When Huang Taiji led his guards out of the camp, there was already a dense sound of firecrackers from the other side of the river bank.
He was very anxious and hurried to the nearby small highland.
The guards all around held torches in their hands, and soon the small highland was illuminated in the night.
Huang Taiji rode forward and nervously looked at the battle situation on the river bank. It was a fierce fight between the Ming army crossing the river and the Tartar sentries.
"How is it possible that the bridge was built so quickly?"
The shocked Huang Taiji unexpectedly saw a series of firelights suddenly lit up on the other side of the river.
A terrifying "whimpering" sound was heard, and Huang Taiji didn't even react before being jumped off his horse by Obai beside him.
"Khan beware!"
‘Puff puff puff~~~’ At least twenty solid bullets landed on this high ground.
Some are too high and fly away directly.
Some were too low and crashed directly into the soil, causing mud and rocks to fly.
There was also a good angle. When it hit the ground, it bounced up and crashed directly into the crowd of people and horses.
There were even a few more precise ones that penetrated directly into Huang Taiji's bodyguards.
In just a moment, people on this high ground were turned upside down.
If an arm or leg is hit by a high-speed cannonball, it will be broken directly.
Not to mention those who were hit in the body, they were directly smashed into pieces.
After a round of shelling, Huang Taiji's personal guards suffered heavy losses.
Obai and others, who were experienced in battles, hurriedly carried Huang Taiji down from the high ground, whose nose was bleeding after being thrown.
Sure enough, not long after the meeting, another round of artillery fell in this direction.
A dead horse whose head had been cut off by a cannonball before was hit by a cannonball again. The high-speed flying blazing cannonballs directly blasted out bloody fragments that flew all over the sky, and scattered all over everyone.
Huang Taiji led his troops to explore the other side of the highland every day, and Li Yunze's drone could take pictures every time.
At that time, he was thinking about getting rid of these guys.
If you push the artillery to the river bank during the day, you will be noticed. Now is a good time to cross the river at night.
After two rounds of shelling, the harvest was pretty good.
Huang Taiji, who hurried all the way back to the Chinese army camp, said with a sinking face, "Who is dead?"
"Eleven of Soto and the others died." Obai paused and said, "Suksaha's leg was knocked off. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive until dawn."
The people who follow Huang Taiji are all his personal guards and confidants. Each one of them is a key training and will be the core group that will help him rule Daikin in the future.
But in such a short period of time, more than ten people were killed.
One can imagine the gloominess in Huang Taiji's heart at this time.
"I knew the red cannon was so powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so terrifying." After getting angry, Huang Taiji's first reaction was, 'I want something good.'
But the second thought was "We must not let the Ming army come over."
"Obai, you personally take three hundred bags of baggage to rush to the pontoon bridge. Go now." Huang Taiji gritted his teeth and ordered, "It must be burned!"
"Father Khan." After Obai took the order and went out, Hauge stepped forward in confusion and asked, "Why do you use two yellow flags to draw the flag?"
In this situation, the floating bridge must be the focus of a desperate struggle between the two sides.
Needless to say, there is no need to say much about Bagala's fighting ability. He is the servant of the Tartars. But if you want to rush over and burn the pontoon bridge, you will definitely have to pay a heavy price.
Because the first batch of Ming troops to cross the river must have been elites who dared to fight.
At this time, all Huang Taiji could really control was the two yellow flags. Hauge, who regarded himself as the heir, was reluctant to use his own elite to fight such a battle that was destined to suffer heavy losses.
"Confused."
Huang Taiji, who was busy with armor, patiently explained, "The pontoon bridge on the other side is facing the Chinese army camp, and our side is the closest. You go out and look at the sky. It's dark and there's no time to mobilize other troops and horses."
By the time they rush over, I'm afraid the Ming army will already have tens of thousands of troops coming over."
"If you want to do big things, don't count on small profits." Huang Taiji raised his hand and put his hand on Hauge's shoulder, and taught him sincerely, "If we fail this time, we will lose even the big money. Worrying about small profits at this time is a sign of death."
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South bank of Daling River.
Li Yunze, who was riding a horse and standing on the shore, looked at the gunmen in front of him who were carrying benches and boxes on their backs and stepped onto the pontoon. He watched the numerous artillery pieces continuously bombarding the other side. He was obviously a little excited. "The emperor is rising and falling.
Let’s fight here!”
There are three must-do things when traveling through the Chongzhen Dynasty.
Beat the civil servants, sweep away Guan Ning, and destroy the Tartars!
The root causes of the Ming Dynasty's demise were these three things.
For the first two things, Li Yunze felt that he had already cooked rice porridge over low heat and the heat was almost done.
The last thing left now is to eliminate the Tartar bandit group.
The reason why we chose to cross at night, and why we chose the location opposite the Chinese camp of the Tartars, was to delay the Tartars and not give them a chance to escape.
Li Yunze knew very well that once this battle was won, it would be almost impossible for the Tartars to regroup with such a large force for a decisive battle in the future.
We must seize the main force of the Tartars and not give them a chance to escape. Huang Taiji's Chinese army is the best opportunity.
"Man Qing." Li Yunze said after recovering his thoughts, "You guys are also getting ready to leave."
"I obey the decree."
Mangui responded and led his soldiers to turn their horses and gallop towards the Fifth Army Camp.
He wanted to take the fifth army camp and the cavalry of Guan Ning Army to cross the river in a detour to block the Tartars' retreat.
Man Gui had just left here and not long after the meeting, there was a fierce sound of fighting from the bridge on the other side.
Many Tartar warriors holding torches roared and rode straight towards the bridge.
"Long live." Cao Bianjiao subconsciously wanted to persuade Li Yunze to stay away from the shore.
But at this time, Li Yunze simply dismounted, took the maza that Wang Chengen handed over, and just sat on the shore to watch the battle.
"You can go and direct the battle yourself. I don't need to worry about it here."
A few hundred meters away, Obai was experiencing the most brutal battle in his life.
Three hundred Bajala elites were enough to break through an army formation composed of thousands of Ming troops in the past.
But today, the Ming army on the opposite side was exceptionally elite.
When the Bagaras, who did not suffer from night blindness, launched a charge, no one of the fire rifle soldiers who only wore leather armor escaped, and no one opened fire in advance.
This performance of the Ming army made young Obai feel cold in his heart.
He remembered the story his elders once told, about the Zhejiang soldiers on the bank of the Hun River.
Oboi was not afraid, but instead became more and more excited.
Back then, all the Zhejiang soldiers were killed by them, and it must be the same this time! And this great contribution will fall on him, Obai.
As the Bagaras quickly approached, the intensive sound of firecrackers finally sounded.
Not only did the range of Ming military artillery guns increase, but their power also greatly increased.
Even Bagala, who was wearing three layers of armor, fell to one level in an instant.
There was nothing much to say at this time. Obai screamed, holding a torch in one hand and waving his saber in the other, slapping his mount on the back, and screamed, "Charge over!"
Round after round of firecrackers sounded like fried beans, and when three hundred elite Ba Ya La rushed in front of the Ming army's heavy armor formation, only a hundred cavalry were left.
Contrary to the impression, the main method of fighting of the heavily armored Tartar soldiers is not to charge into the formation on horseback, but to charge over and then dismount to fight, relying on heavy armor and sharp axes to break through the military formation.
This time, Obai didn't have time, so he led the remaining men on horseback and crashed into the array of Ming army soldiers.
It took too long to anchor the piles on the shore here to stabilize the pontoon bridge, and not many Ming troops actually came over at this moment.
The soldiers were only listed in a few rows.
After paying a huge price, when Obai broke through the formation and rode his horse onto the pontoon bridge, there were only about twenty riders left around him.
Smash the oil tank on the horse's back on the pontoon and throw the torch on it.
Obai, who had just taken a breath, was suddenly stunned.
Through the blazing firelight, he saw that the bridge deck under his feet was actually made of iron!
"This is an iron bridge?! This is impossible!"
While Obai was still in a daze, the gun soldiers on both sides had already pointed their guns at them.
After a series of dense sounds, Obai's strong body shook, and with confusion and unwillingness, he fell heavily into the river.
The Ming army carrying sandbags quickly stepped forward and poured the soil in the sandbags onto the flames, quickly extinguishing the flames.
More Ming troops rushed to the shore through the pontoon like a tide.
Time passed slowly, and finally a touch of fish belly white appeared on the horizon in the distance.
Its daybreak.
When the sky brightened, the Tartar troops and horses, which had been prepared for a long time, surged out from various camps like a tide and headed straight for the pontoon bridge.
At this time, there were tens of thousands of Ming troops crossing the river.
The heavy armored soldiers of Shenshu Camp were in front, forming a thick array.
The firecrackers of the Shenji Battalion were behind, and dense gunfire continued to output.
On the south bank of the Daling River, hundreds of artillery were almost pushed into the river, roaring continuously to provide long-range support to the other bank.
The Tartar soldiers and horses from each battalion were rushing towards the pontoon bridge, but due to the lack of organization, they were in a bit of chaos.
Sporadic attacks could not shake the Ming army's formation, but there were almost no large-scale attacks.
The banner leaders of the Tartar banners were all veteran warriors. One look at the dazzling array of soldiers of the Ming army, and they knew that a forced charge would inevitably lead to heavy casualties. They were really reluctant to throw away their soldiers and horses so carelessly.
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It was not until Huang Taiji arrived in person that the Tartars really started to exert their efforts.
The first person Huang Taiji met was the Taiji nobles from various tribes in the grassland, chatting, joking, hugging and saluting.
With his personal charm and intimidation, he successfully persuaded the tribes in the grassland to take the lead.
Tens of thousands of prairie cavalry gathered together, shouting and charging towards the Ming army.
Thousands of horses galloping, the momentum is amazing.
When facing other Ming armies, it might even be possible to scare the Ming armies into retreat just by relying on this momentum.
But today, the Ming army on the opposite side remained motionless.
The Mongols were not stupid either. They came over with their horses, but they only fired a hail of arrows. They did not rush their horses directly into the forest of spear formations.
In the grasslands where iron pots can become heirlooms, most bows and arrows are made from wolf fangs, and the soft bows used for riding horses are not powerful enough. Even if the arrows look very powerful, they can fall into the array of armored soldiers.
, casualties are almost negligible.
The counterattack of the Ming army's artillery soldiers can cut off one layer every round.
Behind him, Huang Taiji's face was as dark as water. Seeing more and more Ming troops coming from the other side, he immediately looked at Mang Gurtai.
"Fifth brother, take Zhenglan Qi and rush in!"
Mang Gurtai and Huang Taiji looked at each other, and after a moment they rode out without saying a word.
I still have the consciousness to fight to the death at this critical moment.
Thousands of soldiers from the Zhenglan Banner came forward and drove the prairie cavalry into the Ming army's formation. The battle instantly became fierce.
The combat effectiveness of the Tartars far exceeded that of the tribal cavalry, and their addition obviously made the Ming army somewhat shaken.
At this moment, the Ming army behind them burst out with shouts like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
Huang Taiji raised his telescope and looked into the distance, and was shocked to see the dragon-patterned scroll already on the pontoon bridge.