Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 221 Earthquake Gaogang School Xishan Eternal Show!

“Bang…Boom…Boom…”

The sounds of gunfire and explosions in the distance merged into one. Zhu Zhanjun, Lao Zhu and others were quietly waiting for news from the scouts.

Kangxi, who was standing aside, was listening to the fierce battle and felt extremely anxious. He looked at Zhu Zhanjun several times, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"Old Kang, even though this is the Qing Dynasty, it has nothing to do with you. You are so anxious, it's a bit too much to worry about things that are not your fault."

Old Zhu, who was holding a piece of weed in his mouth and basking in the morning sun leisurely, sensed Kangxi's anxiety and said something leisurely.

Kangxi looked a little unhappy when he heard this, and said unhappily: "You are talking without any pain in your waist. If it was the Ming army fighting outside at this time, I don't believe you would still have the leisure to say this."

"Also, my last name is not Kang, my last name is Aisin-Gioro."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Old Zhu waved his hand. "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Every family has a few prodigals. Don't worry, for your sake, when we get the land back in the future, we will deal with all the others as appropriate, except for the most heinous crimes."

Kangxi glanced at Zhu Zhanjun and sighed, "I hope so."

"Report."

A scout covered with grass leaves ran over quickly.

Several people looked over quickly, and the scout quickly reported: "In the Baliqiao area, they have already started fighting. The Qing army is currently not in an advantageous position and is being bombarded by the British and French coalition forces."

"According to our observations, the Qing army intends to send cavalry to charge directly into the battle."

"idiot!"

Upon hearing the Qing army's strategy, Kangxi angrily hammered the mound of earth next to him.

Since entering this space, his mind has become more open, and Han and Manchu people are the same in his mind.

And restrictions on firearms were reduced.

As he began to research firearms and equip the troops in his world, the fighting power of the Qing army was greatly enhanced.

It also made him understand that bows and arrows and swords had no resistance to firearms.

Senggelinqin chose to attack directly, and in the midst of a hail of gunfire and artillery fire, wasn't this simply courting death?

Wu Sangui on the side chuckled and said disdainfully: "Didn't Zeng Guofan say that? Why are you so excited?"

Kangxi glared at Wu Sangui and looked at Zhu Zhanjun nervously.

Without paying attention to the quarrel, Zhu Zhanjun turned to Wu Sangui and ordered: "Take your cavalry to capture the enemy's logistics village, and then lead the troops to go around and block the retreat of the British and French coalition forces."

After receiving Zhu Zhanjun's order, Wu Sangui was too lazy to argue with Kangxi. He clasped his fists and saluted, then turned around and ran quickly to where the cavalry was on standby.

Soon, a cavalry team of a thousand men, based on the scouted terrain, quickly headed towards the enemy's logistics camp.

After Wu Sangui left, Zhu Zhanjun said to the officers standing by, "Order all troops to prepare for battle."

"Yes!"

Following the officer's order, the hidden troops came out and quickly formed up their ranks while marching towards the battlefield.

"It's really lively, but it's a pity that we can only watch the luggage here."

In a small cleared village, a French soldier, holding a gun, looks out at the battlefield in the distance where gunshots are heard.

After watching for a while, he felt bored and turned to his friend next to him and said with a smile: "Hey, Tom, how was the taste of that woman with bound feet the day before yesterday?"

Tom, who had a big beard and a round face, chuckled and said, "It tastes good, but the feet are too ugly."

"I don't know what these Oriental people are thinking. They actually like those weird feet. But it doesn't matter."

Tom said with a longing look on his face: "I heard that their capital is very rich, especially the imperial palace and the Old Summer Palace, which are filled with gold, silver and jewelry everywhere."

"Jerry, we must rob more when the time comes, and then use the money to support a few lovers with bound feet."

"Although their feet are ugly, I have to say that their skin is really as soft as water and feels..."

However, just as he was getting into the mood, he suddenly stopped, frowned and listened attentively.

Jerry, who was listening excitedly, said with some dissatisfaction: "Hey, why did you stop?"

"Shh!"

Tom made a gesture to keep quiet, frowned, and listened for a while, wondering, "Why are there cavalry heading towards us? Could it be that the cavalry team ahead is coming back to get supplies?"

"What cavalry? Why didn't I hear that..."

Jerry next to him had a confused look on his face. He subconsciously turned his head to look into the distance, and then his body froze instantly.

"Damn, there are enemy cavalry."

"How did they get here?"

"No matter how they got here, just fire your gun to warn them."

"Bang bang..."

As two gunshots rang out, the guards of the two companies who were resting in various places in the village rushed out from the houses to help, holding their weapons and rushing towards the place where the gunshots were heard.

But how can a person’s speed catch up with a horse?

The moment the two gunshots rang out, Wu Sangui took the lead and directly harvested the heads of the two guards with the saber in his hand.

The thousand cavalrymen following him rushed into the village and collided with the garrisons that ran out from all directions.

All of a sudden, gunshots and fighting broke out.

"boom!"

A yellow-haired ghost raised his gun and shot a cavalryman.

However, the cavalryman did not even shake, he raised the modified revolver in his hand and fired back a shot.

"devil……"

The yellow-haired ghost saw with his own eyes that cavalryman's chest was shot through, but he did not react at all, and even raised his gun to kill him. Before he died, he could not believe that all this was real.

The battle ends quickly as it begins.

Under the leadership of Wu Sangui, two companies of garrison troops were completely annihilated in an instant.

A few who tried to escape were also caught up by the cavalry, who raised the lances designed for them and shot them down one by one.

"That's quite a lot to loot!"

Wu Sangui snorted coldly after opening a few boxes of supplies and seeing a lot of gold and silver jewelry, as well as some antique calligraphy and paintings.

"Leave a group of cavalry to guard here, and the others follow me."

They came to retake the territory of Yanhuang, not to steal these supplies.

Wu Sangui just took a quick look, left a small team of cavalry to guard, and took the rest of the cavalry to support the front battlefield.

"The enemy's cavalry has launched an attack, General!" A shrill shout rang out from the British position.

Looking at the Qing cavalry forming a formation on the opposite side, many British soldiers were cautious.

This is a semi-plain area, very suitable for cavalry charges.

If the other side cooperates well and uses tactics, these thousands of people may not be able to hold on.

Grant, who was in charge of the command, also took a deep breath.

Although the West calls the East consumptive and mocks them as sleeping lions.

However, fighting is no joke, especially when the enemy has tens of thousands of cavalry, supported by more than 20,000 infantry.

The suppression of those African natives and those black people who had no military qualities caused them considerable harm.

Although most of these Qing soldiers were holding cold weapons and seemed very backward, they did have certain military qualities.

Thinking of this, Grant said coldly: "Gentlemen, hold on to our positions. I believe that with God's blessing, we will definitely achieve the final victory."

Following Grant's appeasement, the Qing army sounded the clarion call for attack.

"Woooooooo..."

As the horn sounded, Senggelinqin, who was leading the cavalry, waved his saber and shouted, "Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, the court has raised us for so many years, now is the time to use us, follow me and kill us!"

At the command, the Qing cavalry formed a dense charge formation and rushed towards the British and French forces with great momentum.

Grant, who was commanding the troops, was shocked when he saw the mindless charge, and then his face turned into ecstasy.

"Hahaha, it seems these guys are not even as good as the African natives."

As Grant laughed mockingly, the Qing cavalry troops came closer and closer.

"fire!"

At Grant's command, rumbling sounds were heard from the artillery positions on standby.

One shell after another whizzed out, the solid bullets created a string of blood mist, and the shrapnel shells blew up countless limbs and flesh.

"Fire!"

When the cavalry came within rifle range, the commanders swung their swords without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

Gunshots rang out frequently, and one by one the Qing cavalrymen fell off their horses wailing.

At the same time, the coalition forces in the southeast began to launch an artillery attack on Baliqiao.

Shell after shell hit the Baliqiao position, causing heavy casualties to the defending Qing army.

After several rounds of artillery fire, the British and French forces launched an attack.

Advanced weapons and excellent tactics gave them the upper hand.

One by one, the Qing soldiers on the battlefield were knocked down by the British and French forces with guns.

There were some musket counterattacks, but due to the limited range, they could not reach the Anglo-French forces at all, and their positions were in danger.

"Master, go ahead. It's a pity for them to die like this. Even if we let them work mining in the future, it's fine."

Watching the Eight Bannersmen falling down in large numbers, Kangxi, who was hiding in an area, clenched his fists and begged Zhu Zhanjun bitterly.

Zhu Zhanjun, who was observing the entire battlefield with a telescope, looked at the Mongolian cavalry who were charging left and right on the battlefield, seemingly majestic but actually being slaughtered.

He shook his head and said to the commanders behind him: "The first battalion is responsible for attacking the British troops in the west, and the second, third, and fourth battalions will attack the rear of the British and French forces in the east and south."

"Remember, I don't want any prisoners in this battle."

Just as the generals were about to leave with their fists clasped, Old Zhu quickly added, "Deal with those Qing troops as well."

Several generals did not agree and looked at Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun ignored Kangxi's gaze, nodded, and agreed to Zhu's order.

"Your Highness, this won't work. If we continue like this, we will surely die. Let us retreat and catch our breath."

There was another round of charge under the gunfire, and a member of the Eight Banners grabbed Senggelinqin and prayed loudly.

Senggelinqin glared at him fiercely, then looked at the entire battlefield.

In the eastern and southern regions, the British and French allied forces were desperately attacking the Qing army's positions, and it seemed that the two sides were about to engage in a brutal hand-to-hand combat.

On his side, he rushed into the British position several times, but was beaten back by the enemy every time.

Of the tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, less than 7000 are still alive.

In the battle that lasted less than half an hour just now, he had lost more than 2000 men. He had no idea how many of them could be rescued.

"Damn it, we misjudged it. Their main attack is from the south, and the west is just to contain us."

Senggelinqin was quite capable. After a period of fighting and observing the battlefield, he concluded that his judgment was wrong.

There is no time to regret on the battlefield. After confirming that he was wrong, he swung his sword directly at the British and French forces in the south.

"Attack, we must beat them back."

He was shouting, but in his heart he was already starting to get stage fright.

The enemy's artillery fire and bullets filled him with fear.

His eyes kept scanning the surroundings. To others, he seemed to be looking for a strategy to defeat the enemy, but he was actually looking for an escape route.

Suddenly, Senggelinqin, who was searching the surroundings, stopped and looked blankly in one direction.

"Your Majesty!"

The deputy next to him was still wondering why the prince suddenly fell silent, and subconsciously followed the other party's gaze and looked over.

For a moment, he also froze on his horse.

As the two of them watched, a huge army was marching rapidly behind the British position.

There were many flags flying in the legion, most of which had the word "Ming" written on them, and occasionally there were large flags with red words written on them.

From a distance, those people were all wearing Han Chinese clothes, and with the Chinese characters, it could be determined that this was a Han army.

People who don't know the reason might think that this was a reinforcement force from the Qing Dynasty.

However, Senggelinqin did not think so.

In the Qing Dynasty, the surname Zhu was acceptable, and the character Ming could be occasionally mentioned, but when the two were put together, the meaning was different.

The punishment could be beheading at the least and exile at the worst.

Because these two words together represent the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty and represent the anti-Qing and restoration of Ming!
(End of this chapter)