After the gunfire, Seng Gelinqin found that the mount under his crotch was still running smoothly, and he himself was unscathed.
However, the Mongolian cavalry running in front of him fell to the ground like dead leaves that were blown off. Some of the horses were frightened or injured and were in pain and fled randomly. This surprised him and he thought to himself: "How can this be related to me?" Is it different from the Western art of war that Wang obtained through Ye Kunchen, the governor of Guangdong?
Doesn’t it mean that Western cavalry also often attacks rifle formations?
These dozens of guns shot down twenty or thirty cavalrymen in one round, how could they charge?
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Ye Kunchen’s revered Western art of war must have been made up by him... Yes, it must have been made up by him. It was all written in classical Chinese. It’s obvious that it was not written by foreigners.”
Thinking that he had been tricked by Ye Mingchen, the governor of Guangdong, he borrowed the reins from Gelinqin's horse and stopped the horse first so that he could not go forward to his death. Then he pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, running backwards, and the official document of the escort team. Converged.
The Mongolian cavalry who had survived the Taiping Army's musket fire just now knew they were afraid and had already reined in their horses and circled in circles. When they saw Seng Gelinqin retreating, they were relieved and followed their masters to retreat. Go down.
As the commander-in-chief, Seng Gelinqin could naturally advance and retreat freely, but the Eight Banners soldiers who were originally behind him could not retreat at will. Guanwen also had someone at the end to supervise the battle!
At this time, another group of about a hundred horsemen had approached the square formation where Yang Xiuqing and Yang God were. Although there were more than two thousand Eight Banners horsemen under Seng Gelinqin, it was impossible for them to form a large formation and attack together. Even if there are five or six hundred riders, they can't form a group together. Being able to gather a hundred riders into a group and surge upward is already the limit of what they can do.
Therefore, Senggelinqin's "fighting God" tactic was not a "wall attack", but a wheel battle involving more than 20 groups of vests.
And those Eight Banners vests do not have the riding and shooting skills of those Mongolian cavalry. It is already difficult for them to not fall off the running horses. Let them shoot with both hands free.
Arrow, then it wouldn’t kill them?
If these Eight Banners soldiers could still be like their ancestors, or like the Western cavalry in the Western Art of War that Seng Gelinqin saw, they could rush into Yang Xiuqing's military formation with their heads covered, then Yang Xiuqing would not even be able to escape!
Because the bird gunners in Yang's phalanx facing the Eight Banners cavalry have already fired their bullets and are now reloading. No matter how fast they move, they cannot finish loading the bullets before the next wave of Eight Banners cavalry rushes forward. emission.
Without the firepower of shotguns, Yang Xiuqing's phalanx could only rely on twenty spearmen and twenty swordsmen to stop the roaring Eight Banners vests of more than a hundred cavalry.
As long as those Eight Banners vests charge resolutely, Yang Xiuqing's phalanx will inevitably collapse!
Seeing the masses of Eight Banners vests rushing towards him, Meng Deen, who was standing next to Yang Xiuqing, could not suppress the cold sweat on his forehead. He took a sneak look at Yang Goddess and found that the latter's face was equally pale - God... ...will you be scared too?
"God" will be afraid, but the Taiping soldiers who are with "God" will not!
The old Guangxi brothers standing in front of Yang Xiuqing were either standing in the second row, concentrating on loading the shotguns and flintlock rifles in their hands, or standing side by side in the front row, holding spears tightly, or holding shields in one hand and holding spears in the other. The sword rests on the shield.
The spear tip and blade were both polished and polished, giving off a cold light that was frightening to both humans and horses!
The scene that followed made both "God" and Meng De'en breathe a sigh of relief, because the expected collision did not happen at all. The horses under the Eight Banners vests naturally bypassed the hedgehog-like phalanx formed by the old Guangxi brothers. .This is of course not that the Eight Banners soldiers are cowardly, but that the horses under their crotches do not know how to be loyal to the emperor and patriot, and do not dare to collide with those sharp and terrifying weapons. They turn around while running, and hundreds of Eight Banners horseback riders It automatically split into two streams and poured towards the left and right wings.
As for those Eight Banners soldiers on horseback... They are just riding on horses now. It is their ability not to fall off, but they don't know anything else. Bang bang bang.
Suddenly there was another burst of gunfire. This was the shooting of bird gunners on the other two sides of the "God's Phalanx".
When Yang Xiuqing gave the order to fire just now, only the musketeers on the side facing the enemy fired bullets, and the musketeers on the other three sides did not fire to clear the air. Now they were just in time to greet the Eight Banners soldiers who came up to them!
Because these Eight Banners vests were not fast and were very close to the muzzle of the gun, the Taiping Army gunners had an extremely high hit rate, and more than half of the two Eight Banners vests that circled around were lost.
After the first round of volleys, Yang Xiuqing stopped giving orders to fire. All the musketeers went into free fire, rushing towards the phalanx in waves, and then the Eight Banners soldiers surrounding the phalanx seemed to be sending them off. As big as a human head, after seven or eight waves, many human and horse corpses had piled up around Yang Xiuqing's phalanx.
And further away from the phalanx, there were many Eight Banners soldiers running around, not knowing where to go.
"Dangdangdang..."
A harsh golden sound sounded, halting the Eight Banners soldiers' mindless charge.
The one who ordered the gold medal was Seng Gelinqin, who had just retreated and looked ashen-faced.
Guan Wence stepped forward and wanted to say something to Seng Gelinqin, but he heard Seng Gelinqin mumbling something in Mongolian.
Guan Wen could understand Mongolian. When he listened carefully, he heard the prince gnashing his teeth and saying: "Damn it... Why can't two thousand horse armours defeat three hundred infantry? How come the Eight Banners horse armour... is so weak?" So far?"
"Xiufeng!" Seng Gelinqin suddenly shouted the official name.
"My lord, what are your orders?" Guan Wen asked.
Seng Gelinqin raised his riding whip and pointed his finger at the bow of the ship. He looked at Hong Xiuquan, who was fighting with thousands of troops below, and said: "That should be Hong Xiuquan, kill him... we will win! But the Eight Banners soldiers did it." If you can't do this, go find Jiang Minqiao and ask him to squeeze in some group training. Two or three hundred will be enough, and you can give it another try!"
"My lord... I'm afraid it's too late!" Guan Wen shook his head, "The long hairs are also gathering here, look at the river..." Seng Gelinqin turned his head and looked, and his face turned earthy.
On the Xiangjiang River and on the beach, there were wooden boats of all sizes everywhere. Countless Taiping soldiers were either standing on the deck and preparing to jump off, or they had already jumped on the beach and were flowing in the direction of Hong Xiuquan. Come on, some distances are not far away, so we formed small square formations!
"Failed! Defeated..."
Suddenly, a panicked shout like a mountain roar and a tsunami swept across from the other corner of the battlefield and reached the bank of the Xiangjiang River. "It's He Yuting's Green Camp..." Guan Wen said in a trembling voice, "Escape quickly. , it will be too late if we don’t withdraw!”
Seng Gelinqin stood up in the stirrups, put up a pergola with his hands and looked towards the west of the battlefield. He saw the green battalion soldiers of the Qing army in blue robes and hats rolling back, driven by the Taiping soldiers in red robes and red scarves.
It seems that the Green Camp under He Chun has been completely destroyed!
Seng Gelinqin turned his gaze back to the Eight Banners soldiers who were retreating from the front, and lamented: "Yuting has tried his best... This battle is not to blame Yu Ting, nor his Green Camp soldiers. It’s us Eight Banners disciples who are not living up to expectations!”
He looked at Hong Xiuquan who was standing on a high place looking down at everyone, and then at Yang Xiuqing who was standing in the square formation like a statue, and sighed: "Withdraw! Withdraw! Give Jiang Minqiao a hard time and let his people take the rear." ..Tell him again, how much he will lose in this battle, I will make the decision and provide him with money from the Hubei vassal treasury!
I will also guarantee that he will rule Baoqing Mansion!"
Guan Wen was stunned: "Ah, but he is from Baoqing Mansion!"
Seng Gelinqin shook his head and said in an inaudible voice: "Xiufeng, we have lost...the Qing Dynasty has lost Hunan!" "Is this a defeat?" Guan Wen was stunned again, "There is also Saitang. he.."
Senggelinqin shook his head and said nothing more. He just turned his horse around, led his Mongolian soldiers, and ran northward without looking back...
"Victory! I won! It turns out that I can win the battle..."
Hong Xiuquan, standing with his sword on the bow of a stranded ship, looked at the Eight Banners soldiers who were running away from the battlefield at high speed, at the Green Camp soldiers who were defeated by the Taiping Army in the west of the battlefield, and at the increasing number of Taiping soldiers. Jumping off the large wooden boats that washed up on the beach, they formed phalanxes of different sizes one after another on the beach, and then immediately went into battle and pounced on Chu Yong of the Hunan Army who was still barely holding on.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a satisfaction he had never experienced before... This feeling could not be compared to playing with eighty-eight queens, even with twice as many queens!
Hong Xiuquan muttered to himself: "Okay, okay, this is what a hero should do, this is what he should do!" "Long live the Holy King of Heaven! Long live the King of Heaven."
While Hong Xiuquan was savoring the sweetness of this victory, bursts of cheers suddenly sounded from around him. He lowered his head and stared at the countless "red-headed people" who had gathered on the river beach below. Kneel down on the ground, bow to him, and cheer loudly.
Hong Xiuquan suddenly raised the sword in his hand, pointed in the direction where the northern monk Gelinqin was escaping, opened his throat, and said with anger on his face: "I will cut into pieces the corpses of those Qingyao who dare to fire at me!"
Behind Hong Xiuquan, three kings, Yang Xiuqing, Wei Changhui, and Shi Dakai, had already knelt down. After hearing Hong Xiuquan's decree, these three kings bowed to Hong Xiuquan, who was above him, and shouted: "My brother, I respectfully accept the throne of the Heavenly King." Imperial decree!"
Hong Xiuquan turned around, looked at Yang Xiuqing with wide eyes, and said word by word: "Qingqi, I have to chase him myself!" "No!"
"King of Heaven, you are a body of ten thousand gold!" "King of Heaven, let me chase you!"
Yang Xiuqing, Wei Changhui, and Shi Dakai were all startled by Hong Xiuquan's suggestion and hurriedly tried to persuade him.
Chapter completed!