire muskets anymore, they will hit their own people! Bajala warriors, bring Ali Achaoha with you,
Rush over, kill them, and steal their horses and money!"
After a series of strange screams, the white-armored soldiers rushed forward, killing several Bao Yi who had blood on their faces and ran back for their lives. This is the prerogative of the white-armored soldiers. Military discipline is enforced against those who are timid in battle, whether they are Bao Yi or Bao Yi.
Clothing, or ordinary Ali Achaoha cavalry or infantry.
…
With a ferocious look on his face, Mangui swiped left and right, slashing down several Ali Achaoha. He felt like he had taken a few sips of hot wine, and his whole body became completely excited.
He took a few quick breaths and became more confident about victory.
"This bastard Tatar army has no fucking Mongols. The Tatars' small bows and arrows are not good enough and they can't shoot our horses. Children, feel free to charge!"
Mangui howled with a voice as loud as a thunderclap.
Immediately, he deliberately left the ordinary gold soldiers to his subordinates, while he continued to advance forward, targeting the oncoming Bagara, who was wearing silver armor.
A knight in shining armor wielding a mace also saw him and rushed towards him with a strange scream.
"My dear son is so filial. I gave your father a head!"
The moment Mangui grinned and muttered to himself, he stood up on the horse and struck at Bagala's outstretched forearm with his sword.
Nabagara originally wanted to hit Mangui's horse's head with his mace, but when he saw Mangui's sword coming, he hurriedly turned his body ninety degrees to avoid the blade.
After the two horses crossed each other, they both turned their horses' heads and ran towards each other decisively again.
This time, when Bagala was approaching, he suddenly exerted force on his waist, grabbed the horse's rein with his left hand, leaned his body to the right, and swung the mace fiercely with his right hand to stab Mangui in the abdomen.
The Jurchen's mace can actually be regarded as a hook-and-scythe spear with a half-short shaft. After leaving Yehuling, Mangui practiced with Ma Xianglin several times along the way, and became familiar with the figure of the wielder of the spear.
Quite a few.
At this moment, he also accurately judged the intention of the Jurchens. When he drew the knife, he accurately avoided the iron teeth and blocked the end of the club head.
, the mace was knocked off his horse.
After all, Bagala is a title that can only be given to one of the best warriors in the Later Jin Army. This Bagala is also extremely fierce and calm.
Having lost his main weapon, he pulled out the spare Shun Dao from his waist without any panic and slashed Man Gui's way.
But what he didn't expect was that just when he breathed a sigh of relief, a black shadow flew towards him and hit half of his cheek.
The Jurchen white-armored soldiers were covered in chain mail from head to shoulders to protect themselves from stray arrows, but they could not withstand the iron bumps coming at them at such a close range.
With a "poof" sound, Bagala spat out a large mouthful of blood, shook his whole body, and held on to the reins only by instinct.
Without any hesitation, Man Gui rode his horse closer, slashed out with his knife, and cut open the chainmail at Bagala's neck. Then he pulled the knife back and directly cut his trachea.
Ba Yala covered his neck and fell off the horse.
Mangui said proudly: "I can also make the iron bone flower that you Tatars love to use."
On the battlefield, Man Gui had no time to dismount and cut off the heads, so Man Gui stared at the Bagara and continued to look for the next target.
He soon discovered that Ma Xianglin, holding his spear, was approaching the blue flag.
