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Chapter 845 Ten Thousand Enemies

Damn Xuanfu army!

They are simply not human, so fucking insidious and cunning, more cunning and vicious than jackals.

Not only did they build extremely weird trenches and low walls, but they only fired artillery and blunderbuss from a distance, and did not fight close to the warriors of the Mongolian Eight Banners at all.

In this way, the two Mongolian Yellow Banner fighters who attacked the mountain had brute strength and bravery, but they had nowhere to vent their anger.

It was like punching a ball of cotton with a heavy fist. There was a sense of powerlessness, which greatly drained the vigor of the Mongolian soldiers attacking the two yellow banners on the mountain.

Especially in the last round of Baizi gun volley, although it was said that because of the need to reload the gunpowder, it only fired for one round before stopping the fire, but the lethality and power it displayed was extremely astonishing.

Just this round of Baizi gun volley, in front of the first two trenches, there are Mongolian soldiers lying on the ground and howling, they are struggling in pain, all of them have hideous faces, their bodies are curled up, or twisted. It's out of shape.

Stimulated by this extreme scene, many Mongolian soldiers who attacked the mountain retreated one after another. They collided with the crowd that was crowding forward, and countless soldiers and slaves fell into the trenches on both sides.

At this point, they finally understood why the Mongolian soldiers from the outer feudal domain who had been plundering like tigers and wolves in the past turned back at the foot of this small Changling mountain!

However, as the attacking ramp became narrower and narrower, the Mongolian generals behind were still not fully aware of the changes ahead. While urging the onslaught, they directed the archers to throw out bursts of arrows.

But it's a pity that the arrows thrown away are not powerful enough, they are just bluffing people with their overwhelming momentum.

Those arrows fell from top to bottom, but they were unable to pierce the helmets of the soldiers of the Xuanfu army. Moreover, the helmets of the soldiers of the Xuanfu army had a ring of helmets, which protected the head and face very well, and they were not afraid of the thrown arrows at all. arrow.

But even so, there are very few soldiers who were hit by the thrown arrows. However, most of them were not at the fatal point, and they did not penetrate deep into the flesh, so there was little problem. I believe that after simple treatment, most of them can be quickly Return to battle.

Most of this kind of throwing occurs when the troops and horses of the two sides are confronting each other. Of course, when one side is attacking a city or attacking a fortification, this method of warfare is also commonly used. The main purpose is to interfere with the enemy's front.

Once the enemy is deterred by the dense rain of arrows thrown, the confusion of individual sergeants will cause loopholes in the entire defensive front. On the battlefield, this is fatal!

However, they made a wrong calculation today.

The officers and men of the Xuanfu army had already been harassed by the arrow rain when they were in the camp, even if it was not as dense as today, it was not as continuous as today, and the momentum was astonishing.

But the sergeants have finally had a similar experience. Now, they only need to strictly follow the way they did during the drill, and take care of their own protection. Once an injured person appears, just wait quietly for the ambulance team to come up, drag it down and be treated by the doctors. it is good.

In Zhang Cheng's words, this is called actual combat training. Only after training with actual battlefield conditions, you will not panic when you actually go into battle. There are no shortcuts.

At the beginning, there were still many people who opposed Zhang Cheng's training camp army. They worried that it would inevitably cause accidental injuries, and there might even be accidental deaths during the training.

But Zhang Cheng still insisted, and his reason was very simple: "Will people die in war? Now our camp drills are to simulate actual combat, which is no different from when we actually go to the battlefield.

Only in this way can this drill have its own meaning. The soldiers trained in this way will not panic when they go to the battlefield in the future. No matter what kind of situation they encounter, they will know how to deal with it and deal with it accordingly! "

Under Zhang Cheng's insistence, the battalions of the Xuanfu Army have been strictly organizing and carrying out actual combat exercises. Now, everyone can see how effective they are.

Compared with the calm response of the Xuanfu army, the Mongolian soldiers attacking the mountain were obviously panicked. With the exhaustion of their physical strength, the rain of arrows thrown was no longer as dense and powerful as before.

"Kill... kill them... Nan Gouzi is out of guns... rush up... kill them all... there will be rewards... there will be rewards..."

Following the roar of the Mongolian generals of the two yellow flags, groups of Mongolian soldiers regrouped, like vengeful tigers, all of them rushed forward again with red eyes, bared teeth and roars.

It is not the first time for these Mongolian soldiers of the two yellow flags to fight against the Ming army. They all know that there is a long time interval between firing artillery. Don't dare to be sloppy!

In the past, in many battles, they had successfully seized this gap and defeated the Ming armies who fought against them in one fell swoop.

In their eyes, it should be roughly the same today!

Amidst the roar, the Mongolian soldiers of the two Yellow Banners rushed forward in large strides. Because the second ditch was slightly narrower than the previous one, they took advantage of the momentum of running and flew over with one leap.

But the first two rows of Mongolian soldiers could do this, but the crowd behind them couldn't do the same, because they couldn't run with all their strength like the first two rows of Mongolian soldiers, and they always had to be too scrupulous not to bump into the front row.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of neat and dense firecrackers came again, and as the white smoke rose, bullets shot out one after another, flying towards the charging Mongolian soldiers like ghost fire meteors.

Seeing the warriors he brought fall down row by row, his anger suppressed his rationality, Mongolian Zhenghuang Banner Gushan Ezhen Adai roared loudly: "Put on the shield... put on the shield, protect... Go up, Nangou has no guns. Kill! Kill..."

These Mongolian soldiers followed the Manchurian Tartars and fought against the Ming army a lot. Whether it was the three-eyed blunderbuss or the bird bludgeon, they were no strangers to them.

Although this thing is powerful, it is far less terrifying than imagined. First of all, it is inaccurate. It looks amazing, and the roar is deafening, but the hit rate is extremely low.

Furthermore, it is troublesome to reload the firecrackers. After one shot, it often takes a long time to complete the reloading. This is further proved by the number of battles.

As long as the Ming army fought a round of firecrackers, they fought hard to charge, or even defeated the Ming army, their firecrackers had not yet completed the second reload.

It was precisely because of this that after Gushan Erzhen Adai's military order was passed on, the Mongolian soldiers of the two yellow banners did not hesitate at all. They roared in unison, and launched a desperate charge with the shield soldiers in front.

Trying to use this to break down the defense line of the Ming army on Changling Mountain!
Normally speaking, their thinking was not wrong, but what they encountered today was not another Ming army, but the Xuanfu army.

Just when they rushed to the third ditch while the Xuanfu army's musketeers were filling their guns, they were suddenly dumbfounded. They saw that the last obstacle in front of them was actually worse than the first ditch. be wider.

This ditch is a bit unusual, that is, it is not very deep, it is about the shoulder height of an ordinary person. If a person falls in it, they can still grab the edge of the ditch with their hands and use their strength to turn up.

But when climbing up, people are also in a defenseless state, because the strength of the whole body is concentrated on the hands and arms, if they are attacked, they can only wait for death.

Of course, you can also let go of the edge of the ditch with both hands and let yourself fall back into the ditch.

But at this moment, the Mongolian soldiers had no choice. As more and more people passed through the second trench that was not wide, the Mongolian soldiers with shields in the front row were involuntarily squeezed into the third trench under the crowd. In the trench.

In desperation, they could only throw the heavy shields in their hands up the opposite ramp first, and then climb up. The Mongolian soldiers behind saw that they had successfully climbed the ramp opposite the trench, and jumped down the trench one after another.

Seeing that the Mongolian soldiers in front had already climbed up the ramp, they picked up their shields and howled, rushing towards the thick trench wall.

"Kill! Kill the Tartars! Kill..."

Suddenly, there was a roar.

Teams of soldiers of the Xuanfu army in red armor suddenly rushed out from behind the trench wall. They formed a neat array. The front row was full of sword and shield soldiers holding large shields. All pikemen.

The sound of roaring was like the drumbeat of the march. The Xuanfu army's cold soldiers and killers stepped forward. The neat shield formation was like an iron wall, forcing the uneven Mongolian shield soldiers back again and again.

And the spears behind the shield wall stepped forward again, piercing out one after another. Although the Mongolian soldiers also had shields to protect them, they did not form a neat shield formation. There were many gaps in the middle, and sometimes they were attacked. stabbed.

The Mongolian soldiers who climbed up the ramp first backed away, and the stabbed ones were even worse. They were trampled by the combat boots of the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army, their joints were shattered, their skins were torn apart, and there was no possibility of them surviving.

But the Mongolian soldiers in the back kept jumping down the ditch, and then climbed up the ramp from the other side. They couldn't help but retreat in front, and kept pushing forward from behind.

Under such circumstances, the formation became completely chaotic, and the two waves of people before and after them were completely crowded together, making them unable to move.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

On the contrary, the generals of the Xuanfu Army fought more and more bravely. They shouted slogans and kept pushing forward. The shield array was firmly inserted into the wall, and the spears were slowly like a forest, killing the Mongolian soldiers with fear. Turn around and squeeze back desperately.

Finally, the retreating Mongolian soldiers won the victory, and they fell back to the ditch that they had just climbed up in rows.

The third ditch was more than two feet wide. Now, the ditch was full of Mongolian soldiers with two yellow flags. They were in a mess, and all kinds of shouts were mixed together.

"Who? Don't pull my big arm..."

"...step on me...get out of the way..."

"Get up... let me go up..."

But at this time, the shield array of the Xuanfu army stopped advancing when it was less than five steps away from the edge of the trench.

"All shields!"

Following the loud orders of the generals of the Xuanfu Army, the shield soldiers in the front row neatly dropped their large shields on the ground, and each large shield was connected side by side to form a solid shield wall.

After that, the shield soldiers also squatted down, and then the pikemen in the last two rows also squatted down. Their long spears came out from the upper edge of the shield formation, and they were thrown out slightly upward and obliquely, forming a spear formation.

Just when the Mongolian soldiers on the other side of the trench were amazed, black lumps as big as human heads flew out from behind the soldiers of the Xuanfu army.

The black lumps with sparks of "呲呲" flew straight forward over the gun shield formation of the Ming army, and fell into the trench in front of the gun shield formation under the surprised eyes of the Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side of the trench.

But at this time, the Mongolian soldiers in the trench were extremely crowded, and everyone was trying to find out who was holding their hands and who was stepping on their feet.

As for the black bumps that were flying towards them, no one noticed them, maybe someone saw them, but at this moment they had no intention of paying attention to these external things.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

A deafening explosion sounded suddenly, resounding through the sky.

In front of the low wall defense line of the Ming army in Changling Mountain, in the last wide ditch, a large black smoke rose immediately, and there were countless broken arms and feet flying in that smoke.

Explosions continued one after another, and black smoke rose everywhere at the front of the Ming army's defense line in Changling Mountain. None of the Mongolian soldiers in the trench survived, and all their limbs were shattered.

After the war, when Chen Zheng ordered people to clean up the trenches, all he saw were charred corpses. It seemed that it was difficult to find even a slightly intact corpse of a Mongolian soldier.

"The enemy of ten thousand people, cast..."

A loud shout came from behind the Ming army's gun shield formation, and with the shout, another black pimple with sparks flew over and fell into the trench one by one.

"Boom... Boom..." The sound continued, white smoke and black air rose, covering the sky and the sun, and the sights of both Ming and Qing were blocked by this big cloud of smoke.

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They backed off.

Finally, after leaving behind a lot of corpses, the second wave of Mongolian soldiers from the Yellow Banner who attacked the Ming army's position in Changling Mountain also retreated.

If it is said that the first attack of the Outer Fan Mongolia was just to test the strength of the Ming army guarding the mountain, it was also an extremely failed operation. It can be said that the princes, Baylor, and Taiji of the Outer Fan Mongolia have lost face.

But the second time, Duoduo sent out the two yellow banners, which are not bad among the Mongolian Eight Banners, but they also encountered a setback on Changling Mountain, not to mention the heavy losses. can break through.

How can Dodo not be angry?

Ever since he fought with the old slave Nurhachi when he was young, he has never been defeated like this today.

He looked at Mongolia Zhenghuang Banner Gushan Ezhen Adai and Xianghuang Banner Gushan Ezhen Lai's eyes, and there was a trace of disgust.

Perhaps in Duo Duo's view, the reason why the two yellow flags were defeated so terribly and thoroughly was not because of how powerful the Ming army on Changling Mountain was, but because of their incompetence as the main general.

"The main general is incompetent, exhausting the entire army!"

Doduo fully believed in this, and he did everything according to it. However, A Dai and Du Lai were solid, but he had no right to deal with them.

But it didn't delay him staring at them with disgust.

"It's a dead thing, it's not as good as Gulusiqibu!"

Doduo muttered softly, his tone full of contempt and disgust for A Dai and Da Lai.

Ashan and Buyandai were beside Duoduo, they could hear clearly and clearly, they couldn't help but look at each other, and then looked at Zasak Gulusiqibu, the right-wing flag of Karaqin standing beside him.

(End of this chapter)