A huge fire broke out inside Songshan Fort, and thick black smoke shot straight into the sky.
The fire spread very quickly, and in a short time, the entire Songshan Fort seemed to be enveloped in fireworks.
Many cannon fodders who rushed into the fort ran out in a panic.
The cannon fodders who live a life worse than pigs and dogs in the death camp are seeking to survive, not to die.
When a fire breaks out in a prairie fire, the instinctive reaction is to run away.
A large number of Tartars took the opportunity to rush out, driving the cannon fodder out of the gap.
The Ming army's artillery, which was only a hundred or ten steps away, erupted again without hesitation. Hundreds of small iron beads surged out, directly knocking down the Tartars and cannon fodder in pieces.
The gunmen who suppressed the firing also fired one after another, and the dense projectiles turned the gap into a living hell.
The corpses of Tartars and cannon fodder were piled one on top of the other, like the entrance to purgatory where ghosts and ghosts are buried.
But soon, more Tartars rode their horses and trampled the corpses on the ground with their iron hooves and poured out across the gap.
The one who rushed to the front was the Dege type who was tightly protected by the Bagaras.
He was very experienced in battle formations. He first threw out a group of people to attract the Ming army's artillery and muskets to fire, and then took advantage of the opportunity to reload the firearms to rush out.
In the past, when faced with Ming army firearms in field battles, we always responded in this way.
It can be said that we have achieved our best in terms of tactics.
But it's just tactics.
Strategically speaking, the Dege troops are already in a dead end. The only thing they can strive for is to achieve greater results before they are destroyed.
The choice of Dege is to go straight to the big banner several miles away.
If a miracle can happen, then kill or force back the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, causing the Ming army to collapse, there may be a one in ten thousand chance of escaping.
However, the sound of firecrackers that sounded again intensively completely eliminated Dege's delusion.
"How can it be?!"
A large area suddenly fell around Dege. He stared in disbelief and looked at the smoke-filled phalanx of Ming army artillery soldiers not far away. "How could the Ming army's firearms shoot so fast?"
In the past, the highest shooting speed of the Ming army's artillery soldiers was the Zhejiang soldiers. During the bloody battle in the Hun River, they left a very deep impression on the Tartars.
But the Ming army in front of them fired their muskets even faster than the Zhejiang soldiers back then!
The Dege type feels incredible. The actual reason is also very simple. Li Yunze upgraded the quality of the fire gun.
The emergence of paper shell fixed charges greatly increased the rate of fire.
In addition, long-term and rigorous training also greatly improved the quality of the Ming army's artillery soldiers.
In the past, the Ming army's fire cannon soldiers usually fired cracklingly from a distance during field battles, and it was difficult to achieve any effect.
On the one hand, there is a lack of training and low morale. On the other hand, the firearms are of poor quality. They feel like hot potatoes in your hands and you just want to throw them away.
The Shenji Camp has made up for various shortcomings. Although there are still various problems, in general, they are completely different.
What frightened Dege even more was that the artillery that had been fired before quickly turned its muzzle and pointed towards it with the help of rubber tires.
Zheng Sihai was originally a rural villager in Yongping Prefecture, Beizhili. His family only had a few acres of thin farmland, and he had three brothers who couldn't afford wives. His life was extremely difficult.
When the Beijing camp was recruiting new soldiers in various prefectures in Northern Zhili, he successfully enlisted because he had eavesdropped outside the private school window for several years and could barely write his own name.
Anjiafei helped his eldest brother Zheng Yishan get a wife, and with the monthly salary he saved after joining the army, he helped his second brother Zheng Erhe and third brother Zheng Sanhu get their wives.
When he went back to his hometown to visit relatives, his family had already rebuilt a new house, and because he was in Beijing, he was given priority to lease 100 acres of land from the imperial village.
His family is already helping him find a wife. After this battle, he can go home and get a wife.
The father, who could not afford to raise his four sons in the past, became angry and wanted to find a beautiful wife for his promising fourth son.
‘My son is a soldier of the Beijing camp!’ This is what Father Zheng often says.
The sergeant who once had a low status in the Ming Dynasty has finally improved his social status.
Today's life is something we couldn't even imagine when we were poor in the past.
When the generals in the camp gather every day, they will say that these good days are given by the emperor to everyone, and everyone must listen to the emperor's words in the future.
Zheng Sihai deeply agrees with this.
Now that the emperor asked them to beat those Tartars to death, they could just beat them to death.
Holding back the pungent and choking gunpowder smoke, he took out the cardboard fixed charge from the bag hanging on his waistband and stuffed it into the blunderbuss as he usually did during training.
Press tightly.
"One, two, three." After three blows, Zheng Sihai took out the pipe and hung it back. Listening to the general's roar, he raised his blunderbuss and fired at the Tatars who were in a mess a hundred or so steps away.
Amidst another dense crackling sound, Zheng Sihai heard the screams of fellow villager Chen Erxi not far away.
Looking over subconsciously, Chen Erxi had already fallen to the ground, and the second half of the firegun in his hand had been exploded.
Zheng Sihai, who had gone through rigorous training, knew that Erxi had put too much fixed charge, or simply forgot to take out the purge.
"Er Xi hasn't married yet"
Before the thoughts in my mind were finished, the general roar came again: "Load!"
The habit brought about by long-term rigorous training forced Zheng Sihai to repeat the actions he had practiced countless times and take out a cloth stick to clean his chest.
After multiple rounds of shooting, the general's roar finally changed to "Stop, use the knife!"
He picked up the bayonet hanging from his waistband and stuck it on the muzzle of the gun. "Step forward!"
Zheng Sihai and his companions formed a tight queue. Following the sound of drums and the roar of the commander, they walked out of the smoke area step by step and walked straight to the group of corpses strewn on the ground.
The corpses of men and horses were scattered all over the place. Most of the Tartars were dead, but some of the wounded were still lying on the ground wailing.
"prick!"
Rows of bayonets passed by, killing all of them, dead or alive.
There were wounded Tartar soldiers crawling back screaming and crying for mercy, which was so shrill and heartbreaking to hear.
It can be seen that after long-term training, the gunners mechanically followed the drums and the shouts of the generals.
"I'm Big Kim Baylor."
At the feet of Zheng Sihai, a Tatar wearing blue armor with his legs pressed under a dead horse screamed "Rare!"
'Pfft!'
The pale-faced Zheng Sihai drew out his bayonet and moved forward again. His big leather-booted feet stepped over the Tatar who called himself Baylor, and continued his work.
"Long live."
Man Gui, who came on horseback, dismounted and quickly came to Li Yunze to salute, "The battlefield has been counted. A total of 2,339 Tartar heads were killed in this battle. There should be some more in Songshan Fort, but now
The fire is too strong to get in."
"If you can't get in, don't get in."
Clapping his hands and standing up from the horse, Li Yunze glanced at the Songshan Fort that had been engulfed in flames, turned and walked towards the war horse, "Leave a battalion to clean up, take the head flags and other things back and place them by the river for the Tartars to see clearly."
"According to the order!"
"Long live Congratulations! This battle is completely won!"
"Complete victory?" Li Yunze, who skillfully got on his horse, raised his finger and shook it, "It's just an appetizer."
"Tenth brother." Huang Taiji on horseback shook and almost fell off.
Everyone around hurriedly stepped forward to support "The Great Khan's condolences."
Huang Taiji, who was holding the telescope tightly, his eyes were splitting, "I must avenge my tenth brother!"
He was not acting, he was really heartbroken.
Now Houjin is facing an unprecedented crisis, and every bannerman and every relative is helping.
However, there were more than 2,000 troops in the Blue Flag, and they were all piled up in a conspicuous place on the other side. Most of them were real Tatars. How could we not feel heartbroken?
"Lao Ba, this is not right."
Dai Shan, who looked solemn, said, "Xiao Shi sent troops to make a detour. This matter is extremely confidential. How did the other party know? Can they accurately capture the whereabouts and eat them in one bite, without even being able to run away?"
After regaining his composure, Huang Taiji nodded vigorously, "Second brother is talking about Suk Saha. Is there any news about the friend opposite?"
"Great Khan, news has just been sent over there. It is said that on the night when Ten Beile sent out troops, Ming Gou took advantage of the night to mobilize the army to leave the camp and go south."
"Someone must have leaked the news!"
Mang Gurtai, the leader of the Zhenglan Banner, was furious: "I'm going to kill him!"
Dege was leading soldiers from the Zhenglan Banner, so the losses were naturally placed on his head, so how could he not be angry.
"This matter must be investigated strictly." Huang Taiji, who had always used intelligence warfare to attack the Ming army, did not expect that the Ming army would use intelligence warfare to beat him up. He glared at Suk Saha bitterly and said, "Leave it to you."
, it must be fast.”
"Old man." The hot-tempered Mang Gurtai waved his whip, "What are you waiting for? Let's cross the river and fight."
"The river has not yet frozen over. Now whoever crosses the river first will be beaten. He will be beaten halfway across the river." Huang Taiji shook his head, "It's not yet time."
"How long will it take?" Mang Gurtai anxiously rode in circles. "If it doesn't work, we can take a detour and cross the river farther away."
"Fifth brother." Huang Taiji forced a smile and forcefully explained to the idiot, "It can't be circumvented. If there are fewer people, the next Dege will be. If there are more people, the Ming army is not blind. They will just follow us to move the camp. Let's wait first.
, when the river freezes over in a while, our cavalry will attack and cut off their food routes, trapping them to death."
The Tartars had many cavalry, while the Ming army had many infantry.
The Tartars, who had an advantage in tactical mobility, could choose the battlefield location and the time to enter the battlefield themselves, which meant they had the initiative.
The Ming army's aircraft lacked power and could not catch up, so a forced pursuit would only lead to defeat.
For Huang Taiji, his tactic was still to hold back the Ming army and cut off its food routes, even if it allowed the Ming army to go all the way north to Shenyang City.
The further north you go, the longer the Ming army's food road is, and the faster it collapses after being cut off.
For Li Yunze, he knew very well that Huang Taiji had a very high strategic vision and would not care about the gains and losses of one city or one place.
Therefore, his goal from the beginning was not Shenyang City, but the effective force to eliminate the Tartars.
Because they lacked cavalry and could not catch up, they deliberately camped on the south bank of the Daling River to lure the main force of the Tartars to come over and destroy them in a single battle.
At this time, Li Yunze was driving a forklift.
He drove a forklift to transport tons of 925 industrial silver from the warehouse to his Chinese military account.
After transporting 8.7 tons of silver, Li Yunze closed the space-time door and called Wang Chengen in.
Looking at the silver mountain in front of him, Wang Chengen trembled involuntarily.
He knew that the emperor had the magical ability to summon things, but precisely because he knew it, he never dared to say anything.
Knowing this kind of secret is like having a knife hanging over your head. If you talk too much, you will really be despising yourself for having a long life.
"Move out." Li Yunze, who drank half a bottle of Sprite, ordered, "I will fulfill my promise and reward the meritorious soldiers."