The Emperor of Ming Dynasty was also a human being, and he was also bloody.
Let me ask, if you are on the battlefield, facing the enemy who is close to you, those enemies who have let you bear the deep hatred of blood for countless days and nights are in front of you. Not to mention the command of the general, even the imperial edict will not be followed. Life does not matter at this time, you just want to use the sword in your hand to wash away the last concern in your heart with the blood of the enemy.
The second telegram was not sent in the form of official documents, but a private message.
Take care of the old general Zhu, Zhu Qiyu!
In just ten words, Zuo Feng knelt all over the ground in the big tent. Zhu Qian, who was already holding his life for his life and was determined to die, actually raised the long sword that he could not get. He shouted: "I will pass on the order of generals. Even if there are millions of enemy troops, Zuo Feng's camp will not abandon the camp and fight to the death!"
Five thousand men, two thousand auxiliary soldiers, and five hundred miscellaneous soldiers.
They come from different provinces, different prefectures, and different states. They also have different surnames and different stories. But the only thing they are the same: they participated in the Battle of Tumu Fort, and they experienced life and death.
Twenty-four artillery pieces were placed behind the fence in the camp. This was definitely a top killer. All the gunners were kneeling beside the artillery, waiting quietly for the gunman to announce the fire. The battle was imminent, and the battle was no longer about morale, but who was more stable. This was not only about the military formation, but more about the heart.
Three thousand crossbows were also pushed out, and two thousand musketeers were in formation.
In front of the formation, four rows of horse-received pits with a depth of two feet and a width of one meter were dug out. There were some sharp wooden stakes in the pit. This place was not a mountain, but a desert. These wooden stakes were prepared by the army for a long time and were also taken to pull them over, even in the eyes of the Baiminghe. This is no longer necessary for real firearm battles, but the army still has them.
All radio stations, whether they are transit stations or terminals, have not been shut down again.
The person responsible for pedaling and generating electricity at the terminal was replaced by three people to thirty people. The copper cable was placed outside the tent, and then a small tent was built.
Use a copper basin to time the water droplet, and turn the pedal five times each drop by one. There is a dedicated person responsible for counting and observing the rhythm.
Many generals kept asking whether there was a war or whether there was any signal coming.
Not only each army, but also at the transit station, there are many senior generals guarding outside, just wanting to hear the result of this battle. This is the first battle between firearms and cold weapons. Not only in various parts of the Ming Dynasty, but also in various places in Liaodong. The leaders of various tribes are also nervously guarding the radio outside.
The first telegram was publicly transmitted to various transit stations and terminals.
Not good news. It can even be said to be bad news!
The enemy who came was not 50,000, but above 100,000 people, definitely above, not 100,000 people. The news that was connected to this news shocked the Ming Dynasty even more. Yu Qian smashed the cup in his hand heavily on the ground: "I vow to ask for an explanation for this matter."
Not only Yu Qian was angry, but the Emperor of Ming Dynasty was already in anger and ordered people to be arrested in the capital.
Why? Because it is not the troops of the Watshu people. But the troops of Yiliba, the elite camel cavalry is the guarantee for crossing the desert. Only the elite camel cavalry of Yiliba can cross this desert. Otherwise, no matter how elite your troops are, they will not be able to fight against the sky.
In the big tent of the left army, the head general of the left army turned black. While scolding Yili, he arranged for the elite soldiers in his hands to go south to help in three batches. He kept muttering: "Two days, Lao Zhu, you only need to hold on for two days." After muttering, he shouted: "Send to Zuo Pioneer Office immediately, so that they must hold on for two days. The general has sent heavy artillery to support it."
Infantry can arrive in two days. Can heavy artillery arrive?
No one asks such a boring question. When fighting bloody battles in life and death, don’t underestimate the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. Even if they rush on the road overnight and rely on manpower to pull the heavy artillery, they will pull the heavy artillery to the front of the formation.
Zhu Qian stood in front of the camp gate and slowly lowered the telescope in his hand.
"It turns out..." Zhu Qian was surprised. He really didn't expect that the enemy was not the Wasserman. But what does it matter who the enemy is? The focus is that there are too many enemies, far beyond his imagination. Although he ordered the last person to fight to the death, he was unwilling to watch these people die.
"Prepare to fight!" Zhu Qian ordered.
The war drums were beaten, and the Ming army began to formally set up formations. Three arrows were shot out and landed on the ground between the two armies. The arrow meant to shoot a line, and crossed the line as if it was hostile. If it was not the line, people with identities could be sent to talk. This is the etiquette on the battlefield.
No matter how great the hatred is, Zhu Qian will not lose this rule.
A man wearing a golden helmet pulled his horse out, took a bow from behind and shot a flagpole in front of the Ming side on the Ming side. This means declaration of war.
"It turned out to be Yesen's eldest son." Zhu Qian sneered.
Fan Liang next to him was surprised: "General, Yesen's second son went to the east to ask the three guards of Duoyan and Jurchens to send troops. His eldest son brought Yili's powerful men over. Then Yesen's troops were there, and this time it might be a big conspiracy."
Zhu Qian nodded: "You can contact Master Yu as soon as possible, this matter is getting worse and worse."
"Get orders!" Fan Liang knew that he was not needed for the confrontation at the moment, so it was a big deal to exchange information quickly.
When Yu Qian received the telegram, he felt a hint of conspiracy. The big map was immediately spread out, and the marching staff and the generals began to analyze Yesen's actions. At the same time, the old generals of Wuying Palace were also excited and began to analyze all the information again.
All divisions and armies also received orders to scouts and release them, and each army was ready to fight.
First stage!
The enemy began to move forward slowly, with a small number of people, only a fleet of three thousand people. This is also a standard fighting method and is completely a tentative attack. The one-sized horse-rejecting pit with excellent horses can jump through, but there is also a horse-rejecting pile behind the pit, so the first formation completely uses riding and shooting.
"General, please give an order!" A deputy general came to Zhu Qian.
Wars are not a rush, but also a layered, rhythmic, and tactical arrangement. Fighting one after another depends on the better rhythm there. If each formation has a higher continuity, whoever has a fault will lose, unless the combat power is several times higher than the enemy.
The advantages and disadvantages at the moment seem obvious at first glance. There are more than 100,000 people on one side, and it is not an exaggeration to say 150,000.
On the other side, there are only 5,000 people, plus the non-combatants in the camp, you will give you a chance to be known as tens of thousands of people.
"Do you think it's to hide your private affairs and delay time, or let them see how powerful our army is?" Zhu Qian did not rush to order, but asked a question. The generals also said that since they had decided to fight to the death, let the enemy see how powerful our army was.
"Okay, I'll pass on the order of generals. The infantry in front of the formation retreated, the heavy armored muskets were two rows in front of the formation and the light armored muskets. Let's fight for a round first and then look at the army. Each army is firm in its position, and no rash moves without military orders."
The army began to move, and teams of people ran towards the formation, holding new muskets.
Front boring filling type horn gun!
In the eyes of the enemy, this is still the fire system of the Ming Dynasty, and it did not scare them too much. This thing has limited lethality.
"One hundred steps, fly!" Someone in the enemy began to order. First, the cavalry leader who led the troops shot an arrow and tested the wind direction, wind power, distance, etc., and then led his three thousand men to start accelerating in the circle. Their mission was to rush across the right side of the position from the left of the position to the right side of the position, and use the time of overrushing to send the Ming camp twice, or even three volleys.
The Ming Dynasty also began to issue orders.
"The gunmen obey orders, each person adds one shot, only one shot is needed. The front line fires, the back line waits for the order. Each team checks the muskets and prepares for shooting!"
War is not a timely strategy game, it is not the kind of team of people who rushed to the enemy formation and started to slash and kill.
A real war is a slow life.
The ancient cold weapon wars and even a battle had to be fought all day long.
The sound of the horn came out, and a mile away to the left of the left position, the cavalry with horses moving around began to accelerate, divided into three levels and began to rush past the Ming army a hundred steps.
"Each team, shoot in turn, the first team..."
On the battlefield, there were instant sounds of bows and arrows breaking through the air, as well as muskets shooting, and horses' neighings fluctuated one after another. Only the screams of people were not heard, because compared to the previous sounds, a person's screams were too insignificant.
The bows and arrows were flying all over the sky, and a whistling lead bullet roared out.
The first round took about twenty minutes to prepare for the modern era, and the battle was only two minutes long. This was originally a time when the Ming Musket could fire four shots, or even a skilled gunman fire five shots. But the Ming Dynasty just fired one shot from the barrel and one more shot.
In front of the formation, hundreds of enemy cavalry were lying on the ground, some were still screaming, and more were dead.
It was just a round of confrontation, and killing hundreds of people was nothing.
There were many people on the Ming Dynasty who fell down, but the enemy did not see clearly. The fallen people just fell down. They were the ones who were shot in the arrow, but the arrow did not hurt them. The fall down only created an illusion for the enemy. Some of us also died. The fallen people were dragged behind, and then another group of people added up.
The people who were dragged behind entered the camp, drank a bite of water, ate a piece of cake, and lined up in the camp, preparing to go forward to replenish again.
A team was slapping his chest and laughing happily. There was an arrow stuck in his body, just in the gap in the steel armor. He did not remove the arrow just to make his brothers have fun in the back formation.
"This armor is really good. It's probably okay for us to fight over 5,000 of them."
A deputy general also said: "Yes, when they find that we are constantly replenishing the number of people, and the number far exceeds the total number of people in this camp, we will probably understand. Hahaha!" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
ps: It's a little late, sorry.
Chapter completed!