Zhamu and his Mongolian scouts were worthy of being the best cavalry scouts. When searching and advancing on both wings, they discovered the Qing army's scouts. A small-scale battle was concluded within ten seconds. Everyone fought with bows and arrows.
The outcome was ultimately decided by the Mongols' faster arrows. Two Qing army scouts were shot in the throat and died. Since there were enemy scouts moving nearby, it meant there must be an ambush ahead.
After reporting to General Liu, several company commanders discussed the situation and decided to use the strategy. They walked as they should and rested when it was time to rest. The outside was loose and the inside was tight. In fact, all the bow strings of the ballistae were tightened, and the ammunition chute was tightened.
It was filled with arrows, and the weapons in the ordnance cart were also taken out and placed in convenient places. The combustion chambers of the two steam field cannons were filled with coke and fire oil, and they were burned as they walked.
In front of them is an open land with a gurgling creek running through it. Beyond that are dense woods and hills, which is a good place for an ambush. The Ming Junqian who was in charge of liaison was a young junior, pointing at the small creek.
Xi said: "This is a good place for horses to drink and rest. The woods in front are dense. If a group of men and horses were ambushed and waited for our army to take a rest, I would definitely do this if I were a general of the Qing army."
"That's right, young man. What's your name?" Liu Ziguang asked him in a mature manner.
"Wu Sangui, the last general, has long heard of General Liu's deeds of defeating a chain of horses and chasing the Qing emperor to take off his boots and escape. It is a great honor to be able to fight alongside the general today." Qianhu raised his hand on the horse. Xuzhou
Everyone in the army knew Liu Ziguang's reputation, and this small Qianhu was no exception.
"Wu Qianhu, I love you so much. I have admired your name for a long time. I am so happy to see you today. By the way, has Wu Qianhu gotten married?" Liu Ziguang asked, unexpectedly being met with a furious expression here.
The beautiful Prince Pingxi is really destined. I wonder if Chen Yuanyuan will marry him now.
Wu Sangui was ashamed, how did General Liu know my name as a small Qianhu? Could it be that my uncle Zu Dashou mentioned it to him? No, my uncle didn’t know General Liu. Maybe it was someone’s polite words, he thought,
He replied: "General, that's a compliment. I will imitate General Huo Qubing of the Han Dynasty. The Huns are not exterminated, so why should I have a family? I once swore that I would never have a family until the Tatars were driven out of Shanhaiguan."
"Wu Qianhu is indeed a loyal man of our Ming Dynasty! When the Tatars are driven out of Shanhaiguan, you must be the commander-in-chief of Shanhaiguan." Liu Ziguang joked, pretending to be serious. Now Wu Sangui is still a young man who is loyal to his country.
Officer, I hope he can stay like this.
While they were talking, two more scouts came to report that they had discovered a Qing army ambush near the woods ahead. "Did you see clearly? How many people are there? Cavalry or infantry?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"I didn't see it clearly, but I smelled the smell of horse urine. There were probably thousands of horses. There was also a murderous aura, and even the smallest ones could feel the danger."
"My mother-in-law is still filled with murderous intent. I know how to ramble on. Have you listened to too many Chinese storytelling? Do you think you are a hunting dog? I can smell horse urine from such a distance, and there are thousands of horses.
You are really good at this." Zhamuhe scolded with a smile. He turned back to Liu Ziguang and said: "This guy does have a dog's nose. He said there are thousands of horses, so it must not be five hundred. It seems that someone is waiting for us in front.
Woolen cloth."
"Not bad, Chi Shu. Why didn't I know your nose was so sharp before? An eagle on the grassland? No, a divine dog on the grassland." Liu Ziguang said to the scout with a keen sense of smell. This guy used to be in the same slave team as Liu Ziguang.
Those who hang out with Zhamuhe are considered acquaintances.
There are thousands of cavalry. We only have one hundred light cavalry and one hundred mounted infantry. The other five hundred are infantry in vehicles. Their mobility is not as good as that of their opponents, but their firepower should far exceed their opponents. The standard configuration of the Qing army is that every
Each person has sixty arrows, half of which are light arrows for long-range shooting and heavy arrows for short-range shooting. The death battalion basically has one bow per person. The cavalry are equipped with powerful recurve compound bows. It requires the cooperation of two people to string the bow.
, the arrows are all made of fine bamboo poles, carved feathers, and steel clusters. The infantry's long-range weapons are more sufficient. Each person has a Zhuge Liannu. As long as the mechanism is triggered, twenty iron arrows
The arrows spurted out. Although they were not powerful enough to penetrate the armor, the heavy rain-like covering blows were enough to frighten people. The spears in the hands of Antony's one hundred heavy infantry were not ordinary, whether they were used together as a Zhangba spear or as a
Throwing javelins is a nightmare for opponents. There are also crossbows, which are powerful weapons that can shoot through war horses. As long as arrows can be supplied, they are enough to deal with the assault of large groups of cavalry. Not to mention there are two secret weapons -
--Where's the steam cannon.
Putting aside these, the horsemanship skills of a hundred nomadic cavalry and a hundred mounted infantry are not easy to compete with. Even if the cavalry fights, they can be one against two. Liu Ziguang, Zhamuhe, Anthony, Duncan, Zhong Shouyong, etc.
With Wu Sangui, these people are all enemies. If you want to get benefits from them, you will have to pay a heavy price.
The orders to prepare for battle were conveyed in various languages. The soldiers unconcernedly pressed the springs of their sabers. Even the coachmen casually pulled the Zhuge crossbows out from under their seats. These coachmen were all
He is a professional transporter at the iron factory. He usually fights bandits and so on. He is a veteran of the world.
When the convoy was still some distance away from the creek, one hundred light cavalry, led by Zhamuhe, quietly left the convoy and went back behind the enemy. The convoy continued to drive to the creek as if nothing had happened, and surrounded the vehicles.
In a circle, the mules and horses were unhooked to drink water, and the soldiers took off their armor to chat and rest.
The Huotou soldiers took out iron pots and rice bags and scooped up rice in the upper reaches of the stream. After a while, smoke was rising from the earth stoves they were digging.
A group of cavalry did not take weapons. They rode their horses to the planned assault route of the Qing army and played for a while before slowly returning. No one noticed that the backs of these cavalry horses were covered with dirt.
sharp gadgets.
Looking at their poor riding skills, Ebilong Dutong and several of his subordinates laughed contemptuously. The Han people were not suitable for riding horses at all. How could they be the opponents of our Zhengbai Banner elite soldiers who were skilled in bows and horses? Let these guys
Let's ride the horse one last time, and soon they will be dead.
It's almost time. The woods are about a mile and a half away from the creek, and there is a certain slope, which is enough for the cavalry to sprint and maximize their speed. The Han cowards hiding behind the carts heard the thundering hooves of the horses.
The sound must have made the rat scurry away in fear.
"Mount your horse and charge!" A simple command burst out decisively from Ebilong's mouth. With bows and arrows in hand, 1,500 elite cavalrymen from Zhengbai Banner rushed out of the woods on horseback. They were like streams of white iron.
Continuously flowing out, running towards the direction of the creek. The cavalry all wore the standard white flag outfit with iron plates on the inside and white cloth on the outside with copper nails. They wore helmet plates shaped like wine cups, with a white tassel stuck in the middle of the helmet plates.
With the small gun, a barbaric howl came from his mouth, the bow and arrow in his hand kept firing, and the war horse under his crotch ran faster and faster. It wouldn't take long to kill the Han people, chop off their humble heads, and hang them on the
The war horse returned to the camp to show off with his neck down.
As expected, the Han people screamed and got into a mess. Some of the brave ones actually went to get bows and arrows in an attempt to resist, while more people fled behind the carts to avoid the rain of arrows.
The soldiers who climbed behind the carts suddenly lifted some of the tarpaulins covering the carts, revealing crossbows. The Qing army officers and soldiers were furious. These cowardly Chinese dogs still dared to resist! They really don’t know the heights of the world.
There is a soldier on each side of the crossbow who steps on the pedals to string the crossbow. The transmission chain passes through several pulleys and drives the powerful bow string to pull back. When the bow string is fully pulled, the short spear-like arrows in the magazine will automatically fall, and then
The bow string rebounded and the arrow was shot out fiercely. This went back and forth. The crossbowmen selected soldiers with strong leg muscles. After several months of intensive training, they could pedal the crossbow very easily.
Hiding behind the iron armor, you are not afraid of being attacked by the opponent's bow and arrow. Naturally, other people are responsible for aiming and supplying ammunition. The crossbow has tight armor, a high rate of fire, and great power. The clear soldiers wearing armor were penetrated at once.
It can even kill a war horse with one arrow. It is really a terrifying weapon.
The flag soldiers galloped desperately. They did not care about shooting arrows. They hid their bodies behind the horses' heads and drew their sabers with one hand. Now they could only rely on the speed of their horses to quickly approach the enemy for hand-to-hand combat.
Under the unified command of Zhong Shouyong, the ten crossbows adjusted the shooting angle and direction, and a steady stream of arrows were transported directly from the ordnance vehicle to the ammunition supply chute. There was no need to worry about insufficient ammunition supply. Other soldiers with bows and arrows in their hands
They hid behind the car, stretched out their bows and arrows, and fired fiercely into the sky. They didn't do any precise shooting. The Qing soldiers had good archery skills, but if they showed their heads, they would die. It would be better to do covering shooting, which would be more effective.
Ebilong saw that the soldiers around him were shot through by thick arrows one after another, and he shouted anxiously, "Get the shield quickly." The flag soldiers finally woke up and took off their small round shields to protect themselves, but they could not defend themselves.
Ordinary bows and arrows could not protect against the thick arrows of crossbows. They could not protect themselves against the war horses. They suffered heavy losses for a while. Many war horses that had not been hit by the arrows also screamed and fell to the ground, as if they had been stepped on.
A flag soldier who rolled off his horse was also pricked by something sharp. When he pulled out the thing on his butt, he found that it was an iron caltrop wrapped in yellow mud with three extremely sharp spikes. No matter how it was placed, it would always be sharp.
One of the thorns pointed upward. The soldier covered his buttocks which was bleeding and shouted: "Be careful that there are caltrops on the ground!"
But at this moment, how can we be careful? We can only rush forward with the optimistic spirit of "the dead Taoist friend will not die the poor Taoist". When we get close, we can retaliate in kind and let the Han dogs have a taste of the sharp knife of the Eight Banners athletes.
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Two black iron pipes protruded from the middle of the Han people's cart. Needless to say, they must be some kind of secret weapon made by the cunning Han dogs. There was no one behind to operate it. The flag soldier leader who rushed to the front drew his bow and arrow and thought
Even after trying to suppress the other party, no one could be found. As he was looking around, the two suspicious iron pipes suddenly made two loud noises, thick white smoke spurted out from the pipes, and no one knew what would be ejected.