Chapter 357: It is advisable to chase the poor pirates with the remaining courage
The rocket launches quickly and the reloading speed is not slow. It is not twice or twice as fast as the muzzleloader artillery.
The artilleryman only needs to pick up the rockets, put them into the launcher one by one, pull out the leads, connect them together with a long lead, and pull them out for more than ten meters, and everything is done.
Once completed, it is equivalent to loading more than ten artillery pieces, and the efficiency is not generally high.
In about a minute or two, the artillerymen raised their flags to signal the commander that they were ready to fire again.
"Fire!" The passionate voice sounded again, and a red flag was waved down suddenly, like a knife slashing hard.
The sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami resounded through the battlefield again, making the Jianlu shudder and fear, and making the Dongjiang Army soldiers excited and excited.
Many rockets have small holes drilled into their tails, which can emit a sharp whistle when flying in the air. The purpose is to increase the deterrence and make people frightened.
Liu Xingzhi was on Tushan Mountain, looking at the battlefield that once again bloomed with brilliant fireworks, and issued the order for a general attack.
The flag-flower rockets flew into the sky one after another, bursting out with brilliant sparks and making a dull thunderous roar. The rumble of war drums and the explosions one after another formed the symphony of the general attack.
"Charge, kill!" The musketeers finished firing their bullets and no longer reloaded. Under the command of the officer, they straightened their bayonets, shouted passionately, and charged forward to kill.
A rocket bombardment was also launched on the top of the city. Sakhalian's troops suffered heavy casualties in the chaos. The injured and frightened horses neighed and jumped wildly, and the wounded and dead Jianluo screamed and howled.
The musketeers in front of them fired a dense volley like rain, screaming and running forward, their bayonets sharp, like a forest of spears, piercing straight through.
The intensive and violent bombing completely disrupted Jianlu's attack and deployment. From front to back, the entire army was almost trampled once, well, twice.
The formation was in chaos, the flags were in chaos, and the people were in chaos. Then they were violently counterattacked by the Dongjiang Army's musketeers, and they immediately fell into even greater chaos.
The artillerymen were quickly adjusting the angles of the rocket launchers, all of which were changed to maximum range bombardment. They were loading rockets and preparing for the next violent fire.
As long as it is difficult for the Jianlu to adjust, they will not be able to form an organized counterattack and resistance. With strict control against chaos, the Dongjiang Army's counterattack will be more advantageous and have the upper hand.
Huang Taiji was helped up from the ground by the guards. His head was buzzing, his ears were ringing, and he was almost deaf. Two rounds of intensive rocket bombardment killed his horse and injured his leg.
What was even more severely hit was his psychology, which almost made him lose the ability to think in shock and regret.
The enemy not only had artillery, but also had an astonishing number, several times more than in the Battle of Nanguan. This showed that all his choices were wrong, and he led the Jianzhou warriors and the Mongolian vassals to a dead end.
From the prospect of victory to the disastrous defeat, the huge psychological gap almost defeated Huang Taiji, leaving him at a loss and unable to make a quick decision on the next step.
His eyes moved slowly, and there were corpses of people and horses lying dead on the ground everywhere. In the choking smoke, there were also people and horses thrashing about randomly.
Daishan, who was not far away, was helped up by the guards. He looked over blankly and looked at Huang Taiji like two fools, not knowing what to say.
"King Khan, King Khan..." the guard called anxiously. It took the Emperor Taiji a while to turn his eyes, but she only saw the guard's mouth moving, but her ears still couldn't hear the sound.
Several guards grabbed the war horses, pulled Huang Taiji and Daishan onto them, and fled away.
No, no, we can’t fail like this!
Huang Taiji wanted to rein in his horse and shouted loudly, but his voice was quickly covered up by another round of rocket bombing.
A rocket landed in front, and several guards screamed and stepped forward bravely, using men and horses to cover Huang Taiji and Daishan.
The rockets fell down like rain, in front, behind, left, right, everywhere.
There is no precise landing point, just large area bombing. This is a shortcoming of rockets that is difficult to improve. However, winning with quantity and speed is an advantage that other weapons cannot match.
Explosions occurred one after another, shrapnel shot out, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and occasionally a ball of fire exploded. Wherever the kerosene fell, it would stick to and burn.
Huang Taiji's horse was injured by shrapnel. He struggled to control the horse that was running and jumping around. With the help of several guards, he managed to make the horse stop its restlessness.
"King Khan, you are injured." A guard noticed the blood on Huang Taiji's hand and wanted to check the bandage, but Huang Taiji pushed him away with a cold face.
That was Yinda Huqi, who was the first to attack Zunhua City, and was promoted to the rank of prime minister. Huang Taiji looked at the body that fell not far away, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.
How many Jianzhou warriors did not fall in a frontal fight with the enemy, but died in suffocation under the enemy's crazy bombing.
Huang Taiji was protected by the guards and fled again. In other words, he was heading to a safe area to avoid enemy fire.
Only by evacuating to a relatively safe place can we regroup and redo our plan. Huang Taiji also thought clearly and gave up his resistance to escape.
Saharian also led the remnants of his troops to flee westward. Under the bombardment of rockets and the blows of muskets, he knew that he had to escape first before he could regroup.
But the Dongjiang Army's counterattack has just begun. How can it be as simple as repelling Jianlu for several miles?
The infantry pushed through the narrow official road area, and suddenly opened up in front of them, and the wilderness covered with ice and snow appeared in the field of vision.
Under the command of the officer, the infantry continued to charge forward, but they spread out to the two wings and made way for the middle road.
The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and two thousand flying cavalry rushed across the official road, blowing across the wilderness like a strong wind, moving forward, moving forward, chasing wildly.
A thousand flying cavalry also came out of Zunhua City, led by Liu Qishi, and thrust into the battlefield like a sharp steel knife.
After the three flying cavalry, they were followed by three teams of lancers, each with seven to eight hundred people. This was already the maximum number of war horses that could be collected.
This was the final means to win. Guo Dajing was not satisfied with just repelling the Jianlu. He wanted to completely defeat the enemy and defeat the Jianlu in the fierce pursuit.
The cavalry was in front, and the infantry became more and more brave. They stepped forward and let out the shouts in their hearts, like a flood breaking through the embankment, surging forward.
Flags were raised one after another, with different eye-catching numbers on them. Each flag led three hundred musketeers, pushing boxcars and Fran machine guns, in pursuit of the fleeing Jianluo.
The three hundred musketeers were an independent combat unit in the pursuit. They were very flexible and could plunge Jianlu into constant panic during the Fourth War.
More than thirty combat teams spread out more and more as they pursued. In the vast wilderness, wherever there were prisoners, they pursued them; wherever there was fighting, they rushed to support them.
"It is better to use your remaining courage to chase down the poor bandits, rather than pretending to be a famous academic overlord."
Guo Dajing looked at the red flags that could be seen everywhere in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt such joy and excitement in his chest that he couldn't help but roar.
More than a year of preparation was just for this moment of victory. He clenched his fist hard and exhaled a long breath of white mist. It was really not easy!
Under the concentrated fire bombardment of thousands of rockets, Jianlu not only suffered heavy losses, but also suffered a heavy psychological blow.
Then comes the flying cavalry's brave attack. Strictly dealing with the chaos will make it very difficult for Jianlu to regroup. If the flying cavalry falls into a melee, the gunners and infantry who follow will use muskets to provide fire support to the flying cavalry.
This wasn't the end yet - Guo Dajing turned to Cao Huachun, cupped his hands, and said, "Please, Eunuch Cao, guard the city. At the end of the day, he will lead his troops to hunt down Jianlu."
Cao Huachun was looking out of the city. Even though he didn't know much about military affairs, he knew that victory was in sight.
Listening to the cries of killing, looking at countless red flags leading the dazzling armor forward boldly. His face was a bit ferocious. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and frowned, and seemed to have become a member of the brave pursuit of Jianlu.
Fang Zheng Huaxu woke up relatively quickly and touched Cao Huachun lightly. When Cao Huachun turned his eyes, he reminded: "General Guo wants to hunt down Jianlu, please guard the city."
Ah, ha, Cao Huachun woke up from his dream and hurriedly said: "General Guo will take charge of it himself. This city will be left to the Za family. It will be absolutely foolproof."
Guo Dajing smiled, cupped his hands again, glanced around Yang Chun and others, and turned around with a warning in his majesty.
There were only a thousand people defending the city. Even though Jianlu had been defeated, there was no guarantee that anyone would escape the pursuit and take a detour to break through the pass.
Therefore, the city gates will be closed tightly, and no one will be sent out to clean the battlefield and harvest heads, just wait for the Dongjiang Army to return.
Guo Dajing was worried about Yang Chun and others. If they dared to disobey orders, the troops left behind in the city would be rude to them.
Only a few men and horses were left in the main position to resist defence. More than a thousand musketeers protected the artillery units as they moved forward. Vehicles carrying rockets and launchers stretched for more than two miles.
Guo Dajing led a thousand men and horses out of the city, merged the two groups into two, accelerated their march along the official road, and headed directly to the west.
Although the battle was far away, it did not stop for a moment. The Dongjiang Army, which consisted of tens of thousands of infantry and cavalry, closely followed the retreating footsteps of Jianlu and continued to fight in the wilderness.
"Charge, kill!" The flying cavalry led by Fan Dalin were divided into two teams, speeding up again, and like a strong wind, they swept towards a group of Jianlu who had not yet finished gathering.
Wherever there are many enemies, they rush towards them, disrupting their attempts to gather, and scattering the troops they have gathered.
The pursuit was like a violent storm. After several battles, there were now only more than 800 flying cavalry out of a thousand. The rest were either killed or injured and fell behind.
But it was worth it. They defeated at least three groups of rebels who tried to assemble, and with the cooperation of the lancers, they killed and wounded thousands of enemies.
There are about a thousand Jianlu who are gathering under the banner. Facing the enemy cavalry rushing towards them, they can only fight hastily.
Amidst the officers' roars, Jianlu picked up their horses and charged towards them, waving their swords and guns.
After nearly a day of repeated attacks, Jianlu's physical strength was greatly exhausted, and their failed retreat also affected their psychology.
Regardless of physical strength or psychology, the Flying Cavalry has the advantage. If we don't fight now, when will we wait?
Rows of flying knights, like copper and iron walls, formed waves of uninterrupted impact and slashing at a distance of thirty to fifty meters.
On the other side were the lancers who arrived quickly. Before they had time to dismount, they quickly formed a long row and fired bullets from their guns at Jianlu.
This is the advantage of the flintlock gun, which can travel with preloaded ammunition; this is also the advantage of the lead bullet wrapped in grease silk, which can keep the bullet in the barrel without falling out.
A large group of Jianlu people fell on their backs. Even if the people were not injured, the same thing happened if their horses were hit.
The fallen Jianlu would no longer have a chance to survive. They would either be trampled and killed by flying cavalry, or they would be killed by groups of advancing infantry scattered on the battlefield.
After the lancer fired the bullets in his gun, he jumped off his horse, quickly loaded his ammunition, and prepared to fire again.
Feiqi and Jianlu collided head-on. The war horses neighed, swords and guns exchanged, some people were being hacked to death, and some people were falling off their horses.
But in terms of casualty ratio, Flying Cavalry has a clear advantage.
Firstly, Jianlu was not used to this kind of near-destruction style of play. Without this psychological preparation, a little hesitation and hesitation could be enough to cost him his life.
Secondly, Jianlu suffered heavy physical and psychological damage, which was inferior to Feiqi's pursuit of victory. Momentum, or morale, may seem invisible, but it can play a vital role.
Another group of flying cavalry collided with some Jianlu who had hurriedly changed direction from the flank. The first row suffered 40% casualties, the second row only had 20% casualties, and the following third row managed to kill a handful of them almost unscathed.
Jianlu.
The roar of muskets sounded again. Under the concentrated fire of hundreds of muskets, the Jianlu prisoners suffered heavy casualties. They no longer had the courage to fight. More than two hundred remaining survivors began to flee on horseback.
"Kill, kill!" The flying cavalry let out a thunderous roar and pursued them with increasing ferocity.
The lancer quickly loaded his bullets, mounted his horse again, followed the friendly troops, and galloped forward.
Groups of infantrymen appeared one after another. Sometimes they trotted, sometimes they stopped to shoot, and sometimes they stabbed and killed the prisoners.
The excitement and excitement of victory inspired them and boiled their blood, making them forget their fatigue and could only pursue and kill the enemy happily.
A group of lancers surpassed the infantry, galloped past, and ran towards the distance.
Although they did not collect many war horses before the war, Guo Dajing and others also planned to capture them during the battle.
No matter which army unit gathers a hundred cavalry, they mount their horses to pursue them, so that the number of cavalry on the battlefield continues to increase, and the mobile power to pursue and kill the enemy becomes more and more abundant.
The flying cavalry and lance cavalry who ran to the front were not fighting alone, they would receive constant reinforcements. Even though they looked like a hundred cavalry, a hundred cavalry were coming, but they had the confidence in their hearts that someone else would come.
Help.
"Happy, happy! Brothers, charge at me and kill!"
Almost at the front of the battlefield, Liu Qishi roared loudly, waved his sword over his head, waited for the sound of musketry to stop, and then led his team to charge towards Jianlu again.
Not far away, the flying cavalry led by Liu Xingzuo divided into two teams and attacked the Jianlu banner in front.