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Chapter 843 Attacking the Mountain, Eight Banners of Mongolia
The noon sun was shining directly down, which was extremely dazzling, and the earth was scorched like a steamer.

Qiuhu not only scorched the earth, but also scorched the people up and down Changling Mountain. Even the armor on them was scorching hot, and the inside was already like an oven.

Occasionally there is a gust of mountain wind, which makes people feel refreshed for a while, and relieves the heat.

The place where Duoduo, Prince Yu of the Qing Dynasty and others lived was a temporary wooden shed, covered with straw curtains. Although it was not exposed to direct sunlight, it was extremely hot.

However, the surrounding warriors of the Qing Dynasty did not receive such treatment. They all wore iron armor and stood in the sun. Hold on there.

Compared with them, the soldiers of the Ming army guarding the mountain had a better life.

After all, they have been operating on Changling Mountain for more than a month, and they have already figured out a set of effective measures and methods on how to avoid the scorching sun.

We must believe in the wisdom of the working people. In order to avoid being burned by the scorching sun and lose their combat effectiveness, all members of the Dushibu Battalion participated in actively trying to solve this problem.

In addition to the wooden barracks and tents behind the trench wall defense line, they also dug some deep nests beside the trench wall, or set up some curtains with wooden poles, and even built many large and small buildings relying on the trench wall. A small cave for Tibetan soldiers.

Those sergeants who have no defensive missions can hide to avoid the scorching sun, and when the enemy approaches, they can come out in time to attack the enemy with guns, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone!
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Manchuria Xianghuang Banner Gushan Frontal Zhenbaiyintu's face is extremely ugly, his face is covered with beads of sweat, which keep gathering together and flowing down, his hands are flapping involuntarily. No supplement.

On the other side, Zhenghuang Banner Gushan's forehead, Zhen'ashan, also frowned. Although the same sweat dripped down his face, Ashan, who had always been prudent, stood resolutely behind Duoduo, motionless as a mountain.

At this moment, Prince Yu of the Qing Dynasty, Duoduo's complexion was not good. However, he was not because of the unbearable heat, but because of the fact that the foreign vassal Mongolia was not good for the attack on Changling Mountain!

I saw hatred on his face, staring at the mountains in the distance.

On the slopes of Changling Mountain, the roar of artillery and bird guns stopped for a while, but the scene was still full of gunpowder smoke. Another wave of Mongolian soldiers from the Outer Domain was fleeing down the mountain, all of them with broken armor and crying. Screaming endlessly.

And those Aha slaves who followed Gongshan ran down the mountain, crying and howling.

The manchurian warriors with white flags inlaid in charge of supervising the battle at the foot of the mountain, armed with long knives and big axes, chopped down several fleeing Mongolian soldiers from the outer feudal domain one after another, and chopped down dozens of panic-stricken coated Ahha before he stopped the panic. The crowd forced them to form a team at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the soldiers and horses of the various tribes of Outer Fan and Mongolia had taken turns to go to battle, but they all suffered heavy casualties under the strange line of defense of the Ming army on Changling Mountain.

Even Karma, who just took over as Zasak of the Left Banner of Karaqin, was shot in the arm by the firearms of the defenders on the mountain. His right arm, which was originally good, is now black and burnt. Such a hole, I am afraid that it will be difficult to preserve it.

In the future, he may be called the one-armed Zasak, he may become a hero in the eyes of the Mongolian princes in the Outer Domain, or he may become a joke in their eyes.

But now, the warriors of the tribe I brought were severely damaged, and the Zasaks and Taijis from the various tribes of the Outer Kingdoms and Mongolia could not help complaining, and they were unwilling to attack Changling Mountain no matter what.

Bai Yintu and Ah Shan are cooperating, a black face and a red face are both soft and hard, but at the moment it is useless...

Prince Yu Duoduo already knew in his heart that these foreign vassals and Mongols were unreliable after all, and he seemed to have never believed them from the beginning to the end.

However, Doduo also knew that he should not be too hasty in persecuting them, after all, he still had to use them, if he was too urgent at this moment, it would cause resentment in their hearts, which would be detrimental to this battle.

At that moment, he opened his mouth and said, "Chuhuer, Shanba and the others are doing their best."

When Dodo was speaking, he squinted at Karma who was lying on the stretcher. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, but full of insidiousness.

Perhaps in his eyes, Outer Fan Mongolia has always been the life of cannon fodder, but it is not yet the time to wipe them all out, so they can only rest temporarily for later use.

He continued in a cold tone: "Mongolian Eight Banners will charge again, and bring more Aha slaves. You two Yellow Banners will also send out some warriors, follow behind, and charge if you have the opportunity!"

"Whoo."

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At the beginning of the hour, people gathered at the foot of Changling Mountain, banners and flags fluttered, and the soldiers and horses of the Eight Banners Mongolia finally dispatched.

They all dismounted and fought on foot, overwhelming a group of Mongolian soldiers, and gradually moved towards the northeast and southeast slopes of Changling Mountain. Thousands of Han Chinese wrapped slaves followed behind them.

Almost none of these people had weapons in their hands, but carried or carried some earthen baskets and earthbags. It seemed that they were just responsible for filling the trenches just like when they were attacking with the Mongolian soldiers from the Outer Domain.

Many Tartar soldiers in yellow armor were also among the crowd attacking the mountain, but their positions were relatively rearward, and most of them held bows and arrows.

Of course, there are also some with long knives and axes in their hands. Their role is not only to supervise the battle, but also to prevent the defeated soldiers from rushing into the formation due to chaos just like before.

The crowds of attacking mountains overwhelmingly rushed towards the slope, as if they couldn't forget the end at a glance.

As soon as they reached the foot of Changling Mountain, there was a bloody smell coming from the nostrils, and the sound of wailing continued to be transmitted from the hillside. From time to time, there were some dying Mongolian soldiers struggling to roll down the slope.

Looking up from here, there are corpses everywhere, and large swaths of blood, extending up to the ditches in front of the moat walls on the mountainside.

As the mountain wind blew past, the pungent smell of blood and choking gunpowder smoke also hit more violently.

All kinds of dilapidated Mongolian flags and armors, as well as their weapons and wooden shields, were scattered everywhere. There were also many undead wrapped slaves and a small number of Mongolian soldiers lying in the pile of corpses. Painful groans and howls.

They also seemed to find that their own troops came to attack the mountain again, and all of them looked helplessly towards this side immediately. They tried their best to climb down the hillside to ask their own soldiers for help with the last remaining strength in their bodies.

However, many people died in this process, and the short ramp became a journey that they could not complete in the end.

However, they still died in the process of survival after all, and there is still a glimmer of hope in their eyes, which is better than those who died in despair!

Because in the ministries of the Qing Dynasty and Mongolia, there are regulations on retrieving the corpses of one's own soldiers on the battlefield.

When retreating, those who desperately snatched back the corpses of their own soldiers and personally escorted them back to their hometown for burial may even be eligible to inherit the wealth, wives and children of the dead.

Therefore, every time they went to battle, once the battle was unfavorable, before retreating, they would try their best to get back the corpses of their comrades-in-arms before they fled away on horseback.

This is also the reason why the Ming Dynasty often fought bloody battles with the Mongols and Manchurian Tartars, and reported how many enemies the court killed, but the number of enemy heads counted was pitifully small.

What's more, the officers and soldiers of the Xuanfu army guarding the mountain were hidden behind the walls and ditches, firing guns at the slaves from a distance, and they couldn't stop them from taking away the corpses of the Mongolian soldiers.

Therefore, the dead and injured Mongols were carried or dragged back by the surviving comrades in arms. It was just that the Han Chinese coated slaves were ignored. superior.

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At this moment, the Mongolian soldiers of the Eight Banners and the Tartar soldiers of the Manchurian and Yellow Banners of the Eight Banners, holding their own weapons, gradually pushed towards the mountainside with some chills.

There were also many Aha slaves among them, struggling to push the big wooden shield and the light shield cart forward.

Although there are still many corpses and blood on this section of the slope, the slope is gentle and the trees and weeds have been cleared away by the Ming army, so it is relatively easy to walk.

It's just that the gunpowder smoke that hasn't dissipated, coupled with the pungent bloody smell, makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

Even the Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers who had been on the old nose battlefield found it unbearable, and all of them frowned, showing an uncomfortable look.

Not to mention the coated slaves who were about to fill the trenches with them. Seeing such cruel scenes, some people either fell to the ground crying and sobbing, or their legs trembled, unable to move.

However, the two yellow-flag Tartars who followed behind were not vegetarians. They either shot arrows or hacked with knives and axes. The bloody scene in front of them seemed farther away than what happened around them.

The wrapped slaves screamed in surprise and ran forward desperately. Although the journey ahead may be full of dangers, the danger in front of them is more realistic.

Before reaching the defense line of the Ming army on the mountainside, there was a series of strange noises of "Boom! Boom! Boom!..." and a large cloud of white smoke instantly rose from the hillside.

Some experienced Tartar soldiers and Mongolian officers shouted in horror: "Fire the cannon... Nangou is firing the cannon... spread out... spread out... be careful of the guns..."

There was indeed nothing wrong with their shouting. When encountering solid shell bombardment, it is better for the team to disperse, so as not to be knocked down by a single cannon.

Although the Mongolian soldiers and the coated slaves are already crowded together, how can it be said that if they disperse, they can disperse effectively immediately?
As the cannon fell, "Boom...boom...boom..." exploded continuously.

The hard mountain slopes are like a trampoline, bouncing the falling cannons again, forming ricochet bullets, bouncing around irregularly, fighting against the Mongolian soldiers attacking the mountain and Holes of blood rushed out of the group of wrapped slaves.

On the dry slope, the dust was flying, and there were screams and howls again and again. It seemed extremely tragic, but it was obscured by the smoke and dust, so it couldn't be seen clearly.

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The gunners of the Xuanfu army have been stationed here for a long time. They are usually bored. They have already calibrated the shooting range and shooting range of each artillery piece. There is no need to measure it now, just keep an eye on the secret marks.

When the Mongolian soldiers attacking the mountain arrived at that position, the corresponding artillery was ignited, one after another, and the sound of "Boom! Boom! Boom!..." was also continuous.

In the Xuanfu army guarding the mountain, there are quite a lot of Fran cannons on the carriage battalion. These are almost the same as rapid-fire guns. After shooting, you only need to replace the guns with new ones. Son and other complicated processes.

Therefore, the bursts of artillery fire seemed to be more violent than when the Outer Fan Mongolia attacked the mountain just now!
In the dust, the cannons fell more frequently, the sound of "Boom..." was also constant, and the sound of crying and howling was even louder. Many large wooden shields and light shield vehicles were shot before they were within the range of the firecrackers. The violent artillery bombardment shattered one after another.

A lot of sawdust became a nightmare for the Mongolian soldiers and the slaves, especially those who pushed the large wooden shields and light shield carts. Their arms and faces were covered with sawdust, and they fell to the ground and wailed.

However, although the Flang cannon on Changling Mountain is very convenient to replace the guns, it cannot be bombarded endlessly. After all, there are many thieves, but the guns are always limited.

After two and a half rounds of shooting, all the large and small Frang machine guns also temporarily stopped bombarding the Mongolian soldiers.

However, the ricochets on the ramp did not disappear for a while, and they continued to jump irregularly, making it difficult to guard against.

In the chaos, the Mongolian soldiers of the two Yellow Banners and the many Aha slaves were afraid of the strict military regulations of the Tartars, so they could only continue to push forward to the hillside in a wild mood, leaving a piece of human body behind them. Wreckage and fragments of wooden shields and shield carts.

However, as they slowly climbed up the hillside, the terrain gradually became too high, and the road to attack the mountain became more and more difficult to walk.

Not to mention that the slope has gradually become rugged, and there are many potholes dug by the Xuanfu army, and various traps have been laid on this slope.

In some trench traps, there are many extremely hard wooden thorns. The tips of these wooden thorns have been baked with fire, so hard that they can even pierce armor.

At this time, in some trenches and traps, there are already quite a few corpses hanging, both Mongolian and Han people. They died in different ways, but all of them are extremely miserable, and they are still dripping down along the wooden thorns. Drops of bright red blood dripped down.

Those sharp and long wooden thorns pierced the bodies of Mongolian soldiers and Aha slaves, and each of their corpses showed a strange twisting shape.

The blood continued to flow under the scorching sun, covering the bottom of the trench and trap, exuding a thick bloody smell that made people sick.

At this moment, since there were not many large wooden shields and light shield vehicles left, the Mongolian soldiers still had shields in their hands to cover them, while many slaves were completely exposed.

However, under the strict orders of the various Mongolian generals, they could only move forward cautiously. Seeing the trench approaching foot by foot, their hearts were beating wildly.

(End of this chapter)