1178, the Yarkand army was wiped out for three years
Su Litang just raised his head and heard a burst of cannon fire.
The artillery fire rate of these Beijing camp artillery is too fast. So far, they have fired 15 shots. Their preloaded muskets have not been used up. However, the army has already rushed to a distance of 100 meters.
After Suli Tang rolled over and entered the pit, his remaining dozen soldiers immediately rolled and crawled into the pit, which was not too big.
"Your Highness, Mingren's artillery fire is too fierce. Don't go out. Take shelter here for a while, wait until the enemy's artillery is dealt with, and then come out to take command." Yu Supu advised.
Suli Tang was the younger brother of the Great Khan, and as a prince, his body worth millions of dollars naturally could not involve himself in danger.
Su Litang was already a little scared at this time.
He was so lucky along the way. More than a dozen cavalrymen around him were killed by artillery fire, and none of the solid spherical bullets hit him. However, he was not prepared to continue to block his luck.
Before he could speak, he heard a new round of artillery fire. It was not even ten seconds since the last time.
This time, the sound was different from last time.
When firing a spherical solid bullet, the sound is relatively crisp, poof! A relatively crisp sound. But this time it is a very dull sound. Poof!
Suli Tang is still knowledgeable, shotgun!
He immediately retracted his head. Then an overwhelming rain of bullets came at an angle. A dense discus-shaped barrage of small steel balls with a diameter of five millimeters flew sideways. With a bang, a small steel ball hit Su
The tassel on Litang's helmet.
The iron pipe and the pheasant feathers inserted inside were knocked away together. The neck was shaken backwards, and the bones made a clicking sound.
He groaned and felt as if his neck bones were about to break.
This shot is so powerful. I don’t know what caliber it is for a Fran machine gun. There must be a lot of powder. It can break the iron pipe on the helmet at a distance of 100 meters.
He immediately lay down at the bottom of the pit and never dared to look up again.
Then, boom, boom, boom! Four more shots were fired.
The dense shotgun blast cleared away almost all the cavalry in front. A large section of the infantry behind was also knocked down.
There were almost five to six hundred casualties. It was obvious that the troops were stunned. They stood there stupidly and almost forgot to charge.
For a moment, there was a brief silence on the battlefield, and the artillery finally stopped firing. All the muskets were fired, and it would take time to reload.
"The two infantry regiments on the left and right, move forward!" Yang Fan waved his hand and ordered.
Woo hoo hoo! The horn sounded, and then the war drums also beat with an exciting rhythm. Eight muscled warriors, holding huge drumsticks, stood on the car and beat the drums mounted on the car hard.
Big drum.
Boom, boom, boom... The eight-sided drum made a blood-curdling sound. Huge vibrations were transmitted from the drum surface to the air, and even the people around them felt that their abdominal diaphragms were vibrating with the drumbeats.
Xu Yunzhen, the eldest son of Dingguo Duke Xu Xigao, was the first echelon of nobles in the Ming Dynasty.
By this time, there were still five hereditary Duke families in the Ming Dynasty. The Xu family of Dagongfang in Nanjing and the Xu family of Xu Xigao in Beijing were both members of the Xu Da family. One family and two families were really famous.
This time Chongzhen specially sent Xu Yunzhen, the eldest son of Dingguo Duke Xu Xigao, and Xu Wenjue, the eldest son of Wei Guogong Xu Hongji, into the Chinese army as left and right commanders and counselors. In fact, they were used as chiefs of staff.
In addition to using the British prince, Chongzhen also used the Jiang family, and two additional legitimate sons of the Xu family were also involved to prevent the British prince's family from becoming dominant.
The eldest son of Cheng Guogong Zhu Chunchen was one of the famous scourges in the North, and it was hard to mention it. So we simply didn't let them come out. As for Duke Mu of Yunnan, it was too far away, so let it go.
"Xu Yunzhen and Xu Wenjue listen to the order. Each of you will lead a regiment and immediately launch an attack to face the Yerkang army." Yang Fan gave the order with an expressionless face. Then the two flags were thrown to the two of them.
The two brothers, one in Beijing and the other in Nanjing, were first sent to the Jingwei Martial Arts School by Chongzhen this time, and then to the Jingying Camp to serve. They were very reluctant. But they couldn't do it, so they insisted.
It's from the scalp.
I originally wanted to come to the Jingying Camp to gain qualifications, but I didn't expect that Yang Fan directly locked up the 1,500 military attache generals and disciples of the Jingwei Martial Arts School for military training. But these second-generation ancestors suffered a lot.
They originally brought servants to serve them, and each of them brought as few as ten or as many as a hundred servants.
The most exaggerated one is Zhang Shize, who brought with him 1,500 servants. The head of the British Duke's northern noble family is not a man of honor. He is rich and wealthy, so he cannot accept it.
When these people are in the hands of Yang Fan, the God of Killing, he doesn't care who your father is. Once you enter the camp, you are his soldiers. Anyone who disobeys or fails to complete the training will be beaten with a military stick.
In a few days, more than a thousand households in the Jingwei martial arts school were beaten down to the heirs of the duke's family. No one dared to attack the thorns anymore.
When did these two brothers suffer this crime, but they couldn't run away. The servants, soldiers, and servants were all taken away. They had to rely on themselves for everything, and they had to eat from a big pot.
When they entered the camp, they even took off their clothes. They took a shower first and then changed into military uniforms. Not even a hair was left for them.
However, human potential is huge.
Although these two brothers had been a dandy for thirty years, they finally passed all the training subjects despite being ignored every day and the earth.
After all, he came from a family of military commanders, had good food, was literate, and practiced kung fu since he was a child, so his foundation was pretty good.
At this time, the commander asked them to go out to fight. Although they were scared, they did not dare to hesitate.
After all, because he disobeyed orders on the battlefield and was killed by Yang Fan, his death was in vain.
They never doubted that Yang Fan dared to kill them both.
"General Xu Wenjue (Xu Yunzhen) takes the order!" Although the two of them have been playboys for many years, they are strong-looking and have practiced kung fu. They immediately took the order flag and each led a regiment and advanced forward.
"The artillerymen give up their artillery and retreat immediately. Regroup behind the cavalry." Yang Fan continued to order.
The artillery is deployed at the front. In order to facilitate shooting, since the enemy is rushing up, their best choice is to abandon the artillery and retreat to the back. Infantry fighting is not their job.
With the sound of war drums, two infantry regiments of Beijing soldiers, wearing neat plate armor and various helmets that seemed strange in this era, the first row pushed shields with wheels and outward steel spikes, and the second row pushed shields with wheels and outward steel spikes.
The second row held long spears, the next three rows also held long spears, and the last two rows held flails and other heavy weapons, walking forward menacingly like a drum beat.
As soon as the artillery fire stopped, the Yarkand people breathed a sigh of relief. They were almost destroyed by the endless artillery fire. After a few seconds of brief confirmation, they cheered quickly and rushed forward in a swarm.
Many of them are not Mongolians, but various ethnic groups south of the Tianshan Mountains. But they have the same belief. The troops are mainly small groups of several hundred people, large and small.
They originally thought that once the artillery fire stopped, the Han army was no match for them.
But at this time, when the two infantry regiments from the Beijing Camp lined up in a square formation and marched in neat steps, they came in like an overwhelming force. They felt a chill rising from their backs.
They have never seen this kind of armor with no gaps all over the body. The large curved armor surface shines like a mirror. It emits a dazzling light in the morning sun.
Su Litang felt a chill in his heart, and he deceived me, saying that Huang Taiji, an old dog, was already a tired army. The army could be defeated as soon as it reached the point of destruction, but it looked like it was clearly a formidable enemy.