With the roaring sound of cannons, iron pellets flew out of the barrel and hit the Mongolian soldiers who were flying towards them. The gunners were also constantly adjusting the wooden sleepers of different thicknesses to adjust the elevation angle of the cannon.
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"fire!"
Following the gunner's command, the small red flag waved, and the gun mounts of each artillery involuntarily jumped backwards. Large bursts of fire and smoke rose, and eight shells larger than fists roared towards the Qing cavalry group.
Eight hot iron balls roared away from the Xuan army's formation and hit the Qing cavalry group hard. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and people and horses fell to the ground constantly, making people neigh.
, causing quite a chaos.
Seeing this situation, Dong Guo could not help but nod secretly in his eyes. Although the artillery equipped by Xuan Dajun was relatively crude compared to the Napoleon artillery equipped by himself, their training was still good.
The distance between the troops was constantly adjusted to the angle and direction of the artillery. Now that the Tatar cavalry was less than 200 steps away from the position, the Crouching Tiger Artillery should also be showing off its power.
Sure enough, Dong Guo soon heard the order from the commander of the artillery battalion in front: "Load the shotgun, the distance is one hundred and seventy steps, and the tiger crouching artillery is ready!"
At this time, the rumbling sound of horse hooves was getting closer. Although the Franco machine gun had dealt a big blow to the Tatars just now, it was a solid bullet after all. It only caused dozens of casualties at most. Compared to the Tatars,
That's still a far cry from the number of two thousand people.
Following the order of the artillery battalion commander, the gunners of the seven tiger squatting guns with a closer range made final corrections to the direction of the already loaded artillery fire, and the medium-sized Franco machine gun that was still firing solid bullets just now also
Starting to load shotgun, bags of iron pellets were poured into the barrel of the gun. After loading, the gunners squared the muzzle. Using this direct firing method to hit the enemy would definitely make it impossible to miss.
To be fair, the riding skills of the Mongolian soldiers are indeed not bad. They are not inferior to the Manchu soldiers and horses, and are even better. However, since the Yuan Dynasty established by the Mongols was destroyed by Zhu Yuanzhang, it once shocked the world.
The Mongolian cavalry, which pointed directly at the Eurasian continent, were once again reduced to a group of free and unorganized herdsmen.
In recent years, the Mongolians who surrendered to the Manchus have been trained and guided by the Manchus. They have indeed improved a lot compared to before, and their loose temperament has also changed a lot. Because of this, they are often used as a source of conflict.
The cannon fodder of the formation, looking at the way they are all holding their bows and arrows, it is estimated that they only need to rush a few dozen steps before they can start shooting.
Looking at the approaching Mongolian soldiers, the expression on Yang Guozhu's face was almost distorted. He used all his strength to shout loudly: "Everyone fire!"
"fire!"
As the gunner in the artillery camp holding a small red flag waved his hand violently, the whole ground seemed to shake. With the deafening sound of the artillery, the artillery camp's fifteen loaded Buddha Wolf machine guns and Tiger Crouching cannons
They all spewed out large streams of fierce smoke and fire.
These artillery pieces were filled with iron pellets or lead bullets the size of little thumbs. Some even used local materials and randomly obtained some stones from the ground and loaded them in. With a loud bang, iron pellets flew all over the sky.
In an instant, it enveloped the entire front line of the position.
Thousands of iron pellets and lead bullets roared towards the Mongolian soldiers in front. They were of different sizes and their flight trajectories were also different, but one thing was the same, and that was their lethality at close range.
Amidst the bursts of shrill howls of horses and humans, the charging Mongolian soldiers seemed to be swept across the sky by an invisible invisible giant hand. The hundreds of Mongolian cavalry rushing at the front performed a collective somersault.
, were all swept off their horses.
As long as they are hit head-on by these densely packed iron pellets, which are as thick as a thumb or a little finger, no matter whether it is a person or a horse, their bodies will be covered with dense blood holes. It will be impossible to survive.
At this time, one by one the Tatars either screamed and fell off the horse, or their bodies rolled off the horse without saying a word. Those horses that were shot were either rolling on the ground in bloody flesh, or screaming miserably, carrying their bodies with them.
Huge wounds, running around wildly.
Looking at these Mongolian cavalry who had suffered fatal blows, Yang Guozhu showed no pity in his eyes. Then he issued another order: "The artillery battalion quickly abandons the artillery and has the crossbows in hand!"
"Clatter!"
The thousand archers who had been waiting for a long time immediately shot their bows and arrows before the panicked Mongolian soldiers could react.
"Swish swish..."
A thousand arrows flew like raindrops at the Mongolian soldiers who were in a mess outside, shooting those Mongolian soldiers who had not reacted into hedgehogs. On the other hand, the Mongolian cavalry were either thrown into a mess or were beaten by their companions.
Blocking the way, the two Mongolian Eight Banners, who originally had 2,000 cavalry when they attacked, now numbered less than 1,000. Such huge casualties and blows had already completely depleted their morale. At this time, they could no longer raise their spirits.
Unable to afford the courage to continue the attack, dozens of the remaining Mongolian soldiers behind had already begun to fight their way around on horseback, preparing to escape. The remaining cavalry no longer posed any threat to this position. Even if a few hundred cavalry barely rushed up, they would not be able to do so.
The only option is to die.
Seeing that he had lost more than a thousand Mongolian soldiers in the charge, Du Du, who was watching the battle from behind, turned pale and murmured: "Xuan Dabing, I underestimate them. I ordered the attack not to pause.
People continue to rush forward, and the auxiliary troops keep up. We must break through that line of defense today!"
At this time, Du Du was anxious. General Yue Tuo had just ordered himself to attack the Ming army's defense line. Moreover, the attack was not as strong as the Qingzhou Army. He lost more than a thousand people in one fell swoop. This loss was not small. If
If he couldn't capture that defense zone, how could he have the dignity to meet General Yang Wu?
"Attack, keep attacking!"
Under Du Du's order, the thousands of auxiliary soldiers who had just followed the Mongolian soldiers also gritted their teeth and rushed forward. They were either riding horses or walking, divided into two teams and rushed forward continuously.
Seeing the seemingly endless offensive of the Qing soldiers, Yang Guozhu's face began to become serious, and he knew that the real test was about to come.
"Where's the artillery? Hurry up and order the artillery to fire!" Seeing the densely packed Qing troops, Yang Guozhu became a little anxious.
"Sir, our artillery has fired more than a dozen rounds just now. It is cooling down now. We cannot fire any more. If we fire any more, there is a risk of exploding the barrel." A general on the side quickly explained to him.
"Hey!" Yang Guozhu hammered his left hand with his right hand angrily, and ordered loudly: "Order the crossbowmen to stand by, and the spearmen and sword and shield men to step forward and prepare to meet the enemy!"
"yes!"
The general was about to give the order when he heard another rumble of cannon fire from the artillery camp!
"Boom boom boom..."
The sudden sound of gunfire made Yang Guozhu jump.
"What the hell is going on? Doesn't it mean that our artillery is still cooling down?"
"This...even the general doesn't know!"
The general was also a little confused. He stood on tiptoe and looked forward. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Sir, this is the artillery battalion of the Qingzhou Army firing. You forgot, didn't General Pang send
Are there more than ten artillery pieces to assist us? Now it's their turn to fire."
"fire!"
"Boom boom boom..."
With the sound of cannons, cannonballs were sprayed out from the camp behind the Ming army. These projectiles flew in the air with traces of red dots that seemed invisible to the naked eye, and rushed towards the front towards Xuanda camp.
The Qing army flew away.
Soon, these projectiles fell to the ground. When they landed on the ground, the Qing soldiers were so frightened that they hurried away from the side in an attempt to avoid these projectiles. But what they didn't expect was that these projectiles were the same as those announced just now.
The projectiles launched by the camp were completely different. As the earth-shattering explosions sounded again, the Qing soldiers around the projectiles were shocked into the sky one by one. The violent explosion shock wave easily tore apart the fragile bodies of the surrounding Qing soldiers, even if
They were protected by armor, but it was of no avail.
Large clumps of flesh, flesh and stumps were thrown into the air, and countless amounts of blood flew in the air, forming pieces of blood-colored smoke.
When these explosions sounded, Dorgon, who was watching the battle further away, couldn't help but trembled. His thoughts immediately returned to the scene when he attacked Jinan City some time ago. It was a nightmare. Countless people who originally seemed to be solid
The shells exploded loudly, and the shrapnel they spattered and the loud noise they made caused many of his Zhengbaiqi warriors to fall down. This nightmare has now appeared here again.
Looking at the falling Qing soldiers in the distance, Dorgon took a breath and whispered to Yue Tuo beside him: "General, you'd better ask Du Du to stop. If we continue to attack like this, it will only increase casualties."
That’s all.”
Yue Tuo turned his head to look at Dorgon and nodded slowly. He was also a veteran general who had experienced battles for a long time. Naturally, he knew that Du Du's troops seemed to still have strength, but if they were to attack like this,
Even if he can capture the Ming army's position, his Zhenghongqi will probably be exhausted, and the Ming army will not just sit around and wait for them to capture the Dongmian position. There are at least ten thousand Ming troops beside them.
He's watching eagerly.
"Okay, let Du Du withdraw!" Yue Tuo could only give this order helplessly. After all, the Qing army was not yet ready to launch a general attack.
"woo woo woo woo........."
The desolate horn sounded in the Qing army's camp. When the Qing army, which was still desperately attacking, heard this sound, they immediately retreated like an ebbing tide. Their speed was no less than that of charging.
Looking at the Qing soldiers retreating one after another, Yue Tuo's mood became heavier and heavier. His intuition told him that this mission, which had not seen Lu Xiangsheng and Pang Gang, was more difficult than he imagined...