"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I am afraid that in the eyes of the general, the tens of thousands of Tatars are nothing but country chickens and dogs." Yang Jun said with great confidence. His eyes fell on the artillery position that was fully prepared.
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There are twenty-four artillery pieces in six battalions, plus twenty heavy artillery pieces in the artillery battalion. Although it is no longer like the Ming army in the past, there are many types of artillery pieces, large and small, with an army of more than ten thousand, sometimes even
There are hundreds of artillery pieces.[]
Although there are only forty-four cannons, this number is not very auspicious, but Yang Jun, who has personally supervised the firing of artillery clusters many times, knows very well how powerful these cannons lined up can be.
Yang Jun couldn't help but think of a brief description of artillery in one of the several military books that Zhu Qizhen gave him: "The truth lies within the range of the cannon."
It was a very simple sentence, but it was as simple as just a few words, but it revealed a strong smell of blood that made soldiers tremble and get excited from the bottom of their hearts.
Scenes of landslides, earth-shattering, and smoke filling the sky were only seen at the test firing range in the past, but today, those Tatars will have the honor to be the first victims.
"Tell the bastards in the artillery camp to keep the heavy artillery and infantry artillery in line, and let the Tatars on the opposite side completely enter the range of the infantry artillery..."
"Everyone must obey orders, and no one is allowed to open fire without permission!"
The commands came one after another again, and the musketeers from the three battalions were already in formation. Each row of 150 sharpshooters was evenly distributed on the battle formation about a mile wide in the front, which looked impressive.
The field was sparse, but the musketeers of the other three battalions were still in a state of survival, silently holding their weapons in their hands and quietly waiting for the officers' orders.
"Children, in front of you are those southern barbarians and those poor Han people. This is the grassland, the land and sky where we grassland eagles can fly freely. Children, treat this as a happy hunt,
Remember, this is a hunt..." China stood at the front of the team, looking proudly at the fierce and rough warriors of the Ha Ci Shen tribe behind him, and roared loudly.
Hearing Chi Na's roar, these warriors from the Hasashi tribe pulled out the sharp scimitars from their waists, raised them into the air and let out excited roars and screams.
"There was a big shot there, the former emperor of the Ming Dynasty. He once led an army of 200,000 Ming troops to attack us, but what happened? The elite army of 200,000 people was wiped out by our 50,000 brave prairie warriors.
Even he was captured by us, today! I want you to capture him again and present him to our clan leader, the new grand master of the Wasi Empire. Whoever can capture him can become the captain of ten thousand men.
He has the right to choose one-tenth of the spoils here..."
Looking at the warriors of the Hajishen tribe who had been inspired by him to fight and whose eyes were bloodshot with their interests, China felt extremely satisfied with his eloquence and power. He believed that these howling Hachis
The wolf cubs of the Assassin Shen Department will definitely be able to tear the Ming army on the opposite side to pieces.
Chi Na had no worries about losing the battle at all. What he was worried about was that he was afraid that Zhu Qizhen, who had been strictly ordered to be captured alive by Bolai, had better not be killed by the powerful Ha Cishen before he arrived.
The warriors of the whole army were slaughtered.
The heavy hooves flew, in the most brutal and rude manner, trampling and smashing the soft and tough weeds, and rolled the wet mud into the air with the movement of the hooves, and then stuck to the colliding war horse.
On that shiny and smooth fur.
Over ten thousand war horses galloping, fluttering flags, a forest of scimitars, and roars of various tones and rhythms, constitute the scene of the charge of the Hasashi Shen cavalry. The sky-high killing intent rises in the air.
It seemed that even the clouds, which were blown by the strong wind, shivered and trembled.
The khaki fur coats they wore were connected together like a cloud weighed down extremely low by the wind, or like a torrent with no embankment. They were heading towards the Ming army's formation with a determined and indomitable momentum.
swept away.
The quiet, even silent Ming army formation, facing the oncoming and murderous cavalry of more than 10,000 men, showed no trace of timidity or panic. All the soldiers stood in their positions without hesitation.
His eyes were fixed on the approaching enemies, but his ears were always listening, listening to when the officers would issue orders.
In just ten breaths, the speed of the over 10,000 Haci Shenbu cavalry had increased to the extreme. The original distance between the two sides was less than four miles, but in just ten breaths, it had been shortened by almost a quarter.
distance.
The thunderous sound of iron hooves caused the entire earth to tremble slightly, causing the wild grass and shrubs miles away to tremble slightly.
Zhu Qizhen's eyes were narrowed into two thin slits, but the cold light in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. He stared at the torrent of cavalry that were approaching crazily, and his eardrums were completely filled with the sound of hoofbeats like war drums.
He was unmoved at all. Ever since he traveled to this era, he had experienced even more thrilling scenes. It was precisely because of this that he dared to lead his army to aid the Junggar tribe.
More importantly, he believed in the abilities of these Ming army soldiers who stood with him.
As a sharp and piercing whistle sounded, there was a bang, like the sound of the cork being pulled out of the bottle, and the sound of hoofbeats that almost shook people's eardrums was suddenly torn apart. The first sound seemed to
It wasn't heavy, but it made Zhu Qizhen feel as if his heartbeat had paused, and the whole world seemed to have become peaceful in an instant.
And in just the blink of an eye, Zhu Qizhen saw eleven tubes of black and white billowing smoke spitting out from the artillery position not far away, and then it was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, exploding in his ears.
The sound of thunder made Zhu Qizhen's heartbeat seem to resume beating again at this moment.
Thick white gunpowder smoke rolled up from the muzzle, and the blazing white tube flame only flashed, but left a light spot in Zhu Qizhen's eyes that would not disappear for a long time. After that, the strange and shrill scream began.
resounded throughout this world.
The shotgun shells ejected by each artillery piece easily disintegrated not far from the muzzle, but the pellets loaded in them flew away without hesitation, with that weird screaming sound.
In the air, streaks of dark light and shadow were drawn...
u Yan Tou Lin's posture, rushing into the oncoming torrent.
It hit the peak of the torrent, making sounds of different heights, dull, or crisp. The originally powerful peak of the torrent could not help but stagnate slightly, just like the dense trees that were suddenly affected by the impact.
Like the attack of hail, the branches and leaves trembled, dwarfed slightly and then gradually returned to their original state.
However, after all, Suzumaru is not fine hailstones, and the torrent composed of these cavalrymen is not the towering ancient trees with outrageous vitality. Even if they are just brushed by these dark and shiny Jimaru, the bodies of these cavalrymen will be wiped out.
, or their mounts, tearing off a large piece of flesh, or smashing the raised scimitar, the broken blade flying diagonally, or even slicing into the chest of some unlucky guy.
Chi Na, who was rushing towards the center, was not stupid. In countless battles with the Ming army, he knew very well the power of the Ming army's artillery. Therefore, he would never rush to the front of the team stupidly.
Surrounded by a group of soldiers, firmly in the middle of the team, directly in front of him were three rows of brave and fearless warriors from the Ha Ci Shen tribe.
But just now, when he saw the roaring smoke and fire from the other party, he felt a little nervous in his heart.
There was no movement at all, because he knew very well that the power of the Ming army's artillery, at such a distance, and the lethality caused by firing shells, was actually more of a threat than practical significance.
But just as this thought flashed through his mind, he saw the brave knights in front of him, who seemed to be stabbed viciously with an extremely sharp knife. His body trembled, and he originally held it high.
The firm and powerful hand holding the scimitar actually let go, and then, like a heavy object, it fell straight off the war horse.
And the other warrior, who was also rushing forward with the same strength, only saw that his head seemed to have been put into a huge smoke, and it suddenly bloomed, and the iron round helmet flew high towards him.
After half the feast, the warrior's head looked like a ripe watermelon that had burst open, looking so funny and ridiculous.
Before China could recover from the shock, more than ten fireworks exploded on the Ming army position opposite, but in the blink of an eye, the screaming bell pills came again in an instant, and among those who were still there
One after another, hideous blood holes were drilled into the bodies of the prairie warriors who were thankful that they were unscathed...
"How could the shotgun hit so far?" China saw that the vanguard that was originally crazy and straight forward began to look sparse at this moment, and the following cavalry also had to dodge the fallen robes or horses.
The speed stagnated slightly, and an angry and unwilling roar rose up in his heart.
But he knew very well that now, even if he was crying and beating his chest, or even searching for the truth, it was meaningless. The only thing he had to do now, and the only thing he could do, was to rush forward faster,
Use iron hoofs to trample the Ming army's formation to pieces, use scimitars to chop it into pieces, or use your horses to smash it into pieces.
The forty-four artillery pieces only fired once in a row. The cavalry of Ha Ci Shen's tribe had already galloped over a distance of more than a mile. When they approached less than a mile away from the Ming army's formation, the artillery roared again.
After speaking out, another round of bombardment began, and another round of steel fire nets intertwined with the torrent of crazy and fearless Ha Ci Shen's cavalry.
This time, almost all the soldiers of the Ming army could clearly see the murderous Ha Cishen cavalry, and they couldn't help but cheer in their hearts.
Some people even looked with envy behind them at the artillerymen who were quickly cleaning the barrels and preparing shells and gunpowder. In the past, those guys had never shown such skills in front of them, or in other words, in the past,
They always felt that these artillerymen who were pampered like darlings by the Supreme Emperor and Generals Yang and Shi were unpleasant to look at.
Moreover, when these artillerymen boasted about the power of artillery, they were often despised by the infantry and cavalry, and even gave rise to many quarrels over this.
But today, on this grassland battlefield, these proud artillerymen, together with their artillery, used facts to prove to everyone their pride and their value.
However, not everyone was shocked by this scene. The officers roared loudly and used the backs of their swords and fists to remind the stunned soldiers to focus their attention. This is a bloody place.
A battlefield, rather than a performance venue with outposts and no danger.
"Brace yourself, look ahead, prick up your ears, obey orders, hold on to the weapons in your hands, hold your sword and shield, prepare to grenade, the musketeers come out, check the weapons in your hands for the last time.
Weapon, start aiming...,..."
"Three hundred steps...two hundred and fifty steps...two hundred steps...shoot!" Following the officer's roar and the swing of the sword, a row of muskets as parallel as railroad sleepers flashed slightly.
Squeezing back, the dark gun barrel spurted out gunpowder smoke and flames, and the bullet screamed and began flying as fast as lightning...
The soldiers who finished shooting in the first row didn't even have time to see if they had hit the target they were aiming at. They retreated under the order of the officer, while the other row of musketeers on standby stood in front again, and at the sound of the order
, raise the gun, aim, shoot...
The crisp sound of gunfire lingered, and the roar of artillery sounded again, and there was another row of screaming lead pellets, running forward and spreading with an outrageously dense shooting area, although there were also many bell pellets.
It flew aimlessly into the sky, and some of it tore up the weeds and dug into the soil, but more of them hit the iron cavalry torrent.
Every roar of artillery will cause a brief stagnation in the conflict between the Haji Shenbu cavalry, and the closer the distance, the longer this stagnation time seems to become.
At this moment, the grassland coalition forces, which had already stopped advancing, and the worried Junggar coalition forces, almost forgot about the existence of each other, and turned their attention to the charging Ha.
Stabbing Shen's cavalry, or on the Ming army's formation that was firing frequently.
At this moment, almost all of the nearly 100,000 grassland elites became spectators. It was as if even the gods in the sky had parted the clouds, and looked at this world, this era, with indifference and a hint of surprise.
A wonderful collision of iron and blood, war and smoke...
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