A tough guy like Ebilong couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes. There were a total of 1,500 people. He lost more than 500 people on the way to the charge. When he approached the enemy's battle formation, he was shot by a large number of people.
Zhuge knocked down more than 500 people with his crossbows, and the remaining people did not get any advantage in hand-to-hand combat. The exchange ratio was not even 5 to 1. It is no wonder that their spears were 1.8 feet long and they could not get close.
In addition to the violent attacks of those brave men, the losses were even more serious. Probably twenty or thirty brothers died at the hands of the red-robed young man alone.
Try your best to escape. Your skilled equestrian skills come in handy at this time. Ignoring the bow and arrow behind you, you just run forward. The faster the better, the further the better. Fortunately, the enemy did not launch a pursuit, hum.
, even if they knew each other, they wouldn't necessarily be afraid if they really chased him, and they would be able to regain a little confidence soon.
But their remaining self-confidence was about to be wiped out, because Zhamuhe's one hundred light cavalry were waiting for them in front, and had been waiting for a long time.
People eat meat and I drink soup. I can't kill the enemy on the main battlefield. I can only pick up some rags. The task of cleaning up more than 200 remnants makes Zhamuhe very unhappy, but it's better than nothing. The 200 remnants are also meat.
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From a distance, I saw a group of Qing troops with crooked armor running over hastily. Zhamu pointed his riding whip at the remaining soldiers and said to his hundreds of light cavalry: "Eagles on the grassland, there is a group of jackals with arrows coming from the opposite side. What's the matter?"
manage?"
"Shoot them!" the light cavalry shouted rudely.
"Okay! Shoot them to death, and let these guys who think they are the best in cavalry and archery see how powerful the descendants of Genghis Khan are, and see who is the real number one in cavalry and archery." Zhamuhe looked at the Qing troops who were running closer and closer.
, ordered calmly: "Wait, wait, okay. Shoot the arrow!"
The 300 defeated troops led by Ebilong were shot by Liu Ziguang and others in a flurry of arrows, and another 300 or 40 horsemen fell off their horses. Now there were only more than 200 people left. As they were running wildly, they suddenly found a group of men and horses in front of them blocking the way.
The principles of "Don't chase when you are poor" and "Hurry over the wall" are the same. They both warn people not to provoke enemies who are running for their lives in a hurry. The more than 200 remnants of the Zhengbai Banner are the standard "dogs of poor soldiers". Seeing that there are only 100 cavalry in front of them to intercept them, they not only do not take a detour
Instead of running away, he drew his bow and arrow, clamped his horse's belly tightly, and rushed over at a faster speed, preparing to kill these hundred enemies in his way.
Following Zhamuhe's command to "shoot arrows", a burst of bowstrings sounded, and a hundred arrows were shot out early, like a hundred falcons pouncing on rabbits, flying towards the remaining soldiers of the Qing army. At this time, two
The distance between the Qing army and the Qing army was beyond a stone's throw, and the Qing army's bows and arrows were still on the bowstrings. However, with their rapid assault, they were rushing towards them in the face of a hail of arrows. A dozen of them fell off their horses in an instant, and the rest gritted their teeth.
Continue to charge fiercely, and when they reach a suitable distance, they raise their bows to fight back.
But the cavalry on the opposite side turned and ran, turning around and firing arrows as they ran. The arrows shot by the Qing army could only unfortunately land behind their horses' butts or be blocked by shields, but the arrows they shot could accurately penetrate the Qing Dynasty.
Army chest.
Ebilong had a feeling that he was unable to exert his strength. This was a typical tactic of the Mongols. He suddenly came to his senses, tightened the reins and shouted: "Stop!"
The well-trained flag soldiers also reined in their reins and waited pantingly for the commander's orders.
Zhamuhe didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the enemy who was just a stone's throw away in front of him. When those people saw the Qing army stopping their horses, they also stopped. The whole team looked at them provocatively.
Both sides did not speak, but they quickly formed an arrow formation suitable for hedging at the same time. Now that the opponent's tactics have been discovered, let's have a face-to-face cavalry fight. Mongolian athletes are not only good at archery, but also have first-class sword skills.
He's horse was at the front of the team, and the brothers were lined up on the left and right in the shape of wild goose feathers. The horses snorted and kicked their legs excitedly, as if they were looking forward to the coming battle.
This is a hillside covered with green grass. Unknown wildflowers bloom beside the paths trodden by passers-by. The air is filled with the faint smell of blood and grass. Many Qing soldiers who were hit by arrows did not bother to deal with their wounds.
Gritting his teeth, he drew out his saber and stared at the mysterious enemies with excellent archery skills in front of him. This battle was too useless. First, he fell into the opponent's arrow formation and lost a large number of brothers. Now he was humiliated by these cavalry. Even if he escaped, he would not be able to see him.
We must kill all these cavalrymen to avenge our shame!
The two sides paused for a while to build up their power, and then in unison, they urged their horses to rush toward each other with shouts. The horses ran faster and faster, and the weapons in the hands of the knights also shone dazzlingly in the sun. Finally, the two groups of cavalry collided.
When they came together, at the moment when the wrong horse passed by, the sabers, flails, maces, and maces in the hands of the knights were all fiercely struck at the enemy closest to them. Someone on both sides fell off their horses. After a round, the knights
After the confrontation, they turned their horses back and charged again. This time the two sides really fought together. The Qing soldiers desperately discovered that they were not only lagging behind in archery and equestrian skills, but also in close combat.
The enemies include stout, bandy-legged Mongolians with standard faces, as well as Turks with gray eyes and high noses. These nomads are even more brave and good at fighting than the Eight Banners soldiers.
Ebilong is not only a commander of the Zhengbai Banner, but also a warrior with the title of Batulu. The silver-wrapped iron-clad oxtail sword he holds tightly in his hand is a weapon personally awarded by Prince Rui Dorgon. The sword is heavy and extremely sharp.
, countless soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty once died under this sword. Now the man who is about to die under this sword is the man who rushes to the front of the Mongolian cavalry. The man is as short and stocky as a millstone, and his fierce little eyes exude...
With murderous intent, the two Mongolian pigtails were pulled into a straight line by the wind, and the mace in his hand was raised high. The hammer head covered with spikes was as big as a human head.
What a fierce man, Ebilong secretly admired, but the number of Mongolian heroes who died in my hands was not more than 100, but probably 80. I think back when we were fighting against Mongolian Lin Dan Khan’s troops, those men held inferior iron knives and used bones to make arrow clusters.
The Mongolian soldiers were also as fanatical and ferocious as the people in front of them, and they were also beaten by our Eight Banners warriors, leaving corpses scattered all over the field.
These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. The heads of the horses on both sides were already close. Ebilong slashed the oxtail knife at the head of the strong Mongolian man. The movement was so fast and powerful that it could even chop open a stone statue.
, the strong man reacted quickly, flipped his left hand, and the iron shield was facing the oxtail knife to block it. There was a loud noise, and the tiger's mouth of Ebilong was numb with shock. The steel knife almost missed his hand, and he missed the blow. He turned his wrist and was about to
Another slash, and the man's mace had already hit him, hitting Bilong's right shoulder right in the forehead. The copper nails on the shoulder guard were smashed, and the iron blades inside the armor were also shattered. Severe pain was felt, and the steel
The knife flew out, and Obilong turned around to see that his shoulder had been crushed. The mace was both a blunt and sharp weapon. The huge hammer head smashed Obilong's shoulder blade, and the sharp steel nail penetrated the nail leaf.
Several deep bloody holes appeared.
Ebilong didn't make a sound. He pulled out a four-edged iron mace from his back with his left hand. This was his second weapon. The Mongolian man rode his horse over and continued to swing the hammer. The mace and the mace collided together.
Sparks flew everywhere. It was because of the lack of strength in his left hand that his forehead was split open. The weapon came out again. He was horrified. He lowered his body and pinched the horse's belly in an attempt to escape. The horse of a strong Mongolian man
One step faster, the mace hit Ebilong hard on the back of the heart, and a stream of blood spurted out. Ebilong's eyesight went black, and he fell limply on the horse.
The remnants of the Qing army were swept away by the Mongolian light cavalry like wind and clouds. After two or three rounds, there were no Qing soldiers left alive. The light cavalry gathered the ownerless horses and cut off the heads of the dead, just in time to remove the long heads.
The braid was tied to the belt around the horse's neck, he collected the bodies of his fallen comrades and returned to the army victoriously.
When the light cavalry company came back, the cleaning work of the battlefield was still in progress. The arrows that were still usable were pulled out from the enemy's bodies, and the blood stains were wiped off on the grass and thrown into the basket.
The soldiers would give him a stabbing blow and then cut off his head. These are all military achievements. As for the corpse, just throw it aside first. With so many human corpses and horse corpses, there is no time to clean up, so they can only take advantage of the nearby birds and animals.
, but people must be sent to burn it afterwards. It is spring now, and it is no joke to cause a plague. The bodies of our own people were gathered together, dug a big pit and buried them. The wounded were bandaged and gathered together.
Get on the cart and send it directly back to the iron factory.
This battle annihilated 1,500 Qing troops. He suffered more than 30 casualties, and more than 100 others were injured. Most of the casualties were rickshaw drivers. The veteran soldiers in the death camp would not die so easily. All of this
Relying on the vehicle formation prepared in advance and the good defense system, the enemy was greatly damaged and protected. Overall, this battle was a complete victory.
The armor and weapons of the Qing army were of lower quality than those produced by the iron factory, so it was not unusual for them to be killed in the death camp. However, Liu Ziguang was more thoughtful and ordered his men to collect more complete armor and weapons and flags, and then disguise themselves as the Qing army to conduct a sneak attack or something like that.
Can come in handy.
The Qing army's war horses had gathered up a lot. After this battle, at least more than 200 soldiers of the death battalion had changed from vehicle infantry to horse infantry.
The rice cooked earlier was already cooked, and a lot of dry food such as dried meat, pickles, and other liquor were collected from the Qing soldiers, as well as knives burned with strong liquor from outside the customs.
, the soldiers sat around the fire, cut off the good meat from the dead horse, roasted it on the fire, and then sprinkled it with salt and chewed it. The Mongols believed that the war horse was the friend of the rider, and even the enemy's war horse deserved respect.
They did not eat horse meat. They kept in a group by themselves, drank mare's milk and spirits, and ate cakes and dried meat baked in the camp.
The platoon leader of the private company responsible for cleaning the battlefield ran up to Liu Ziguang with half a bag of rice and presented it with both hands: "General, this was found on the Huotou Army of the Qing Dynasty. Look."
"Special supply from Wuhu, the Ming Dynasty will definitely win. It is our military ration for the Ming Dynasty. These Tatars really don't regard themselves as outsiders. This must be the result of their last raid on the grain team." Liu Ziguang pointed to the words on the rice bag and said.
"There seems to be something wrong. The military rations from Wuhu were the first to arrive. At that time, the Qing army had not started to rob our food roads. The last few batches of disasters have been from the food teams in Nanzhili." Wu Sangui said with a suspicious look on his face.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of rice, squeezed it, and said, "This is good new rice. It is much better than the bad rice we eat. How could the Qing army have the Ming Dynasty's rations? It's really strange. We have also robbed the Qing army's rations."
The grain team, the rice they brought from behind was not this long, slender and round, but short and dull Korean rice."
"Go and invite Zhou Meng." Liu Ziguang waved his hand, and Master Zhou and the Qing army spy followed the team, preparing to expose Cui Chengxiu as witnesses and evidence at the critical moment. There was a bloody battle outside, and Master Zhou was hiding in the carriage.
I didn't dare to come out, and my face is still pale now.
"This is indeed Wuhu rice." Zhou Mengren grabbed a handful of rice and stared at it, then said to Liu Ziguang.