Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 434 Attack
"Attack—"

With one order, the Qing army, which had a large number of cavalry, took the initiative.

Meng Baqi had no choice but to wear leather armor, and his braided hair swayed up and down as the horse galloped.

The Mongolian cavalry on the horseback, like a flexible monkey, firmly clamped the legs of the horseback, brandished the scimitar, and yelled.

There are thousands of troops and horses, and the momentum is amazing.

Jierhalang and the others looked at their army, although they were apprehensive in their hearts, they still had a glimmer of expectation after all.

As long as these Mongols can break through the former army, the Ming army will naturally be vulnerable.

And Zhu Yixi also saw the Mongolian cavalry.

Worthy of being a descendant of Genghis Khan, the master of the Mongolian plateau, the Mongolian Eight Banners are superb in riding skills, and many people are able to ride and shoot.

That is to say, with the ups and downs of the horse, Meng Baqi can shoot arrows while riding the horse, and can still be accurate in the bumps. This kind of person is one in a hundred.

And as far as Zhu Yixi knows, even in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, this kind is rare.

For example, in Henan, when fighting Duoduo, the Eight Banners stopped their horses and shot for a long time, and they could not shoot from horseback.

"Mongolian Eight Banners!"

Zhu Yixi sighed.

I have to say that thanks to Huang Taiji, the Manchus did a great job in the united front.

The Mongolian Eight Banners and the Han Eight Banners were all established in his hands, and he changed the tactics of Nurhachi's massacre of the city and carried out feudalization.

Especially Lin Dan Khan, who ruled the Chahar tribe, tried to unify Mongolia, but was besieged by Huang Taiji and the Mongolian tribes and was defeated. Huang Taiji incorporated the Chahar tribe.

The Chahar tribe is the descendant of Genghis Khan's Qixue army, and has always been under the direct control of the Jin family. It is the most powerful tribe in Mongolia.

Manchu, Mongolian, Han, the union of the three ethnic groups, complementary advantages, this kind of united front is really good.

"Your Majesty, the Mongols are here to die."

On the side, Li Jingwu looked down with a solemn expression.

"Yeah!" Zhu Yixi laughed and said, "The Mongols are very good at riding and archery, and their population is larger than that of the Jurchens, so they must be afraid."

Looking from a height, I can see that the Mongolian Eight Banners start from the two wings aggressively, circle around and rush forward.

In the former army, the Manchu heavy armored infantry remained motionless, waiting for the military order.

Obviously, the Mongols were cannon fodder, attracting most of the Ming army's military power.

And the dreaded Man Ba ​​Banners roamed on the two wings, seeming to support them at any time, as if they were supervising them.

"After the arrangement is over, we can only rely on the Beijing camp."

The emperor's tone was quite heavy.

"preparation--"

Accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, the soldiers with spears, their palms full of sweat, listened to the orders of the officers.

"Step left, lean over, tilt the gun—"

Immediately, a large number of spears changed from vertical to slanted, like hedgehogs, frighteningly dense.

Even though the spearmen in front were wearing heavy armor, they couldn't help trembling slightly, their eyelids twitching.

As for the soldiers in the rear, the sound of heavy horseshoes was like beating drums, constantly beating their hearts, and constantly drawing out their courage.

Jia Yan could see it clearly, and naturally knew that many of these people were recruits who had only been in the camp for half a year, had very little combat experience, and experienced even fewer vicious battles.

His lips were a little pale, but he knew he had to do something: "The emperor is watching us from above, what are you afraid of!"

"With the emperor here, we will definitely win, kill those Jian slaves—"

At the same time, a large number of officers continued to boost morale:
"Hold on to the spear and just stab the horse—"

"Your two eggs are inflated? I'm so afraid..."

As for the veterans, knowing their situation, they had the leisure to tear the pancakes from their pockets to soothe their mood.

"Shhhhh-"

Before the Mongols arrived, the thrown arrows had already arrived.

The dense rain of arrows, no less than the rain, hit the armor cracklingly, except for some unlucky ghosts, almost no one was injured.

Jia Yan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although his armor is not as good as that of heavy infantry, it is extremely comprehensive without any gaps.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Suddenly, there were loud noises in front of them, which were different from guns, but heavy impacts.

Jia Yan was immediately taken aback. This was the sound of horses hitting the army formation.

I don't know how many people were trampled or killed.

In order to prevent falling into the formation, even the two wings and the armor of the infantry in the front row can even be compared with the heavy infantry.

Suddenly, many people retreated, trampling many people in the crowd.

"forward--"

At this time, his boss also shouted hoarsely.

Jia Yan followed and shouted, and the soldiers returned to their original positions with one mind.

Still haven't caught my breath.

"emission--"

But at this moment, military orders came from his ears.

A large number of arrows were thrown forward, and the archers were still showing their power, apparently patiently waiting for a long time.

In less than a blink of an eye, there was a lot of bombardment, and the smell of sulfur and saltpeter flooded his nostrils, making him want to sneeze uncontrollably.

"It seems that the main force is coming."

When Jia Yan heard this, he still didn't understand that the temptation was over, and the real battle began.

"what happened?"

Jierhalang looked ahead, frowning.

In his sight, the Mongolian Eight Banners were like two poisonous snakes, galloping into the two wings of the Ming army.

At the beginning, the neat formation of the Ming army was like a piece of pastry that had been eaten and sunk into a large piece.

About a third.

Not long after he was happy, those sunken pastries, like black sewage, surrounded and devoured the tall cavalry, and returned to their original state after a while.

And the Mongolian Eight Banners in the rear, each of them reined in the reins, lingering and not daring to move forward.

Obviously, the Ming army completely exceeded the expectations of the Mongols.

Not only did the military array not collapse, but it would adjust itself.

"No wonder you can defeat Dodo."

Jierharang said coldly.

"Let the Mongolian Eight Banners continue to move forward, not to retreat—"

When anticipating the difficulty of this battle, Jierhalang thought that the Manchu Eight Banners would definitely suffer a lot of casualties, so it must be timely to weaken the Mengba Banners.

Immediately, he looked forward.

In the former army, when the two wings of the Ming army were sunken, the former army set off.

Holding shotguns, the Eight Banners soldiers were wearing heavy armor, and their steps were slow but heavy, approaching step by step.

The Ming army remained motionless, as if waiting for the enemy to come forward.

Two hundred steps, 150 steps, one hundred steps.

The Ming army has not fired yet.

"continue--"

Eighty steps, fifty steps...

At this time, the Qing army couldn't bear it anymore and began to erupt:
clap clap clap-

Three rows of infantry stood side by side, one knelt down, one bent down, and one stood up straight.

The bird guns started to ignite, shooting forward on a large scale, and the density of muskets in each round exceeded three times the normal one.

This is the three-stage shot.

After the Qing army fired, the infantry carrying guns strode forward. Even though soldiers kept falling down, they still couldn't stop them.

Until thirty steps away.

"ignition--"

At the sound of an order, the gunman in front immediately stopped.

(End of this chapter)