Ming Zuo

Fighting against the National Defense Forces, the biggest feeling of the Qing army is...

There are just too many cannons.

The Qing army got no more than fifty red-clothed cannons, all of which were extremely precious.For non-critical battles, never dispatch lightly.

And every movement creates a miracle.

How many strong fortresses were conquered by the red cannons.

However, compared with the cannons in red, the National Defense Force has more artillery, a longer range, and greater power.

It is also more accurate.

The Qing army stepped onto the battlefield with an extremely tragic mood, but they were precarious under the bombardment of artillery.

Although human willpower can change the world, but under the power of technology, it is really too small.

Especially their enemies are equally strong-willed.

The formation of the Qing army is getting looser and looser, and many people are fighting against each other, and are already on the verge of collapse.

After all, the enemies on the opposite side are boundless, and there are fewer and fewer people around us.

The closer the distance, the stronger the sense of oppression of the Wehrmacht.

In fact, the best way to deal with the artillery of the National Defense Forces is to evacuate the formation as much as possible, so as to minimize casualties.

In the previous battles, the Qing army did this.

But after trying several times, it turned out that the consequences were even more tragic.

Because once the formation is evacuated, the Qing army does not have enough muskets in its hands, and it is not an opponent of the National Defense Forces.

You can't expect cold-armed soldiers with swords to fight with musketeers, can you?
To put it bluntly, it is still crushed by technology.

In such a duel, the Qing army was actually not much better than the Indians faced by the European colonists.

That is to say, the civilization of the Qing army was more advanced and the degree of organization was higher, so it did not collapse as easily as the Indians.

Horqin's right wing never appeared, making Duo ErGun's heart cold.

He already had a feeling that Badali might never come.

The fighting on Horqin's left wing still hasn't stopped, and the sound of guns and guns is still coming, but it is obviously much sparser.

In this situation, there can only be two outcomes.

One is that the National Defense Forces were scattered by the Mongolian cavalry and could not organize a counterattack.

The other is that the Mongolian cavalry is finished, and the National Defense Forces are already cleaning the battlefield.

Dorgon didn't have time to guess what happened to the left wing, the frontal situation put him under great pressure.

"Chahan, Sonomu, lead your cavalry and cut in next to the infantry phalanx."

Hearing Dorgon's order, Chahan and Suo Nuomu's skin went numb.

But the residual prestige of the Manchu Qing still exists, and they dare not resist.He could only pick up the last essence of Horqin's left wing, and reluctantly threw himself into the battlefield.

The arrival of the Mongolian cavalry did not cause any panic in the Fourth Division.

With such a small number of cavalry, no one believed that they could penetrate the boundless front of the Fourth Division.

The 13th regiment, which was at the forefront, only focused on the Qing infantry in front of it.

"Fire!"

The shield vehicles of the Qing army have been destroyed by the mortars of the Wehrmacht.

The Qing army, which had lost its cover, could only let out a desperate roar, and charged towards the National Defense Army.

150 steps, a distance that makes people cry.

The muskets roared wantonly, and one after another the Qing soldiers were knocked down to the ground, unable to get up again.

Suksaha was in the middle of it, clamoring unconsciously, and didn't know the meaning of the order he gave.

Anyway, the soldiers in front of them were harvested layer by layer, but they couldn't get close to the Wehrmacht.

If you can't break through the limit of one hundred steps, the Qing army's bows and arrows will not be able to play.

The marksmanship they were once proud of is now useless.

Horqin cavalry rushed past from both sides.

The speed of the war horse is so fast, it should be able to smash into the array of the National Defense Forces, right?
The two large formations of the 14th and 15th regiments also came up.

Each regiment is composed of thousands of muskets, and the number of projectiles fired in one minute is denser than that of a rainstorm.

The clouds in the sky are thick enough, but the gunpowder smoke rising from the ground is like dark clouds overwhelming the city.

The smoke has not cleared, and the Mongolian cavalry on the battlefield has disappeared.

Not a single horse, not a single Mongolian cavalry rushed into the formation of the Wehrmacht.

This is not surprising when muskets outnumber cavalry by a large margin.

The Qing army...is in despair!

Even the cavalry can't rush through, so what about the infantry who only rely on two legs?
Who can accept a battle that they know must die?

One of the soldiers suddenly dropped his weapon, turned around and ran away.

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live!

Sukesaha swung his knife and slashed down, shouting fearfully: "Fleeers, die!"

It's a pity that he is not a veteran yet, and his reputation is limited.

His approach did not have much deterrent effect on the soldiers.

Being hacked to death by him is death, but being beaten to death by the National Defense Forces is not death?
Suksaha only has one knife in his hand, how many can he hack to death?

More and more Qing soldiers began to flee, and a torrent quickly formed, engulfing Suksaha in it.

Suksaha desperately tried to stop it, but his strength was too weak.

In the end, in order not to be trampled to death, he could only flee with the infantry.

Seeing the collapse of the Qing army's main formation, Qi Jiaxuan quickly seized this opportunity.

"All troops attack!"

The empire and the Qing Dynasty must be completely terminated.

Seeing that the attack failed, Dorgon crumbled on his horseback.

In the past, he thought to himself that he was no worse than Huang Taiji, and he would definitely be able to achieve more brilliant achievements than Huang Taiji.

Now, what he is facing is Manqing's ashes.

Blood oozes from the corner of Dorgon's mouth, but he is not in the mood to care.

He pulled out his visor and put it on his face.Then he slowly accelerated the horse and headed in the opposite direction towards the collapsed soldiers.

Since the Qing Dynasty is doomed to perish, let him draw this sentence.

His personal soldiers and the elite of the two white flags followed one after another, and finally gathered into an unspectacular torrent.

The horseshoes were flying vigorously, as if Dorgon had regained the thrill of being invincible on the battlefield.

He couldn't remember when his enthusiasm for the battlefield gradually dissipated, and he began to consider gains and losses more and more cold-bloodedly.

This change made him the focus of being under one person and above ten thousand people, but it also quickly consumed his soul and blood.

Now, instead of thinking so much, he felt a sense of relief.

The king's flags of the Regent and Prince Rui fluttered in the wind on the battlefield, making loud noises, accompanied by Dorgon rolling forward.

For a moment, all the Qing troops were staring at this place.

This is the last faith of the Manchus.

The National Defense Forces are like cold-blooded machines, and they don't care about the status of the enemies who rush in.

"Raise the gun!"

"400 meters, shoot!"

Time and space seemed to slow down, and Dorgon could even see the black bullets hitting from the opposite side with sparkling sparks.

But the strange thing is that although it is very slow, he can't avoid it.

Although the bullet did not hit him, the screams of the horses rolling around and the soldiers wailing were clearly audible.

His pupils gradually became bloodshot, he pulled out his saber, and pointed at the formation of the National Defense Forces that was gradually becoming clear.

He's a fighter and he's eager to fight!

On the opposite side, the soldiers who had fired in the first row quickly retreated, and the soldiers in the second row stepped forward.

The formation rotation was completed in the blink of an eye, and it was desperately fast.

Countless black guns pointed at the lone white horse galloping and the lone knight on the horse.