Sixteen rounds of bullets killed ten Mongolian cavalry and also hit three horses.
There was no way, the formation was too dense, and bullets rarely missed. As long as we fired at the cavalry group, we would be able to hit something.
As soon as Zhang Geda opened fire, the team trainers opened fire instantly, spraying dense rounds of 9mm Parabellum rounds from their revolvers.
The more than 700 regiments in front opened fire collectively. Tens of thousands of bullets were fired, directly beating Laerhunbatulu, who was beeping on the opposite side, into a sieve.
As for the Mongolian cavalry around him, more than 800 people fell instantly. The 800 people were the people in the cross section of the Mongols, and almost all of them were shot. They screamed and rolled off their horses. The people behind were not hit, and the war horses were hit.
But there is a lot of play.
At this distance, the power of the pistol reaches its maximum power. After rigorous training, they draw their guns and fire, and their rapid aiming skills are superb.
The people in the first row were all beaten into pieces, because the penetrating power of the pistol was not strong and did not penetrate the human body, so the people in the back were not shot.
However, as soon as they met, people all over the place died, which is scary enough.
Mongolians are afraid of firearms, especially Monan Mongolia, who were frightened by the Ming Dynasty's firearms.
But in the past, I had only come across fire portal guns like three-eyed guns. I had never come across big killers like metal fixed bullets and revolvers.
The Mongols reacted very quickly and immediately ran to both sides. This kind of firearm was unheard of and unseen. They killed and wounded everyone who stood in front of them with one fire. Who dared to stand in front?
Zhang Geda led the regiment to break through the Mongolian interception and rushed into Lama's mouth.
It wasn't until he entered the valley that Chongzhen sat down on the sofa in exhaustion. Just now, Zhang Geda's reckless behavior frightened him. He was afraid that the Mongols would take action.
Unexpectedly, the Mongols were so vulnerable to Xinghe Tuanlian.
The cavalry escorted the carriage on the simple official road in the river valley. The carriage ran very fast, and the driver kept whipping him.
It wasn't until the war horse couldn't run anymore and foamed at the mouth that it stopped temporarily, changed horses, and then continued to run wildly.
Zhang Geda understood that as long as he entered the Great Wall, he would be safe.
If the roads in Guanli are good, the carriage will go faster.
At this time, the carriage slowed down again, and Chongzhen was already frightened. Could it be that he was blocked again? Huang Taiji's use of troops was so mysterious and unpredictable.
The carriage slowed down but did not stop. It flew past a group of people wearing common people's clothes. Chongzhen hurriedly opened the back window and looked. These people seemed to be the people in Dingyuan Bo's land.
When he saw the waist of the narrow valley, which was dotted with barbed horses, barbed wire, and fortifications made of sandbags, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. Zhang Geda had arranged the civilian regiment here in advance to block the pursuit of the Qing army.
These people are finished, they are all fire-headed troops, how can they be the opponent of Jiannu's cavalry?
The horse team and carriage did not stop and passed here quickly.
After two days and one night, Tuan Lian finally took the emperor into Da'ankou. Fortunately, Tuan Lian's horses were good, if the horses were not good, they would have died of exhaustion.
Zhang Yijing, the general at Da'ankou, was shocked when he saw Xinghe regiment training, escorting the emperor out of the customs and riding back in a carriage. He hurriedly asked the soldiers below to open the city gate.
Zhang Geda rode on his horse and shouted: "The Beijing camp has been defeated. Jiannu and the Mongolian army of 240,000 are about to arrive. The beacon fire will be lit immediately."
Zhang Geda didn't even get off his horse and rushed over. He passed through Da'ankou Pass and headed straight for Zunhua.
Zhang Yijing almost fell off the city wall. With an army of 150,000, it was only the emperor who ran back.
But he didn't dare not believe Zhang Geda's words. These ruthless people were the emperor's most trusted people.
He quickly ordered the gates to be closed and the beacon fires were lit. At the same time, he quickly reported to the Ji Town headquarters of Santun camp. At the same time, he notified various mountain passes along the Great Wall to prepare for battle.
The news spread quickly in Ji Town. The Beijing army was completely defeated. The emperor himself ran back. The slave army was about to arrive. The whole Ji Town fell into panic. The news spread all the way to the capital.
Almost at the same time, the army of Cheying entered the south of the Great Wall at Jinjing Pass next to Da'ankou. More details came from Zhou Yuji. At this time, there was no suspense about the matter.
On the far bank of the Songhua River, Yang Fan's army was marching in the ice and snow.
Although it is very cold, the people from Beishan and Donghai both say it is a trivial matter. In fact, when they come here, it is already much warmer than in their hometown.
They were very satisfied with this journey. They had not experienced such a pleasant winter in many years.
Daming was so kind to them. They ate only flour and rice, as well as venison and pig heads. Every day, each of them drank one or two ounces of mixed alcoholic liquor. This made them very beautiful.
In addition, they burned, killed and looted along the way, and each of them earned a lot of money, which was temporarily stored in some bank with the army. After the war was over and they returned to Vladivostok, they could purchase supplies as much as they wanted.
They sold all the captured slaves to the Marquis of Dingyuan. It was inconvenient to take the slaves with them in the war. If they escaped, wouldn't they lose it in vain? They were not stupid, they might as well sell them to the Marquis of Dingyuan directly.
Their experiences during this period have given them a deep trust in Daming and Marquis Dingyuan.
If they are not short of money, why would they be greedy for your little money?
The polar RV walked slowly, maintaining a speed similar to walking. The car drove very smoothly.
Yang Fan would not go out without any trouble. Although it was much warmer than where he started, it was still minus 20 degrees. He didn't want to go out and suffer the cold.
At this time, Yang Fan was wearing pajamas and studying the map with his wives on the second floor.
"Master, where are we now?" Xiao Niangpi looked at it for a long time without understanding.
Yang Fan taught them how to use a sextant to measure longitude and latitude. Then they found their current location on the map. Chen Xi quickly mastered it.
Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru were very worried. This thing was quite complicated and needed calculations.
Although Xiao Niangpi is good at liberal arts, reads a lot, and has a strong memory, she really has no talent for mathematics.
Yang Fan had no choice but to measure and calculate by himself, then looked for it on the map for a while and said: "We are here, and this place is called Qiqi Harbin (Harbin in Manchu, meaning the City of Swans)."
There is another saying that Harbin is the homophony of Aljin. Aljin is a village built by the Jurchen people. Aljin is the pronunciation of this village by the Jurchen people.
It refers to the current Harbin. It means "reputation", "honor", "prestige", etc.
This is a famous ice and snow city in later generations. Yang Fan has never been there, and he longs for it.
"Oh, it's right here, it's right here, why didn't I find it just now?" Xiao Niangpi said, patting her chest.
"Sir, when we get here, you said we have to turn a corner, right? What's the next step?" Lin Yueru asked.
Yang Fan measured the drawings with tools and said: "Next, we will turn south first, first go to Chaah Chong (Changchun in Manchu), and then we will attack Siping Bila (today's Siping City, which means Changchun in Manchu)
is a "soft and thin river")"
Xiao Niangpi was very interested in Yang Fan speaking Manchu, so she also imitated him and said, "Then when can we get to Moukedun (Shenyang)?"