After three rows of soldiers fired five rounds in a row, a strong wind blew across the battlefield, instantly blowing away the white smoke that filled the surrounding area.
In Yuzhu's telescope, the first wave of charging Mongolian cavalry actually turned around and ran away.
Dozens of horses had fallen in front of the line infantry.
Dozens of Mongolian corpses were scattered everywhere in front of the formation. The incomplete battle flags were rolled up on the ground, having lost their former power.
Well, the first battle was successful, and the results were encouraging, which also made Yuzhu feel more confident.
Obviously, the Mongolian cavalry charge could not break through the intensive firing of volleys of guns.
Right in front of the line of infantry, less than one foot away.
An injured Mongolian fell in a pool of blood, twitching and kicking his legs. He was obviously not dead yet.
At this time, a frightened war horse, dragging a corpse hanging on the stirrups, ran past the formation of soldiers, neighing.
Yuzhu subconsciously looked at the soldiers around him, only to see that everyone was clenching the handles of their guns, glaring round their eyes and glaring ahead, always ready to raise their guns and shoot to kill all the enemies.
Very well, the enemy's first wave of cavalry attack was repulsed.
"Woo." The shrill horn sound sounded again in the sky above the battlefield, and in Yuzhu's monocular telescope, thousands of Mongolians appeared in a large formation of arrows galloping towards them.
As far as the eye can see, the endless Mongolian cavalry charge into the formation with their swords valiantly wielding, with a majestic momentum that can swallow up mountains and rivers like a tiger!
As the distance got closer and closer, the cavalry all over the mountains and plains suddenly accelerated their speed, and the sound of their hooves sounded like thunder.
Then they saw a mighty cavalry troop rolling towards them like a flood bursting from a dam, carrying a thunderous roar.
Under the full impact of the cavalry, it does not take too long to accelerate for about a mile.
The Mongols were approaching fiercely, and Yuzhu's monocular telescope was full of moving horse heads.
On horseback, there were Mongolian knights wearing cotton armor. They were shouting loudly and waving their swords with arrogant expressions. Yuzhu could also see them clearly.
"Tap, tap, tap..." Almost instantly, the only sound heard in the sky above the entire battlefield was the thunderous sound of horse hooves.
Yuzhu turned to look at the pale Gash, and said calmly: "Ga Zuoling, shoot out all the cannons in the shortest possible time."
Gashgan swallowed, and because he was too nervous, he forgot to salute Zhaqian, and just said dryly: "You just have to look at it."
To be honest, the role of Gashi is at this moment.
The number of artillery pieces Yuzhu had on hand was really too small, only five multi-piece cannons weighing several dozen kilograms.
Moreover, there are only two types of cannonballs, solid and shotshells, and there are no blooming cannonballs!
When faced with an intensive attack by the enemy's cavalry, sub-shell artillery shells with a range of up to 300 meters can still disrupt the enemy's morale to a certain extent.
Gash led his men and pushed five cannons to the rear of the line of infantry.
When Yuzhu saw Gashi raising his right hand high towards him, he ordered: "Everyone squat down."
Facing the enemy troops galloping forward with thousands of horses, Gashi did not have the courage to push the artillery in front of the infantry.
After the soldiers squatted down collectively, Gashi decisively ordered: "Fire."
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." After five loud noises, five solid shells roared out of the gun.
At this time, the charging Mongolian cavalry saw dazzling firelights flashing in front of the Qing army's formation, and five large plumes of white smoke immediately rose into the sky.
The next moment, five fiery iron balls were seen spinning and hitting the Mongolian cavalry.
The solid iron shells fired by the mother-and-child artillery weigh about three kilograms.
As long as such a big iron guy hits the body of a war horse, the high-speed rotating hot iron ball will tear out a huge bloody hole in an instant, and it will definitely not survive.
What's even more frightening is that the solid iron cannonballs fired at a rapid rate hit the ground and bounced and rolled randomly, causing death or injury to those who hit them. The consequences would be endless.
Thousands of Mongolian cavalry formed a charge together. Even if they were separated from each other, they were still one densely packed mass.
A cannonball directly smashed the head of a Mongolian cavalryman, and a large amount of blood spurted out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the horse under his crotch red.
After the war horse rushed forward for some distance, the headless body suddenly fell to the ground, throwing up a large amount of dust.
A fiery iron ball hit the chest of a war horse and immediately made a huge bloody hole.
The war horse only had time to neigh before it collapsed, throwing the knight on its back several meters away.
Before the Mongolian knight could get up, he was knocked down by the horses rushing up behind him and was immediately trampled into a pulp by rolling iron hooves.
When thousands of cavalry groups charge, no matter who they are, if they fall under the horse, they will definitely be trampled to a pulp.
The tumbling and falling horses also caused partial chaos in the charge team. Several nearby horses were implicated by it and also tripped.
Several Mongolian cavalry were immediately thrown out and were immediately submerged under the mighty hooves of the horses.
After the remaining three shells hit the ground, they jumped and rolled irregularly, causing a lot of chaos with horses neighing and people screaming.
Of course, thousands of Mongolian cavalry could withstand such a small loss.
Gash's five rounds of shelling did cause some chaotic casualties to the Mongols.
However, there were only twenty-five shells in total, which was still a little too little for thousands of cavalry.
Waves of Mongolian cavalry came rolling in, waving swords.
The overwhelming Mongolian cavalry, like a flood breaking a dike, fiercely impacted the front of the line of infantry.
"First row, raise your gun and shoot!"
"Second row, raise your gun and shoot!"
"Third row, raise your gun and shoot!"
The closer the critical moment comes, the more important the soldiers' discipline and obedience become.
In the voice of Yuzhu's command, the soldiers were like sophisticated killing machines. They reflexively obeyed the command and repeated the same set of killing actions over and over again: raising the gun, shooting, loading, and raising the gun again.
Shoot again, reload.
Amidst the intensive gunfire, accompanied by bursts of shrill shouts and neighing, the Mongolian cavalry charging in front of the infantry formation were like golden fields of ripe wheat being mowed down row after row by combine harvesters.
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When the battle reached its most tense moment, a stray arrow actually passed through Yuzhu's ear, frightening the Goshiha people around him until their faces turned pale.
However, Yuzhu seemed to be alright and still issued volley commands regularly.
"Second row, raise your gun and shoot..."
There was a continuous sound of dense volleys of gunfire, and rows of Mongolian cavalry either screamed and fell off their horses, or died on the spot and rolled off their horses without saying a word.
Those horses that had been shot were either rolling on the ground in a bloody state, or neighing miserably and running wildly in all directions with huge wounds, causing even greater chaos in the Mongolian ranks.
Yuzhu pretended not to have seen the hellish bloody scene, and continued to order ruthlessly, "Third row, raise your gun and shoot!"
Another large piece of white smoke rose up, and the screams and cries of the Mongols were instantly drowned in the volley of flintlock guns.
Under the intensive volley of guns, waves of Mongolians and their horses were swept away as if cut by the scythe of death.
At this moment, on the palace wall of Changchun Garden, Kangxi was also holding a telescope and carefully observing the specific situation on the battlefield.
The Mongolian cavalry who quickly defeated Lao Qi's reinforcements were like a raging flood that burst a dike, slamming into Yuzhu's small team.
However, Kangxi saw clearly that Yuzhu's small team was like a majestic and dangerous peak, smashing the stormy waves that rushed in front of them one by one.
"Si..." Kangxi couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air. There were only 800 people. If there were 8,000 people, how about that?
The old emperor inevitably became suspicious!
Liang Jiugong, who was on the side, noticed the change in Kangxi's demeanor and couldn't help but feel secretly happy. He hurried over to apply eye drops on Yuzhu.
"Master, A Jintai has rebelled, and there is a jade pillar supporting him. If it is a jade pillar..." Liang Jiugong cleverly only said half of the words.
Kangxi was slightly stunned.
Liang Jiugong didn't finish what he said, but his meaning was very clear. If Yuzhu rebelled, wouldn't he want to break the sky?
However, the next moment, Kangxi suddenly realized: If Yuzhu really wanted to rebel, he could just pretend to be stupid and stand still. Why take the huge risk and rush to protect him desperately?
Kangxi did not look at Liang Jiugong and directly ordered: "Drag him down and slap him for thirty years!"
"Hey." Wei Zhu happily accepted the order and ordered his confidant eunuchs to set up Liang Jiugong and drag it under the palace wall.
On the way, whenever Wei Zhu saw the dead dog-like Liang Jiugong, his heart would bubbling with beauty.
Hey, if Liang Jiugong didn't take the opportunity to apply eye drops to Yuzhu, Yuzhu would definitely not be able to continue leading the troops after the chaos subsided.
However, Liang Jiugong acted like a fool at this juncture, thinking that the opportunity to trick Yuzhu had come, so he jumped out on his own initiative.
Liang Jiugong's untimely sow discord made Kangxi think clearly.
At a time when all of his own sons harbored evil intentions, and when the Manchu nobles did not know who was reliable, if Kangxi had treated Yuzhu badly and chilled the hearts of his loyal ministers, who would die for him in the future?
Besides, Yuzhu Tibingbingqinwang, no matter where he went, he sent people back to report the itinerary in detail.
This is clearly a sign of loyalty!
After such an interruption, Kangxi once again raised the telescope and took a closer look. Good guy, Ah Jintai, who had several times more troops than Yuzhu, was defeated!
I saw that the originally majestic Mongolian cavalry threw away their military flags and war drums, turned their horses' heads, and fled.
The Mongolians in the back still charged forward with their horses. The Mongolians in the front turned their horses' heads and wanted to run back.
In the chaos, they bumped into each other, and many people were squeezed off their horses unprepared, and then trampled to pieces by their own horses' iron hoofs.
At this time, Kangxi was surprised to find that a large number of cavalry rushed out from the array of jade pillars, chasing A Jintai's defeated army and killing them fiercely.
Kangxi couldn't help but feel overjoyed and praised: "What a good boy, I didn't cultivate him in vain!"
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