Chapter 57: Emperor Ming's Rising and Falling Fight Here!
Chapter 57 The rise and fall of Emperor Ming, let’s fight here!
"The second one is hurting me~~~"
Seeing the two red flags, Huang Taiji was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Just when we need to go all out, Daishan makes such a fool of himself, which is going to derail everyone's rhythm.
"Father Khan."
Hauge hurriedly stepped forward to help Huang Taiji, who was shaking his fat body, "Why don't you retreat first."
"Confused!" Huang Taiji held Hauge's hand tightly. "If we retreat at this time, the whole army will collapse! Do you think we are the Yue Family Army or the Qi Family Army?"
The army in the cold weapon era was very poorly organized.
The larger the army, the less organized it is.
It is not easy to organize tens of thousands of troops to attack the Ming army. If Jin Jin withdraws his troops at this time, the fleeing troops will inevitably collapse completely.
When the time comes, the Ming cavalry lurking in the rear will take advantage of the situation to pursue them, and it is estimated that only one out of ten will be able to escape hundreds of miles back to Shenyang City alive.
Rather than do this, he would rather abandon these warriors on this battlefield.
"Don't wait." Huang Taiji took a few deep breaths and felt his nose was hot and bleeding. He waved his hands bitterly, "Two yellow flags, attack now!"
The war was still going on, and the Tartar army kept attacking the Ming army's circular battle line, with swords and swords flashing, axes smashing and hammers smashing. Every moment, fresh lives were dissipated on this battlefield.
The Ming army artillery soldiers continued to fire, and many people were already in tears from the gunpowder smoke.
There have been waverings on many fronts, but overall we are still persevering.
Their emperor is right behind them, which is the greatest encouragement to military morale.
"Lu Xiangsheng." Li Yunze, who had observed the battlefield for a while, turned around and looked over. "Go to the bridge and issue an order for the Shenshu battalion soldiers on the other side to cross the river and assemble by the river. Come whenever more than 5,000 people are gathered. Report."
"My lord, I obey the order."
"Long live." Sun Chengzong, who was wearing official uniform but equipped with a sword, hesitated and asked, "The Tartars are attacking fiercely. Is it appropriate to stop the reinforcements at this time?"
While the battle was going on in the front, they were also crossing the river quickly on the pontoon behind.
The soldiers and horses that came later gathered on the shore, and then moved to the front line in units of bureaus to reinforce and replace them.
Now Li Yunze wants to assemble a reserve team, which means that he has to temporarily stop supporting the front line.
"It doesn't matter." Li Yunze frowned and waved his hands, "I believe the soldiers can withstand it."
In the era of cold weapons, private ownership of armor was absolutely prohibited, and anyone caught would be beheaded on charges of treason.
In the industrial age, Li Yunze ordered different parts from different processing plants and shipped them back for assembly without anyone caring.
The quality of the armor worn by the soldiers in the Beijing camp far exceeded that of this era.
It is not afraid of ordinary swords, guns, bows and arrows, even the heavy hammers, giant axes and iron bones of the heavily armored nemesis.
It's not that the armor can't bear it, but that the body can't bear it due to the strong impact.
The Ming army, wearing new heavy armor, was obviously more capable than the Tartars.
The most exaggerated thing is that all the heavy armored soldiers in the Shenshu Camp wear full iron armor, while the Tartars on the opposite side are not very armored.
The two sides collided, and the Tartars suffered a great loss.
The officers and soldiers of the new army are fully paid, and their fighting spirit is high. They can eat meat every day, and their physical fitness is definitely good. Coupled with the good equipment, they can certainly bear it.
The Ming army is not bad, and the Tartars are not that strong either.
The reason for repeated defeats is the fault of the turban and the military leaders.
Two yellow flags came up, forcing Dai Shanyue and his son to push up.
They had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.
A scorching cannonball drew a parabola in the air and landed hard near Daishan.
In an instant, the cannonball smashed the skull of an armored man, then hit the ground, leaving a big crater, and bounced again.
Just like a bouncing ball, a bunch of blood gourds are pulled out in the queue.
Not far away, Daishan's eyelids jumped.
Years of pampering and being served by slaves everywhere have worn away the lofty ambitions of his youth.
Looking at the meat grinding ground in front of him, Daishan couldn't help but pull his soldiers and horses to both sides to get out of the way.
Huang Taiji, with eyes spitting fire, directly hit the Ming Army's Great Steel Wall with two yellow flags.
"Charge over, charge over!" Hauge, who personally led two yellow flags and hundreds of bagaras as arrows, waved the heavy ax in his hand and shouted angrily, "The Great Khan has an order, whoever cuts off the armored soldiers will be rewarded with a future! Cut off the big banner."
Whoever captures Emperor Ming will be rewarded with Baile! Whoever captures Emperor Ming will be rewarded with a prince!"
The rewards were generous, and they also stimulated the ferocity of the Tartars.
If you win, you can get whatever you want, and you can get as many official appointments and wishes as you want.
There is nothing to lose, and there is no need to fulfill the wishes made by the official.
Hauge led hundreds of bagaras wearing three layers of heavy armor and used their bodies to forcefully break through the layers of iron armor formations.
Everything you see is steel, and the constant sound of metal hitting makes your teeth sore.
Panting heavily, Hauge stared at the wooden platform not far away through the countless waving weapons.
The emperor of Ming Dynasty is there!
As long as we can defeat the Ming Emperor, this battle will be won.
In order to help him gain a chance to break through, Huang Taiji personally commanded the soldiers and horses of the two yellow flags to conduct containment operations and block the Ming army's reinforcements in this direction.
The young Hauge was determined to make great achievements and legitimately establish himself as the heir to Daikin.
He has considered all the things that should be considered, but he has not considered that achieving immortality requires risking one's life.
"Master!" One by one, Bagalas fell down beside Haug. They were immediately suppressed, and their heads were smashed and smashed. Or they were stabbed through the gaps in the armor with sharp blades.
Of course, the same thing happened to the soldiers of the Ming Army after they fell.
Many Bajaras exchanged their lives for lives, tearing a hole in the Iron Armored Great Wall for Haug.
Finally breaking out of the steel jungle in front of him, what appeared in front of Haug were thousands of fire rifle soldiers standing on wooden boxes and benches.
The Ming army had a very high penetration rate of gunmen, and the Tartars had long been used to it.
'Pooh.'
After spitting blood-streaked saliva, Haug clenched his ax and led the Bagaras toward the Fire Gun soldiers.
In his impression, the Ming army's firecrackers were no different from easily frightened rabbits. As long as the warriors approached, the firecrackers would abandon their firecrackers and run away.
But what surprised him was that the Ming army did not escape this time.
Not only did they not run away, the gun soldiers who were close by all pointed their guns at him.
The loyal Bagaras quickly stepped forward and blocked Hauge behind him.
After a burst of gunfire, the outer bagara fell down in a circle.
These are the elites of the Two Yellow Flags, real warriors who have worked hard on their physical martial arts skills for many years, but they cannot stop a small lead bullet!
The furious Haug roared and rushed into the firecracker formation with his ax raised.
Facing the soldiers, the fire gun soldiers did not flinch.
If you're too close and can't reload, swing your gun directly at them. If you're farther away, reload quickly and then open fire.
In the thick smoke, Hauge climbed onto the wooden box and panted, looking at the wooden platform a hundred steps away.
Soon, with just such a small distance, he could still point the ax in his hand towards the damn big bamboo pole on the wooden platform!
Li Yunze stood up slowly on the viewing platform.
He turned around and looked behind him. Five thousand soldiers were gathered in rows on the river bank.
The increasingly dazzling sunlight fell on the soldiers, blooming with brilliant light.
"Soldiers of the Ming Dynasty! Press forward and knock all the Tartars in front of you to the ground." Taking a deep breath, Li Yunze pointed to the other side of the battle line: "The Ming Dynasty will rise and fall, let's fight here!"
"Wonderful victory! Wonderful victory!"
Five thousand soldiers shouted in unison, the sound was like thunder.
Over there, Hauge finally saw the Ming army soldiers pressing forward like a mountain, and a sense of despair suddenly rose in his heart.
Once so many soldiers are thrown into the battle formation, Daikin's side will inevitably collapse.
‘Bang!’
There was a gunshot, and Haug suffered a huge impact on his abdomen and immediately fell on the wooden box.
He screamed miserably and tried to struggle but felt the strength in his body draining away rapidly.
A strong figure rushed over and sat directly on him.
Zheng Sihai drew out his bayonet, lifted up Hauge's faceplate, held the bayonet in both hands against Hauge's mouth, and then stabbed it hard.
He stood up and stuck his bayonet on the blunderbuss. Zheng Sihai, with red eyes, roared "Wan Sheng!"
The gunmen were roaring, the artillery was roaring, the soldiers were roaring, and even Sun Chengzong, the warm-blooded benevolent king Cheng'en, was roaring.
As Li Yunze walked down from the viewing platform, his large banner slowly moved forward behind the armored formation, and the morale of the Ming army on the battlefield was completely ignited.
The Ming army's counterattack began.
Huang Taiji watched helplessly as Hauge's banner fell into the Ming army's formation. At that moment, his heart was as cold as water.
The Ming army counterattacked across the board, and the gleaming armored formation pressed in like mountains, crushing everything in its path into powder.
The firecrackers followed with their firecrackers. When they were far away, they fired their guns, and when they were close, they used their bayonets.
The tall banner kept moving forward, finally crushing the Tartars' psychological bottom line.
The casualty rate of the Tartars has long exceeded the bottom line of the cold weapon era. The reason why they can persist until now is entirely due to the chaos of the battlefield, Huang Taiji's personal control of the battle, and the butcher's knife of the supervising team.
But when tens of thousands of Ming soldiers counterattacked in full force, the soldiers and horses, which had long been unable to hold back, poured towards the rear like floods from a broken dam.
The sun became brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire battlefield.
The semi-arc-shaped armored formation of the Ming Army gradually stretched into a straight line.
The torrent of steel rolled forward, crushing everything in its path like an iron curtain.
The Ming army's shouts of "Ten Thousand Victories" got louder and louder. The Tartars, whose entire front line collapsed, were completely devastated, and the only thought left in their minds was to escape.
Destroyed and destroyed, nothing more than this.
Huang Taiji, who was on horseback, watched helplessly the scene of total collapse in front of him. He murmured to himself, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
His fat body swayed on the horse, and then his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The guards around him hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
Huang Taiji, whose face was as golden as paper, suddenly shouted, "Why is this happening~~~"
After shouting, his body went limp and he fainted.
The surroundings were in panic, and the guards had no choice but to retreat with their profuse sweat.
At this time, the two red flags of Shi Shan and Yue Tuo and his son had already taken a detour, and the only one in the Tartar army that was organized was Dorgon's white flag.
But Dorgon's Zhengbai Banner did not come to stop the Ming army's armored formation, but quickly retreated north.
The reason is very simple. Not only is it useless to rush up, but more importantly, the cavalry army led by Mangui has loomed in the distance.
If you don’t leave at this time, you will never be able to leave again.
At the same time, Li Yunze, who was guarded by countless shield-wielding soldiers in the middle, had a face like a mountain, holding the Yongle Sword and pointing forward.