The cavalry needs a long enough distance to rush into the formation quickly.
When the Sichuan army's white-gun soldiers were still far away, the commander-in-chief of the Jin army's Wu Zhenchaoha, Mu Zaohua, had already ordered the gunners to fire without hesitation.
"boom……"
The first iron bullet, just like the previous attack on the Guangshun Pass city wall, flew out in a not high arc and hit the dense cavalry line in the distance.
Then came the second and third iron bullets fired from nearby artillery.
Huang Taiji led the young Beile Beizi and brave generals like Obai to the left and right of the trench, preparing to order the powerful infantry archers to start the second round after the Jin army's artillery completed effective firing and hindered the Sichuan army's advance.
A round of killing, and then a combined attack from both wings. After gaining the same speed as the Ming cavalry, they fought to the death.
At this moment, Huang Taiji no longer expressed his ambition to personally kill Ma Xianglin, but deep down, he still couldn't help but expect that the cannonballs flying towards the Ming army cavalry could kill the Sichuan barbarian who was more brave than Zhao Zilong first.
Fried into powder.
However, he was disappointed.
The first batch of more than a dozen artillery shells all landed at the front of the Ming army's cavalry line. The deafening sound and the dust rising into the air only caused the frightened neighing of some horses to be heard in the white pole formation.
But after all, it was a well-trained war horse. Under the control of its owner who was experienced in combat, he quickly adjusted his condition and repaired his formation.
"You deserve to die. This is the first time I've met the enemy on the plain. My estimate was wrong." Mu Zaohua, who was riding on the horse, loudly apologized to Huang Taiji, then turned to the gunner who was affiliated with Yue Tuan and shouted, "Clear the barrel quickly."
,Load the second round of iron bullets!"
The gunner and the gunners didn't dare to delay at all and quickly followed the instructions.
Huang Taiji saw that the front of the Sichuan army was a hundred steps closer, and the smoke kicked up by countless horse hooves had merged with the smoke of the artillery fire that had not yet dissipated. He didn't bother to scold Mu Zaohua, so he just waved his sword and preceded the Nikan woman.
The man ordered: "Light the fire, light the fire quickly!"
A normally shrewd gunner turned his hesitant gaze to Mu Zaohua.
It was taboo to light the gun just after brushing the barrel, but the tube was still too hot.
His search was met with an angry scolding from Zaohua Ezhen: "What are you slaves so confused about? Didn't you hear Sibeile's order?"
The golden soldiers of several artillery groups quickly obeyed the order, but after a while, the situation behind the trench changed suddenly.
"boom!"
"Ah...ah..."
The explosion, which was far louder than normal, was accompanied by screams, almost at the same time.
Different from the muzzle flashes and white smoke that the Jin Army was accustomed to, the scene after ignition this time was as if one's own position had been hit by enemy shells.
In the large balls of flames, pieces of iron, soil, grass clippings, and the remains of the gunner flew away.
"Exploded!"
The three or four cannons lined up at the edge had not yet been fired. The gunners who witnessed the horrific scene of the blood and flesh of their comrades were shouting in horror. The gunners threw woolen brushes and the igniters threw primers and fled in all directions.
.
Due to the close distance of the explosion, many horses on the left and right flanks of the Zhengbai Banner and the central army were also frightened, causing a period of chaos.
"Fourteen Baylor!" Mu Zaohua beat his horse back, then quickly turned to the right, trying to drive away Dorgon's severely stressed mount and avoid the horse's hoofs from stepping on the young Baylor who had fallen off the horse.
She looked anxious and anxious, but in her heart she was ecstatic.
Success!
The strong water given by Xu San can really corrode the inner wall of the gun barrel into pits in three or four days, making the surface of the copper-iron alloy poured with iron molds not as smooth as the old clay molded gun barrels.
Mu Zaohua did not dare to make too big a mistake, as today was the final moment of the decisive battle, so she fired the first round in advance, in order to make the already useless barrel worse.
The inner wall held up the first round of gunpowder burning, and under Huang Taiji's urgent order, it experienced another high temperature in a short period of time, and finally the chamber exploded.
"Fourteen Baylor, quickly get on my horse." Mu Zaohua stretched out her hand to pull Dorgon.
After all, Dorgon had been proficient in bowing and riding horses since he was a child. He used his strength to jump onto the horse's back and sat behind Mu Zaohua.
"Shoot! The Ming army is coming! Shoot!" Mu Zaohua rode her horse to the rear of the Korean musketeers and gave orders.
These Han soldiers disguised as alien mercenaries knew that they could not reveal any flaws at this moment.
Gunshots rang out.
Although several ounces of lead bullets were not as powerful as artillery shells, after the artillery exploded, the musketeers launched a killing move against the enemy so quickly, quickly bringing the Jin army's morale back on track.
Unfortunately, I don't know whether it was because the Koreans themselves were panicking or because the Sichuan army was too fast. The firing of muskets still did not bring the scene Huang Taiji hoped to see.
"Master, how come these Korean dog slaves can't hit the Nikan cavalry!"
Beside Huang Taiji, Obai shouted.
How could this pair of master and slave know that what the musketeers had just loaded were all clay balls.
Seeing that the familiar wedge-shaped front of the Sichuan Army was a hundred steps closer, Huang Taiji couldn't think of cursing those North Korean trash anymore.
"Command the archers to shoot!"
The soldiers under his command immediately issued a signal, and the best hunters among the Jurchens immediately raised their heavy bows and pressed the fingers made of deer antlers or ox horns against the bow strings.
The strings sounded like one, and the arrows whizzed away.
On the black front that pressed over like dark clouds, a knight finally fell to the ground after being hit by an arrow.
However, the Jin Army's fighter planes against the Ming Army have undergone obvious changes due to the loss of the firearms battalion. The Sichuan Army is about to cross the trench. If the Jin Army's cavalry does not rush out, they will be unable to obtain equivalent speed and will be killed.
was defeated.
Huang Taiji couldn't wait for another few bursts of arrows, so he ordered the flag officers to order the cavalry to charge.
Earth-shattering shouts rang out, and Yue Tuan, who was flanked by a red flag, had obviously clearly seen the situation encountered by Zhengbai Banner in these brief moments, and understood Huang Taiji's rapidly changing battlefield strategy due to the different circumstances.
The cavalry and infantrymen with red flags rushed in like a tide, trying to hit the flanks of the Sichuan Army, or to encircle and suppress the Ming Army infantry who were also in large numbers behind the Sichuan Army.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Bang...bang..."
Suddenly, in the camp with red flags, there were thunderous explosions one after another, and a shower of blood immediately splashed, and the screams of people and horses were heard.
Yue Tuo, who was commanding the formation, blurted out in surprise: "What is it? How can those Ming troops, who are different from the Sichuan army, have muskets?"
Bagala, a military governor, rushed in front and reported hurriedly: "Master, it's not muskets, they are throwing udo. How could their udo explode like a cannonball?"
…
"The dolls are throwing well! Oh, keep it strong, the hand cannon made by Mr. Song is quite effective!"
In the infantry formation of the Ming army, Mangui cheered excitedly.
Zheng Haizhu stared at the original grenade made by Song Yingxing. After painstaking testing and improvement by this late-morning genius scientist, he ensured the effectiveness of the "delay time" and "killing radius". After arming the mandarin duck formation of Daijun's children,
These infantrymen were ordered to carry out medium and long-range strikes that were more lethal than arrows before engaging in close combat with the enemy.
The disciples of Daijun tasted the benefits for the first time and their morale was greatly boosted. They roared angrily, but they strictly maintained the mandarin duck formation and followed the hundreds of elite cavalry full of Gui to rush toward the red flag.
Mangui's bloodline was raging, as if he had returned to the scene of the massive defeat of the Zhenglan Banner Dege troops on the bank of the Luan River.
Ignoring the heavy bows drawn by the Tatar infantry who had not been killed or injured by the grenades, he accelerated his horse and targeted the silver-armored Bajala with a red flag on the front to kill.
"Damn it, the official rank is so overwhelming that people can be killed. General Ma won't let us fly the white flag. He's afraid that I'll kill Huang Taiji who he wants to deal with, so I'll take thirty or forty of his heads and capture him alive."
Yue Tuo, you can’t lose to Nachuan Barbarian!”
Mangui smiled ferociously, brandished his sword, and fended off a few red-armored Tatar soldiers who were trying to cut the horse's neck for some reason. He leaned his upper body to the right, and crossed the horse-riding Bagara. He saw the right moment and stabbed the opponent with the tip of the sword.
The throat area surrounded by protective gear.
"puff……"
Man Gui's astonishing strength and the excellent quality of the steel knife broke through the protection of the face armor without any suspense. Bagala's throat was separated, and arterial blood spurted out instantly.
"The first one, I'm counting!"
Mangui laughed proudly, and then killed three or four more silver-armored soldiers. He quickly turned around to see the performance of the killer team composed of young men from Daijun, and determined that although those young men who were fighting for the first time had begun to suffer casualties,
Most of the Yuanyang Formation still remains intact.
Man Gui still wanted to look for He Zhuo, but the thought only passed by him in the end. He quickly returned to the heart of the fierce battle, shouted to the elite Xuan Daji who had followed him for many years, and went straight to the handsome man with the red flag.
Rush in the direction of the flag.
On the grassy slope farther away, Ma Xianglin's troops and Zhengbai Banner had reached a stalemate.
Countless dazzling silver hooks and sickles have become the lifeline of the Tatar soldiers.
Some veterans experienced the Battle of Fushun that year, and heard the commanders of the Zhenglan Banner exaggerating the Battle of Luanhe. Today, they psychologically have no regard for the Sichuan Army, which has not changed at all from its generals to its military appearance and morale.
It is impossible to be afraid of war.
But the momentum of Obei, the young general of Sibeile, who waved his mace and headed straight for Ma Xianglin, slightly boosted the morale of the army.
After shooting down several Sichuan knights, Obai finally rushed near Ma Xianglin.
Ma Xianglin had just stabbed a red-armored soldier with a white flag, and felt a black shadow like a gust of wind coming from the side. He simply used the force of the stab to hit the red-armored soldier, leaned down on his horse, and avoided the attack from Obai.
Mace.
Oboi's horse's head brushed against his opponent's horse's butt as they passed each other. When he came back for a confrontation, Ma Xianglin's two most powerful servants had already surrounded him.
"Young Master, leave this dog Tatar to us, you go pick that Huang Taiji!" a servant shouted loudly.
Just as Ma Xianglin was thinking this, he turned his horse's head without hesitation, thrust his gun forward, slashed left and right, and opened a passage.
Unlike the fierce roars of Man Gui and other fierce generals, Ma Xianglin was always silent on the battlefield. Even the rough breathing when killing the enemy seemed to be suppressed in his chest.
But wherever he went, his spear moves were fast and ruthless, and the "swish" wind sound brought about by cutting through the air was more frightening to his enemies than the howl of any male animal.
————
(Try to finish the text tomorrow, thank you for your continued support)