There were few arrows flying in the air, and many lightly armored archers were hit by oncoming bullets before they could draw their bows and release their arrows. (23w[x]
If the Qing army observes carefully, they will find that the central phalanx of the Ming army is slightly different from the past. In fact, this is a small change of the hollow phalanx, that is, when there are no threats from the flanks and rear wings, more troops will be invested in the front.
The musketeers fired denser and more sustained shots. It was still hollow, but it was not square, but a rectangle.
The left and right wings of the central square formation of the Ming army were guarded by friendly troops at very close intervals, so there was almost no need to worry about the Qing army attacking from the flanks. The presence of hussars in the rear sweep formation also ruled out the possibility of the Qing army attacking from behind.
The sound of explosions continued continuously, and the musketeers kept taking turns firing volleys. Many Qing soldiers were hit with each volley, and the counterattacks from bows and arrows became weaker and weaker.
As soon as the Qing army's drumbeats changed, the surviving light-armored archers retreated, and the heavy-armored soldiers began to appear in front. The first row was a dense group of shieldmen. They stepped on the drums and began to advance. The shield line pressed forward like a wall.
Jierharu was granted amnesty, and even he did not know how he escaped death. Countless companions were dead or injured, and the screams and wails were still ringing.
The Ming army's drum trumpets also changed, musket fire gradually became sparse, and officers at all levels were urging the soldiers to make adjustments. The long-range threat had been removed, and after a little adjustment, they had to face the impact of the armor and shield.
The square formations on the left and right wings suddenly began to move forward, and they were about to form a concave formation, half surrounding the Qing troops charging into the formation.
Eighty steps, seventy steps, sixty steps...
The swan sound sounded, followed by a deafening roar, and flashes of fire. The Qing soldiers seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. Their whole bodies shook and they fell forward.
Following the whistle and the roar of the officers, the third row of Ming army musketeers stood up and aimed their guns. The fourth row that had just finished firing began to load upright, while the first two rows of soldiers still maintained a squatting posture.
The round firing method allows the soldier who shoots first to reload in the most convenient posture.
At a distance of fifty paces, cheap lead bullets broke through armor, penetrated or shattered shields, and killed and injured the brave and skilled soldiers of the Eight Banners.
"Gunpowder" blew the knight class to pieces. This statement is an exaggeration, but the power of technology cannot be underestimated. With muskets, a farmer can kill warriors who have been fighting for many years and are skilled in martial arts on the battlefield.
It is indeed an indisputable fact.
Row after row of lead bullets were fired first, crashing into the shields like dense raindrops. They shot through a pair of armors. Cowhide, wooden boards, and even armor were unable to withstand this swift death.
The front row of the Qing soldiers fell down like grass blown by the strong wind. Countless blood arrows spurted out from their bodies, and countless screams sounded at the same time. The sudden blow caused the other armored soldiers to fall into a mess.
The shield line shows signs of fragmentation.
Jilha opened his mouth wide. The sharp ringing in his ears made it difficult for him to hear the panic howling around him. He looked at the armored soldiers struggling in a pool of blood in front of him in fear. These elites who had experienced hundreds of battles were actually using cheap lead.
He was so weak in front of him. Everything in front of him had shattered all the beliefs he had built. The other armored soldiers around him were also affected by this huge blow, and the array had come to a standstill.
The roar in his ears seemed to never go away, and the long swan sound of the trumpet came from the opposite side. Zilha was deeply impressed by the sound before the musket volley fired. He subconsciously lowered his body.
The flashing light of the fire and the rising white smoke blurred Jilha's vision. The blood mist splashed on his face, and he couldn't wipe it away. His mind seemed to go blank. He looked at it blankly.
On the opposite side, behind the thick white smoke, countless demons and ghosts are about to roar out.
Jia La'erzhen stirred up the war drums and urged the soldiers to step forward bravely and engage in close combat. This was the only way to defeat the enemy.
The howls and screams coming from the distance made Jia La Ezhen and many Qing soldiers turn around. They were shocked to find a group of Ming army cavalry sneaking around the official road at some point. The sound of horse hooves was rapid, and these more than a hundred cavalry were
Wielding sabers, they galloped and killed along the official road.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, people screamed and horses neighed, and the official roads were in chaos. The Manchus who were killed were caught off guard and ran around screaming, and more fell to death under the waving sabers.
Jia La's eyes were really red. This group of Ming cavalry showed no mercy. They were all like the reincarnation of the God of Killing. Under the leadership of their leader, a guy with an iron gun in his hand, they attacked everyone regardless of gender, age or child.
He slashed and stabbed anyone he saw. Like a whirlwind, he roared and killed from east to west on the official road, leaving a bloody mess all the way.
There was a commotion in the Qing army's formation, and the psychological impact of this move was heavy. They were fighting fiercely to protect their tribesmen in the front, but they were killing wantonly behind them. How could this make them feel so embarrassed?
The surviving Manchus stumbled down the official road, rushing towards the Qing army. In their eyes, staying close can provide protection.
"Dush, you lead two hundred cavalry to chase down the enemy." Jia La'e Zhen's eyes were filled with fire, and he gave the order in a deep voice, and asked the drummer to beat harder, striving to defeat the Ming army in front of him as soon as possible.
Niuludush led two hundred cavalry and galloped away to pursue the Ming army's hussars led by Wang Fuchen. On the battlefield, the war drums rumbled, and the Qing army all pressed forward and began to attack with all their strength.
"Fire!" "Fire!" the officer shouted at the top of his lungs, and the whistle sounded loudly. The Ming army used continuous firepower to suppress the enemies rushing into the formation. The friendly troops on both wings accelerated their turn and closed up, and fired at the Qing army to support them.
Center square formation.
"Kill, kill!" The 400 hussars of the Ming army also rested their horses and were neatly dressed. They detoured from the right wing and attacked the Qing army's rear formation.
The gunshots kept ringing like exploding beans, and the Qing soldiers who had suffered heavy losses finally rushed to the Ming army's formation.
"Tiger, tiger, kill, kill!" The Ming soldiers in the front row stood up and charged head-on with bayonets in hand.
The clash of weapons, the pop of flesh, the screams, and the shouts of killing were all intertwined, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The fight was brutal and short. Every time they came and went, human lives were passing away. While making sacrifices,
The heroic fighting of this platoon of Ming soldiers created opportunities for the comrades behind them.
When the armored soldiers of the Qing army rushed forward again, stepping on the corpses of both the enemy and ourselves, the musketeers of the Ming army fired several rounds of fire at a very close distance. Then, another row of Ming army soldiers rushed forward and harvested with bayonets.
It saves the lives of wounded soldiers and blocks the enemy's attack for a moment, buying time for the comrades behind to reload.
The blood flowed on the frozen ground, forming streams and pools, and then froze into a sticky paste. Corpses were lying on pillows, maintaining their dead postures, all over the area where the two armies were fighting. In the middle
The soldiers in the formation no longer need to maintain their formation, the wounded are dragged back, and the soldiers on both sides and behind move forward to make up for it.
With a thunderous earthquake, the left wing phalanx had turned forty-five degrees and fired a powerful volley at the Qing army in the middle. Then the right wing also burst out with fierce fire. The Qing army was in full swing.
The ground fell, and the brutal close combat caused the Qing troops to be arranged extremely closely, which also greatly increased the hit rate of the muskets.
Shot after shot, like the scythe of death, cut down the Qing army layer by layer. The two wings of the Ming army pressed towards the center like two walls of fire, like roaring monsters in the smoke.
Although the central phalanx of the Ming army suffered heavy losses, they persisted. With their tenacious fighting will and the support of friendly forces, they saw the Qing army defeated.
In the frontal charge, the Qing army invested most of its troops. Facing the attack of the Ming army's hussars, Jia La'e really felt that the two hundred fine cavalry in his hands were enough to defeat the enemy. In terms of equestrian skills, no one could compare with him.
Go to the Eight Banners; in terms of martial arts and cold weapon fighting, the Eight Banners are not afraid of any enemy.
Due to the size of the battlefield, the Ming army's hussars formed a formation of twenty cavalry and launched a charge towards the already weak Chinese army of the Qing army.
Row, row, and row... Jia La Ezhen watched helplessly as his two hundred fine knights were attacked by the Ming army like a never-ending wall wave. They were getting fewer and fewer, and they were getting fewer and fewer.
Even the most valiant warrior was chopped off his horse, and did not show any dazzling personal riding and martial arts skills.
Is it a one-to-one exchange, or a slight advantage in the number of casualties? Jia La Ezhen doesn't have much time to dwell on this issue that can only bring self-comfort. If he loses, he loses. The enemy is aiming at his big enemy.
The flag swooped forward, and the rumble of horse hooves was like beating on his heart.
Escaped, this Jia La'e really escaped, with only a dozen cavalry soldiers, and he didn't even have time to issue Ming Jin's order.
Ming Jin was an order to retreat, but the general's escape was a practical indication. The Qing army, which was fighting fiercely with the Ming army on the battlefield, was already struggling to hold on and had no hope of winning. At this time, the entire line finally collapsed. Groups of armored soldiers were lost.
He abandoned his armor and ran back with all his strength. The supervising team no longer performed their duties and ran away with them.
Those with horses turned around and ran away, while those without horses had to survive the pursuit of bullets and break through the interception of the Ming army's hussars before they could run back to the place where their horses were tied.
"Charge, kill!" The Ming army broke out with an earth-shattering roar, and no longer maintained a strict square formation. The soldiers rushed forward and spread out to chase the defeated soldiers.
On the battlefield, the sound of hoofbeats was like thunder, and the hussars spread out in small groups of more than fifty people, chasing, intercepting, and killing the panic-stricken Qing soldiers happily and ruthlessly.
Zirha ran desperately. The light armor helped him run much faster at this time, but there were people behind him who were faster than him. He was suddenly brought to the ground by a Qing soldier who rushed past. He leaned on the last
As soon as he regained consciousness, he rolled to the side and avoided the dozens of pairs of big feet that followed. When he raised his head from the ground again, his body and face were covered with sticky blood.
A strong force hit his back, like a hammer blow. Zilha didn't run two steps before he fell down again. This time he couldn't stand up again. With his head on the ground, he heard countless footsteps.
As he passed by, the shouts of "Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars" became increasingly faint, and finally everything fell into silence and darkness.
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