There were boundless people. This time, Gu Zhenhua mobilized two brigades, a guard regiment, more than 13,000 people, plus three thousand white pole soldiers, six thousand local soldiers, and more than 1,800 people from Deng Wenhuan's navy.
All of them were added together, more than 20,000 people, and they lined up along the city and stretched for five miles. The army flags and flags flew, and the soldiers stood solemnly, which was spectacular.
Although Zhang Xianzhong gathered hundreds of thousands of people, the number seemed to be dozens of times that of An**. However, in the era of alternating hot and cold weapons, the only one who really fought in the war was the short front line. The others were basically fighting, and they didn't even know what the situation was going on, so they cheered or ran away.
Gu Zhenhua was full of confidence. With his orders, three loud roars came from the army: "I will win! I will win! I will win!"
The sound is the signal, and the sound of cannons suddenly roared, and countless cannons came to their heads and faces.
During the siege battle, many people in the Daxi Army had seen the power of the Anyu artillery, but the experience of the field battle again still made people shudder and felt like a nightmare.
The forty-five cannons were all used with flowering bullets, like a storm, and they rushed all over the sky, and they all dazzled the entire Western Army's position.
The red-clothed cannon is powerful and can be regarded as the most advantageous field weapon at present. Moreover, after the innovation of Chinese and foreign craftsmen, the cannons in the army are now farther and have more firing times. They can shoot continuously for a quarter of an hour, and their power increases exponentially.
Of course, due to transportation issues, Sichuan cannot make flowering bullets, and An** has to transport them all out, so it is impossible to fire them casually. Fortunately, there are still Folang cannons that can be made up for, and Folang cannons use sub-guns. A skilled gunner can fire one shot in twenty seconds.
The grape bullets used can be shot for a mile away, covering the sky and the earth are covered with iron marbles. In the feeling of the Western Army, I only feel that the Ming army cannons are endless, and from the beginning, they are endless.
The howling cannons kept flying, and wherever they went, flesh and blood were flying, and their broken limbs were flying. Not to mention the swords, shields and spearmen of the Daxi Army in front of the front, even the archers, gunners, and gunners were affected. They were scared to run back and forth, and the team was in chaos.
Zhang Xianzhong was so angry that his nose was crooked. He hurriedly asked Ainengqi to send orders and let the artillery fight back decisively. However, neither the Western Army was able to compete with An**. Especially when they were still in the stage of solid artillery shells, they could cause some damage occasionally, and they could be ignored.
On the contrary, after the fire was opened, An **'s attention was attracted, and the cannon focused on taking care of them. A flowering bullet fell on the pile of gunpowder, and a earth-shaking loud noise, and more than a dozen gunners were sent to the sky and exploded into pieces.
The Daxi Army standing in the distance didn't know what was going on. They could only see balls of flames rising and loud noises came.
The newly recruits and civilians who had just been brought in were all frightened. Those who had never seen the artillery were still regarded as Lord Lei coming to the world and the gods fighting. Some people unconsciously retreated, retreated behind the military formation, threw away the rusty broken knife, and ran away.
Even Zhang Xianzhong's old camp saw the tragic situation of being bombarded, he was still in a state of no possession.
A very good person exploded into pieces in a blink of an eye. No one could stand this stimulation. Looking back at himself, no one came out of the crack in the ground. The more they thought about it, the more they became, the more they were afraid, and they unconsciously retreated.
All of this was seen in Zhang Xianzhong's eyes. He was not stupid. If he continued like this, he was afraid he would not be far from collapse!
"Ning Yu, for the sake of this, you can only fight hard and you will immediately supervise the central army. Wen Xiu, you are responsible for the left wing, Nengqi, you are responsible for the right wing, and you must press forward all over and flood your mind in one fell swoop!"
Zhang Xianzhong sent all three adopted sons up in an instant, just like a gambler, pushing all the money up, trying to win.
Li Dingguo held the hilt tightly. Last night, he didn't sleep at all. Song Xiance's words echoed in his ears! That's right, deep in his heart, he was unwilling to be a grass-headed king with Zhang Xianzhong. There was a kind of pain called "Good with me!"
A real man conquered the Central Plains and promoted his power outside the border, which was his real destination. Sometimes Li Dingguo even thought about how glory and pleasure it would be if he could join An**, kill the Tartars with his hand, and restore the territory, and listen to the cheers of all people!
Hearing Zhang Xianzhong's order, he barely suppressed his chaotic mood and drove forward. Li Dingguo turned around and looked at his adoptive father meaningfully.
"Without Zhang Xianzhong, maybe Li Dingguo would have died long ago. Today I will do my best for you. If God is not on your side, I will not blame me!"
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The Western Army was dispatched on its entire line, with tens of thousands of people running and shouting, and countless figures were filled with the wide battlefield. They were like huge ant colonies, letting the shells explode around them, and they were still trying their best to move forward without realizing it.
Gradually, the two sides pulled in the distance, and the muskets also sounded, and more and more people fell down, but soon more people couldn't fill it up.
Xie Xuetang was just promoted to the deputy general of Huwei Camp. Although he was called Xuetang, he had never attended Xuetang for a day in his life and had been living in the world since he was a child. He defected to Zhang Xianzhong eight years ago and made a living through it all the way, and he had a little bit of a human appearance.
Just last year, he married a wife from three villains in one go, and finally filled the regret of the bachelor.
Xie Xuetang has always hoped that the life of gods can continue, but he still has to fight to the battlefield. As an old bandit, Xie Xuetang is not very worried. His ability to kill enemies may not be good, but his life escape is comparable to three.
Just as he was charging, Xie Xuetang suddenly heard a few booms. He immediately became alert and rolled on the ground. When he got up, he looked back and was frightened to his cold sweat.
An ** had just used the tiger squat cannon, and iron sand fell down the sky, and the soldiers were injured or even killed. Both servants of Xie Xuetang were all hit, with wounds on their faces and bodies lying on the ground and howling.
Xie Xuetang was still in shock and had to continue rushing forward, but he unconsciously slowed down and shouted loudly, but he allowed the people around him to rush to him and was beaten into a sieve by shells.
Just as Xie Xuetang continued to retreat, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded from the southeast direction. It turned out that An**'s navy was dispatched.
Facing the large number of Daxi Army, what Gu Zhenhua feared the most was their endless collision. Using the navy's cannon attack could just disrupt the team and delay the attack.
The dozens of shells were smashed down with the sound of breaking through the air. Xie Xuetang instinctively felt something was wrong. He turned around and ran away. But how could a person run over the shell? A flowering shell exploded behind his back, only three meters apart. A huge shrapnel penetrated his chest from his back, and the tip was exposed on his chest.
Xie Xuetang had only one thought in his mind: he still didn’t run away!
Not only did An** use the navy, but the cavalry that had been ready to go also showed their power. They placed the breakthrough on the left wing of the Daxi Army.
These knights rushed forward bravely and stabbed the vanguard of the Daxi Army with long cavalry. They rushed into the Daxi Army. Instead of fighting hard as usual, they continued to form a charge formation at the risk of being chopped and killed. They rushed left and right in the Daxi Army. Sun Wuzi entered Princess Iron Fan's belly and churned up and down.
The new tactics worked, and the Western Army was quickly rushing away, and this impact was still fatal. Then came the defeat, first dozens, hundreds, and then thousands, constantly retreating.
Fear spread like a plague and could not stop it at all. The person in charge was Zhang Xianzhong's third-ranked adopted son Liu Wenxiu. He personally took a knife to supervise the battle and wanted to curb the tide of escape. However, there were too many people running away, and they rushed to Liu Wenxiu, stepped under the horse's hooves, and turned him into a ball of mud.
Liu Wenxiu's death marked the complete collapse of the left wing of the Great Western Army, and a terrible wave even swept across Zhang Xianzhong. The Great Western Emperor did not expect that failure would come so quickly. The comfort of the past few years made Zhang Xianzhong lose his decisiveness. He looked around in a daze, wanting to summon his confidants and protect him to escape.
At this moment, two generals suddenly came to him.
"You are here just in time, please protect me and retreat!"
The people who came were Gong Wanjing, the Minister of War and Wang Shangli, the Five City Military Commander, and of course they were also Zhang Xianzhong's team. The two men nodded pretendingly, clamping Zhang Xianzhong, one left and one right.
Gong Wanjing suddenly attacked and stabbed Zhang Xianzhong's weakness with a knife.
Chapter completed!