Listening to the war songs coming from the opposite side, he felt the growing morale of the Ming army. Although Du Du had not read any books, he also knew that if the morale of the Ming army continued to increase like this, it would be difficult to fight today's battle.
Du Du immediately stood up without thinking, clasped his fists at Yue Tuo and Dorgon and said: "General, Prince Rui, Han Dog is so arrogant. We must not allow him to continue to be so arrogant. We should send a group of warriors to thwart them."
Their spirit."
Yue Tuo and Dorgon looked at each other and nodded in unison. Although Du Du had a rude temper, he still had a good military vision and knew that they could not allow the other party to continue to be so arrogant.
Yue Tuo then nodded and said: "In that case, please send a group of warriors to attack from the east. You must teach them a lesson so that they know how powerful our Qing warriors are!"
After hearing this, Du Du said with some dissatisfaction: "General, wouldn't it be better to attack from the north? Wherever the area is narrow and flat, it is easier to open a gap."
"No!" Yue Tuo shook his head and said: "Although the terrain in the north is the gentlest, the defenses are also the tightest. If my prediction is correct, Pang Gang's troops must be guarding there. Let's not fight head-on with him for the time being.
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"Scum!"
After hearing the military orders and having a bad temper, Du Du had no choice but to accept the orders and leave.
Du Du received the military order and led more than 8,000 red flag men under his command to the east. Looking at the Ming army that was waiting in full formation in front, he called over a Jia La Zhangjing and shouted sternly: "Mahaga, your headquarters
There are a thousand soldiers and horses, now I will add another thousand soldiers and horses to you, you go and tear open the Ming army's defense line in front of me, can you do it?"
Mahaga is a Jia La Zhangjing of the Zhenghong Banner of the Eight Banners of Mongolia. The number of Mongolian Eight Banners is slightly smaller than the number of Manchu Eight Banners. On average, each Jia La has only about a thousand people, and its strength is relatively weaker.
Some.
Mahaga looked at the dense iron thorns, horses, low walls, crossbows and other sharp weapons in front of him. He swallowed before replying: "Master Beile, my servants are too few. Should I add more people to my servants?"
Du Du was angry and shouted angrily: "You dog slave, can't you break through the defense line of Han dogs with two thousand people? Could it be that you want Ben Beile to go into battle by himself? You are so cowardly and afraid of fighting. You have ruined us all.
In honor of the warriors of the Qing Dynasty, you immediately lead the charge, lead the troops into battle, and wash away your shame with your blood!"
Mahaga's face turned green and white. Naturally, he couldn't refuse, otherwise he would have his head chopped off on the spot. Especially for a Mengbaqi like him, who would end up being cannon fodder. Now he could only pray for the future.
The Ming army was not the Qingzhou army, and it didn't have any powerful firearms.
Looking at the disdainful looks from around him, Mahaga had to face it no matter how reluctant he was.
As the horns sounded in the Qing army's camp, Mahaga slowly came to the front of the battle with two thousand Mongolian soldiers. Although these Mongolian Eight Banners were not Qing Eight Banners, they were fully equipped with armors and weapons.
Behind them there was a group of men and horses, but the appearance of this group of men and horses was very different from that of the Mengba Banner. They were all wearing cotton armor with iron leaves inside, and thick copper nails were nailed on the cotton armor.
They wear tall black helmets with red tassels. The horses are equipped with all kinds of long and short weapons. Those horse soldiers are wearing two layers of heavy armor and holding long spears and halberds. The horses are also equipped with all kinds of heavy short weapons and have strong bows.
There are all kinds of arrows. This team is directly affiliated with Dudu's Alihachaoha camp.
The Aliha Chaoha camp was later the Qing Dynasty's heroic cavalry camp. The leader was the commander of each banner, and the soldiers were composed of Aliha Chaoha soldiers (i.e., the vests in the armored men. Later changed to the heroic cavalry). There were Ali in the eight banners of Manchu, Mongolia and Han.
Hachaoha camp is the main force of the Manchu, Mongolian and Han Eight Banners.
There are more than a thousand soldiers from the Alihachaoha Battalion. Their mission is to rush forward and deliver the final blow to the enemy when necessary. Of course, they also serve as supervisors of the battle team.
The Alha Chaoha Battalion is also the most elite unit under Du Du at the moment. As for the even more elite Bagala Battalion, even Dorgon and Yue Tuo don't have many.
The faces of these vests from Alihachaoha Camp all have a look of pride on their faces. They are all veterans who have experienced many battles. Naturally, they will not take the ordinary Ming army in front of them seriously.
Go ahead, they all have arrogant looks on their faces. There is also a strong evil spirit in each other's eyes.
In their view, this is a battle whose outcome has been determined long ago. They have no chance to play at all. They just need to do the easy part-time job of supervising the battle team.
Beside the Alihachaoha camp, there were more than two thousand auxiliary soldiers of various types following with various weapons, ready to rush up when the Mongolian soldiers charged, take the opportunity to tear apart the opponent's defense line, and then
Destroy the enemy camp in one fell swoop.
It can be seen that although Du Du has a bad temper, he is still quite methodical in fighting.
Amidst the sound of the horn, the Qing soldiers slowly rode forward, and two thousand cavalry slowly approached the east of the Ming army's camp. Pang Gang saw it in the telescope from a distance, and couldn't help but worry: "Oh no, they are heading towards
They are heading towards the Xuan camp, I wonder if General Yang can resist it."
Thinking of this, Pang Gang quickly ordered the messenger beside him: "Go to the artillery camp immediately and tell General Dong to prepare artillery support for General Yang. If necessary, you can also mobilize the artillery on our defense line.
past."
"Yes!" The ordering soldier took the order and left.
At this time, on the Xuan Army's defense line, Yang Guozhu and the generals looked at the Qing army surging in front, with solemn expressions on their faces, and heavy breathing could be heard from time to time. This was a sign that he knew everyone was nervous.
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At this moment, Yang Guozhu no longer had any fear in his heart, but he was very angry. The Qing soldiers had been attacking his defense line since the beginning, but there was no movement from Hu Dawei and Pang Gang. Could it be that Yang Guozhu was just a soft persimmon who could attack Tatars casually?
Can you handle it?
Just when Yang Guozhu was angry, the Mongolian soldiers led by Mahaga also began to charge. The sound of hooves was like thunder, and two thousand cavalry were rolling towards them like a flood that burst a dike. It was as if there was only thunder left in the world.
"Artillery ready!"
Although Yang Guozhu's camp was not equipped with modern artillery like Pang Gang, it also had eight Folangji medium-sized artillery pieces and seven Tiger squatting cannons.
At this moment, there are several gunners squatting next to these artillery pieces, ready to listen to orders to fire artillery pieces. Although the Qing soldiers are still far away from them, they can already feel the rumble of horse hooves approaching them step by step. They hide in the low wall bunker.
The people behind them couldn't help but look a little pale at this moment. They just regretted that the deep trenches they dug yesterday were too shallow and narrow, and they wished they could dig more trenches.
The gunner who was leaning on the low wall and responsible for observation kept reporting the distance of the Qing army, "Five hundred steps, four hundred and fifty steps, three hundred and fifty steps..."
Finally, the commander at the artillery position ordered: "Fire!"
"Boom boom boom..."
There was a dull sound unique to the Folangji. The Mongolian cavalry who were working hard to charge only saw dazzling red lights flashing behind the Ming army's defense line in front, followed by a large column of white smoke rising into the sky, and then they saw a
A fiery iron ball whirled and flew towards them.
The iron bullets of the medium-sized Folang machine gun are as thick as the mouth of a eating bowl. Driven by the kinetic energy of the gunpowder, whether it hits a horse or a person, it will smash a big hole in the object, and it can even break a person's body.
The body was broken into two parts, and almost no one survived after being shot. The most frightening thing was when the projectile did not hit the human body, but hit the hard ground, and then the projectile would hit the ground.
The ground is beating irregularly, and this kind of irregular damage is really hard to guard against.
The eight Folan artillery pieces were a bit small for the two thousand charging cavalry, but the dense charging formation of the Mongolian soldiers was the best target. Even if they opened further, they would still be hit by several projectiles.
Hit the target.
Although a charging Mongolian soldier leaned down, he was still hit in the head by a projectile. The companion next to the Mongolian soldier only heard a crisp sound, like the sound of a watermelon splitting.
, although his body was still charging with the war horse, the cavalryman's head suddenly disappeared.
A large stream of blood sprayed into the sky like a fountain, turning dozens of surrounding companions into bloody men. Another projectile hit a pointer who was roaring and shouting slogans to order his companions to attack.
Bashiku's chest, even though Fende Bashiku wore three layers of heavy armor, was still as fragile as a thin piece of paper in front of the rapidly approaching projectiles. Only a muffled sound of "pop" was heard.
The originally burly body of this Fende Bashiku suddenly lost a lot of weight.
In the blink of an eye, the original upper body had disappeared, leaving only the lower body still hanging on the horse's back relying on inertia. After a while, it fell down and crashed into the dust rising around it, and was immediately swept away.
The surging hooves trampled the horse into a pulp.
When cavalry charges, the most feared thing is falling off the horse. As long as the cavalry falls off the horse, he will be hit by the companions following him. The companions will not rein in their horses to save the lives of the companions in front. If
In that case, they will also be hit to death by their companions further behind. In order to survive, the people behind will rush forward without hesitation and trample their companions in front into a pulp.
With the continuous firing of artillery, dozens of Mongolian soldiers have been knocked off their horses, and there are even more people injured by projectiles.
There are also people with quick eyesight and quick hands. A vest saw a black projectile flying towards him. He reacted quickly and turned his head to the side in time. The projectile seemed to rub his nose and flew past. It seemed that nothing was wrong, but then he felt a burst of pain.
Severe pain was transmitted to the nerves of his brain. It turned out that the left half of his face had been shattered by the projectile, and even his teeth were completely missing. Then his shrill screams shook the surroundings...