First of all, the Ming army was not defeated unexpectedly.
Secondly, the city of Yangzhou remained unmoved, as if it were an outsider, which ruined Brother Hao's plan in one fell swoop.
For him now, there are only two choices.
Either retreat immediately and quickly return along the road with the help of four legs and night cover.
Or, just turn around and attack and kill as many of these Beijing troops as possible.
He deeply understood that these soldiers and horses were the two flags of the Manchu Khan, the Zhenghuang and Xianghuang, which were the basis of power.
"In this case, I can't go all the way in vain!"
Hauge showed a fierce look: "I would like to see what the strength of the army that once killed Duduo was."
After saying that, he gave an order, and the cavalry made a large circle, and to the surprise of the Ming army, they began to attack from the flank.
"As expected of the Jiannu Cavalry!"
Zhang Changsheng said solemnly: "They know that the weakness of the Musketeers is the waist."
"What a pity, our Beijing camp is different!"
Wu Zhong shook his head and said coldly: "Let them taste the pain today."
"Thousands of times of practice, turning left and right are already engraved in my mind. Now is the time to verify my strength."
Wang Zhen chuckled.
Musketeers are different from other infantry phalanxes in that they are weaker and not thick enough, making them easily penetrated by cavalry.
For example, musketeers who are accustomed to shooting flatly will generally be attacked on the flanks, especially by lightning-fast cavalry, and will easily suffer defeat and disrupt their formation.
Therefore, the protection of a spearman is generally required.
But for the Beijing camp, the soldiers have become accustomed to measuring distances through years of training.
There are almost two feet between the front, back, left and right. Although it looks hollow and thin, it is extremely convenient for changing directions.
So, upon giving an order, the advancing phalanx immediately stopped, and then quickly turned to the left, just like before.
"Damn, how is that possible?"
Hauge was stunned at this moment.
This is definitely not common sense.
Whether it was a phalanx or a musket, whether these could be launched, but almost in the blink of an eye, the advancing phalanx could change direction, and the left wing became the front wing, it was like a fantasy to him.
No matter how elite the Eight Banners infantry is, it will never be like this.
For the previous Ming army, not to mention changing direction, even if they were stopped, it would cause chaos in the phalanx and create gaps.
"preparation--"
With a loud shout, the musketeers concentrated on holding their breath and refilled their gunpowder and ammunition.
After the first row finished firing, the second row came forward, and the cycle repeated. By the time the last row finished firing, the muskets had been fired continuously for nearly half a quarter of an hour.
By the time they stopped and the gunpowder was nearly exhausted, it was already two-quarters of an hour.
Ahead, the corpses of war horses and stubborn Eight Banners soldiers were everywhere.
Hauge also fled with his almost frightened cavalry.
"Is this how the battle is won?"
Wu Zhong was a little surprised, but also a little happy.
After running all night, worrying all night, and relying on me tightly for two quarters of an hour, I turned defeat into victory and redeemed myself. This was so unexpected.
"The Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty are nothing more than that."
Wang Zhen raised her head and said confidently.
In response, Zhang Changsheng curled his lips: "That said, this cavalry has been running all night and defeated two battalions in a row. It is already considered extremely tough."
Gu Tun
"Respect for the enemy is respect for oneself. Otherwise, after being teased all night, wouldn't we become even more clowns?"
At this time, Wu Zhong and Wang Zhen's expressions were condensed, slightly embarrassed.
The irony towards Zhang Changsheng was extremely uncomfortable.
Neither of them wanted to argue, the facts were right in front of them.
"snort!"
Wang Zhen shook her sleeves and turned away.
Wu Zhong wanted to follow him, but he was saved after all, so he could only smile awkwardly and say nothing.
However, he had no hatred for Zhang Changsheng in his heart.
Wu Zhong understood that although the joint operation of the three armies had achieved great success, it was not so pleasant for the court or the emperor.
The Beijing camp is there to protect the capital. Once the armies of several wings are very close and can even join forces at any time, isn't this the biggest threat to the emperor?
Therefore, if the relationship is not good, it is easier to preserve it.
After a night of fear, the emperor finally understood what was going on.
Just as he guessed, Jiannu used the south of the city as a breakthrough, and then continued to attack, even destroying the second camp, and the Beijing camp suffered heavy losses.
The cavalry before the other battalions were all bluffs.
But just like that, he was afraid of the cavalry and was almost defeated by them one by one.
"Your Majesty, according to the information from the prisoners, they came from the east of the canal day and night, one person and three horses, and it has only lasted four or five days."
Zhao Shu compiled the military reports and made a compilation: "During the night, our army suffered tens of thousands of casualties, and a lot of money, food and supplies were damaged, especially the camp in the south of the city, which was almost burned to ashes."
Seeing that the emperor's face became even more ugly, Zhao Shu quickly said:
"However, the results of the battle last night were really good. Seven to eight thousand war horses were captured, and more than five thousand were intact. The number of Jian slaves killed exceeded five thousand."
"Five thousand people?"
Zhu Yixi showed a hint of surprise, but then felt a little unbelievable: "Are they really 5,000 Eight Banners soldiers?"
"After inspection by the Ministry of War, it was indeed an old slave and not a Han soldier who had recently surrendered."
Zhao Shu said seriously.
Although the ratio of casualties to one to two is a bit embarrassing, apart from losing some face, it is really not a bad thing for Ming Dynasty.
After all, the population ratio of the Manchus was there, even if it was one to ten, it was still worthwhile for the Ming Dynasty.
"In addition, Your Majesty, the man leading the cavalry southward is Hauge, the son of the former slave chief Huang Taiji, who was named Prince Su."
"It's actually him?"
The emperor was surprised: "As the deputy of an army, he dared to personally lead the troops to raid Yangzhou. He is really courageous."
"It's a pity that we couldn't keep this person. If we killed a slave king, the morale of our army would be at its peak. The Manchus would be afraid that their troops would be depleted and they would have to retreat."
Lu Daqi showed a regretful expression.
Regarding this, the emperor felt a little better: "Although this battle destroyed some morale, it gave me a wake-up call."
"The Manchu Qing Dynasty will not move forward step by step according to our ideas. For example, who could predict this attack?"
"It is no longer appropriate to react passively on the battlefield, so I prefer to move forward."
"Your Majesty's body of thousands of gold carries the country and the country of the Ming Dynasty on his back. Do not move lightly."
Zhao Shu immediately spoke and put an end to the emperor's thoughts: "You can punish a general and take command of all the armies for the time being. In addition, in view of the incident in Yangzhou, your majesty can return to Nanjing to train and strategize."
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
The other ministers did not agree, but the meaning behind their words was almost the same.
Except for the personal conquests of Taizu, Taizong and Yujia, it is better to play less, the consequences will be too tragic.