Li Laiheng showed a proud smile. Fang Yiren's design was very clever. His pre-war preaching and oaths had pushed the morale of the Shun army to a new peak.
Although the Qing army's trench defense line seemed solid, after many failed sieges, the Qing army could no longer continue to attack the city with confidence under the threat of the Shun Army field corps, and its morale also declined again and again.
As the saying goes, one can make great progress, then it will weaken, and three times it will be exhausted.
By this time, the strategic initiative between the Qing and Shun armies had completely changed hands, and Li Laiheng finally fully enjoyed the pleasure of having the overall situation under control.
He put the flowered horse sword back into the scabbard wrapped in tiger skin around his waist. Fang Yiren, Gu Junen, Liu Fangliang, Guo Junzhen, Hao Yaoqi, Zhang Pili, Li Shiwei...
Many people were waiting beside the King of Jin. Li Laiheng looked around again. Gao Yigong was at Tongguan. Although the rear army did not have an advantage over the Qing army, it was supplemented by Miao Lichen and He Zhen, blocking the way.
Wu Sangui was not a problem, and the Daxi Army threatened Wu Sangui's rear, so Li Laiheng estimated that Guanxi would not be a problem.
Chen Yongfu and Jiang Quan are both calm veterans. Both of them are bold and careful people. After Jiang Quan jumped left and right several times, he has completely fallen into the Shunjun camp. Whether it is for justice or personal gain, Jiang Quan
We must firmly defend Taiyuan.
Although the Taishan Defense Line lacks a commander to coordinate the entire army, the Azige East Route Army itself is not too strong. The elite soldiers and generals of the Shandong Qing Army are concentrated under Dorgon, including Dang Shousu, Ren Jirong, and Ma Baosan.
If two armies join forces to block Mount Tai, there will be no big problem.
According to the military information sent from the rear, the three armies of Liu Rukui, Liu Tichun, and Li Polu left more than 10,000 men to defend the four prefectures in Hebei Province, and they were also rushing towards the Xuzhou area. This army numbered about 20,000 people.
Further back, Chen Xin from Hubei and Niu Quan from Henan organized more than 10,000 militiamen to be sent to the front line. It would probably take a little longer to arrive at the battlefield. As the second batch of reinforcements, the time was just right.
Li Laiheng stretched out his right hand, feeling the cool breeze blowing slightly in front of the battlefield, and he laughed:
"Leshan, has spring arrived?"
Fang Yiren also smiled reservedly: "Winter is gone and spring is coming back."
More than 80,000 capable soldiers of the Dashun Army have already formed their fighting teams. The morning sun has fully risen, and the day of decisive battle has begun.
Li Laiheng wiped away the muddy water on his face with both hands. The muddy feeling reminded him of the past when he was a civilian husband in Zhuxi County, and he thought:
"As a man who fell down on the road, he has reached this point in five years. Is this the result of God's will or manpower?"
Zhang Jiayu, an official of the Ming Dynasty who returned to the army and joined the army, was one of the most famous figures among the ministers. He was young and energetic, and was not as mature and prudent as the two ministers of the Song Dynasty, Qijiao and Gong Zhen. He said straightly:
"Da Shun is the destiny of heaven, but the hegemony of the King of Jin is the result of divine and wise manpower. God's will and manpower are all in our army, and we can wipe out the sea in one fell swoop, today."
These words made Li Laiheng feel a little laughable. He himself saw it most clearly and knew how today's situation was created. Therefore, after Zhang Jiayu's words, his psychological pressure was completely released, and he suddenly felt more relaxed.
Li Maoheng took the broken arrow that King Lao Chuang often used when commanding battles, and presented it to King Jin with both hands.
After Li Laiheng took the arrow, he waved it in front of his eyes and ordered:
"The forward Qingqi set off first to reconnoiter the Qing army's trench positions. The task of harassment... Master Liu, harass the enemy so that the Donglu can't take care of their defense line. This depends on the power of the three walls of the left army."
Liu Fangliang laughed confidently and calmly: "Hahaha! Leave it to me! These remnants of the Tatars are no longer a match for the Dashun Army."
In this battle, Liu Fangliang personally led the cavalry team. In addition to the three wall cavalry of the left army, Li Laiheng also assigned all the Yulin knights from the central army to Liu Fangliang's command.
Led by Liu Fangliang, the most prestigious fighting general among the old brothers in the camp, I believe that in a cavalry battle, the Shun army will not have any disadvantage against the enemy.
"Xiong Li, I leave the overall coordination and command to you."
Guo Junzhen was given the task of being the commander-in-chief of the former enemy. Countless huge infantry phalanxes were slowly advancing. After the elite infantry of the palace army was brought to Xuzhou by Fang Yiren, they rested for a whole day and night. Now they are completely ready.
Battle preparation.
The Ting army, equipped with the new type of flintlock muskets, rarely arranged in a square formation, but stretched into a long strip. The line looked much thinner than the Qing army's musketeers, but it was also much longer.
The gunmen of Tingjun, who have received rigorous volley training, are silent. Their military discipline is several times stricter than that of other close combat infantry. Even the footsteps of the team are highly consistent as they advance.
A dark blue battle line with few breaks in the middle. Everyone was shouting one, two, one in a low voice, and stepped forward in response to the officer's whistle.
Li Laiheng nodded with satisfaction, and finally swung the remaining arrow downwards vigorously.
Immediately, many advocates raised their conch shells and horns, and the charge trumpets of the Dashun Army, which were already famous among the Tatars, also rang loudly.
Toot-toot-toot-toot!
Woo——
Woo——
"go ahead!"
Guo Junzhen gave an order, and the infantry phalanx and Ting army formed a line. After the cavalry team set off, the whole army attacked. Tens of thousands of people stepped on the ground. Although it is reasonable to say that it is shocking, it is not as good as the battle of Huolu.
There were a large number of people at that time, but because of the solemn military discipline, these stampedes resonated, and a roar almost shook the Qing army's camp on the opposite side.
The non-commissioned officers who ride on horses, follow behind, and walk among the crowd, their status is lower than that of ordinary officers, but higher than that of soldiers. They are the greatest helpers in restraining formation and military discipline.
The non-commissioned officers all had a whistle made of bamboo hanging around their necks. Along with the rhythmic whistle, the soldiers could feel the highly consistent rhythm of the entire army in silence.
As combat engineers who are powerful tools for breaking formations, the scale of the Gundam target has expanded to 8,000 people. These extremely tall grenadiers have all the equipment needed to break through civil fortifications:
Lasso, hand axe, dagger, shovel, hoe, ten thousand enemies...
The grenadiers strode forward, followed by the non-commissioned officers on the left and right sides of the team who were restraining the formation and discipline, blowing very rhythmic whistles, and then whispered to a recruit who looked very nervous beside him:
"What are you afraid of? Gaobiao beat Jierhalang to death in Shenzhou, and he can beat Dorgon to death today. What are you afraid of?"
The recruit was very tall and tall, about a head taller than the average person. But he had never participated in a large-scale battle like today, so his palms were naturally filled with sweat, and he spoke with a little vibrato:
"Commander...Commander, how many people are there in the Tatars? Why are there so many flags behind the trench? Can we win?"
During the interval between whistles, the commander sneered disdainfully in the face of the new army's doubts:
"What's so great about the Tatars? I chopped off several real Manchurian heads in Shenzhou. I really don't understand why people in the world are so afraid of Manchurians.
I heard that as soon as the Ming army saw the Manchurian soldiers, they would immediately turn around and flee. Can a few hundred real Manchurians break a city and attack a state? It’s funny! I’ve chopped off the heads of so many real Manchurians, why aren’t the Tatars so powerful?
?
Tatars can only boast, but you are afraid of a bird!"
The recruit asked: "How come you are still the commander-in-chief after killing so many real Manchurians? Why haven't you been promoted to a senior official?"
The manager's face turned red and he cursed again:
"Why the hell are you talking so much? Stop dawdling, follow the big team and listen clearly to the whistles and orders. Why are you talking so much? Just walk, walk, walk."