Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 325 The overall situation has been decided
Accompanied by the drizzle, hundreds of artillery guns fired continuously, solid bullets, shotgun shells, and flowering bullets, all mixed together, causing a little damage to the Eight Banners soldiers.

But for the Eight Banners in heavy armor, the ratio is too low, and it just affects morale.

But the damage in the real sense was in the heavy step battalion of the Ming army, which was evenly matched.

"boom--"

The sound of dull impacts and melee combat continued to resound on the battlefield.

A lot of blood flowed, accompanied by rain, making the ground extremely wet and slippery. If one was not careful, someone fell down and couldn't get up again.

The infantry at the back, wielding axes and huge swords, stepped forward continuously, with ferocious eyes and boundless strength.

A warrior of the Eight Banners kicked down a Ming army wearing a bull's horn. He was looking for a gap in the armor to end his life when he was hugged by another bull's horn and fell to the ground.

The heavy armor gives the soldiers great protection, and the battle damage is very small, and most of them are injured and lie down, and it is difficult to get up.

Similarly, there are not a few people who died of exhaustion and passed out in a coma.

However, no matter how distressed Zhu Yixi is, considering the impact of the entire battlefield, she will grit her teeth and persist.

But for Dorobel Lek Dehun and Gushan Ezhen Yechen, every death or injury in the Eight Banners is an unacceptable loss for them.

"The loss is too high."

Under the umbrella, Luckard gritted his teeth, looking at the heavy casualties of the former army, his heart seemed to be bleeding.

Ye Chen was full of disbelief: "How is it possible? How could the Ming army persist for so long?"

In the past battlefields, as long as the Eight Banners infantry fought close to hand, the Ming army, which was timid to get close, would collapse at the first touch.

But now, they are evenly matched.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Ye Chen growled, "When did the Han people become so powerful?"

"This is definitely not a Han Chinese—"

"Calm down, Ye Chen!" Luke De's eyes seemed to be breathing fire, he stared at the battlefield tightly, and said in a deep voice:

"What the hell is Wu Sangui doing? Why are his cavalry still wandering around?"

"Master Baylor, we can't fight like this anymore, the Eight Banners can't afford it!"

Ye Chen's face turned black and blue with anger, he gritted his teeth and begged.

"Hmph!" Luckard hurriedly ordered: "You stay here and watch, I'll go and see what Wu Sangui is up to."

Immediately, he walked in front of Wu Sangui with strides, looking as if he was provoking a teacher to ask a crime.

Seeing Wu Sangui's icy expression, he softened immediately: "Prince Pingxi, Guan Ning's army has been wandering around for a long time, did they just sit and watch the Eight Banners get killed and injured before going up?"

"Lord Baylor, the time has not come yet."

Wu Sangui turned his head and said in a deep voice.

"Timing? What are you waiting for?"

Lu Kede was so angry that he was trembling all over, and couldn't help it any longer: "If you delay for a while, the Eight Banners will be gone. Even if you win this battle, the regent will not spare you."

Wu Sangui heard the words, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and his face was ashen.

Although these words were ugly, he had to admit that it was the truth.

If the Ten Thousand Eight Banners were exchanged with Nanjing City, the Regent might still hesitate, but Dorgon would definitely choose the Eight Banners without the Nanjing City of Anqing and Caishiji.

Similarly, is it worth sacrificing a large number of Guanning cavalry for a city that is doomed to fall?
"Issue the order and let the Guan Ning army prepare to launch."

Wu Sangui's face was moved, and he ordered through gritted teeth.

Luck Dehun on the side nodded in satisfaction and left immediately.

After he left, Wu Sangui sneered, and ordered to the messenger at the side: "Let Yao Wenchang and Zheng Longfang lead the army forward and support the former army."

"But, Prince, the enemy's artillery is still covering. Those guys who are inferior to the bandits may collapse directly and affect their morale..."

The lieutenant on the side frowned.

"Otherwise? Let us Guanning Army pave the way for the Eight Banners?"

Wu Sangui said coldly: "In addition to artillery, King Yu's Musketeer Army is also powerful. It hasn't been shown yet, and I'm afraid it's waiting for us to come!"

Man Qing's emphasis on intelligence was second only to King Yu, and Wu Sangui naturally also learned about this. The battle in Henan was a heart-wrenching pain for Man Qing.

When the military order came, Zheng Longfang and Yao Wenchang stomped their feet angrily: "It's his grandma's, this is for us to die!"

The artillery fire from the former army and the hand-to-hand killing made them feel terrified in the capital overlooking the sky. They wanted to turn around and run away. How dare they go forward?
"No way!"

Zheng Longfang had no choice but to act as a knife and I as a fish. They were afraid of King Yu, but they were even more afraid of the Qing army in their hearts, so they could only bite the bullet.

For a while, [-] infantry moved forward slowly, shrinking back and forth, but in the end they put tremendous pressure on the Ming army.

Zhu Yixi frowned: "Is it all on? Or should I throw bricks to attract jade?"

Liu Zeqing's army is nothing to worry about, but no matter how rubbish the army is, it can still be harmful.

"The red-clothed artillery presses on and isolates me."

With a wave of his hand, an orderly can leave.

The [-] Guan Ning army is like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, constantly offering up small things to lure.

Eat or not?
This is a multiple choice question.

If you ignore it, the pressure on the former army will be great.

"Damn, I bet!"

Zhu Yixi clenched his fists, opened his eyes wide, and commanded in a deep voice: "Let the cavalry battalion leave the camp, go and bring the rear army with them, and smash the Eight Banners."

"Yes!"

Soon, Li Jingwu learned of the military order, waved his horsewhip, and said cheerfully: "Boys, it's time to make contributions—"

In an instant, the army formation cracked open, and groups of cavalry spewed out, turned into an arc, and went straight to the rear.

"Good opportunity!" Wu Sangui was overjoyed when he saw it.

The Guan Ning army did not disappoint his expectations, and immediately dispatched, found the exit, blocked it directly, and surrounded the last few hundred cavalry.

Then, like eels, they stared at the unclosed gap, eager to step in.

Unfortunately, what greeted them was a large number of muskets.

"Bang bang bang-"

With a slightly dull voice, he raised his gun and showed his power first, staring at the horse.

Even if it is covered with armor, within a hundred steps, the power of raising a spear is invincible.

Bowl-sized wounds appeared on the horse's body continuously, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A large number of cavalry were thrown off, and the cavalry behind were knocked down, almost forming a chain reaction.

Immediately, crackling gunshots rang out continuously, almost forming an open space within a hundred steps in front of the army formation, only a piece of flesh and blood.

"Damn!"

In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand cavalry were left behind, and the rest of Guan Ning's iron cavalry immediately recognized their situation, turned their horses and continued to wander.

Wu Sangui was also aware of this, staring intently, hearing such close and loud gunshots, it was far more powerful than the shotguns of the Ming army.

He yelled badly in his heart.

At some point, the dark clouds cleared and the sun gradually revealed its face.

Taking advantage of this time, the cavalry battalion attacked from the right flank and broke through the phalanx of the Zheng and Yao armies in an instant.

The big picture is set...

(End of this chapter)