The iron projectiles fired by the shotguns suddenly dominated the battlefield, knocking more than a thousand horse-armored soldiers in the front row to the ground in an instant.|2 Even if the horse-armored soldiers were wearing two layers of iron armor, the iron projectiles could pierce both layers of armor.
The line in front of the Tatars' arrow formation suddenly spattered with blood, like red fireworks blooming everywhere.
This cannonball bombardment can be said to be the most horrific massacre of this era. The Tatars were suddenly shocked by the lethality of the cannon, and their charge slowed down a bit.
However, just a few seconds after the Manchu and Qing cavalry soldiers in the front row hesitated, Jierhalang, who was charging in the formation, blew the conch horn to continue the charge.
A huge dragon flag with a blue background and red edges was raised high by Jierhalang's guards, announcing to all the Qing warriors who were rushing into the formation: Jierhalang, the owner of the blue flag, was at the forefront of the front line.
, are charging together with other warriors.
Following Jierhalang's personal blowing of the conch horn, the messengers beside Jierhalang also blew the conch horn. Seven or eight horns sounded simultaneously across the several-mile-long battlefield, and the Manchus were shocked by the cannon shells.
The soldiers seemed to have been given a shot of chicken blood, and they mustered up the courage to rush towards the zigzag formation ahead.
Li Zhi saw Jierhalang boosting the morale of the Manchu soldiers and snorted coldly.
"Zu Dashou, which slave is that?"
Zu Dashou clasped his fists and said: "My lord, that is Prince Zheng Jierhalang, the leader of the Tatar Trianled Blue Banner."
Li Zhi looked at Jierhalang's position and felt that Prince Zheng's position was quite forward. There were only four or five layers of troops in front of him. Jierhalang probably felt that this position would not be shot by sharpshooters.
In the middle, but far enough forward to inspire the courage of other soldiers.
Jierharang didn't know how powerful Li Zhi's cannon was.
Li Zhi waved his riding crop and said: "Zhong Feng, go up and direct the cannonballs to fire continuously and kill Jirharang who is guarding the formation."
Zhong Feng nodded and rode quickly to the artillery to command the artillery that was loading.
The Qing soldiers' front arrow formation quickly advanced and rushed all the way to a distance of 170 meters from the Huben Army. At this distance, the ordinary rifles of the Tiger Army soldiers were still unable to penetrate the Tatars' double-layered armor. In front of the formation
The ones who hunted the Tatars were still sharpshooters who aimed at the Tatars' heads and shot them in the head.
However, there was a new company commander who was too nervous. This company commander happened to be facing Jierhalang, the leader of the blue flag, who was rushing towards him. It was probably the dozen or so conch horns that were blown in succession that scared him, and he made a mistake.
Before the Tatars in front of him could reach the killing range of 120 meters, he waved his command sword and said, "Shoot!"
The forty soldiers in the first row of this company fired in unison at the heavily armored Tatars 150 meters away. I saw only the Tatars in front of them were stunned one by one. Suddenly, more than twenty people were killed by the soldiers.
Rifle shot.
But the bullet still cannot break through two layers of heavy armor at this distance. Even if it can break through the heavy armor by chance, it will not have the kinetic energy to tear the muscles under the skin. The Tatars who were shot were only shaken, and there was no obstacle.
He sat up straight again and continued to charge forward.
Jirharang laughed heartily when he saw this scene.
"Kill! Charge into Li Zhi's army!"
The Tatars around him were inspired by the prince and shouted:
"kill!"
"kill!"
The seven or eight messengers around Jierhalang blew the horns again. The desolate conch trumpet sounded again on the entire battlefield, and together with the constantly swaying blue flag inlaid with the dragon flag, it once again inspired the people.
Sixty thousand cavalry charged forward.
However, at the moment when the conch horn sounded, Li Zhi's heavy artillery fired again.
Ninety-two cannons bombarded the charging Tatar cavalry indiscriminately, killing more than a thousand Tatars in an instant.
However, the eight cannons opposite Jilhalang did not fire at the same time. Instead, they fired two by two. The first two cannons aimed at the soldiers in front of Jilhalang and fired. Six hundred iron pellets were fired at the soldiers on the two floors in front.
, beat these Tatars to a bloody pulp in an instant.
When the shot Tatars fell to the ground, two more cannons opened fire. This time, the shotgun shells still hit the soldiers in front of Jilhalang, weakening Jilhalang's cavalry human shields by two layers.
Zhong Feng wanted to use shotguns from relay fire to kill all the soldiers in front of Jierhalang and kill Jierhalang, Prince Zheng of the Qing Dynasty.
The soldiers in the front layers were suddenly killed by shotguns, and Jierhalang was almost exposed in front of the battle. The guards around Jierhalang became more excited, and they suddenly pulled the rope of Jierhalang's horse, and forcibly pulled him.
Ji'erhalang's horse stopped. Several white-armored soldiers rushed to the front of Ji'erhalang, regardless of their lives, and blocked Prince Zheng's body with their own bodies.
The last four cannons opened fire, and the four cannons fired canisters towards Jilhalang.
However, the iron pellets of the shotgun shot at the white-armored soldiers. Several white-armored soldiers were penetrated by the pellets, with several large holes dripping with blood appearing in their bodies. They died screaming in front of Jilharang's horse.
Jierhalang was lucky and was not killed.
Jirharang looked at the white-armored soldiers who died for him with a pale face, and for a moment he didn't know whether to improve or retreat.
When Zhong Feng saw that none of the eight cannons killed Jierhalang, he waved his fist angrily and cursed: "You are a thief who has a lot of luck."
But the moment Zhong Feng cursed, a bloody flower bloomed on Jierhalang's head.
The figure of this Taqing prince really attracted the attention of sharpshooters. Although the cannon shot failed to kill him, all the obstacles in front of him were destroyed by the cannon. At the moment when he hesitated to advance or retreat,
A bullet was fired from nowhere, stably piercing the armor and entering his right ear.
The bullet entered through the ear, penetrated Jilhalang's skull, and came out from the back of his head.
Jirharang lost his life all of a sudden, fell off his horse with a thud, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
At the Central Military Department of the Huben Army, Zu Dashou shouted excitedly and loudly said to Li Zhi: "My lord, the Tatar Puppet Prince Jierhalang has been beaten to death!"
Li Zhi nodded.
At the Central Military Department of the Qing Dynasty, Dorgon stood in the telescope and saw Jierhalang who died in the battle, his face turned pale.
Unexpectedly, Jierhalang died in battle so quickly, and was killed by Li Zhi's sharpshooter.
However, Dorgon had no time to grieve for Jierhalang, because the Qing cavalry rushed within 120 meters of the Huben army, and the most brutal massacre began.
The crackling gunshots merged into a thunderous roar. More than 3,000 rifles were aimed at the Tatar cavalry who were close at hand, and the triggers were pressed. The blood flowers were like azaleas covering the mountains in spring.
The heavy armored cavalry in the front row bloomed and shot into the air one hundred and twenty meters away, forming a blood mist.
The smell of blood was so strong that it seemed to be overflowing from the air.
In just a few seconds, more than 3,000 riflemen in the first row finished shooting, and the heavy armored cavalry in the front row of the Tatars were almost completely wiped out. They all fell in front of the formation like rows of mahjong being pushed down.
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There were so many fallen cavalry and horses that they blocked all the roads, causing the cavalry behind them to lose their way forward.
