If the Tartars charge, they will hold their ground. If the Tartars don't charge, they will march right in front of them and step on their faces!
This is an army with almost no cavalry. The speed of their advance is so slow and ridiculous in the eyes of the horsemen. However, even if it is slow, the short battlefield of five or six miles cannot withstand their footsteps.
Measure.
The cavalry on the opposite side finally moved, and they slowly began to speed up their horses. Soon, snow was flying on the ground, and the entire wilderness seemed to begin to shake. They came from all directions, as if overwhelming, toward the person in front of them.
A Ming army pressed over.
With an unstoppable attitude.
The entire column of the Ming army shrank, a typical foot soldier tactic of preparing for a cavalry attack. In the battles between the Ming army and Hou Jin for many years, in the field, this was the only tactic used to ensure that one's array would not be attacked.
The cavalry was overwhelmed and scattered.
Once the cavalry breaks into the infantry formation, the battle is actually over.
The Houjin cavalrymen knew this better than the Ming army.
Therefore, the key to victory or defeat, in their view, is the distance from the Ming army's array, which is more than a mile away.
The cannonballs in the sky carried a huge whistling sound, and repeatedly hit the galloping cavalry like scattered meteors. From time to time, the cavalry and their horses were pierced by the whole cannonball into a huge gourd of flesh and blood, and they fell
It was the corpse that would trip up several war horses following them.
Scenes like this can be seen everywhere among charging cavalry.
However, compared with the huge number of cavalry, these fallen cavalry who were hit, and even the cavalry who were implicated in the misfortune because of their fall, are just inconspicuous in this huge sea of cavalry.
Just the waves.
One hundred and twenty three-pound cannons basically function at a normal speed of one shot per minute. Even if a skilled gunner performs extraordinary performance on the battlefield, it is only three shots in two minutes.
Even so, within two minutes, only two to three hundred cannonballs fell into the cavalry pile, and these two minutes were enough for the horses running at full speed to rush to the front of the Ming army array.
However, even so, the gunners in the artillery team never stopped for a moment.
They mechanically repeated the same actions, constantly firing cannonballs one after another. Li Zicheng's order was that even if the cannon exploded, the cannon could not stop.
The impact point of the artillery shells was concentrated at a distance of 500 meters from the front line. One hundred and twenty cannons, at this distance of 500 meters, forcibly created a death zone that was dozens of meters wide and hundreds of meters long.
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From the very beginning, the artillery shells were not directed at the running cavalry, but rather created a death zone here, waiting for the enemy on the opposite side to rush over. Some Tartars were not afraid of death, and some were lucky.
However, no matter which one you choose, you must be prepared to die when passing through this area.
People on the battlefield were shouting and neighing, almost all of which were made by the Houjin people. On the Ming army's side, the sound of cannons and muskets became the voice of the Ming army. With enough skillful training and actual combat, all the soldiers
The Ming army knew very well that when the cannons and muskets were firing, it was best not to say anything.
Anyway, I couldn't hear it.
At this time, the gestures of the drummer of each team and the leader at the end of the team make it easier for them to know what they should do at this moment than shouting orders loudly.
The fire gunners, in the dispersed queue, did not even look at the Tartar cavalry in front of them who had passed through the death zone and rushed towards them with ferocious expressions on their faces. They just lowered their heads emotionlessly and stuffed the charge
projectiles, and then pulled the trigger neatly towards those huge targets that were almost unnecessary to aim at.
There was no longer any need for orders from the officers. When the first enemy war horse broke through the artillery fire blockage, the commander of the musketry team issued the order to fire freely. On such a battlefield, the musketeers faced an overwhelming barrage of fire.
The enemy knight has only two options.
Or, just knock all the enemies rushing over to the ground.
Otherwise, you will be rushed in by the enemy and let yourself be trampled upon.
The roar of the fire gun is easy to make. Even when the fire gun player fires, it is easy to lose the perception of the sound of the fire gun in his hand. The only thing that happens when the fire gun is fired is the huge vibration and the eruption of the medicine pool.
The white smoke let them know that it was time to take the next step.
The firecrackers of the Guards Battalion have accounted for 30% of each thousand-man team. Because of Jiang Wan's high regard, the firecrackers in the hands of these 30% are almost all the latest improved firecrackers, even Wu Sangui's
There is no such thing as the Nanhai camp.
This is also the main reason why Li Zicheng put his two thousand-man troops, Li Guo and Li Gan, in the vanguard. Although he did not mean to look down on the Nanhai camp, in the face of the Tartar arrows and the fast-running horses, even if
When the enemy rushes in front of you, fire one or two more rounds of firecrackers, maybe you can kill more enemies.
This will put much less pressure on the heavily armored spearmen at the front wearing iron armor and holding spears.
And such heavy armored spearmen account for 20% of every thousand-man team in the guard camp. Their mission is to block the enemy's cavalry and prevent them from approaching the fire gunners. When necessary, they can even
Before dying, he turned his body into obstacles to slow down the cavalry.
And once a cavalry rushes into the formation without fear of life and death, the heavy armored spearmen will not turn back their spears, which are almost two or three people long, to look for traces of the enemy. In the queue, there are a large number of shield bearers and waist knives.
The hands are waiting for the enemies who rush into the array. Their role is to guard against the enemy's arrows and to deal with the enemies who are lucky enough to rush into the array.
Those Tartar cavalry who went through all kinds of dangers and even killed all their companions before hitting the Ming army array often had no time to rejoice when they were greeted by a flash of swords from all directions, and they and their horses were like mud cows entering the sea.
The same, they were submerged in the Ming army's formation, until the gap opened by the Ming army was filled by new soldiers, and the Ming army's battle formation returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
The battle became intense almost from the beginning.
Almost from the beginning, the God of Death on the battlefield began to wield the huge death scythe and harvest lives one by one. Whether it was from the Hou Jin people or the Ming army, in the eyes of the God of Death, this was a good harvest.
grand ceremony.
In the eyes of the God of Death, all people are equal.
The bodies of injured soldiers and dead soldiers being carried down from the front gradually increased. Li Zicheng of the Chinese Army was riding on a horse, listening to the officers' reports about the battlefield, and overlooking the battlefield with a calm expression on his face.
"Sir, Xu Jian's guerrillas are asking for help, and they are asking the artillery team to support the three-wheeled artillery on the right wing. There are too many Tatars, and Xu Jian Qianhu's side can't stand it anymore!"
"The artillery team has no support for them, let them withstand it!"
Li Zicheng replied expressionlessly: "Ask all the armored soldiers from Tan Chun's department to support Xu Jian, and tell Xu Jian that if he cannot withstand the defeat, I will chop off his head on the battlefield!"
Following Li Zicheng's order, the two hundred armored spearmen from the rear army rumbled towards the right wing to support them. With the addition of these two hundred heavy armored soldiers, the right wing was already loose and finally stabilized.
Li Zicheng sighed slightly as he watched the armored soldiers push forward and Xu Jian's soldiers clearing out the dozens of enemies who rushed into his formation like chopping melons and vegetables.
The Nanhai Battalion does not have the luxury equipment of its own Guards Battalion, which can carry heavy armor. The entire Dongjiang Town, except for Kong Youde's battalion, which has several hundred people, is almost all in the Guards Camp.
Li Zicheng didn't know how many times the generals from other battalions had to deal with the commander-in-chief, but the commander-in-chief never let go. Almost all of the iron armor made in Tieshan City was sent to him.
When the personal guard camp comes, even the commander's personal soldiers don't get this treatment.
While he was grateful, he vaguely seemed to have guessed a little bit of the commander-in-chief's thoughts. This time he led the army to the expedition, with his personal guard battalion as the main body, and Li Zicheng as the commander, but Wu Sangui was left behind, which further confirmed his
These are vague speculations.
However, he would not say anything. He, Li Zicheng, had died on the wall of Yan'an Prefecture a long time ago. He knew who he was today because of him.
No matter what the commander-in-chief wants to do, Li Zicheng will never blink an eye and will definitely follow the commander-in-chief to the death.
The sound of artillery continued on the battlefield, but the sound of gunfire suddenly became much sparser, except on the right wing.
Li Zicheng looked towards the battlefield and saw that the open space plowed out by the artillery team's shells was littered with the corpses of fallen horses and people, but no Tartars seemed to be charging over anymore.
A large group of Tartars stayed a few hundred steps away from this clearing, wondering about something.
On the side of the empty area approaching his own soldiers and horses, when the last Tartar on horseback was knocked down by the dense fire cannons, he looked as if there was no trace of any more fighting ahead.
The Tartars risked their lives and rushed forward. This is not their style!
He was slightly confused and turned his attention to the right wing. Compared with the sound of gunfire that gradually stopped in the front, the right wing was in full swing.
On the right wing, there are no artillery shells to block the enemy and reduce the enemy's number. The enemy's cavalry can attack the array on the right wing without any scruples. In just ten minutes, I don't know how many times it has happened.
The Tartar cavalry rushed in, and then were killed by the soldiers on the right wing.
He did not expect that the fiercest battle in this battle would not be the front, but his right wing.
Fortunately, he had just decisively sent armored soldiers to support. As soon as these armored soldiers were in place, the Tartar offensive was suddenly curbed. The soldiers on the right wing were finally able to recover and take a breather!
He was looking at the fighting right wing.
More than two miles away from him, Amin was also watching the battlefield over there.
When a thousand-man army attacked the front of the Ming army and was almost damaged, he ordered to stop the attack as expected. His soldiers and horses with blue flags were brave, but they were not stupid. They knew that the front was a piece of food that would be extremely uncomfortable to chew.
It was hard to say that he attacked in one breath without thinking, because Amin was too indifferent to the soldiers and too incompetent in using soldiers.
When he launched the attack, he found that Azig did not let him down. He almost attacked the left wing of the Ming army with all his strength with his remaining soldiers under the white flag.
This was exactly as he expected.
Not a single shell landed on Azig's soldiers and horses, which allowed him to attack the Ming army's array without hesitation. Azig's eyes seemed to be red, and he didn't pay attention to any half-hearted tactics.
, at the beginning of the battle, almost his entire army of one or two thousand men pressed forward with no fear of death.
At one point he saw Azig's soldiers and horses rushing into the Ming army's formation, and saw the cavalrymen of Zhengbai Banner killing the Ming army crowd.
Unfortunately, the rear team did not follow up, and the Ming army blocked the gap in time. This made Azig fall short and fell into a stalemate again.
"Retreat!"
He gave an order to his side: "We have lost our vigor. If we continue to fight, the Ming army's artillery will turn around, and all Azig's men and horses will be lost here!"
"Baylor, let me lead someone to charge again!"
A staff officer next to him said loudly: "We are just a little bit close, just a little bit close, we can break through Ming Gou's battle formation. Many soldiers have already rushed in just now!"
"Retreat troops, retreat twenty miles!"
Amin glanced at the military commander coldly: "The Ming army thinks so too. They are waiting for our son to die. Am I so stupid?"
The sound of the horn sounded on the battlefield.
Azig and Xu Jian, who were fighting fiercely, were stunned when they heard the sound of the horn. Then Xu Jian saw that the Tartars, who had not considered their lives as a priority, actually turned their horses and retreated.
His musket soldiers were still firing at the enemies, but the enemies appearing in their field of vision were getting fewer and fewer and farther away.
These Tartars rushed towards their brigade without any hesitation, even ignoring the wounded soldiers who were rolling in the mud and howling miserably. When they reunited with their brigade, Xu Jian saw the dark Tartar brigade.
Like a rolling dark cloud, it just swayed away.
The Tartars really retreated!
Xu Jian suddenly felt that all the strength in his body was drained. He sat down on the ground, not even thinking about lifting a finger.
All around him, his subordinates seemed unable to believe that the Tartars who had been fighting with them just now had all retreated, as if every one of them had saved a life.
Some people were cheering, some were shouting meaninglessly, some were crying uncontrollably, and some were looking around blankly, looking somewhat dazed.
"The Ming army is mighty!"
Fragmented cheers came from the distance, and they cheered for the might of the Ming army. Soon, more people joined the cheering array, and cheers were everywhere on the battlefield.
"The handsome man is mighty!"
A smile appeared on Li Zicheng's lips, and he raised his hands. Beside him, his personal guards also shouted: "The commander is mighty!"
Soon, more voices followed them and shouted. No one felt that their cheers had changed. They were just venting their excitement and joy of victory.
Since the Wanli Year, in all the Ming Dynasty's wars against the Tartars, this battle can be regarded as one of those in which an equal number of foot soldiers fought against the Tartar cavalry and did not fall behind when facing the enemy head-on in a field battle.