Great Qing Dynasty talker

Chapter 570: The art of war, a perfect victory~
General Hong Xiang of Shengjing was anxious, his palms were sweaty, and he stood on his horse to look at the battle ahead.

"General, be careful."

Before he could finish his words, two Mini bullets flew over his head.

Hong Xiang was frightened and fell off his horse, breaking his left arm.

He was escorted to another location by his personal guards.

A personal soldier looked at the stone stele tower a mile away, on which the scattered figures of Wu army could be vaguely seen.

Suspiciously said:
"The servants cannot figure out what kind of sorcery the Wu army's muskets are."

"I'm telling you, it's not some kind of witchcraft. It's the latest gun I got from the Europeans."

"what?"

Hong Xiang silently took down the eye-catching pointed lightning rod.

Enduring the pain, he explained:
"It was those foreign missionaries in the capital who said that. The emperor has high hopes for them and is trying to find a way to imitate them."

……

Inside Dongling, the third line of defense of giant trees.

The century-old trees that were sawed off and laid flat were both solid and heavy, and could not be pushed at all. The few gaps that opened were blocked by knife carts, so the helpless Eight Banners soldiers could only rely on their lives.

The motley crowd of the Liaodong Legion crouched behind a giant tree, spears in hand, ready to poke anyone who showed their head.

So what if the Eight Banners soldiers are wearing heavy armor?

Poke the face.

Looking at the corpses sliding down one after another, the three old flagmen looked at each other.

Two of them dropped their weapons and half-crouched on the spot.

Another person stepped on their shoulders and stood up.

"One, two, three~"

The two men who were squatting suddenly exerted force and threw the person on their shoulders over the huge tree.

……

Two spears thrust forward.

The old flag bearer rolled twice on the ground and crouched slightly, holding a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, ready to attack like a cheetah.

Block with a shield and slide away a spear.

He tilted his head to avoid another spear.

Seize the opponent's weakness and rush forward, shortening the distance to 0.
The short knife breaks the long spear.

A bloody arm fell to the ground.

The other man dropped his spear and turned to run, but after he had taken five steps he was caught up and hacked down with a knife.

"Nikan, give me your life."

The old flag bearer was filled with passion, fighting with sword and shield, killing people continuously.

……

At the fourth line of defense, Yin Donggeng looked at the advancing lightning rod through the giant tree.

His face turned pale with nervousness.
Suddenly, he grabbed a hatchet from the ground.

Follow the lightning rod to the right, wait for the right moment, and throw it over the giant tree.

Hunting cattle across the mountains.

The old flag bearer staggered after being hit.

"Nikan, damn Nikan Baoyi."

Hearing the thunderous roar, Yin Donggeng suppressed the fear in his heart, picked up a jar of lime and threw it over the giant tree.

Bang~
The old flag bearer, who was well prepared, swung his knife and smashed the jar.

……

Flying in the air, floating all over the sky.

The old flag bearer covered his eyes and staggered back. The people who were being killed and retreating again and again finally gathered up their courage and raised their spears to attack in unison.

"kill."

In an instant, three or five transparent holes appeared on the old flag bearer's body.

However, this doesn't change anything.

Because more Eight Banners soldiers had already jumped over the giant trees and into the third line of defense, hacking and killing crazily.

The bondservants in the fourth row all fled backwards.

The last line of defense in front of the Xiaoling Mausoleum was lost.

……

The 2000 Wu troops guarding the Xiaoling Mausoleum finally took action. The gunners carried five mortars to the designated positions.

Small packs of gunpowder separated by wooden boards.

Then insert the iron shotgun cylinder.

Five mortars were lined up in a row, each 5 meters apart.

The dull sound of artillery fire continued.

Shotgun rained down from the sky, landing in the first three fortifications evenly and promptly.

The principle of artillery fire is to hit the target from behind the mountain.

……

The mortar can be loaded very quickly because many of the processes required for long guns are omitted.

Five consecutive waves of shotgun rain.

The Eight Banners soldiers suffered heavy casualties, with more than one hundred people dying on the spot and more than four hundred people injured and wailing on the ground.

"Kill, return to the position."

The bondservants regained their courage and filed in through the gap, slashing with swords and stabbing with spears, killing the wounded Eight Banner soldiers who were rolling on the ground one by one.

The Qing army's attack in the south was thwarted and they retreated in a panic.

The Qing troops on the east route were also clearly in a state of decline.

……

On the top of Changrui Mountain, heavy artillery position.

The gunners requested:
"My Lord, do you want to fight?"

"No hurry, no hurry."

Before he finished speaking, figures of Qing troops emerged from the nearby woods, and the Eight Han Banners of Ningyuan Prefecture finally returned to their positions.

The gunners picked up the flintlock rifles placed aside, squatted behind the sandbags and opened fire.

Musket against musket.

Boom~
A heavy artillery shell fell into the woods, breaking dozens of trees and plowing a corridor.

Ningyuan prefect Yuan Changzai was beaten into two pieces on the spot, his eyes wide open with anger, and he died without leaving any last words.

"Master Yuan is dead."

"Run."

The Qing troops were frightened and retreated one after another, decisively abandoning the sneak attack plan.

……

On the artillery platform, Shi Lingyang stared at a group of gunners with satisfaction:
"Each person will be awarded 30 taels of silver, which will be paid after the battle."

"Thank you, Lord Marquis."

"How did you manage that shot just now? That forest is obviously shorter than us."

"First reduce the firing angle to the minimum, then raise the gun breech block, and reduce the gunpowder bag by half and then by half again."

"Are you sure?"

"I dare not deceive you, sir. I admit that this shot was a gamble."

"Father, in today's battle, I discovered that the power of the cannon is so terrifying. Wu Ting's cannon-casting technology is first-class."

"You have neglected artillery and gun carriages. Observing them more will be of great benefit to you in the future."

"Yes."

Shi Bingren stood silently behind a heavy artillery and observed.

At the foot of the mountain, the Qing army launched a second attack.

……

squeak squeak~
Strong war horses pulled the red cannon into the solemn Eastern Tomb.

The gunners led the horses in front and pushed the guns in the back. The flagmen shouted slogans and gritted their teeth as they prepared to bombard the damned huge wooden fortress at close range.

General Hong Xiang of Shengjing endured the pain of broken bones and looked like a sculpture.

Sometimes, dying early is really a relief. Now, I am a sinner of both the Qing Dynasty and the Wu court.

beside,

Someone suddenly whispered:
"General, if we fire too high, will we hit the Yang Palace of the Xiaoling Mausoleum?"

"You go and supervise the battle. Whoever misses the target will be killed."

"Whoo."

……

The gunners could only desperately drive the wedges in and raise the breech higher and higher.

no way,
It is absolutely right to protect the imperial tombs.

Pulling cannons into the Eastern Tombs like this is already extremely disrespectful, and extremely disrespectful.

"fire."

The sound of cannon fire rang out suddenly, as dull as thunder in the sky.

General Hong Xiang of Shengjing endured the pain and opened his left palm, feeling the snowflakes melting and the coolness relieving the pain.

front,

The large amount of white smoke produced by the artillery bombardment formed a thick wall of fog.

Dongling is surrounded by mountains and the wind cannot blow in.

Even a breeze could not disperse such a thick smoke.

……

On the top of Changrui Mountain, Shi Lingyang showed a cruel smile.

Turning around and asking:

"Are you all ready?"

"Report to the Marquis, ensure a round of coverage of the Qing army's artillery."

On the east side, restricted by the terrain, the Qing army could only attack with infantry and had no artillery support.

The south has a wide terrain. The Qing army has at least 25 heavy artillery pieces and tens of thousands of infantry. It is obvious that the south is the main attack and the east is the support.

Therefore, Changruishan's five 5-pound ship-borne cannons were all pointed to the south.

After being stationed in Dongling for so many days, the gunners had already marked the distances and could directly skip the test firing phase.

……

Under the frenzied attack of the Qing army, the Liaodong Corps suffered heavy casualties.

The Liaodong Corps had 16000 people, but now it has less than 10000 people.

At most 2000 people still had the courage to continue fighting.

Wu Jun organized these people into a supervisory team and left them at the end, while putting the distraught mob in the front.

The advantage of the giant tree barrier is that it is stacked layer upon layer.

The passages between each floor are like city gates, which can be closed or opened by the gate-blocking vehicle.

……

However, under the bombardment of artillery shells, the giant wooden barrier began to dislocate and shift, and was blown to pieces by the shells.

The aerial view is like a primary school student's game of picking up sticks, with the sticks piled up in a random manner.

On the top of the Yangdian Hall of the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

An artillery sergeant smiled.

He is confident about the situation and the advantage is on my side.

The Qing army fired hundreds of artillery shells, but not a single one fell into the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

What does this mean? It means that Xiaoling Mausoleum is our bulletproof halo.

All it takes is perfect timing. Almost there. Almost there.

My stomach is rumbling.

He tore off a piece of the pancake and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing silently.

Like him, many people were chewing the big pancakes that had been distributed in advance, which made them particularly hungry.

……

Shi Lingyang sat on the top of the hill, eating hot pancakes.

I thought,

People are iron rice is steel.

If we fight for another two hours, the enemy might not be able to lift his sword.

As he expected, the Qing army was collectively feeling hungry at the moment. Although they had eaten breakfast, it was not very greasy.

Because no one notified the cook in advance to slaughter the pigs and sheep.

The attack was a hasty decision.

Therefore, most people did not bring dry food.

Only a few bannermen from Shengjing who came to support the army were experienced and had hidden some food in advance. At this moment, they stuffed the food into their mouths without hesitation, not caring about the looks of those around them.

Veterans all know that if they eat well and get enough sleep, their chances of survival are 10 times greater than others.

……

Hong Xiang also realized the crisis.

"In a quarter of an hour, beat the drums for a general attack! Regardless of horse armor, infantry armor, or guards, regardless of rank, everyone below me will join the attack and kill all the Wu troops in one fell swoop."

"Announce to the entire army that this battle is a decisive one."

"If we lose, the enemy will dig up the Eastern Tombs and massacre people in Shengjing. The bones of our ancestors will be smashed, our wives and children will be enslaved, and Liaodong will become the enemy's horse farm."

"For the sake of the Qing Dynasty, and also for our wives and children, we will either die or live."

The generals were filled with grief and dismounted from their horses and knelt down.

……

When the Qing army's shouts and screams sounded like thunder rolling across the earth, everyone realized that the last moment had come.

In front of Xiaoling Mausoleum,
Wu Jun summoned the most active cannon fodders during this period and told them:
"It's time to test you. Hold on to the Eight Banners of Shengjing and rise to prominence. Don't even think about running away, or else the guns and cannons won't recognize you."

Yin Donggeng and Liu Si also gave it their all.

Shouting in public:

"For Da Wu."

Then, without looking back, he went to command his own group of people.

The Wu army quietly deployed howitzers, ready to strike at their own fleeing soldiers at any time. At the same time, all mortars were deployed behind the infantry defense line to kill the enemy in a parabolic trajectory.

Chang Ruishan issued another military order:
"All long guns are not allowed to fire at will, and must be synchronized with the heavy guns on the top of the mountain. Mortars and howitzers are the exceptions, which can fire freely."

……

There are over ten thousand people, and it seems endless.

The Qing army climbed over the giant trees like a tide and surrounded the third line of defense, where the two sides engaged in a fierce battle.

The cannon fodder armed with spears shouted and stabbed the climbing Eight Banners soldiers, and the bloody corpses slid down one after another.

It was clearly pine wood, but now it has turned into mahogany.

However, the Eight Banners of Shengjing are not fools.

Transform the spears into javelins and throw them over the giant trees.

The Liaodong Corps followed suit.

Let’s hurt each other.

There were dense crowds of people on both sides, absorbing countless javelins.

After the javelins, iron helmets, rubble, shields, lime, tattered swords, and even broken limbs and arms were flying all over the sky.

Both sides smashed each other and had a great time.

……

Time is passing by~
Every quarter of an hour, thousands of lives are lost.

However, the Eight Banners of Shengjing were a desperate army, fighting a battle with their backs against the wall. The great despair drove them collectively crazy.

"I can't hold on any longer. Fire now."

No matter how they shouted, no matter how cruel it was, the Wu army stationed at the Xiaoling Mausoleum remained as unmoved as a mountain even though their friendly forces were in trouble.

One word: stable.

Even a good servant like Yin Donggeng, who was willing to offer his daughter, couldn't help but complain:
"The masters are too cruel."

……

The sound of cannon fire rang out at Xiaoling Mausoleum.

First, the mortars were used in a parabolic trajectory to strike the Qing troops that were chasing after their own fleeing soldiers.

The sound of the cannon was like water drops, and the defeated soldiers woke up as if from a dream and quickly ran to both sides, revealing the Qing army behind them.

The Wu army behind the defense line felt relieved.

"beat."

Gunshots suddenly rang out, and lead bullets knocked down a large number of charging Qing troops.

The shrapnel was aimed directly at the crowd, and iron balls flew everywhere.

……

There was constant fire in front of the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

Wu Jun paid great attention to the rhythm, one part was loading while another was shooting, with artillery filling in the positions.

This ensures that they will not be broken through by human wave tactics.

"Father, Marshal!?"

"Fire!" Shi Lingyang was shaking with excitement and he pressed his raised arms down hard.

Heavy artillery fire sounded at Changrui Mountain.

In the telescope,

A huge tree tilted up at one end, rotated 120 degrees, and then fell down heavily, splashing blood.

There were also huge trees rumbling and rolling, crushing the crowd.

It's too cruel and too exciting.

In front of the Xiaoling Hall, 15 cannons were lined up in a row, emitting flames in unison. At an 11-degree firing angle, they crossed and fired, striking the Qing troops further behind.

……

"Free fire, fast fire."

"Hit hard and defeat the Eight Banners of Shengjing."

The musketeers began to fire freely.

The gunners automatically blocked out all noise on the battlefield, and loaded, bombarded, and loaded again at the fastest speed and with the greatest coordination.

No aiming, no observation.

Just to fire the shells as quickly as possible.

……

Unable to withstand such brutal bombardment, the flag soldiers retreated one after another.

Looking ahead, there was a flickering fire.

The main officers of Shengjing General's Office who were supervising the battle in the rear were disheartened.

"General, what should I do?"

Hong Xiang grabbed his braid in grief and cut it off.

"The Qing Dynasty is over, it's over!"

"I, Aixinjueluo Hongxiang, do not want to live in humiliation. If you are willing to accompany me and die in this holy land of our ancestors, then follow me. It's death either way."

finished,

He whipped his horse hard and rushed towards the front group.

Some of the crowd rushed forward, some knelt down and cried, and some turned around and ran away.

Anyway,

Hong Xiang was right. Dongling was finished, Shengjing was finished, and the Qing Dynasty was finished.

……

There was a flickering fire on the top of Changrui Mountain.

The gunners took off their cotton coats and wore only single clothes, each doing their own job, cleaning the chamber and pushing the bullets, busy but not chaotic.

Even the 16-year-old Shi Bingren took the initiative to take out the soaked felt from the bucket and cover the barrel of the heavy artillery to cool it down and shorten the frequency of bombardment.

The ship carries a 12-pound cannon with a long range and great power.

The human and animal power spent on dragging it all the way here now paid off to the greatest extent possible.

(End of this chapter)