Chapter 359 Manggurtai died, and Daishan fell into the Jedi
More than twenty rocket launchers are busy being deployed. The launch site is right next to the road, pointing diagonally towards the road, and its range can cover nearly a mile on the road.
As long as the Jianlu were stopped by landmines, what awaited them was an overwhelming bombing.
Although the task of the special operations battalion is to intercept the Jianlu, not completely block them, Wang Qian and Feng Xijian still hope to keep more Jianlu.
Gently moving his fingers, Han Zhong carried the loaded musket and made a final inspection of the position.
The enemy will be defeated soon. The officers and soldiers of the special operations battalion are more calm and calm than other troops. This is a strong army that has experienced hundreds of battles. In terms of infantry, its combat power is the highest in the Dongjiang Army.
Han Zhong and another officer, leading 600 musketeers, moved forward for nearly two miles and hid on both sides of the road, specifically to attack the middle and rear troops of Jianlu.
"Don't rush to shoot, try to aim at the high-ranking officials who established the slaves." Han Zhong reminded his soldiers.
"Don't worry, sir." The soldiers agreed one after another with a very relaxed tone.
Han Zhong smiled. The mental state of the soldiers was satisfactory.
A whistle sounded like a bird's call, and Han Zhong immediately became serious, hid in the snow pit bunker, stretched out his musket, and pointed it diagonally at the road.
Immediately, everything on the battlefield fell silent, and only the sound of the wind blowing through the dead branches could be heard.
The sound of horse hooves sounded in the distance, getting closer and closer. Judging from the clutter of sounds, there were more than two thousand horsemen.
The cold wind kept blowing on his face. Mang Gurtai squinted his eyes slightly, his face so gloomy that he could squeeze out water.
The haze of the disastrous defeat, the helpless giving up of the rich plunder, the resentment towards Huang Taiji, and all kinds of complicated emotions enveloped this Sanbeile.
Anger, loss, depression and other negative emotions always find someone to vent to. Mang Gurtai, who had been dissatisfied with Huang Taiji for a long time, neglected to take the path of Zunhua, which he had agreed to beforehand.
Fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly and led his men and horses to the location of the livestock, people, money and supplies. On the way, some random cavalry joined them, taking away a group of horses and supplies, and fled quickly towards Shimen.
Now, the two thousand cavalrymen were almost one person and two horses, which gave Mang Gurtai some confidence. After passing Shimen, although there were tens of thousands of Ming troops in Jizhou, they could still get around it by going through the mountains and forests.
After passing Jizhou, if the loss of men and horses is not large, we can still loot some places such as Miyun and collect some livestock and supplies, which will be enough for food on the way back to the army.
Everyone has their own thoughts. Mang Gurtai and Dorgon have different ideas, but they also have their own calculations.
Where there is life, there is hope.
Mang Gurtai exhaled a breath of thick white mist and continued to urge his horse forward along the road.
The few Jianlu who were running at the front suddenly felt that their horses seemed to be tripped by something. Although the impact was not significant, they still showed doubtful expressions.
Boom, boom, boom...a series of explosions rang out behind these captives. A series of thunders stretched for more than thirty meters, sending up streaks of black smoke and dazzling flashes of light on the road.
People were thrown over and their horses were screaming, and the galloping Jianlu was hit by a sudden blow. The people in front of them were overturned, but the people behind them couldn't hold the reins. They bumped and fell, and everything was in chaos.
The gunshots roared, the lights on both sides of the road flashed one by one, and hundreds of lead bullets rained down on Jianlu.
There was a scream in the air, and more than two hundred rockets with tail flames flew across the night sky and hit a section of the road that was more than a mile long.
Mang Gurtai reined in the galloping horse so hard that it almost stood upright. With a roar, he finally got control of the horse.
There was a storm in his heart, and he never expected to encounter an ambush here. This place was less than twenty miles away from Shimen, and he thought he was out of the battlefield and in a safe state.
He didn't know how many enemies were in ambush, and there were no obstacles on the road. Mang Gurtai couldn't decide how much it would cost to rush over under gunfire.
Dazzling flashes came one after another, rockets landed, explosions occurred one after another, shrapnel shot out, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and countless prisoners struggled in the iron fire, like a group of dancing demons.
"Retreat!" Mang Gurtai was terrified. The concentrated fire bombing under Zunhua City left a deep impression on him, causing an indelible psychological shadow and helping him make a decision.
The roar of muskets erupted on both sides, and hundreds of lead bullets, carrying a long-awaited murderous intent, spattered blood on the men and horses gathered on the road.
Two lead bullets hit Mang Gurtai in succession. Under the concentrated fire of five or six muskets, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, the heavy lead bullets knocked him off his horse.
This fierce and cruel slave chief died without even a final thought, let alone any last words or feelings of hatred.
Han Zhong took back his musket and quickly loaded the ammunition.
The slave chief was hit. He was not sure if it was the lead bullet he shot, but that didn't matter. Every prisoner deserved to die, and killing anyone made him feel happy.
The guards screamed and dismounted to save the flag master. In the hail of bullets, several more people fell down. When the guards helped Mang Gurtai up, they found that their master was already dead.
Arrows were fired hastily towards the roadside, but no Jianlu attempted to attack.
Another wave of rockets came over, and the explosions one after another destroyed Jianlu's last persistence. They were already frightened people. Under this fierce and violent blow, they only had the idea of escape.
The muskets were chasing and firing, and from time to time a captive fell off his horse, from time to time a war horse fell to the ground neighing miserably, and from time to time a captive who lost his horse and fled on foot was hit by lead bullets from behind.
The road that stretched for two or three miles was filled with corpses of men and horses, broken flags, destroyed swords and guns, and wounded soldiers moaning and screaming.
The ferocious and fierce firepower drove back the Jianluo troops in one fell swoop. Even before the special operations battalion launched a charge, the enemy turned around and fled.
"So without a fight?" Not only commanders Wang Qian and Feng Xijian expressed surprise, but the soldiers of the special operations battalion were also a little confused by this easy victory.
It seemed that only three shots had been fired, and before I had time to attach my bayonet and rush over to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, the enemy was defeated and fled like a frightened bird!
"Pursue the whole army!" Wang Qian and Feng Xijian simply said a few words, or they discussed and consulted before resolutely issuing the order.
The enemy has become frightened, and it is the time to pursue them bravely and expand the results. The casualty ratio on the battlefield, which is about the same, will suddenly widen at this time, and may become extremely disparate.
For example, in this short but fierce ambush battle, four to five hundred rockets and five to six thousand shots cost the enemy nearly half of their casualties.
In addition, the fleeing enemy often did not take care of the wounded soldiers and could only leave them behind. This was also one of the reasons for the higher casualties.
At this time, it was already late at night, but the Dongjiang Army's pursuit still did not stop.
Regardless of whether they were conscious or not, after encountering setbacks in their escape to Shimen, most of the Jianlu could only flee eastward to Qian'an. A small number of others took the mountain roads and continued to flee westward toward Shimen.
The Dorgon brothers led their troops to turn east first. After Huang Taiji's troops failed in the battle, they also fled to Qian'an as originally planned.
Following closely behind Huang Taiji were 1,500 flying cavalry, more than 3,600 lancers, and lancers who continued to capture horses and pursue them.
This powerful force cannot be easily shaken by one or two thousand Jianlu.
Liu Xingzuo, Liu Qishi, and Fan Dalin kept an eye on Huang Taiji's banner and pursued them bravely, never giving Jianlu a chance to breathe.
Moreover, they also knew that if they could capture or kill Huang Taiji alive, it would be a great achievement and they would be richly rewarded.
Not just them, but the glory of Dongjiang Town, and adding supreme glory to the commander-in-chief Guo Dajing.
Another group of Jianlu led by Zhenghuang Banner turned back to fight. The Jianlu who escaped with Huang Taiji also went crazy in order to protect their Khan, trying to stop the enemy's fierce pursuit.
Hundreds of lancers drove toward the flanks, stretched out their lines, and took the lead in firing on their horses, disrupting the enemy's attack rhythm.
"Charge, kill!" Fan Dalin led his troops to rush forward and started fighting with Jianlu.
Liu Xingzuo and Liu Qishi led their flying cavalry around the battlefield and continued to pursue. The large group of lancers was behind them, and this group of desperate prisoners would soon be wiped out.
The Jianlu troops had been completely dispersed and disrupted, and the Dongjiang Army's combat units of two to three hundred people were scattered across a relatively vast battlefield to pursue and kill the remaining enemies.
Guo Dajing led the main force of more than 4,000 infantry artillery to the west of Baozidian, more than 30 miles west of Zunhua, and attacked with the special operations battalion from front to back and surrounded nearly 2,000 Jianlu. The leader was Dabeile Daishanhe.
His son Saharian was seriously injured.
Baozidian was originally a town, but it had been burned into ruins during the invasion of Japan. Daishan led more than a thousand troops and got separated from Huang Taiji. Because he had to take care of his seriously injured son, he was not marching very fast.
Later, some scattered Jianlu soldiers told Daishan that Sanbeile Manggurtai led his troops towards Shimen. Daishan thought it was Huang Taiji's order, so he turned from south to east and also rushed towards Shimen.
In his opinion, Huang Taiji might regroup the scattered troops at Shimen, then return to attack the tens of thousands of Ming troops who were following him, and then plunder the Jizhou and Miyun areas. Exiting from Gubeikou would also be a remedial measure.
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Another important reason why most of the Jianlu tribes retreated to the west first was that the people, livestock, money and materials they plundered were all in Xiliu Town, which is more than ten miles away from Zun.
People and money are at stake. When Jianlu was defeated, he did not expect that the Dongjiang Army's pursuit would be so fierce. But it is possible that they were still reluctant to part with these captures.
Daishan led his men to protect his son. They only robbed a few carts of money and some livestock in Xiliu Town, and then retreated to Shimen in the west.
On the way, Daishan met the remnants of Mang Gurtai who were defeated by the special operations battalion and were chasing them here.
Knowing that there was an interception ahead, Daishan realized that Huang Taiji probably did not go to Shimen, so only Qian'an to the east was left.
If he had rejoined these remnant soldiers and chosen to kill the western passage and still take the Shimen, it would be difficult for him to break through the blockade of tens of thousands of Ming troops in terms of strength.
But if he wanted to go to Qian'an, he had to go back. Daishan could only lead his troops back quickly, hoping to get to Baozidian before the pursuers arrived, and then go south and take a long way to Qian'an to escape.
But his luck was completely shattered north of Baozidian. The pursuers had arrived, blocking the southward roundabout route to Qian'an.
The night wind was bleak, making it even colder. Under the cold moonlight, Daishan's heart became even more miserable and desolate.
Could it be that this is the burial place of someone?
Turning his head to look at his unconscious son on the stretcher, Daishan smiled bitterly, but then he let out a long breath and slowly but firmly pulled out the machete.
It has been many years since I went into battle, let alone killed the enemy! Now, let the enemy see that although he is old, he is still a warrior of the Aisin Gioro clan.
Opposite, Guo Dajing held up his telescope and was not in a hurry to launch an attack. He was observing carefully and waiting for the artillery to be ready to launch.
Is it this old guy Daishan?! Guo Dajing suddenly saw the enemy's flag showing up in the team, and couldn't help but squint his eyes. This was the enemy who was going to fight with all his strength!
Looking back at the artillery position, dozens of rocket launchers had been deployed, and many more were being loaded and prepared.
"Open fire and bombard!" Guo Dajing did not wait any longer. Before the enemy started, he wanted to strike first.
The torch was shaking violently and then waved down hard. The artillerymen who received the signal immediately lit the fuse and fired hundreds of prepared rockets.
Countless rockets spraying tail flames flew through the night sky and flew in. Daishan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he also heard the screams and screams from around him.
There were still so many enemy artillery pieces. Daishan didn't know the difference between rockets and artillery pieces, but he knew that the weapons that exploded when they hit the ground were quite lethal.
"Charge!" Daishan waved his sword forward, roared loudly, and took the lead in charging.
Since there was no way to avoid it, and since he had been attacked from both sides, Jianlu also burst out with the courage to fight to the death. Howling, he followed Daishan and launched an attack on the enemy on the opposite side.
The rockets landed and waited for a few seconds before exploding one after another, lighting up balls of dazzling fire and rising into clouds of smoke and black mist.
Jianlu, who rushed quickly, happened to avoid the covering bombardment. The men and horses behind them were not so lucky. In the explosion, they were turned upside down, screamed and neighed.
Although the hundreds of prisoners led by Daishan escaped the rocket bombardment, their good luck ended here. A row of vehicle cannons was right in front of them, spitting out flames and white smoke, and shooting out raindrops of pellet...
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Immediately afterwards, the roar of muskets resounded across the battlefield, and lead bullets were fired at the rushing Jianlu.
Clusters of arrows flew across the night sky, shooting at the well-formed Dongjiang Army almost simultaneously.
This is the strategy that Jianlu hopes for most, but he has to choose the tactic. If he stays still, he will only be bombarded continuously. Now, he can at least cause some damage to the enemy.
Jianlu continued to rush out of the smoke of the explosion and rush towards the enemy desperately. This was an explosion that was forced to a dead end. Even the injured Jianlu screamed and joined the attack regardless of his injuries.
The Fran cannon fired shotguns at the fastest speed, and the musketeers fired row after row, blocking the Jianlu's approach with ferocious firepower.