In fact, it was not until the machine gun equipment that the huge cavalry completely turned into a pile of meat and lost its status as the main force... Before that, the cavalry's group charge was quite terrifying. As for the Battle of Bali Bridge, Senggelinqin's wrong command was truly fatal.
At this time, Li Laiheng and the others were facing unprecedented tests. The Tartars swarmed up and covered the sky. At first glance, they were all Taurus cavalry, mostly like flies. Guns and cannons kept ringing, and the Tartars fell in pieces, but compared with the huge number, these losses were not fatal, and they were still moving forward.
The distance between the two sides is constantly shortening, and the Tartars are paving the way to peace with their lives. Although this method is barbaric, it is effective.
Li Laiheng's face was particularly solemn. If he had enough time to arrange traps and obstacles, he might not be afraid of the Tartars, but facing several times the cavalry charge, no one could help but be frightened. Fortunately, he was fought from the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and his will was extremely firm.
"A dog Tartar, at worst, you can fight hand-to-hand. The person named Li will not be afraid of you!"
The Tartars finally rushed to within a hundred steps, and three people around Li Rutai were shot dead, one of which was a loyal slave who had followed Li Yongfang for many years. At such a heavy price, Li Rutai gritted his teeth.
"Minggou, let you also see the power of the Qing firearm!"
At this time, the Tartars raised their muskets one after another. Dorgon's extensive experience in copying An**, muskets were the most important ones. He concentrated a large number of craftsmen and used the skills of Westerners to finally create muskets with a range of about 100 steps. He also used flint firing. In terms of power, it was almost the same as An**'s early muskets. Fortunately, relying on Gu Zhenhua's tips, An** made a Minni gun, which maintained its technical advantages.
Within a hundred steps, the Tartars' muskets were already fatal to produce fatal lethality.
Accompanied by the heavy smoke of gunpowder, a rain of bullets hit An**. A red-faced soldier stood beside Li Laiheng. He was just in his early twenties, but had experienced many battles. At least three Tartars died in his hands.
A lead ball penetrated the helmet and hit the forehead. Blood suddenly gushed out. In the firm eyes, the spirit quickly passed away, and the strong body fell softly to the ground.
Li Laiheng's heart tightened. Looking around, some people in the front row had blood on their chests and fell to the ground one after another.
The Tartars were shooting at the right time. The accuracy was very poor, less than ten people were shot and fell, but this shock had already occurred. Just now, they all attacked the Tartars, but as a result, the Tartars also had muskets to fight back, and the soldiers were suddenly in a hurry.
"Don't panic, the people behind you will take it!"
"A real man is wearing a horse and a corpse, and he is lucky in life!"
"With An** and the prince is here, everyone's family doesn't have to worry. Now is the time to sacrifice their lives to repay the prince. Those who retreat will be killed immediately!"
Li Laiheng shouted loudly, An** was well-trained and quickly recovered from calmness. The soldiers in the back row immediately filled the vacancy, and the bullets of revenge shot at the Tartars.
Both sides entered the cruelest life-and-death shooting, and could not escape or be cowardly. They could only fight with their lives. Who can survive depends entirely on God's favor. Gunshots rumbling and gunfire smoke, covering the battlefield. In a vague way, you can see people on both sides falling down and life disappearing cheaply.
The casualties of An** began to increase, but the Tartars lacked accuracy in shooting and the losses were even heavier.
Li Shutai's eyes were bloodshot. He was already in a difficult situation. The losses were already so heavy. If he was defeated in shame, what would Dorgon think of him? At this time, he had to fight hard. As long as he won, everything would be there!
"The musketman dismounted and attacked hard. Heavy cavalry charge, and he is not allowed to retreat!"
The Tartars quickly adjusted their tactics. The musketeers abandoned their horses and focused on providing fire cover to the cavalry. An**'s casualties rose rapidly. The Tartars finally rushed within thirty steps, and victory seemed to wave to them again. Li Lutai also showed a proud smile.
So what if An** has many tricks? As long as you have the advantage of your strength, you will have to fight all of your strength!
The Tartars rushed forward and were unstoppable.
"Listen to the Bai Gan Bing, our ancestors fought with the Tartars in Liaodong. Their equipment was not as good as ours, and they ate less than ours, and their military pay was not as much as ours! With their passionate blood, they fought the Tartars and never took a step back. Are you willing to shame your ancestors?"
"I don't want to, I don't want to!"
"Flat spear!"
Ma Wannian roared loudly, holding the ash pole tightly with both hands, and facing the Tartars with a cold light. The musketeers had retreated behind the spear square array. Instead of relaxing, they continued to load bullets and waited to hunt the Tartars.
The huge cavalry rushed towards the square spear formation, and neither side had room to retreat. The white-rod soldiers leaned over slightly to make themselves stand firmer, holding the gun tightly, gritting their teeth and staring. They knew what would happen next moment, but they would never take a step back!
In an instant, the rolling waves hit the embankment, just like Mars hitting the earth.
The white-rod soldiers in the front row were knocked away one after another, and the white-rod pole in their hands was broken. They flew five meters away and landed heavily on the ground, and blood gushed out of their mouths.
A white-rod soldier was even more hit and broke his ribs, hurting his internal organs. Blood foam sprayed out from his mouth and nose, and he seemed to be unable to survive. He reluctantly supported himself and looked ahead. A Tartar's chest was penetrated by a spear and rolled down the horse. A smile suddenly surged from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was frozen like this.
The impact of the Tartars was extremely fierce. Most of the white-rod soldiers in the first three rows were knocked away, and fifty or sixty people died on the spot. However, this effort also paid off. The Tartars' momentum was finally curbed, and the two sides were in a stalemate bloody battle.
The Tartars, who had been trained by Dorgon, had improved their combat effectiveness much more than before. Although they paid a heavy price, these Tartars also knew that this was the closest they had to defeat An**, so these people did not care about their sacrifices and all costs, and had a crazy impact.
The Baigang soldiers and the old guards who also fought were all troops with glorious history, so they naturally were unwilling to be losers.
Both sides shouted and killed the sky. In the cruel hand-to-hand battle, people fell down every moment, and some people came up without hesitation. Stepping on the corpses and blood of their comrades, the two sides fought wildly.
An** is like an isolated island drowned in the torrent, tenaciously resisting the invasion. On their heads, the soldiers in the hot air balloon endured the rustling cold wind and fulfilled their duties loyally.
Although they were not personally storming, their role was unparalleled. Wherever there were dangers and where there were many Tartars, their flags would point to wherever they were.
Li Laiheng and Ma Wannian led one hundred people respectively, all of which were Minnie guns. These people were like firefighters. No matter where there was a problem, they immediately rescued them. No Tartars could handle the sharpness of Minnie guns.
The mind is broken, the chest explodes, and the broken limbs and legs are flying all over the sky. The more cruel the Tartars are, the more they are rushing in front of them, the more they become the target of care.
Li Lutai thought that he would rush to An**'s approach, and as long as he fought with the bloody battle, how could a group of infantry compete with the cavalry? As a result, An** not only withstand it, but also looked like a tenacious hedgehog, making him unable to speak.
Time just delayed, and gradually after noon, Li Lutai woke up a little, and he finally realized something was wrong.
The Tartars' target was Handan, but when Li Lutai saw this group of bold infantry and dared to take the initiative, he rushed up without hesitation. The two sides had been entangled for so long, and it was delayed precious time. The more they thought, Li Lutai's sweat on his head, the more they were sweating. Perhaps some people would be sent to wrap around them and the main force would attack Handan. That would be better...
Li Rutai woke up, but it was too late!
Just above the city of Handan, two huge hot air balloons had risen, and the soldiers on it accurately reported the battle situation to Li Xu and Li Dingguo.
"Li Laiheng and Ma Wannian are both good. They can actually hold the Tartars for so long. I think it's time for the large army to take action!"
Li Dingguo also nodded, looked at Kang Lesheng who had just arrived with a smile, and said, "Brig Commander Kang, are you sure to defeat the Tartars?"
Kang Lesheng smiled slightly: "If Dorgon came, he might be afraid, but what can Li Lutai have to do with such a traitor? It's time for him to pay the debt for his father!"
Li Dingguo said: "According to the observation of hot air balloons, the number of people on the left wing of the Tartars is the largest, but the formation is very chaotic. I'm afraid it's Mongolian cavalry and Brigade Commander Kang, just start from here!"
Kang Lesheng nodded, turned around and got off the city wall. At this time, all his brigades had arrived in Handan. Although everyone was very tired, the shouts of killing outside the city made them feel warlike and ready to go.
"Brothers, follow me out of the city to kill the Tartars!"
With a command, these soldiers left the city from the east gate of Handan and quickly gathered into a neat queue, pressing towards the Tartars.
Amid the sound of war drums, the new force held the musket tightly and slowly and firmly rushed towards the Tartars.
"Prince, no, Minggou's reinforcements are here!"
Badali was urging his subordinates to attack. He was still immersed in the grief of losing his brother and wanted to beat the dog in the water, but when he heard this, he was shocked.
Looking back, An** saw her pressing over with neat steps. The infantry actually took the initiative to attack the cavalry, which was simply bold, and Badali was completely angry.
"Minggou are still all heavenly soldiers and generals, but I want to crush them!" Badali suddenly turned his horse's head and shouted to his subordinates: "Warriors, follow me!"
In his sight, his eyes were filled with cavalry of Tartars, and Kang Lesheng smiled contemptuously.
"The artillery is ready, give me a hard bang!"
The artillery soldiers who were fighting quickly stopped, adjusted their shooting angles and loaded the artillery. Just as they were busy, the Tartars were approaching.
"fire!"
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom!
The thunder-like sound shocked the eardrums. Badali looked up suddenly and saw a black object expanding rapidly, occupying the entire eyeball.
Chapter completed!