Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 471 Beijing Beijing——

"Is this the Ming army?"

Azig frowned, seeing the impenetrable camp, he felt a little bit troubled.

No wonder he is like this.

When he went south in the past, the Ming army in the south of the Yangtze River was all in rags, with few armors, and only shotguns to maintain their dignity.

But today's Ming army is more than [-]% armored, and there are even burly soldiers in heavy armor, menacing.

The Fran cannons are extremely conspicuous, and the Musketeers lined up are even more uniform, with a strong atmosphere of elite soldiers.

Of course, its disadvantages also exist, less than half of the cavalry of one's own side is enough for them to take the initiative.

"Look, that's a long musket!"

At this time, Jierhalang on the side, with a serious face, pointed to the gun in front of the Ming army and said: "In Huai'an, our army sent out heavy infantry wearing triple armor, but they were still broken by them."

"I have never seen such a style of musket."

"Two people carrying it?"

Azig stroked the beard on his chin, and fell into deep thought: "Then according to you, the main force of the Ming army is this musketeer?"

"More than that!" Jierhalang said solemnly: "They also have a larger musketeer, which does not need to be ignited. The self-fired musket is more than twice as fast as the ordinary shotgun."

"Afterwards, its formation changed, it retreated and advanced, and the muskets kept coming, and they could not stop until the ammunition was exhausted."

"But until then, the former army may not be spared."

Speaking of this, Jierhalang felt lingering fear.

Hauge on the side also had to nod at this time and said: "The heavy armored infantry at that time lost more than half, and then the heavy armor of the Ming army attacked, and my front army collapsed."

"I bought a few, and I wanted those red-haired monks to imitate it, but unfortunately the Ming army came too fast, and it was almost successful."

Jierharang said with regret on his face.

"If it is imitation, there will be plenty of time in the future, but this time it will not work head-on. We have to save our vitality."

Azig squinted his eyes, looked at the huge formation of the Ming army, and said in a low voice: "It's time for the Mongols to taste it. They laughed so loudly last night, let them see it today."

Although Khalkha Mongols and Chahar Mongols cared about the face of the Qing army, they were honest people and couldn't hide their affairs in their hearts, and they would confide them completely after drinking a little wine.

He even clamored that the Manchus entered the customs and changed, fearing the Han people like tigers.

It made Azig extremely angry yesterday. If he hadn't thought about the Mongols' efforts, he would have chopped them up long ago.

At the same time, from the attitudes of these Mongols, he can see that they no longer respect the Qing Dynasty as they used to, and that their intentions are in vain.

Therefore, this battle is to teach the Mongols a lesson and weaken their strength, so as to better maintain the unity of Manchuria and Mongolia.

"This group of Tartars should also be taught a lesson."

Jierhalang nodded, showing a hint of solemnity.

"Woooooo-"

Azig couldn't wait to raise his head, and the whimpering horn sounded loudly in an instant, and hundreds of cowhide drums were also beating continuously, making a deafening sound, soaring straight into the sky.

The clouds in the sky also seemed to be moving faster, trying to give way to the scorching sun to these humans.

In the wheat field in the distance, a flock of birds was also startled at this time. When the farmers were trembling, they couldn't wait to enjoy the snacks, and no one knew that they would not be safe.

The entire battlefield suddenly became noisy at this moment.

"An Da, don't worry, I will teach you a good lesson for this group of Han people and avenge you all."

Mongolian Taiji on the side, patted his chest, flicking the braids on his round head.

Azig said with a smile in proficient Mongolian dialect: "My Mongolian Anda is a first-class warrior in the world, and he will definitely be able to beat those Han people who are like cattle and sheep to flee."

"Hahaha!"

The Mongolian nobles laughed happily one by one, and the whips in their hands twitched faster.

The nobles of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties also echoed their laughter and kept praising, and the Mongols became more and more motivated for a while.

On Li Jizu's side, he found that the formation of the Qing army was very strange.

Of course he had seen the tactical notes of the Battle of Huai'an commanded by the emperor.

This is the work of the Chief of Staff.

The main responsibility of the staff department with a scale of [-] people is to provide advice to the emperor on military affairs, provide a large number of feasible plans, and estimate various risks.

Of course, the Military Academy is also under the jurisdiction of the General Staff Department.

To put it bluntly, it is mainly the role of a military adviser.

And if there is no war, in order to prevent them from being deserted, the emperor asked the chief of staff to summarize the classic battles over the years.

Even, in order to show it better, they will draw good drawings and analyze the advantages and disadvantages one by one.

The tactical notes are only open to the commander and above, so Li Jizu naturally read them several times.

"There is no heavy armored infantry, nor are the cavalry wandering around, but they are standing straight and ready to fight head-on. Whether it is the battle of Luoyang or the battle of Huai'an, they have never appeared..."

Li Jizu felt a little uneasy in his heart, and said.

Chen Yongfu on the side was staring at the front, watching the Qing army's phalanx ready to look for flaws. Hearing Li Jizu's words, he calmly said:

"Li Tongzhi, look carefully, most of these cavalry are Tartars."

"That's right, it's a Tartar!"

Only then did Li Jizu calm down, showing a smile: "Although it is a new tactic, but coming so recklessly, I am afraid that he is here to die."

The formation of the Ming army remained roughly the same, with spearmen and fusiliers in the front, heavy infantry in the middle, and shieldmen and pikemen on the left and right wings.

The Guanning Cavalry and Cavalry Battalion were in charge of the rear army, and the total number of cavalry exceeded [-].

But compared with the Qing army, it is slightly insufficient.

This time, [-]% of the Qing army was cavalry, and the scale reached [-]. With the addition of [-] Mongolian cavalry, the total number exceeded [-].

Even those infantry are mounted infantry, who can get on horseback and flee the battlefield at any time.

Although Li Jizu and Chen Yongfu didn't understand what it meant, they knew that the Qing army's fighting spirit was not strong, and this battle must be won.

"Boom--"

In the blink of an eye, a group of Mongolian cavalry rushed to the broad battlefield.

They shook their braids with bare heads, growling continuously, brandishing various weapons, their legs tightly clamping the horse's belly, and their expressions were relaxed and fierce.

Compared with Jiannu, the Mongolian Tartars' riding skills are even better.

"However, in today's world, where are the Mongols left?"

Li Jizu believed in himself.

"Today, let the stinky Tartars witness how great Ming is."

After saying that, he waved his arm violently.

Immediately, the flag was waved, and the former army got the news instantly.

"Fill with gunpowder, shoot in eighty steps—"

Accompanied by shouts, the front army was in position in an instant.

The predecessors knelt down on one knee, while the descendants aimed at filling gunpowder, and took out a gunpowder from their arms.

"One hundred steps, ninety steps, light the fire—"

"Bang bang bang-"

Gunshots sounded continuously, dull and heavy.

(End of this chapter)