Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 427 Accidents in Accidents
First of all, the Ming army was not defeated as expected.

Secondly, Yangzhou City remained unmoved, like an outsider, which shattered Brother Hao's plan in one fell swoop.

For him now, there are only two options.

Either retreat immediately, relying on four legs and night cover, quickly return along the road.

Or, turn around and attack and kill these Beijing soldiers and horses as much as possible.

He deeply understood that these soldiers and horses were the Zhenghuang and Bordered Yellow Banners of the Great Khan of the Qing Dynasty, and they were the foundation of power.

"In this case, I can't make a trip in vain!"

Hauge looked fierce: "I want to see how powerful the army that killed Duoduo is."

After finishing speaking, he gave an order, and the cavalry circled around in a big circle. Unexpectedly by the Ming army, they began to attack from the flank.

"As expected of the slave cavalry!"

Zhang Changsheng said solemnly: "They know that the weakness of Musketeers lies in the waist."

"Unfortunately, our Beijing camp is different!"

Wu Zhong shook his head and said in a cold voice, "Let them suffer today."

"Thousands of drills, turning left and right are already engraved in my mind, and now is the time to verify my strength."

Wang Zhen smiled lightly.

Musketeers are different from other infantry phalanxes in that they are weaker and not thick enough to be easily penetrated by cavalry.

For example, musketeers who are accustomed to shooting flat, generally speaking, are attacked on the flanks, especially when attacked by fast-moving cavalry, they are easily defeated and disrupted formation.

Therefore, the support of a spearman is generally required.

But for the Beijing camp, years of training have made the soldiers habitually measure distances.

There are almost two feet apart between front, back, left, and right. Although it looks hollow and thin, it is extremely convenient for changing directions.

So, with an order, the advancing phalanx immediately stopped, and then quickly turned to the left, just like before.

"Damn, how is that possible?"

Hauge was dumbfounded at this moment.

This is absolutely against common sense.

Whether it is a phalanx or a musket, these can be pushed out, but almost in the blink of an eye, it is like a fantasy for him to change the direction of the advancing phalanx and change the left wing to the front wing.

No matter how elite the Eight Banners infantry is, it is absolutely impossible to do so.

For the former Ming army, not to mention changing direction, even stopping them would cause chaos in the phalanx and create gaps.

"preparation--"

With a loud shout, the musketeer held his breath and filled the gunpowder and ammunition.

After the first row finished shooting, the second row stepped forward, and the cycle repeated. When the last row finished firing, the muskets had been firing continuously for nearly half an hour.

And when they stopped and the gunpowder was almost exhausted, it was already two quarters of an hour.

In front, there were corpses of war horses everywhere, as well as stubborn Eight Banners soldiers.

Hauge also fled with almost frightened cavalry.

"Is this the way to win this battle?"

Wu Zhong was a little surprised, but also a little happy.

After running all night, worrying all night, and relying on it for a quarter of an hour, he turned defeat into victory and redeemed his sins. This is simply too unexpected.

"Manchurian Eight Banners, that's all."

Wang Zhen raised her head and said confidently.

Regarding this, Zhang Changsheng curled his lips: "Although that is the case, this cavalry has been running all night and broke through two battalions in a row. It is already extremely tough."

"Respect for the enemy is respect for ourselves. Otherwise, wouldn't we, who have been teased all night, be more buffoons?"

Now, Wu Zhong and Wang Zhen's expressions froze, showing a little embarrassment.

It can be said that Zhang Changsheng's irony is extremely uncomfortable.

The two didn't want to argue, the facts were right in front of them.

"Humph!"

Wang Zhen flicked her sleeves and turned away.

Wu Zhong also wanted to follow, but he was rescued after all, so he could only smile awkwardly and say no more.

But he has no hatred for Zhang Changsheng in his heart.

Wu Zhong understands that although the joint operation of the three armies has made great achievements, it is not so pleasant for the court or the emperor.

The Jingying is the existence of supporting and defending the Jingshi. Once the armies of several wings are very close, and they can even unite at any time, isn't this the biggest threat to the emperor?

Therefore, if the relationship is not good, it is easier to preserve it.

After a night of fear, the emperor finally understood the general situation.

Just as he guessed, Jiannu made a breakthrough from the south of the city, and then continued to attack, even breaking the second battalion, causing heavy losses to the Beijing battalion.

The cavalry in front of the other battalions were all bluffing.

But that's it, he was afraid of the cavalry, and was almost defeated by each of them.

"Your Majesty, according to the news from the captives, they came from the east of the canal day and night, one person and three horses, and it has only been four or five days so far."

Zhao Shu sorted out the military newspapers and made a compilation: "At night, our army killed and injured tens of thousands of people, and a lot of money, food and luggage were damaged, especially the camp in the south of the city, which was almost burned to ashes."

Seeing the emperor's face became even uglier.Zhao Shu hurriedly said:

"However, the results of the battle last night were really good. Seven or eight thousand war horses were seized, and more than five thousand were intact, and more than five thousand Jiannu were killed."

"5000 people?"

Zhu Yixi showed a hint of surprise, but immediately felt a little unbelievable: "Is it really five thousand and eight banner soldiers?"

"After the inspection by the Ministry of War, it is indeed an old slave, not a Han soldier who Xiaoxin has recently joined."

Zhao Shu said seriously.

Although it is embarrassing to say that the ratio of casualties to one to two is a bit embarrassing, but apart from saving face, it is really not a bad thing for Daming.

After all, the population ratio of Manchu Qing is there, even if it is [-]:[-], it is worthwhile for Daming.

"In addition, Your Majesty, the one who led the cavalry to the south was Hauge, the son of the former slave chieftain Huang Taiji, who was conferred the title of Prince Su."

"It turned out to be him?"

The emperor was surprised: "As the deputy of the first army, he dared to personally command the soldiers and horses to attack Yangzhou, he is really brave."

"It's a pity that I couldn't keep this person. If we were beheading a slave king, our army's morale would be at its peak. The Manchus might lose their soldiers and have to retreat."

Lu Daqi showed a regretful expression.

Regarding this, the emperor felt better: "Although this battle has wiped out some morale, it has reminded me."

"The Qing Dynasty will not move forward step by step according to our ideas. For example, who can predict this attack?"

"Passive coping on the battlefield is no longer appropriate, so I prefer to move forward."

"Your Majesty's body of ten thousand gold bears the great Ming country and the country on his back, so don't move lightly."

Zhao Shu immediately opened his mouth and cut off the emperor's thoughts: "You can condemn the general and command the army for the time being. In addition, in view of the incident in Yangzhou, your majesty can return to Nanjing to recuperate and plan strategies."

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

The other ministers did not agree, but the meaning inside and outside the words was similar.

In addition to Taizu, Taizong, Yujia's personal conquest, it's better to play less, the consequences are too tragic.

(End of this chapter)