Uletai, who led the troops into battle, did not come back alive.
Qing Ru couldn't find anyone to vent to at this time.
"Great Khan, we can't just let it go. Even if the Han people's muskets are powerful, they can't always use them." At this time, Qingru's original secretary-general, Hengrui, now the cabinet scholar, suggested.
Hengrui realized that he was now in a situation where he could not do anything without fighting.
If you can't defeat the 500 legion guards, how can you get those Khalkhas to surrender to you?
Therefore, this post house must be defeated, no matter how many people die. Otherwise, even if the strength is preserved, Qingru will not be able to stand in Mobei.
Even those Mongolians who originally took refuge will leave. On the grassland, only the strong will always be worshiped, and no one will sympathize with the weak.
At this time, Qingru should not have the slightest hesitation, he should immediately send additional troops to attack.
Qingru accepted Hengrui's suggestion and summoned a general to give an explanation.
This time they learned a lesson and did not rush forward all at once, but they sent out five thousand troops.
The five thousand men and horses were divided into five echelons, with a distance of three hundred meters between each team, and rushed towards the post house.
General Chelinduan Duobu personally supervised the battle from behind.
This plan was proposed by Grand Scholar Hengrui. He concluded that the mission guards on the opposite side possessed some kind of powerful firearms.
Hengrui knows that any weapon has its own shortcomings, and the shortcoming of firearms is that they cannot last.
It seems that this problem has existed with every firearm since the invention of firearms.
As Hengrui guessed, the rotating machine gun does need to cool down after continuous shooting, but the rifles of the Renaissance Army can continue to fight.
Of course, the rifle cannot theoretically last, but the period of time it cannot last is relatively long.
Chelinduan Duobu was a grassland general. Among the generals who accompanied the army this time, he had the highest prestige.
So Qingru sent him out at this time in an attempt to turn the tide.
Although the attack just now resulted in the loss of nearly 2,000 men and horses, it was nothing to Qingru, who had 30,000 men.
However, this failure was a huge blow to morale.
And it seriously affects the confidence of various ministries in Qingru.
"What happened just now?"
"Why were two thousand cavalry suddenly defeated?"
"What powerful weapons did the Han people use?"
"What's in that big car?"
"Could it be that the Han people used evil methods?"
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In Culun City, questions were asked one after another, but no one answered them.
Some of the people who had ridiculed the mission just now were all red-faced and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face. This was really fast.
The cavalry on the grassland fought with each other. Sometimes, the battle lasted from morning to night, but so many people could not be killed.
Weapons have been innovated, and the efficiency of killing is constantly improving.
At this time, the mission guards seemed to be purely harvesting lives.
Yes, this is not fighting each other, but a unilateral harvest, or massacre.
In Tushetu Khan's mansion, a guard officer who was observing the battle outside rushed into the Khan's room.
"Great Khan, the first battle is over. General Ulyasutai sent 2,000 people, but they were defeated in just one stick of incense. Almost none of the 2,000 people managed to escape."
"It's so scary. The Han people have a powerful firearm mounted on a carriage that can shoot out continuously. The speed is like..."
Because this guard was given a telescope by King Khan, he could see more clearly than others.
At this time, he seemed to be trying to find a noun to describe the speed of the weapon. He carefully filtered it through his mind and found various scenes in his memory that could be used to describe the speed.
"Uh... it's like the women in the tribe milking cows, biubiubiu..., no, it should be ten times faster than milking cows."
The old Khan King waved his hand, as long as he knew that the Han people were very strong, it showed that his judgment was correct.
This is only 500 people. When reinforcements from the north arrive, none of Qingru's 30,000 people may be able to go back.
By then, who else on the grassland can stop the Han people from unifying Mobei?
The old Khan gave a rare smile. The wrinkles on his face were stretched out by the smile.
"Go on, keep staring, it's not over yet!" the old Khan ordered the guard officer.
The matter is not over yet. There are only two thousand people, and it can't hurt Qingru's vitality. It will only make their attack more fierce.
Can that little mission survive?
"Chirp, chirp..." Several eagle calls were heard in the sky, and the sound disappeared into the sky.
A new round of fighting began, and 5,000 troops began a wheel-type attack.
A team of thousands of people rushed forward, seemingly just like before.
The Guards' mortars also fired extended fire at the Thousand-man team in the rear, causing some chaos among Qingru's cavalry.
But the groups of cavalry behind them were still charging forward in a steady stream.
After losing three thousand-man troops, the prairie cavalry finally approached the Juma in front of the position.
Then the cavalrymen threw out the rope hooks in their hands and entangled the horses made of logs.
Then, he reflexively mobilized the war horse and successfully drove the rejected horse away.
There is only a rope left behind.
At the guard battalion position, the squad leader of the machine gun team ran to Zhang Menglong and reported: "Batalion Commander, the machine gun has run out of bullets."
Zhang Menglong's previous order to them was to shoot when necessary, without wasting bullets or saving bullets.
From the beginning of the war to the present, although it has not been long, the enemy's attack has maintained a relatively high intensity.
It was a blessing that none of the four rotary machine guns jammed midway.
"Let the machine gun rest for a while. Do we still have rifle bullets? The machine gun team will help bring up the grenades and deploy them to the forward position." The reinforcements that should have appeared at this time have still not appeared. Zhang Menglong is already doing the worst.
Planned. After throwing the grenades, they can only fight hand to hand.
"How many rifle bullets do we have?" Zhang Menglong shouted to the people around him. Their position was not long, and they could basically hear their roar.
"There are still a thousand rounds in a row."
"The second company still has 800 rounds."
"The third company still has 1,200 rounds left."
"Hiss..." Zhang Menglong took a breath of air. Such a few bullets could only repel a thousand-man team at most.
The situation seems to be much harsher than I imagined.
"Jin Li, if the enemy comes in later, take a squad, leave two hundred rounds of ammunition, and take the special envoy to make a boat from the backyard and leave. Go down the river and you will find Nerchinsk City. By then
, go find the people from the Black Dragon Military Region." Zhang Menglong said to the guard beside him.
"Battal Commander, you better go. I can't even read a map. I might get lost by then." Jin Li refused after hearing that the battalion commander seemed to be explaining the funeral arrangements. He was still not willing to agree.
But when Zhang Menglong's eyes widened, he immediately withered.
Qingru felt heartbroken when he saw that there were only two thousand-man troops left on his side.
A mere 500 people were able to annihilate 5,000 of our own people. If word spread, it would be a huge joke.
If you suffer such a big loss and still fail in the end, then this joke will be passed down through the ages.
"Go up to three thousand-man teams." Qingru gritted her silver teeth, waved the whip in her hand, and sent out three thousand-man teams again.
It's not that he doesn't want to send more troops, it's just that the battlefield space is limited and can only accommodate five thousand-man troops.
The prairie cavalry had used hook locks to tear off the barbed wire fence. This kind of barbed wire fence was very strong, and several soldiers spent a lot of effort to break it.
At this time, they were only a hundred meters away from the mission guard's position, and the guards' soldiers could kill an enemy with one shot.
But their bullet bags were empty.
There were empty wooden bullet boxes everywhere on the battlefield.
"Brothers put on bayonets, prepare grenades, and finally give them a heavy blow."
"Today we may have set a record for the Renaissance Army in annihilating enemies. Brothers, we will die without regrets." Zhang Menglong looked at the enemies approaching in front of the position and the countless corpses of men and horses on the battlefield. He used his last strength to attack those around him.
shouted his subordinates.
"Boom boom boom..."
Just when Zhang Menglong was loudly cheering on his comrades.
Qingru's main formation experienced one after another explosions.
The shells flew out from behind a small hill. They were also mortar shells.
Zhang Menglong is extremely familiar with this voice.
He swallowed back the words he had not yet spoken.
It seems that being a hero is impossible.
"Brothers, fight! No need to save bullets."
Zhang Menglong greeted. Just now, in order to save bullets, the soldiers of the guard carefully aimed before firing. The density of shooting suddenly dropped, thus giving the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.
Now they were firing on all cylinders, and the enemies who had just rushed to the front fell one after another.
The people in Culun City saw another cavalry group coming from the north at this time. This cavalry group had less than 10,000 horses, but they had two types of attire.
One is the cavalry wearing red breastplates and silver helmets. They hold sabers, spears, and bows hanging on their saddles.
Another group of people wore the same flower-green military uniforms as the guards, and carried muskets. However, there was a long saber hanging on the saddle.
Logically speaking, everyone still thinks that the cavalry equipped with red breastplates are more handsome.
They don't know that these rangers wearing breastplates are just second-class soldiers in the cavalry team of the Renaissance Army.
"The first regiment hunts the enemy from the right wing, and the second regiment hunts the enemy from the left wing. Note that you are dragoons. You don't need to fight the enemy hand-to-hand. You can roam around and shoot, constantly consuming the enemy."
"The third and fourth regiments lined up to prepare for a frontal attack and hold back the enemy." The third and fourth regiments are both rangers. To put it bluntly, they are expendable objects. However, the Renaissance Army still tried its best to equip them with better equipment.
Good protection.
This breastplate and helmet made of pure steel are relatively high-end on the grassland.
In this situation where the number of enemies is relatively large, the Renaissance Army will send out rangers to hold off the enemies, giving the dragoons a chance to wander around and consume the enemies.
"Ugh!" After the order was given, shouts rang out from the team.
The dragoons circled around the enemy's sides, and they fired at the enemy from a distance of two hundred meters.
When the enemy divided their forces to pursue them, they retreated. They were lightly armored and mobile, and their horses were no slower than the riders on the grassland.
If the number of enemies chasing you is not large, they will soon be unable to bear the casualties and retreat to their own formation. At this time, they will surround you again.
Four thousand dragoons have been surrounding Qingru's 20,000 men, and they are being consumed very quickly.
Qingru, who was staying in the main formation, was a little panicked when the supporting troops arrived.
"Hengrui, whose support army is in the north?" Qingru asked in a panic.
He had already seen familiar military uniforms in the opponent's team, which seemed to be the same as those of the mission's guards.
"Oh, my God, the Han army is coming from the north. Am I dreaming?" Qingru shouted in his heart.
"Your Majesty, this seems to be a Han army. How could they come from the north? They must be in collusion with Tushetu Khan."
"Your Majesty, it was Tuxietu Khan who betrayed the Qing Dynasty." Hengrui could only deduce this possibility.
The four thousand rangers have already lined up. They are arranged in a tight horizontal array. Although there are only four thousand people, they are similar in width to the more than 20,000 people left under Qingru's men.
As the first row of rangers urged their horses forward, the entire array began to move. They were like a red thread, trying to tie up a giant beast several times larger than themselves.
The dragoons on both wings were like whips, whipping the giant beast so that he could not escape.
In Culun City, those Mongolian old men who were eating melons had not recovered from the shock of the reinforcements, and they were almost shocked by this novel fighting method.
"Their muskets can shoot farther than bows and arrows, and they don't need to stop their horses to reload. You see, they can shoot again just by pulling on the side of the gun." A leader shared the scene he saw through his telescope with those around him.
People, it’s like doing a live broadcast.
"Lord Buddha, how can we fight against such an enemy? Has the mounted archery that we Mongolians have always relied on become so outdated?"
"Look again, those cavalry wearing breastplates and helmets seem to be Mongolians too. Yes, they are definitely Mongolians. Their breastplates seem to be a whole steel plate. Oh my god, plus that helmet
,How much will it cost?”
"No, I also want to join the Han army, just wear that outfit."
"Those Mongols seem to be the Buryat Mongols in the north. How can those poor people in the north deserve to have such a complete set of cavalry equipment?"
The more the commentator watched, the more excited he became and his words were somewhat incoherent. The people next to him had the urge to grab the telescope.
"Bang, the cavalry from both sides collided with each other. The dense horizontal formation of the Rangers seemed to be a little loose. But Qingru's men on the opposite side had no formation at all, and they looked even more unbearable."
The Rangers relied closely on their teammates on the left and right to slash forward.
"Keep the formation, keep the formation!" the commanders of each company kept reminding them.
After all, these recruited rangers haven't been working together long enough. They can't control themselves and rush out after fighting.
A Mobei cavalryman raised his spear and stabbed a ranger in the neck. The ranger stood up, and the opponent's spear pierced the ranger's breastplate. With a bang, the breastplate was knocked off.
A piece of red paint.
The Ranger of the Renaissance Army paused and stabilized his body. By standing up, he borrowed a force from his waist, and almost at the same time, he thrust out his own spear and drove it directly into the man's neck.
The dragoons on both wings took advantage of the Rangers to fight and entered the opponent's team, closing the distance with Qingru's Mobei coalition forces.
They kept shooting on horseback.
At this time, the Mobei Allied Forces were almost collapsing. The previous attack on a posthouse with only 500 people had consumed 5,000 to 6,000 of our own troops. Now that they have directly attacked tens of thousands of people, how can we deal with it?
"Your Majesty, it seems that there is nothing we can do now. We can only retreat in order to advance. We should return to Uliasutai first and then do other things." Seeing that Qingru was in a panic and no one around made any suggestions, Hengrui
He stood up and said.
It would be hard to talk about retreating, but the current situation on the battlefield is that the Han army is slicing tofu. If we fight like this, the less than 20,000 people on our side will be consumed by the opponent sooner or later.
"Well, retreat, yes, retreat first." Qingru said quickly.
Qingru was originally a man of great ambition and talent, but the Qing government would not send any bannerman with some ability to such a remote place.
This was only the first battle that Qingru led his troops to fight. From the beginning, Qingru either followed others' opinions or was in a state of being at a loss. He simply did not play the role that a commander should have.
However, Qingru still has more than 10,000 soldiers and horses in hand, and the opponent has less than 10,000 people. People on Qingru's side feel that it is still possible to escape.
Qingru quickly summoned all the generals to prepare to break out to the west.
The Mobei Allied Forces gave up the fight with the rangers, no longer worried about the dragoons' sniping, and let their horses escape westward.
They are also cavalry, and the Renaissance Army really can't keep them all. Unless they arrange another cavalry in the west at this time.
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ps: I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family!