Chapter 63 The decisive battle under the city of Nanjing
Looking at this city, as the southern capital of the Ming Dynasty, its political significance is self-evident.
Suddenly, Zhu Yixi became nervous.
Before he traveled through time, he wanted to show off his talents, uproot China from the age of ignorance, expel barbarism, and join the age of great navigation.
The most important thing is to stop the decline of civilization.
All of this was just an idea before the country was unified, but now, it seems within reach.
It was too fast, so fast that it felt like a dream to him.
For four years, by knowing the general trend of history, he moved forward step by step. But from the moment he arrived in Nanjing, the so-called history no longer had much reference.
"The second year of Hongguang, May 23rd!"
Zhu Yixi was dressed in black clothes, with long hair tied up, and a conspicuous red royal robe. He was not wearing it, but his tall and straight figure was particularly conspicuous.
"Remember this day!"
Zhu Yixi looked back and said, "This is a day worth remembering in history."
Everyone nodded.
But King Yu's nervousness continued.
You Shiwei is not here, Li Jizu is not here, Chen Yongfu is not here...
The only ones who can be called aces are Yan Guochao of the heavy infantry battalion, Li Jingwu of the cavalry battalion, and the firearms battalion. The others, Zhao Guangyuan, Qin Yiming, etc., are nothing more than second-rate.
Against Wu Sangui, he really may not be able to defeat the country.
"Cavalry, this is Wu Sangui's trump card, the Qing army's trump card."
King Yu squinted his eyes and looked at the Ming army landing on the riverside to build a military camp, as well as Wu Sangui and other Qing army camps in the distance, and he began to think in his heart.
Since ancient times, there have been only two ways to deal with cavalry.
When fighting against cavalry, although the cavalry battalion recovered well and was able to defeat the intruders, the Western thieves were not at a disadvantage, but they were slightly inferior to the Guan Ning army.
You know, Wu Sangui's Guan Ningjun is the leader who can fight back and forth against the Eight Banners. If his teammates hadn't been too slow, the Songjin battle might not have been lost.
Therefore, there is only one way now: the infantry forms a formation and resists the cavalry attack.
If they can't hold it back, the army will be doomed.
But if the cavalry cannot break through, the army will be defeated when the horses are exhausted.
"What a pity, Wu Sangui, are you worried about your teammates?"
Zhu Yixi chuckled, extremely confident.
Know yourself and the enemy and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
Fifty thousand soldiers and horses came from Yangzhou, and the top ones were the Eight Banners and the Guanning Cavalry, both of which were the best in the world.
Likewise, as a northerner, May is a very hot month, and war horses are plagued by diseases and the heat and humidity are unbearable, so they will certainly not be able to exert their full strength.
The combat effectiveness needs to be compromised.
Similarly, the other 20,000 people were led by Liu Zeqing's old subordinates Zheng Longfang and Yao Wenchang. They were great at bullying the people, but they were no match for Zhang Xianzhong in fighting.
These 20,000 people are its weakest link.
As for our own side, the weakest ones are Zhao Guangyuan and Qin Yiming who have been guarding Sichuan for many years and lack the baptism of war.
Fifty thousand Sichuan soldiers are in danger.
"Your Highness!"
Wang Yingxiong seemed to have seen the supervisor's gaze, and was shocked. He lowered his head and said, "The Sichuan Army has not experienced fighting for a long time. I'm afraid it won't be able to take on a big job, so let's try to hold off the battle!"
"It doesn't take much to hold on to the formation."
Zhu Yixi shook his head, looking at the sincerity on Wang Yingxiong's face, he said:
"Qin Yiming is timid, Zhao Guangyuan is conservative, and with 20,000 people, you are responsible for leading them to suppress the formation. Don't cause trouble."
"The remaining 30,000 people, watch the ships and guard the camp!"
"Yes!" Wang Yingxiong reluctantly agreed.
He also wanted to stay with the king for a long time! Unfortunately, he couldn't achieve it.
"Rest today and fight again tomorrow."
Zhu Yixi gave the order and the army mobilized, and the camp was repaired in one day.
A few miles away, under Nanjing City, Wu Sangui, like Zhu Yixi, climbed up and looked at the surging Ming army.
His bare head was sore from being exposed to the sun, and his skin was red, almost peeling off a layer of skin.
The long and thin pigtails drooped on the shoulders, looking particularly ridiculous.
On the side, Gushan Ezhen Ye Chen quietly took a step back, Dorobel Lek Dehun, put on a straw hat, and was sweating profusely.
"It's really hot in the south."
Luck Dehun gritted his teeth and said: "Under such circumstances, it will be difficult for the Manchu warriors to fight for a long time."
"Even if a human can bear it, a war horse cannot bear it."
On the side, Wu Sangui squinted his eyes, finally reacted, and said without changing his expression: "We already expected this when we went south."
"The fight must be resolved quickly, without any delay."
Looking around, tens of thousands of Guan Ning's cavalry were hiding in the shade with their shoulders slumped, constantly wiping their bodies with warm water and fanning them to cool them down.
The humid air makes the sun surge, making people feel like they are in a steamer.
The horse's hoofs step on the ground, and the ground has been burned for a long time, causing the horseshoes to heat up extremely, and it is easy to burn the horseshoes.
Therefore, many soldiers had to wrap themselves in a layer of cloth and constantly sprinkle water to cool down.
Climatic factors have greatly reduced their combat power.
Not far away, the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry from further north stuck out their tongues, dissipating heat like wild dogs.
Many people even fainted directly. The smell of herbal medicine in the military camp was endless and permeated. Even in the arrow tower, Wu Sangui could smell it.
"Master Beile, are there only 10,000 of you coming out?"
Wu Sangui sighed inwardly and asked.
"Governor Hong said that those Ming troops who surrendered were no better than young men. It would be dangerous if they defected on the battlefield."
Luck Dehun had some respect for Wu Sangui.
Without him, Wu Sangui's battlefield performance and Guan Ning's cavalry were worthy of his obedience.
As for the title, it is worthless.
"The hundreds of thousands of young people in the city also need these soldiers and horses to suppress them, otherwise it will easily cause trouble."
"That's it!"
When Wu Sangui heard this, he sighed expressionlessly: "Sixty thousand people, just sixty thousand people!"
Although his troops were at a disadvantage, Wu Sangui did not panic at all.
Even if the city of Nanjing fell, the biggest responsibility lies with Hong Chengchou.
Furthermore, in these troubled times, whether it is the Manchu Qing Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty, what they respect most is strength.
As long as his troops are still there, he will not be punished.
On the contrary, both parties are still vying to win over him.
It's a pity that my wife is in Beijing, otherwise it would not be impossible to surrender to the King of Yu.
With emotion in his heart, Wu Sangui saw that he could not find an opportunity for a sneak attack, so he stopped no longer and went straight down from the arrow tower to inspect the military camp.
Ye Chen stepped forward, saw Luck Dehun and said, "Master Beile, how should we fight this battle?"
"How to fight?" Luckard said with a solemn face, "I guess it won't be easy to fight. Our Eight Banners together can only have ten thousand people, and we will eventually have to rely on Wu Sangui's power."
As he spoke, he glanced at the city of Nanjing and whispered: "There are very few Eight Banners disciples. During a war, the most important thing is to preserve your strength and not to show off your strength."