On July 17, the Gergesa River was dyed red with blood. The corpses immersed in the water had turned white and swollen, and green-headed flies as big as beans were buzzing around the corpses above the water.
The disgusting maggots are constantly squirming in the rotten wounds.【】
There were so many corpses of men and horses that this section of the river stopped flowing and became a dead river, emitting an unpleasant stench. In the smelly blood water, there were hundreds of fish floating in the water. I don’t know if they were affected by it.
If there was no blood or water, he would still die from the heat and lack of oxygen.
There were discarded weapons and armor everywhere on the shore, and torn flags were stuck on the ground. Occasionally, the Lord's war horses neighed, reminding people that this was still a battlefield and the battle was not over yet.
Bahai, who was seriously injured, had already put the last strength at hand, 1,600 elite cavalry with white flags under the command of Du Fu Xili. He had made a desperate move. He had no choice, because he could not lose.
"General, we can't fight anymore. Retreat. If you don't retreat, it will be too late!"
Lieutenant General Tashik's face was covered with blood, his leather armor was scratched and he could barely hang it on his body. The wound on his left arm was still bleeding. Regardless of the wound still bleeding, he cried and knelt in front of Bahai.
I begged Bahai to withdraw the last few troops and flee back to Ninggu Pagoda, otherwise it would be all over.
The battle was really miserable. Three of Tashik's subordinates, including six hundred cavalry, charged in one round, and more than half of them died. Thinking of the unwilling looks in the eyes of those Eight Banners men, Tashik's heart was as sharp as a knife.
The lofty ideals before the war have long since disappeared. Now they just want to stay as far away from those traitorous troops as possible.
Ta Shik's plea made Bahai furious. Because of his injuries, he could no longer lift the whip to whip this subordinate who wanted to escape. He could only glare at the coward and yell: "Whoever dares to withdraw again will be killed."
This general chopped off his head!"
The battle has reached this point, and it has no meaning for Bahai. There is no hope of winning, but knowing that he is losing and knowing that if he charges again, his entire army will be annihilated, Bahai still decides to charge without hesitation, because he is a
The Manchu warrior who refused to admit defeat, even when he was old, still refused to admit defeat. He did not believe that his elite soldiers of the Eight Banners could really do nothing to the thieves hiding behind the muskets, and he did not believe that the cavalry composed of rabble-rousers could really do nothing.
Can tie with the Eight Banners Soldiers who are the best in the world in cavalry and shooting!
Bahai's eyes were red from death, and Guo Tai behind him was also injured, but like the general, his expression was very firm, and he could not afford to be a coward like Ta Shik. He looked into the distance and was lining up to come here.
As the bandits slowly pressed forward, Guo Tai clenched his teeth tightly and his eyes were filled with the flames of revenge.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
With a ferocious look on his face, Bahai shouted to the frightened generals: "The generals have all been killed, the generals have been killed, the co-leaders have been killed, the co-leaders have been killed with the assistant leaders, all the generals have been killed! Anyone who dares to say retreat will die.
Those who do so will be killed in formation!"
Generals such as Furolo and Tagoshi were struck by Bahan's cold light as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They were not crazy, but they must obey military orders.
That's all, if you want to die, die here, like a Manchu warrior!
A total of 5,800 cavalry were brought from Ninggu Pagoda, but now there are less than 2,000 left. It is impossible not to feel distressed. Looking at the corpses in the Gergesa River, Bahai actually felt pain in his heart and lungs.
.But he couldn't let his subordinates realize his pain. He couldn't let his subordinates have any hope of retreat. He wanted to move forward, he wanted to charge, he wanted to cut off the head of the bandit leader with his own hands, and he wanted to report back to the emperor with his own hands.
Victory's report
"Fu Xili!" Bahai flashed his eyes and suddenly shouted loudly. Because he drank too hard, the injury on his chest moved, and he couldn't help but "hiss".
"The end will be here."
Fu Xili, the commander-in-chief, was fully armored and jumped out of the formation on horseback.
Bahai nodded heavily towards him, "Charge!"
"General!"
Fu Xili seemed to have something to say, but was interrupted mercilessly by Bahai: "Execute the military order!"
Fu Xili showed a painful expression, stared at Bahai for a moment, and finally responded: "Cha!" Pulling the horse's head, he waved to his 1,600 cavalry and shouted: "Attack!"
"Kill!"
One thousand six hundred cavalrymen with white flags roared and charged towards the rebel army on the opposite side along the direction of the deadly battle.
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The shouts of killing from the front were loud, but Zhao Qiang was calm. Standing on his horse, he looked coldly at the Qing army's final blow, his body motionless, and his thoughts were elsewhere. Behind him, "Drive out the Tartars and restore China to us."
The bright yellow flag was fluttering in the wind. In front of him, thousands of muskets from the Guards Division had been raised. The horses of the Cavalry Division were constantly commotion, and the knights on the horses were eager to try.
There is no doubt about the victory. What we have now is just a nation that dares to fight and the bloody men are struggling to their death.
"Come on!"
The Qing army, which had been accelerated to completion, was already crazy. They were as ferocious as beasts, roared like ghosts, and rushed towards the Guards Division of Guanning Army like a tide.
The setting sun is like blood, and blood is better than the setting sun. There are broken blades and broken spears everywhere, and flesh and blood flying everywhere.
"Ready! Release!"
Upon hearing the officer's order, the sergeants and soldiers of the Guards Division instinctively pulled the trigger.
"Bang, bang," a continuous sound of firecrackers sounded, and the Qing soldiers at the front immediately fell to the ground.
"Put it back again."
Qianhu Jiangsi gave the order to fire again in a calm tone, and immediately six hundred fire cymbals fired at the Qing army again.
"The first brigade retreats, the second brigade advances, and the third brigade prepares!"
The three brigades advanced alternately at the sound of the command in Qianhu, like a precise and accurate war machine, advancing at a slow but neat pace.
The "Bang Bang" fire gun was fired again, and the fan-shaped strike surface achieved significant results. Each time it was fired, it could kill dozens or even hundreds of clear soldiers.
The sixth and seventh regiments of the Guards Division were newly built in Shangyang Fort. Most of the soldiers were strong men of various ethnic groups transferred from the old Wu Army and reserve divisions. They had no training at all, and they also used matchlock guns.
They cannot be compared with the first and second-class regiments issued with flintlock guns at all, but at this time, they also exerted a certain degree of combat effectiveness. Although their firepower is not dense enough, the speed of loading and firing is far from enough.
They were not quick, and the shooting effect was much worse, but their barely orderly pace and their actions of advancing and retreating in full compliance with the command already showed the rudiment of discipline and order that only the old alliance had.
After a few more battles, the newly built regiments can be used as the main force. Zhao Qiang's face showed a look of satisfaction. The continuous victories are destined to make every soldier of the Guan Ning Army, whether they are veterans or recruits, feel happy.
There is a sense of pride and hostility. As long as this self-confidence exists, Zhao Qiang believes that Guan Ning's army will get closer and closer to the iron-blooded division he wants.
"The commander-in-chief has an order. Anyone who captures Bahai alive will be promoted to three levels in a row and will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!"