The scarlet blood was shocking, and the hot blood flowed out, warming the dry and cold earth, or flowing into the trenches, or slowly freezing on the ground, making it slippery everywhere. Many Qing wounded soldiers survived.
, howling fiercely, struggling and crawling everywhere, being seriously injured by projectiles, and the cold weather only increased their pain.
Many Qing soldiers were not dead for a while, struggling desperately, screaming in pain, or covering their wounds, carrying weapons, and stumbling forward. In the end, they were powerless, or rolled into the trench in front and remained motionless, or threw themselves over the pile of corpses.
On the bed, the body twitches occasionally.
The muskets were still ringing like popping beans. In order to move quickly, the Ming army put on light armor. They only brought five days of dry food, but each of them carried seventy rounds of fixed ammunition, as well as a portable
A batch of grenades.
The Qing soldiers were still crossing the first trench without any hindrance, but found that there was almost no place to stay in the open space between the second and third trenches. The number of corpses was increasing, stacking up, stumbling, and they were soon trapped by the difficulty of moving.
The bullet hit him and turned him into a cold corpse on the ground.
Finally, the Qing soldiers woke up. They no longer rushed forward, but ran back screaming. However, it was easier to move forward than to retreat. They had to climb the ladder on the trench to go back. Many people were jostling, panicking and falling.
He rolled into the trench and couldn't get out for a long time. The Qing soldiers were fired from behind again, and not a single Qing soldier could escape.
The first attack ended with heavy casualties. The original intention was to use the Han soldiers as cannon fodder, but Eshenbatulu miscalculated. The failure of the attack not only caused a serious blow to morale, even if the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners who were proficient in bows and arrows were sent
, the corpses and blood ice on the ground will definitely become a big obstacle, and the power exerted will be greatly reduced.
Moreover, since we have decided to break through the blockade with all our strength, there is no reason to stop like this. We must ignore casualties and launch fierce attacks one after another, even if it means filling the trenches with corpses. Only in that way can there be hope.
Facing the Han army, the Ming army suffered very few casualties, and the wounded and dead were carried down. A group of fresh troops were brought up to meet the more fierce attack with sufficient physical strength.
Wang Zhan and others who were standing behind to watch the battle were so surprised that they were speechless. Any skill in martial arts would have no effect at all under this dense rain of musket fire. It turned out that they were proud of their skills.
, in such a war mode - he felt that his confidence was greatly hit.
"Brother Wang, let's, let's—" A little brother looked at Wang Zhan indifferently.
"Don't be discouraged. It's always good to have martial arts skills." Wang Zhan smiled uglyly and said, "There will always be a time when the Qing soldiers are about to show up. Isn't it just a sword-and-gun encounter?"
Eshenbatulu's face was livid, and he looked coldly at the Qing soldiers who had escaped back, all of them in shock and with lingering fears. Many Qing soldiers were trembling all over and their eyes were dull, maybe because of fear. Or maybe they were extremely exhausted in the fierce battle.
The biggest reason. But Eshen showed disdain and contempt on his face, but he was shocked in his heart. The Ming army's firecrackers were too powerful. Shields and heavy armor could not stop them, and this defensive formation was really not suitable for our own side.
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"Let the warriors of the Eight Banners go forward!" Vice-capital Commander Buyan Tu said with some helplessness and regret: "It is useless to drive away the Han army. The troops cannot be deployed in the first place, and when the roads are piled with corpses, it is difficult to walk.
It’s even harder to break through.”
Eshenbatulu sighed silently, regretting his initial decision and tactics in his heart. It might be the best choice to send out archers first to suppress the Ming army behind the low wall and cover the friendly troops to set up ladders and charge.
"Fill the trench first. No matter what you use, even with corpses." E Shen put away his confused mood and gritted his teeth and said: "Climbing by ladders will not create a strength advantage. The enemy can shoot calmly. Adjust the Eight Banners archers to cover.
, the Han soldiers are still charging. Give me the order to attack. Our army will not stop attacking until sunset. I want to see how far the Ming army on the opposite side can withstand the thunderous offensive of my army!"
The orders were given separately, the drummers beat the war drums, the trumpeters blew the horns, and the Qing soldiers formed formations one after another, then let out earth-shattering shouts and rushed in with wild screams.
The deafening sound of firecrackers continued, and the entire perimeter of the Ming army's earthen walls was shrouded in thick smoke. The cold wind diluted the smoke, but could not wash away the thick smell of blood. On this narrow road, Ming Ming
The soldiers on both sides of the Qing Dynasty were fighting desperately. The Qing soldiers used bows and arrows, various weapons, and their own flesh and blood to compete with the Minghuo gun soldiers behind the earthen wall.
The Ming army's musketry soldiers behind the earthen wall opened fire again and again. The densely packed Qing army almost didn't need to take aim before being knocked to the ground one by one. The Eight Banners archers tried their best to cover and shoot. But the area was too small.
Shooting arrows in front of the first trench was not only ineffective, but the Qing soldiers in front also blocked their sight. When they reached the second and third trenches, the corpses scattered on the ground and the ground covered with blood and ice made it difficult for them to concentrate.
Together, we have to face the deadly bombardment of firecrackers.
The casualties of the Ming army were increasing, and the wounded were being replaced one by one, while the casualties of the Qing army were even more severe. Most of the wounded were left unattended, either lying on the ground waiting to die, or being trampled under the feet of friendly troops rushing over, or
It was pushed into the trench and became the material to fill the trench.
The first trench was filled with corpses, and the Qing soldiers began to fill the second trench. Facing the more intense firepower of the Ming army, rows of Qing soldiers were knocked down and then pushed into the trench mercilessly.
The archers were exhausted and their arms were so sore that they could not draw the bow. Another group came up and shot arrows at the Ming army. The wounded Ming soldiers who were shot in the arms and faces were sent down one after another. From the loaders to the shooters, one by one
They took over each other's positions and wildly fired deadly lead bullets at the Qing soldiers.
The Qing army attacked frantically, the second trench was filled, and they took another step forward. The distance was closer, the muskets fired harder, and the power was greater.
The ground was littered with corpses of Qing soldiers, as well as patches of frozen blood. From the pool of blood, the painful groans and screams of the surviving Qing soldiers could be heard from time to time. Those Qing soldiers who died densely in the trenches had a mixture of
Mud and blood, corpses of different shapes were gradually frozen into a hard mass.
The casualties have exceeded 500, and the Ming army that initially defended its position was almost replaced. However, the Qing army suffered even greater casualties, and the more it attacked, the more difficult it became.
There were too many dead and wounded, and the trenches were filled enough. The remaining corpses and wounded became obstacles to the charge and attack. However, the continuous attacks still had an effect. Some Qing soldiers had already rushed to the parapet. Although they were hit at close range, they were slumped.
He fell to the ground, but Eshen still felt hope.
Suddenly, the firepower on the Ming army's position suddenly increased. The bright lights of the fire system kept flashing, and the white smoke became thicker. The bullets became denser, beating the advancing Qing soldiers to death.
"More troops?" Eshen frowned and ordered the drums to be beaten, urging the front to continue the attack.
There is no need to count the casualties, and there is no need to count them, let alone to count them. Eshen knew that there must be heavy casualties, not only for the Han army, but also for the Eight Banners archers who helped to cover the formation. He looked at the Eight Banners soldiers who had formed their formation and hesitated.
Should we send this force with high hopes to defeat the enemy's blockade in one fell swoop?
Are you retreating? Eshen lowered his raised arm hesitantly. He saw that after a round of fierce shooting, the roar of muskets on the Ming army's position weakened, and his own soldiers had already rushed to the bottom of the parapet and were climbing up.
What you see may not be real. The Qing soldiers fighting in the front suffered huge casualties. They rushed to the bottom of the low wall, only to find that it was not that easy to climb up.
From the defensive position, the parapet is only half a man high. But from the attacker's point of view, it is nearly three meters high. The reason is simple. The parapet has been dug deep, forming a trench that is not a trench. There is also pouring water on the slope.
It got wet and was very slippery.
Most of the Qing soldiers were short and stout, and they could not see what was behind the wall when standing under the wall, but this obstacle must be overcome. The war drums behind them were urging, and the supervising team was pressing forward. Retreating would mean death. The parapet was immediately crowded or people used ladders.
, or Qing soldiers climbing up on ladders.
Niuluzhang Jingyala stepped on the soldiers' shoulders, jumped up, and climbed onto the parapet. At this time, the gunfire had stopped. In his imagination, the Ming army had been scared away by the tidal wave of offensive, and he would see——
Forty or fifty steps away, a low wall that had not yet completely frozen stood up. Countless black firecrackers were mounted on the low wall. Amidst the roar, white smoke rose up, and a blood arrow spurted out from Ya La's chest. He opened his eyes
The shocked eyes were pushed under the parapet by bullets. Many Qing soldiers who climbed over the parapet suffered the same fate. Screams came one after another, and corpses lay everywhere inside and outside the parapet.
The densely packed Qing troops climbed over the parapet like ants, and behind the parapet, there was a roar of firecrackers, and large plumes of smoke rose. Qing soldiers kept spitting blood, screaming and falling from the top.
He was immediately trampled underfoot.
There was a roar of firecrackers, and amid the cheers and screams of the Ming soldiers behind the earthen wall, another group of Qing soldiers were knocked to the ground. Such shooting was so wonderful that those Qing soldiers who had just climbed over the wall had no counterattack at all.
With so much power, there are now few arrows coming, and the Ming army's musketeers are calm and relaxed, as if they are shooting at a target.
Eshenbatulu climbed to a high place and finally saw clearly the situation of the battle ahead. Between the two low walls, the Qing soldiers were being massacred, yes, massacred. They had just climbed over, too late to regroup, too late to attack, too late to attack.
With a numerical advantage, they didn't even have time to draw their bows and arrows before dense bullets rushed towards them.
The archers under the first breastwork saw densely packed soldiers climbing over them. Their sight was blocked and they could only diffuse randomly, wasting their energy but with little effect.
Is it necessary to fill up the bottom of the first parapet with corpses, and then swarm up? Eshenbatulu felt a sense of sadness in his heart. What made him even more desperate was that dozens of steps behind the second parapet, there were countless people.
He was wielding a spade and a pickaxe, nervously and busily building another line of defense. Behind him, there seemed to be...
That's it! Eshen came to his senses. The Ming army's firm defense just now was to buy time for the defense line to be built at the back. Otherwise, they would not have risked casualties and would have used this insidious trick long ago.
How many people must die to break through? A deep sense of powerlessness caused Eshen to lose the ability to give orders. He saw that the soldiers in front were losing their fighting spirit due to physical exhaustion and huge casualties. They were dilly-dallying, delaying, and
They fell down on purpose so that others could rush in front of them. The Qing archers who were shouting to shoot arrows also gradually slowed down their pace in frustration. They did not pose a threat to the enemy. No matter how many arrows they shot, they would still be wasting their own energy and arrows.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do.
They had been fighting for almost three hours. The weather was cold and their vigor was gradually losing. Eshenbatulu was enveloped in despair and showed a dejected look.
The sound of gunfire suddenly became intensive. Seeing that the Qing soldiers had lost their energy and energy, the Ming army suddenly launched a counterattack. Rows of muskets fired, and screams continued from up and down the first parapet. The Qing soldiers suffered heavy casualties, many of them
I couldn't help but howl and ran away. I jumped from the parapet.
As the passionate war drums sounded, the Ming soldiers, who were already full of enthusiasm, climbed over the low wall, charged out with bayonets drawn.
"Kill the Tatars!" The shouts were earth-shattering, and the bayonets were like a forest, with constant popping sounds. The Qing soldiers who had already suffered heavy casualties could not withstand this sudden attack, and fled in defeat screaming.
The soldiers of the Ming army swept away the Qing army like a huge wave. They rushed to the first parapet and bombarded the Qing soldiers outside with muskets.
Smoke-emitting grenades fell like raindrops one after another, exploding in the crowd of Qing soldiers, sending shrapnel flying in all directions, causing the Qing soldiers to cry like ghosts and howl like wolves before turning around and running away.
After the shooting, they retreated and reloaded, and another row of Ming soldiers came forward. They didn't even need to aim at the chaotic and dense Qing soldiers, they just raised their hands and released. Round after round, the bullets were like the king of hell, chasing the fleeing Qing soldiers.
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Pieces of Qing soldiers fell down, some were hit, and more were squeezed down. The Qing soldiers who were once invisible were now like a chaotic flock of sheep, running away in confusion amid the spray of blood mist. The supervising team was
Overwhelmed and even hacked to death, the fleeing Qing soldiers lost their minds amidst the roaring sound of firecrackers behind them.
White mist filled the air. The Ming army's muskets were still firing intensively. Round after round, the corpses of the Qing army were stacked on the pillows, so that even the ground was covered. Wisps of white smoke rose from the ground, which were emitted by the flow of blood.
The heat. The warm blood melted the frozen soil on the surface, and the greedy earth sucked the pools of warm blood thirsty. But the flowing blood was always more than it could swallow. A red pond first formed on the ground.
, and then there are rivers spreading everywhere. Finally, these liquids have dissipated heat, become viscous, and solidified.
The Ming army's musketeers kept firing downwards. The firepower network turned the area within a hundred steps into a hell for the Qing army. Until - there were no more targets to hit.
The battlefield was like a slaughterhouse, with the smell of blood permeating the air, and corpses stacked up in several layers. The wounded soldiers were still screaming and wailing, and their voices were even more shrill in the cold wind.
"Our army is mighty!" Ma Chenliang finally managed to say, his face turning red from holding back.
"The Eight Banners are invincible? According to His Highness, it was blown out, or it was brought out by those troops who were greedy for life and afraid of death." Li Chengjue exhaled a thick breath of white air, pointed at the battlefield, and said: "Look, they
Still afraid of death, still defeated."
"Your Excellency, this formation is very well done." Ma Chenliang praised repeatedly, "What a wonderful idea, it brings the power of the musket to the extreme."
Li Chengjue smiled lightly, knowing that he didn't understand, so he didn't explain in detail.
In fact, the Ming army has already established how to lay out this defensive position. The Martial Arts Hall regularly publishes some teaching materials for military generals to study. The real defensive formation has not been laid out due to time constraints. If a few more trenches are added, then
Add a few parapets and artillery, and it will be a headache-inducing meat grinder!
In Zhu Yongxing's view, it is better to regulate and systematize some things if we hope that there will continue to emerge new famous generals who can have a flash of inspiration and create new ones on their own. As long as you study hard and arrange them according to the distance and size in the textbook, even if it is quite satisfactory
, but it is the safest and most promising to win.
"Master Li." Ma Chenliang pointed at the corpses of the Qing soldiers scattered all over the place, and said: "Why don't we let those brave men clean the battlefield? There is another idea for a humble job..."
Li Chengjue nodded repeatedly and asked the volunteers to clean the battlefield. Firstly, it could exercise their courage, so they might not be able to recruit into the army in the future. Secondly, the armor captured by the Qing soldiers could strengthen the protection of the Ming army, and the silver taels could be used as bounties, so that
The soldiers are more brave and the people are more active.
Wang Zhan and others were quickly picked out, and with spears and swords in hand, they began to clean the battlefield from near to far.
"Brothers, be careful. There may be Tatars who are pretending to be dead. In a group of five or six, kill them first and then search them." A few Ming Army veterans acted as officers for these brave soldiers and reminded them loudly.
This was said at the right time. Just as everyone agreed loudly, they saw a Qing soldier suddenly pushing the corpse above his head and struggling to get up from the pile of dead people. Apparently he had just woken up from a coma, he shook his head,
When he saw the surrounding situation clearly, he got excited, screamed and ran away.
"Boom!" A firecracker exploded, and the lead bullets flew past the Qing soldier's body. The guy let out a strange cry and ran faster.
"Look at me!" A team officer raised the musket in his hand, took aim carefully, and pulled the trigger. White smoke rose. The fleeing Qing soldier fell on the pile of corpses, but he was not dead yet, crying.
Climb forward.
"Don't waste bullets." A Ming army soldier reminded: "Let the battlefield cleaner clean up this piece of shit!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhan had already jumped down from the first parapet, stepped on the scattered corpses, and went straight to the wounded soldier. Others also jumped down and followed.
Seeing Wang Zhan approaching like a ferocious god, stabbing left and right with the spear in his hand, he did not forget to refill the gun. Soon the gun head was dripping with blood, and several people around him also surrounded him with murderous intent. The Qing soldier who was shot and injured saw something in his eyes.
Out of fear, he suddenly knelt on the ground and screamed, seemingly begging for mercy in Tartar.
Wang Dou walked up to him, and the Qing soldier screamed, his eyes full of fear and begging for mercy. Wang Dou snorted coldly, pointed his spear at his heart and stabbed him, and the Qing soldier screamed loudly.
Standing, his hands tightly grasped the barrel of the gun that was deep inside his body. Wang Dou stabbed hard again, and Qing Bing's whole body twisted in pain. Finally, he lost all his strength, put his hands down limply, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving. (