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Chapter 840 Long live my emperor

"Long live my emperor!"

On the west bank of the Kur River, outside the city of Kurkarawusu, Chen Twelve held a spear eight feet high and wore a breastplate. He led a battalion of 500 lancers as the vanguard of the Ming army, tearing apart the defense line of the Junggar army for the troops.

The Kur River was called Black Water in the Tang Dynasty. During the Tang Dynasty, a black water guard was set up here. At this time, there was a small town of the Junggar people in Kur Kara Wusu, which was the logistics base for the previous attack on Manas. The city was very small.

The Junggar people did not stand alone in the city, but formed formations outside the city to meet the enemy.

"Long live my emperor!"

The lancer battalion erupted into roars. Each of them wore a shiny breastplate and a gorgeous cloak on his back.

The black-painted Zhangba spear is their signature equipment.

Chen Twelve, formerly a poor man in Yongcheng, Henan Province, made a living by harvesting wheat and carrying labor for others. He joined the Red Spear Club and became a military officer with the national surname Zhu Zhongyi. Now, he has become a standard commander of the cavalry.

One bid and two battalions of cavalry, awarded the title of General Xuanwei from the highest rank.

From Zhu Zhongyi's midshipman officer to the cavalry standard commander, there is still a big difference between the adjutant and the chief officer. These are all achieved through his hard work.

At this moment, as the commander-in-chief, he personally led the lancer battalion to charge forward.

The Junggars were proud of their ability to ride and shoot, so they wanted to engage in a cavalry battle with the Ming army outside the city, but the Ming army showed no weakness.

"The cuirassiers charge and break the formation, the hussars attack and pursue!"

There were many cavalrymen in the imperial camp of the Ming Dynasty. At the beginning, special cavalry units were set up. Later, they established a large army town and incorporated the cavalry and artillery units into the town association. They implemented mixed integration at the association level to enhance combat effectiveness.

Although the cavalry no longer form a separate army, their combat effectiveness is still extremely strong.

There used to be various cavalry battalions, but now there are not so many subdivisions. They are mainly heavy cavalry and light cavalry. Heavy cavalry is equipped with breastplates, lances, and muskets. They are called both cuirassiers and lancers.

Called Dragoon, the distinction is no longer so obvious.

Light cavalry are equipped with sabers, muskets, and cotton armor, and are called hussars or hunting cavalry.

Although they are not so detailed, they are still the elite in the army.

Shouts of "Long Live Our Emperor" were heard everywhere, and five hundred black lancers holding the dragon flag high galloped forward on their horses, but there was an unstoppable momentum of ten thousand horses galloping forward.

Go forward indomitably.

On the wide and flat grassland, five hundred horsemen were not many, and even seemed a little thin. In front of them were more than ten times their number of men and horses.

Horses tread the earth.

Five hundred black lancers held their lances high, their breastplates shining, their cloaks flying, and their dragon flags fluttering.

They are tall and brave. They are all brave and good horsemen in the army, and almost every one of them is a veteran for more than five years. If they participate in a review, they put on their uniforms and pin their medals, then each lancer will have several medals on their chests.

The medal is not an ordinary battle commemorative medal, but a military merit medal.

Compared to this elite lancer, the Dzungars in front of them were more than ten times the size of the Ming army, but their equipment was obviously far inferior.

The personnel were mixed, including old and young, men and women. They were said to be ten thousand, but in fact they were eight thousand, but less than half were young and strong men.

They were all riding horses, but only about one-third were wearing armor, and their weapons were all kinds of, including spears, sabers, bolas, bones, axes, some with muskets, some with blunderbuss, and some with three rifles.

The Ming army has long since eliminated weapons like the eye blunderbuss.

Facing the charge of the Ming cavalry, the Junggar leader chose to attack.

The leader, who had a shaved head and braids on both sides, drew his saber and shouted loudly, and the Dzungarian soldiers behind him also shouted.

He clamped his horse's belly and moved forward bravely.

Countless Dzungar cavalry followed, and the horses started galloping, like a huge moving cloud, covering the sky and the earth.

The momentum of these eight thousand riders running was really amazing, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

The leader was so good at riding that he even stood directly on the saddle, raised his sword and shouted, causing the Junggar people behind him to shout and cheer, and the morale of the quasi-troops was greatly boosted.

"Long live my emperor!"

Chen Twelve shouted again, "General Xuanwei will naturally not jump on the horse like a juggler, nor will he not even wear a helmet."

Compared to the Junggar cavalry, which was galloping like a herd of wild horses, the five hundred men and horses of the Lancer Battalion shot out like sharp arrows, maintaining that formation and controlling their speed at a very uniform pace.

This Lancer Battalion comes from the Royal Guards Battalion.

The elites in the imperial camp are known as the army, and everyone is an elite and brave veteran. The cavalry in the imperial guards are treated well and have high military pay, and they are very proud of themselves.

These are the elites selected by His Majesty the Emperor.

No one can stop them.

No matter how many enemies there are, they can still break through.

"Long live my emperor!"

The two armies are approaching.

The Lancer Battalion did not slow down at all, but instead launched a final accelerated charge.

The heavy cavalry wore breastplates, and even the war horses were also armored. In this age of firearms, the heavy armored cavalry was on the verge of being eliminated, but it was still impressive against the Dzungars.

The Dzungars, who lacked artillery and muskets, were at most nomadic tribe light cavalry.

The two collided together, just like a drop of water falling into a pot of hot oil, it immediately boiled.

The Black Lancers marched forward bravely.

Castration remains unabated.

Under the protection of his own soldiers, Chen Twelve kept charging forward, cutting with spears, bayonets, fire and blunderbuss.

The Dzungars wanted to devour these five hundred cavalry in one go. They shot with arrows and chopped with swords, but they soon found that they could not stop the momentum of the cavalry, and the cavalry kept charging forward.

Like a red-hot knife piercing butter, there is no resistance.

Anyone who stands in my way will die!

Some of the Black Lancers continued to fall, but none of the remaining ones stopped.

The Dzungar people who stood in front of them were knocked away and chopped down. Some people did not dare to fight hard and had to avoid its sharp edges.

"Long live my emperor!"

A black lancer was stabbed in the waist by a spear, and the hoof of his horse was also hooked. He calmly and calmly shouted "Long live the emperor," and before he died, he stabbed the enemy off his horse.

"See you at the Martyrs' Shrine, your blood will last forever, and your majesty will last forever!"

Another Junggar man rode up to him and stabbed him in the neck, killing him.

But the soldier was fearless until his death.

Every soldier in the imperial camp expected that this day might come. They were mentally prepared every time before going into battle. The most important thing was that they knew that the emperor would not live up to their sacrifices. Their parents, wives and children would be protected. They would be safe every year.

The six months' salary saved will be paid to their families at once, as well as pension money and funeral expenses.

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My family still has a piece of land, so I'm not afraid of death.

Not far from the battlefield.

Several Ming generals were calmly observing the battlefield. The Lancer Battalion was a sharp knife and a hammer. They were able to break formations and move forward indomitably, but they could not be relied upon alone.

"It's time for the hussar to take over."

The Lancers have already attracted eight thousand Dzungars, and the formation of the Dzungars is also somewhat chaotic.

It's time for the light cavalry, which mainly uses sabers and muskets, to go into battle.

The lancers charged and broke the formation, and the hussars followed up and killed them.

Then the infantry took over.

War must be fought in an orderly manner, not in a swarm.

"Chen Twelve is worthy of being a warrior from the Red Spear Club. He is indeed tough."

Five hundred men can attack eight thousand, and they can be so decisive and sharp. This general is indeed brave.

"That person has registered with His Majesty, so he is certainly not ordinary. Look at his age and his background. He is now General Xuanwei, and he is also the leader of the Forbidden Army Cavalry. Can he be an ordinary person?"

Several generals were very confident about the outcome of the battle. This time, the imperial camp personally dispatched to fight Wusu, so they came prepared. Everything was under control, and they had the time to comment on Chen Twelve.

"When this guy fights, he leads the cavalry charge like he's cutting wheat. His movements are neat and smooth."

These are all generals of the Forbidden Army, and they are all Conglong Yuanxun. They have high seniority, meritorious service, and high military ranks. They all bear the title of general. They are the direct descendants of the Emperor Yuancong, and Chen Twelve is a member of the Red Spear Club.

The one on the mountain top was from the local regiment training in Henan, so he was no match for them, but now he could also achieve the standard of cavalry in the Forbidden Army. The fourth-grade General Xuanwei was naturally no exception.

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Zhao Xiaolou checked the gun again. This poor man from the mountainous area of ​​Yanzhou in eastern Zhejiang has now become an outstanding military officer, an infantry battalion commander of the Forbidden Army, and a guerrilla general from the lower ranks of the fifth rank.

"Follow the drums and run forward!"

He is now the battalion commander, with four sentries and more than 500 people under his command. He is no longer as timid as he was when he first joined the military camp as an auxiliary soldier, nor is he as nervous as when he first joined the Shence Army as a combat soldier. After experiencing Zhangqiu

After bloody battles, the Battle of Nanyang and many other battles, this young man has become a general.

By virtue of his military exploits, he was promoted to the rank of infantry musketeer battalion commander, or imperial guard. He directly crossed the boundary of sixth rank and became a fifth rank general.

A lieutenant of the eighth or ninth rank, a colonel of the sixth or seventh rank, and only a general who reaches the fifth rank can be regarded as an official mid-level military attache.

Now the monthly salary, operating fees, subsidies, salary, etc. add up to a very generous sum. The monthly salary alone is fifty yuan per month. In addition, the subsidies and other subsidies also add up to a lot. Now he can get more than two thousand yuan a year.

This is all done with one knife and one gun.

On the battlefield, there were shouts of killing Zhentian, but Zhao Xiaolou was already very calm. He rode on horseback and commanded the soldiers of his battalion to advance with other infantry battalions. He gave orders from time to time, which was very powerful like a general.

The lancers tore apart the enemy formation, and two hussar battalions followed, making the Dzungars even more confused, and more infantry subsequently joined the battle.

Although they were facing nearly 10,000 cavalry, the Imperial Guard infantry were not afraid at all. They directly formed hollow square formations on the battlefield, and the musketeers stood outwards, firing muskets.

In each square formation, there are also battalion artillery pieces, which also display their power from time to time.

There is smoke everywhere.

The lancer battalion charged repeatedly, then turned around and charged again, plowing the ground. The hussars came and went like the wind, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, constantly scattering and killing the Dzunggar cavalry.

The infantry formed a hollow formation and moved forward slowly while firing back.

Although the Junggar people were numerous in number, due to the coordination of cavalry and artillery and the sharp strikes of firearms, they were unable to exert their numerical advantage. Instead, they were ramming around like headless flies.

Zhao Xiaolou stood in the formation and calmly issued orders one after another. He did not even pick up his musket to join in the shooting. He was already a fifth-level general. Unless the formation collapsed, there was no need for him to shoot.

He was in the battlefield. Although he could only see a nearby area, he could clearly sense that the Junggar people were really vulnerable when facing the elite imperial guards of the Ming Dynasty. I think back when their Shence Army was in Shandong

Zhangqiu of Jinan blocked the Eight Banners. The battle was extremely difficult, with heavy casualties and heavy casualties. People were risking their lives.

But now, the Junggars had hardly caused too many casualties to them. Only a few people fell down in the infantry hollow square where he was.

The Dzungars did not even have the courage to charge into their formation. They only dared to rush past them, shooting a few arrows or throwing spears and hatchets. However, as soon as they got close, they were often shot to the ground by volleys of guns.

"Long live my emperor!"

Zhao Xiaolou couldn't help but raise his arms and shout after watching the musketeers shoot down another group of Dzungars who were approaching.

"Long live my emperor!"

Cheers continued to ring out on the battlefield, and the victory was determined.


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