Jiang Wan stood under the commander's flag and looked at the battlefield below the city.
There is a distinct black line on the battlefield, which is the center line between the Ming army and the Tartar camp. It is also the farthest distance that the three-pounder cannon on the city head can reach.
But at this moment, there were almost no three-pound cannons on the city top, and there were only dozens of bright six-pound cannons.
All the six-pound cannons in the entire Zhenjiang Fort and even the entire Dongjiang Town are here. This is all Tang Ruowang's achievements in Tieshan City in the past few months. Before this, this heavy six-pound cannon had not participated in actual combat at all.
, and the heavy body of the six-pounder can't even be loaded onto a gun cart and pushed to a battlefield several miles away.
On top of the city was the battlefield for these six-pounders.
In such weather, not only people are affected, but war horses are also affected. If this snowstorm reduces the combat power of both sides at the same time, it is obvious that the Ming army, which uses firearms as its main tool, is better than the Ming army whose main tool is war horses.
The tool's post-Jin army was less affected.
Flintlock muskets are basically equipped to the entire army in Dongjiang Town. The weather may make the soldiers' hands less flexible, but the impact is only on speed. It is nothing more than a slower shooting frequency, and the increased number of muskets is enough to make up for this.
The loss of some combat power.
However, the impact of weather on cavalry, whether they are men or horses, is real.
The war drums on the city head rumbled, which was a command and a powerful voice. The military formation under the city, after trekking for more than a mile, was slightly scattered, but the Tartar cavalry in the distance still maintained their posture.
restraint.
Jiang Wan looked ahead with a solemn face. The siege of Kong Ziying had made the Tartars know a lot about Dongjiang Town. At least they had a clear picture of the range of the cannons on the city.
They probably wouldn't do anything until their military formation was out of range of the cannon.
Two miles away, the distance from the center line is only a few hundred steps, and there are at most four or five more formations before the Tartars should take action.
"Let the home team pause and wait for the flanks to get closer!"
Jiang Wan ordered, the drums behind him sounded, flags flew, and the slowly advancing home team slowly stopped, while the two phalanxes on the flanks continued to maintain their rhythm and approached the home team.
"Now, left wing, catapult attack!"
Daishan smiled coldly and waved his hand down. Behind him, more than ten huge black shadows rose into the sky from the camp, pulling out only the erratic fire shadow in the air, and smashed hard at the Ming army.
Left wing.
"Array, array, defend!"
Huge fireballs fell from the sky. Even though the Ming army's array had already reacted and countless shields flipped over the array, these dozen fireballs still smashed out more than a dozen huge black balls in the Ming army's array.
point.
Each black spot meant several or even dozens of Ming army casualties. Such a dense formation was not only detrimental to defensive artillery, but also to simple large-area throwing weapons such as catapults.
At this moment, the Ming army suffered heavy casualties.
The corners of Daishan's mouth slowly turned up. He looked at the panicked left wing of the Ming army and thought he would see the Ming army's array collapse. But soon, the smile at the corner of his mouth faded and slowly became
He became serious.
The catapult behind him was still throwing fireballs unhurriedly, and the Ming army was still suffering casualties. However, the black spots produced by each fireball were quickly replaced by the red uniforms of the Ming army.
It was full. Under such a blow, the Ming army's phalanx did not collapse.
"It's time for the cavalry to charge!" Azig also stared in that direction closely: "We have to charge even if we suffer casualties. Only God knows how many rounds this newly built catapult can hit. Don't miss this opportunity!"
The eyes of Daishan and Amin both fell on him. Azig was stunned and immediately understood what they meant: "Give me two thousand more people, and leave my left wing to me!"
"Hachi, Sannu, follow Azigbele!"
Daishan shouted loudly, and the two generals behind him immediately rushed out. Azig glanced at the two Belles fiercely, turned his horse's head, and rushed towards the left wing.
He has the fewest soldiers and horses, which is why he should rush into battle!
"Artillery team! Artillery team!"
The Ming army on the left is the two battalions of fierce and fierce tigers led by Yao Chunyong. The left wing of the Ming army is actually the right wing in the eyes of the Tatars. Logically speaking, attacking the right wing as the beginning of a war has never been this way. However, this kind of strategy
An unfortunate thing happened to Yao Chunyong!
When the catapult dropped the fireball, the Huben camp almost collapsed on the spot. The soldiers he personally sent out killed dozens of soldiers running around on the spot before they could stabilize the formation. The tactics of Dongjiang Town were clear.
Chu De told him that messing up the formation would lead to death. He understood this truth, but the soldiers who watched the fireballs falling from the sky did not understand.
Fireballs were still raining down from the sky sparsely, and there were still casualties in the ranks. However, the chaos was finally under control. Before he could count the losses, he saw the Tartar cavalry, which was almost as many as his phalanx, falling like a tide.
Flooded down the hillside.
Under his loud orders, the entire array finally stopped and quickly entered a defensive state, while the artillery vehicles hidden among the soldiers in the rear also began to load artillery shells!
This should have been done a long time ago!
Yao Chunyong looked at the dark incoming Tartar cavalry, and even suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart. This was his familiar fighting method. Whether he could defeat him or not, at least if he died in battle, he would die.
Understand, it would be too frustrating to be killed by a stone dropped by a catapult for no reason.
The sound of the cannon rang out as he expected, and the shells fell among the Tartar cavalry, overturning the Tartars one after another.
The sound of firecrackers also began to sound, and the soldiers around him continued to loudly report the battle situation. The battle became fierce almost from the beginning. At this moment, there was almost no need for Yao Chunyong to direct. Everyone in the battle formation knew that he was
What was he going to do? He even had some free time to look at the entire battlefield.
There was a figure standing there faintly on the top of the city. He knew that it was the commander looking at him. The main team in the distance was waiting seriously, preparing for the attack of the Tartars. The right wing further away, on this
The direction could no longer be seen, but the sound of cannons only rang out when I was relieved. Thinking about it, there was no fighting over there.
"How unlucky! Is our Huwei camp easy to bully?"
Yao Chunyong suddenly felt a little aggrieved that so many Tatars attacked him first.
"The enemy broke through the front line and suffered heavy casualties, sir!"
"The front line raised a flag for help!"
"The Fire Guns Team retreats, and the Blade and Shieldmen push forward. Even if they all die, the Fire Guns Team cannot be overrun!"