Azig frowned, feeling quite embarrassed when he saw the watertight camp formation.
No wonder he is like this.
When he went south in the past, the Ming troops in the south of the Yangtze River were all in rags, with few pairs of armor, and only shotguns to maintain their dignity.
But today's Ming army wears more than 50% armor, and there are even burly soldiers wearing heavy armor, and they are menacing.
The French cannon is extremely conspicuous, and the musketeers lined up are even more uniform, with a strong aura of elite soldiers.
Of course, their disadvantages also exist. Less than half of their own cavalry is enough for them to take the initiative.
"Look, that's a long musket!"
At this time, Jierhalang, who was standing aside, had a solemn expression, pointing at the guns in front of the Ming army and saying: "When we were in Huai'an, our army sent out heavy infantry wearing triple armor, but they were still defeated by them."
"I have never seen a musket of this type."
"Two people carry it?"
Azig touched the beard on his chin and fell into deep thought: "Then according to your situation, the main force of the Ming army is this long musketeer?"
"That's not all!" Jirhalang said with a solemn expression: "They also have a larger musketeer, which does not need to be fired. The automatic musket is more than twice as fast as an ordinary shotgun."
"Subsequently, its formation changed, retreating forward and retreating, with an endless stream of muskets. They could not stop until they ran out of ammunition."
"But by then, I'm afraid no one in the former army will be spared."
Speaking of this, Jierhalang was still frightened.
Hauge on the side had no choice but to nod at this time and said: "At that time, more than half of the heavy armored infantry was lost. Then the Ming army's heavy armor attacked, and our front army collapsed."
"I made a few, and I wanted those red-haired monks to imitate them. Unfortunately, the Ming army arrived too quickly, and they almost succeeded."
Jierhalang said with regret on his face.
"If we want to imitate, there will be plenty of time in the future, but this time we can't go head-to-head. We have to preserve our strength."
Azig squinted his eyes, looked at the huge Ming army formation, and whispered: "It's time for the Mongols to have a taste. They laughed so loudly last night, let them have a look today."
Although the Khalkha Mongols and Chahar Mongols took into account the face of the Qing army, they were honest people and could not hide their secrets. They would reveal them completely after drinking some wine.
They even claimed that after the Manchus entered the Pass, they changed their behavior and feared the Han people like tigers.
This made Azig extremely angry yesterday. If he hadn't still thought about the Mongols' contribution, he would have chopped them up long ago.
At the same time, from the attitudes of these Mongolians, he could see that they were no longer as respectful to the Qing Dynasty as they had been in the past, and that they were alienated from the Qing Dynasty.
Therefore, this battle is to teach the Mongols a lesson and weaken their strength, so as to better maintain the unity of Manchuria and Mongolia.
"These Tatars should learn a lesson."
Jierhalang nodded, showing a trace of solemnity.
"Uuuuuu——"
Azig couldn't wait to raise his head, and instantly the whimpering horn sounded louder, and hundreds of cowhide drums were continuously beaten, making a deafening sound that went straight into the sky.
The clouds in the sky seemed to be moving faster, trying to make room for the hot sunlight for these humans.
At this time, a flock of birds were startled in the wheat fields in the distance. While the farmers were trembling, they couldn't wait to enjoy the snacks, but no one knew they would be able to live in peace.
The entire battlefield suddenly became noisy at this moment.
"An Da, don't worry, I will teach you a lesson from these Han people and avenge you Manchus."
The Mongolian Taiji on the side was patting his chest, and his braids were swaying on his round head.
Azig said with a smile in proficient Mongolian: "My Mongolian Anda is the best warrior in the world. He will definitely be able to defeat those Han people who are like cattle and sheep and flee."
"Hahaha!"
The Mongolian nobles laughed cheerfully one by one, and the riding whips in their hands twitched faster.
The Manchu nobles also laughed in agreement and kept praising him. For a time, the Mongolians became more and more energetic.
On Li Jizu's side, he found that the Qing army's military formation was very strange.
Of course he had read the tactical notes of the Battle of Huai'an commanded by the emperor.
This is the handiwork of the Chief of Staff.
The main responsibility of the Staff Department, which has a hundred people, is to provide military advice to the emperor, provide a large number of feasible plans, and estimate various risks.
Of course, the Military Academy is also under the jurisdiction of the Staff Department.
To put it bluntly, it is mainly the role of military advisor.
And if there is no war, in order to prevent them from being abandoned, the emperor asked the staff to summarize the classic battles over the years.
Even, in order to better express themselves, they will draw drawings and analyze the advantages and disadvantages one by one.
The tactical notes were only open to general soldiers and above, so Li Jizu naturally read them several times.
"There are no heavy armored infantry, and the cavalry is not wandering around. Instead, they stand straight and prepare for a frontal fight. This has never happened in the Battle of Luoyang or the Battle of Huai'an..."
Li Jizu felt a little uneasy and spoke.
Chen Yongfu on the side was staring ahead, watching the Qing army's phalanx preparing to find flaws. After hearing Li Jizu's words, he calmly said:
"Commander Li, look carefully. Most of these cavalry are Tatars."
"Yes, it's Tatars!"
Li Jizu calmed down and smiled: "Although it is a new tactic, if you come here so recklessly, I am afraid you are going to die."
The formation of the Ming army remained roughly unchanged, with spearmen and fusiliers in the front, heavy infantry in the center, and shield bearers and pikemen on the left and right wings.
The rear army was dominated by Guan Ning's cavalry and cavalry battalion, with the total number of cavalry exceeding 30,000.
But compared with the Qing army, it was slightly insufficient.
This time, 70% of the Qing army was cavalry, reaching a size of 50,000. With the addition of 20,000 Mongolian cavalry, the total exceeded 70,000.
Even those infantry are also mounted infantry and can mount their horses and escape from the battlefield at any time.
Although Li Jizu and Chen Yongfu did not understand its meaning, they knew that the Qing army's fighting spirit was not strong and they would win this battle.
"Rumble--"
In the blink of an eye, a group of Mongolian cavalry rushed towards the vast battlefield.
Their heads were swung with braids, and they kept roaring, waving various weapons, holding the horse's belly tightly with their legs, and looking relaxed yet fierce.
Compared with the Jiannu, the riding skills of the Mongolian Tatars were even better.
"However, in today's world, where is the place for the Mongols?"
Li Jizu said confidently.
"Today, let the stinky Tatars witness the power of the Ming Dynasty."
After saying this, he waved his arms fiercely.
Immediately, the flag was waved, and the former army learned the news instantly.
"Fill the gunpowder and shoot in eighty steps -"
Following the shouts, the front troops were instantly in position.
The person in front of him knelt down on one knee, and the person in the back aimed to fill the gunpowder and took out a fire stick from his arms.
"One hundred steps, ninety steps, light the fire——"