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Chapter 1514

Fighting against the National Defense Force, the Qing army’s biggest feeling was...

There are simply too many artillery pieces.

The Qing army obtained only about fifty red cannons, all of which were extremely valuable. They would never be dispatched lightly unless it was a critical battle.

And every move creates miraculous achievements.

Many fortresses were captured by red cannons.

However, compared with the red cannons, the Wehrmacht has more artillery, has a longer range, and is more powerful.

It also shoots more accurately.

The Qing army embarked on the battlefield with an extremely tragic mood, but they were shaken by artillery bombardment.

Human willpower can certainly change the world, but it is too insignificant under the power of technology.

Especially since their enemies are equally strong-willed.

The war horse is so fast, it should be able to break up the formation of the National Defense Force, right?

However, two large formations, the 14th Regiment and the 15th Regiment, also came up.

"Fire!"

But after trying it several times, I found that the consequences were even more tragic.

Dorgon had no time to guess what happened to the left wing. The frontal battle situation put him under great pressure.

If they cannot break through the limit of one hundred steps, the Qing army's bows and arrows will not be able to function.

Since the Qing Dynasty was destined to fall, it was up to him to draw this sentence.

In the past, he thought that he was no worse than Huang Taiji, and he would definitely be able to achieve even more brilliant achievements than Huang Taiji.

This result is not surprising when the number of muskets outnumbers the cavalry.

The smoke has not cleared, but the Mongolian cavalry on the battlefield has disappeared.

One hundred and fifty steps, a distance that makes people cry.

"All troops attack!"

"Chahan, Sonomu, lead your cavalry and cut in close to the infantry square."

Horqin's right wing never showed up, which made Dorgon feel cold in his heart.

Now he is facing the ashes of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Even the cavalry can't charge through, so what can they do with infantry relying on only two legs?

Who can accept a battle where they know they will die?

That is to say, the Qing army's civilization was more advanced and its organization was higher, so it did not collapse so easily to the Indians.

In fact, the best way to deal with the artillery of the National Defense Force is to spread out the formation as much as possible, so as to minimize casualties.

His personal soldiers, the elites of the two white flags, followed one after another, eventually converging into an unspectacular torrent.

The formation of the Qing army became more and more loose, many people were fighting in two groups, and they were already on the verge of collapse.

He already had a feeling that Badali might never come.

Suksaha slashed down with his sword and shouted in fear: "Those who run away from battle will die!"

Time and space seemed to slow down, and Dorgon could even see black bullets coming from the opposite side with shining sparks.

"Raise the gun!"

But the strange thing is that although it is very slow, he can't avoid it.

The Qing army... was in despair!

You can't expect cold-weapon soldiers with swords to fight for their lives against musketeers, right?

To put it bluntly, it is still technology that crushes us.

The Qing army's shield truck had been destroyed by the Wehrmacht mortars.

The clouds in the sky are thick enough, but the smoke rising from the ground is like dark clouds pressing over the city.

His approach did not have much of a deterrent effect on the soldiers.

Suksaha tried his best to stop it, but his strength was too weak.

Having lost their cover, the Qing army could only roar in despair and charge towards the National Defense Forces.

For a time, all the Qing troops were staring at this place.

One is that the National Defense Force was dispersed by the Mongolian cavalry and could not organize a counterattack.

Now, he couldn't think so much anymore, and he felt relaxed instead.

This change made him the focus of one person and more than ten thousand people, but it also quickly consumed his heart, soul, and blood.

This is the last faith of the Manchus.

Each regiment contains thousands of muskets, and the number of projectiles fired in one minute is denser than a heavy rainstorm.

Anyway, the soldiers in front of them were harvested layer by layer, but they couldn't get close to the National Defense Forces.

He couldn't remember when his enthusiasm for the battlefield gradually dissipated, and he began to consider the gains and losses of interests more and more cold-bloodedly.

The National Defense Forces are like cold-blooded machines, and they don't care about the identity of the enemies coming towards them.

Although the bullets did not hit him, the horses rolling around him and the screams of the soldiers could be clearly heard.

With such a small amount of cavalry, no one believed that they could penetrate the endless front of the Fourth Division.

The fighting on Horqin's left wing has not stopped, and the sound of gunfire is still coming, but it is obviously much sparser.

Unfortunately, he is not yet a veteran and his reputation is limited.

The Empire and the Manchu Qing Dynasty need to make a complete break.

The arrival of the Mongolian cavalry did not cause any panic in the Fourth Division.

The 13th Regiment at the front only focused on the Qing infantry in front of them.

"Four hundred meters, shoot!"

In the end, in order not to be trampled to death, he could only flee with the infantry.

In such a duel, the Qing army was actually not much better than the Indians faced by the European colonists.

Upon hearing Dorgon's order, Chahan and Sono's skin went numb.

But the remaining power of the Manchu Qing Dynasty still existed, and they did not dare to resist. They could only light up the last essence of Horqin's left wing and throw themselves into the battlefield helplessly.

After all, the enemies on the opposite side are endless, and there are fewer and fewer people around us.

More and more Qing soldiers began to flee, quickly forming a torrent that trapped Suk Saha in it.

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live!

The horse's hooves were soaring, as if Dorgon had regained the pleasure of being invincible on the battlefield.

Seeing the collapse of the Qing army's main formation, Qi Jiaxuan quickly seized this opportunity.

In several previous battles, the Qing army had done this.

The marksmanship they were once so proud of has now become useless.

The other is that the Mongolian cavalry is finished, and the National Defense Forces are already cleaning the battlefield.

Seeing that the attack failed, Dorgon staggered on his horse.

The royal flag of Prince Regent and Prince Rui fluttered in the wind on the battlefield, making a fierce sound, and accompanied Dorgon rolling forward.

He took out his visor and fastened it on his face. Then he slowly accelerated his horse and headed in the opposite direction towards the crumbling soldiers.

A soldier suddenly threw away his weapon, turned around and ran away.

Dorgon's mouth was bleeding, but he was not in the mood to care.

Not a single war horse or Mongolian cavalry rushed into the formation of the National Defense Forces.

Horqin's cavalry rushed past from both sides.

This situation can only have two results.

Suksaha was among them, making noises unconsciously and not knowing the meaning of the orders he gave.

Being hacked to death by him is death, but being beaten to death by the National Defense Forces is not death.

Suksaha only has a knife in his hand, how many can he kill?

Because once the formation is dispersed, the Qing army will not have enough muskets, let alone the opponent of the National Defense Force.

The closer the distance, the stronger the sense of oppression from the National Defense Forces.

The muskets roared wantonly, and the Qing soldiers were knocked to the ground one after another, unable to get up again.

His pupils gradually became bloodshot, he pulled out his saber, and pointed at the formation of the National Defense Forces that gradually became clearer.

He is a warrior and he wants to fight!

On the opposite side, the soldiers in the first row who had fired retreated quickly, and the soldiers in the second row stepped forward.

The rotation of formations was completed in the blink of an eye, and it was so fast that it was despairing.

The muzzles of countless black holes were pointed at the white horse running alone, and the lone knight on the horse.


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