Bali Bridge.

"This is perfect!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction as he looked at the cavalry rushing from this famous ancient bridge on his chariot.

The arrival of Mongolian cavalry finally realized his wish for the Battle of Bali Bridge. In fact, this was also Daoguang's inevitable choice. Once the Ming army crossed Bali Bridge, it would be a decisive battle in Beijing. There was also a barrier of Tonghui River in front of Chaoyang Gate. If the Ming army could not be blocked at Bali Bridge, the iron-core crops in Beijing would have to be bombed. It was said that the range of military cannons was already well known at this time. The moat and the city walls could not block the shells. A large number of royal palaces and the most important grain warehouses behind Chaoyang Gate were all covered by the Ming army's cannons. Those princes didn't want their exquisite gardens to be bombed into ruins by shells. What's more, those warehouses also had food that was crucial to Daoguang. Once the Ming army besieged the city, hundreds of thousands of iron-core crops in the city would have to be supported by these grains. If they were bombed or even burned by shells, then he...

Then he really has to use his good tradition of being thrifty.

Then the new arrival, the four thousand Rehe cavalry who were not very clear about the brutality of the Ming army, became their last struggle.

"Your Majesty, Yi Jing attacks Tianjin!"

Xu Hui, who was guarding the telegram beside Yang Feng, said.

"Uh, he actually has this kind of courage!"

Yang Feng couldn't help but smile.

Of course, such trivial matters are not worth mentioning. Yi Jing had no choice but to attack Tianjin. He could not sit idly by and watch the Ming army attack the Ming army! After all, Tianjin is the rear base of the Ming army. His attack on Tianjin is enough to surround Wei and save Zhao to fool Daoguang. If Beijing City can hold on and he conquer Tianjin, it can be said that it would save the Qing Dynasty.

Since he is willing to hit hundreds of cannons and twenty-six machine guns, and more than 10,000 guns of various types with a span of up to three hundred years, then...

Then let him do it!

"The ignorant is fearless!"

Emperor Yang sighed as he looked at the Mongolian cavalry who were swarming towards the Ming army formation.

Not only came from Bali Bridge, but also a group of people came from Fengtai. In addition, behind him, there were actually green camps chasing, with a total of more than 10,000 Eight Banners, Mongolian Green Camp cavalry attacking from three directions. Backed by Tongzhou City, there were actually only three battalions of land war brigades, forming a hollow square formation with missing edges, and the missing edge was the chariot of the Divine Emperor.

In the middle of this hollow square formation, cannons raised their elevation angles kept firing, but the targets were all concentrated on the Eight Banners coming from Fengtai. In the explosion of the fire, the Eight Banners were as frightened as ducks. As for the Green Camp cavalry who accompanied Hexiwu on the other side, they fired randomly nearly a mile away, and they were shooting immediately. The Ming army in a battalion occasionally fired three or five bullets, and the constant sound of gunfire and smoke looked very lively, just like fierce battles, but in fact, everyone was tacitly informed that the bullets in the Green Camp would definitely not hit the Ming army, and the Ming soldiers did not aim at them at all, and they didn't know where the bullets flew. Both sides had been playing this happy game for several days, so they were definitely a tacit cooperation.

The Mongolian cavalry attacked the front and rushed across the Bali Bridge and began to line up.

These are not actually considered cavalry.

In addition to Chengde Prefecture, the subordinates of the Rehe Commander also had the Zhaowuda and Zhuotuso alliances. Two hundred years of domestication had long turned grassland herders into sheep. In addition to having a resounding name, these Mongolian herders who once rampant in Eurasia were better than the Eight Banners because they were poorer.

By the way, they didn't even have muskets.

Four thousand archers and cavalrymen were wearing shabby leather robes carrying the bows that would definitely not be as horizontal as their ancestors. They rode short war horses and arranged in chaos at the southern end of Bali Bridge. Along with a guy in a yellow jacket in the middle, he pointed his sword forward in his hand and immediately rushed towards the Ming army with a geese-wing formation. These guys made all kinds of strange roars in the running wildly, rushing forward like a piece of garbage belt washed by the flood. Thousands of war horses ran wildly and stepped on the dust in the sky. The spectacular war scenes of the Cold Weapon Age were staged like this, but...

This is no longer the era of cold weapons.

"Open fire!"

In the Ming army line, Huang Ming pointed forward in his white gloves' sword in his hand and shouted loudly.

Just like many war movies that show the humiliation of modern history, a machine gunner next to him turned the handle of the machine gun. As the barrel rotated, the bullets in the brass shell in the magazine continued to fall, and the flames at the front began to erupt, accompanied by the not-so-sounding sound, the storm of the bullet began to pour towards the cavalry. In the dust splashing of the bullets hit the ground, the running Mongolian cavalry kept falling down, because the cavalry behind the inertia was still moving forward, and their superb riding skills made their war horses pass over the fallen companions, and then they also fell from the yellow sand with splashing blood. The machine guns were still singing constantly, like a gorgeous opera. On the stage of the war, they were the protagonists, and they sang the elegy of the end of the cavalry era with the blood of killing and death.

The Eight Banners in the distance were already fleeing, and the acting green camps stopped acting, watching from a distance how the four thousand Mongolian cavalry struggled and fell in the hell made by sixteen machine guns.

Just one minute later, the Mongolian cavalry began to escape. After all, they were not fools. Before they could reach a mile, they were already beaten to pieces everywhere. Moreover, the Ming army's infantry did not even shoot. What's the difference between going forward and suicide? These Mongolian cavalry were indeed braver than other Qing troops, but their loyalty to the Qing Dynasty was limited. Amid the howling machine guns and bullets, all Mongolian cavalry turned around in chaos to try to escape. However, they realized that their tragedy had just begun...

Behind them is a bridge.

A narrowest part is only less than three meters wide, and below is a bridge that can flood the river horses.

The Mongolian cavalry who understood this rushed towards Bali Bridge desperately, crowding each other to try to pass through this throat. They were densely blocked on the narrow bridgehead like slaughtered flocks.

Two miles behind them, two machine guns raised the muzzle at the same time. The two machine gunmen looked at each other, and then turned the handle at the same time. The bullets falling from parabola like shells fell on the Bali Bridge, which was packed with cavalry in a blink of an eye. The corpses were piled up at the bridge head almost instantly. The rate of firing of three hundred rounds per minute made the entire Bali Bridge become a mountain of corpses in less than a minute. The corpses of people and war horses piled up on the high-altitude bridge, and even crossed the exquisite guardrails on both sides and fell into the river. Their blood flowed to the bridge head on the smooth stone slabs below, and then flowed into the Tonghui River like a small river.

At this time, the remaining Mongolian cavalry completely collapsed, with only less than 2,000 left in the 4,000 people. They ran to both sides on the south bank of Tonghui River, but they still fell down in the whistling of machine gun bullets.

It doesn't matter how much they can escape.

What is important is that Daoguang's final struggle ended with the sound of Ming army machine gun shooting, and nothing can stop the Ming army from coming to Beijing.

The Green Camp cavalry in the distance turned around silently.

It is obvious that they no longer consider any military law issues. The Qing Dynasty is like this, and basically cannot control the Green Camp. From the tacit acts between them and the Ming army before, it can be seen that the green camp generals have begun to preserve their strength. After all, with the brutality of the Ming army, it is hard to say whether Beijing can be saved. The south has been disrupted. If Beijing is taken down by the Ming army, Zhili will also fall into war, and the Qing Dynasty will basically begin to enter a chaotic world.

What is the most important thing in a chaotic world?

Guns are the most important.

As for whether Beijing will be captured by the bandits, the Green Camp is all about the matter, they all come from reinforcements from all over the country, and they have no property and relatives in Beijing. The Green Camp generals and the gentry behind them are no longer interested in Guan Daoguang's life or death. The most important thing is to retain their strength to fight against the Ming army.

In fact, local officials and gentry had begun to recall at this time. It was obvious that the court's defeat was not entirely a bad thing for them. From the gentry of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, they knew that they had begun to adapt to the new environment. They should know that while they were organizing a large-scale training, the money and food they gave to the court were interrupted in various ways, either open or secret. The Eight Banners who had previously shown their power in Hangzhou are now as honest as rabbits in front of Zhejiang gentry. On the battlefield in Hunan, the general of Jingzhou seemed to be subordinates in front of the governor of Huguang, and even because of military discipline, he was criticized by the governor of Huguang in public. If the gentry in the Kangxi and Qianlong era depended on the Qing Dynasty, the White Lotus Sect was basically on par, and now at least the provinces in Jiangnan have become gentry's final decisions. The court is just an airtight, a airtight that integrates the gentry to the greatest extent, but it would be a joke to say that those gentry still respect the court.

On the battlefield in Hunan, the Eight Banners often rely on group training to save their lives!

Obviously, from this point on the north will become like this.

While the Green Camp retreated, the Eight Banners Cavalry, who were bombarded by cannons, also left in tears. Instead, they did not run away, but returned to Beijing directly from Yongding Gate to fight the Fried Bandits in Beijing next time. After all, they had no other place to run. Their families and property were all in Beijing. Where could they run? Since the field battle could no longer stop the Fried Bandits, for the sake of their own property and family, they could only prepare to defend Beijing and wait for the righteous army to fight for the king in the world.

It is obvious that they have not realized the seriousness of the problem.

After the Ming army came to Beijing tore off the last fig leaf of the Qing Dynasty, it was probably not easy to wait for the King's righteous army...

"This person's heart is disbanded, and it's hard to lead the team!"

The God Emperor said to the Green Camp cavalry who had disappeared from his sight.

Then he turned around.

"Forward, the warriors of the empire, target Beijing!"

He waved his golden arm and said with the golden light of the rising sun.
Chapter completed!