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

Chapter 222: One arrow pierces the clouds, thousands of troops come to meet
Grant, who was commanding his troops to bombard the enemy, also noticed the abnormality of the Qing soldiers and subconsciously looked in the direction of their gaze.

The pupils shrank instantly.

"Oh, buy gada!"

"When did an additional troop appear behind us?"

"Damn it, are you all blind? You didn't even notice the enemy coming from behind."

"Hurry, hurry, turn and prepare for battle."

The British soldiers who were scolded looked depressed.

After fighting for such a long time, the enemies are all in the front, and everyone wants to gain some military merit, so no one pays attention to the back.

Moreover, there was their own camp behind them. If any troops came from there, they would have been discovered long ago.

Although they were surprised as to where this troop came from, the soldiers moved quickly. Some of them continued to stare at the front, while the rest changed the muzzles of their guns and aimed their cannons at the back.

But they saw that the new troops were holding muskets and that cannons had been set up on a high position.

Compared with swords and spears, cannons and muskets posed a greater threat to them.

"fire!"

But their movements were still a little slow. At the command of the general commander of the artillery, the rumbling of artillery fire instantly sounded from the artillery positions that had been set up long ago.

Shell after shell whizzed into the British position, making the British soldiers scream in pain. They could not even maintain their formation and had to dodge.

"attack!"

At a command from the general in command of the troops, the marching troops instantly changed into a skirmish attack formation, attacking forward with alternating cover.

They are all space-produced troops, born for combat.

The rifled rifles were like spirits in their hands, and they could hit whatever they pointed at within a hundred meters.

The sound of bullets caused smoke and dust to rise from the British positions.

Anyone who dared to show his head was shot and fell to the ground instantly.

The British artillery positions had been bombarded by the Ming army's artillery and were completely lost.

Not to mention bombarding the Ming army's infantry, they couldn't even organize a decent counterattack.

The Ming army's attack was fierce and fast. When they were close to ten feet away, the Ming army soldier who was rushing in the front took out the latest palm mine.

This type of grenade is modeled after the German wooden-handled grenade.

The explosive gunpowder developed by the small chemical factory established by Xu Shou was made into palm mines and explosive packs in order to maximize its value.

A soldier quickly unscrewed the lid and shook it slightly. A mud ball fell out with a fuse.

He grabbed the mud ball with force, and with a hissing sound, white smoke came out from the tail end of the palm thunder.

"go to hell!"

With a familiar national curse, the grenade drew an arc and fell into the British trench.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A series of explosions rang out, and the British soldiers in the trenches screamed in pain.

"Beep beep beep..."

The captain leading the team blew the whistle to start the charge.

"kill!"

The Ming army soldiers, with bayonets installed, launched a charge with shouts.

The British soldiers were bombarded, suppressed by bullets, and dazed by grenades. Before they could react, they saw a gleaming bayonet rushing towards their chest.

The British troops were in chaos and tried desperately to stop them.

However, this group of Ming troops not only fought fiercely, each of them had flexible bayonet skills, but also had strong strength.

Not to mention a one-on-one fight, even if a Ming soldier faced three British soldiers, he could easily deal with it.

"Damn it, where's the commander? Where is the commander?"

The British soldiers who were killed and retreated in a panic asked loudly as they ran.

"Grant was killed by the cannon long ago."

Upon hearing that their commander had been killed in the explosion, the British troops panicked and fled even faster.

"My men, now is your chance to make a contribution. Follow me and kill."

Senggelinqin was not very good at fighting, but he was extremely fast in grabbing credit.

As soon as they saw the newly emerged Ming army, they actually defeated the arrogant foreigners.

I'm in such a miserable state, it would be hard to explain if I don't take some credit for it.

So he brandished his sword and issued an order to grab the credit.

"Bang bang..."

But just as the cavalry he led started moving, dense gunfire rang out again on the British position.

In an instant, a large number of Qing cavalrymen who were charging forward to grab the credit fell off their horses wailing.

Senggelinqin was also shot in the shoulder. He looked in horror at the Ming soldiers who had taken over the British position and were shooting at them, and he couldn't help feeling panic.

"Damn, who are these guys helping?"

After cursing under his breath, Senggelinqin no longer dared to take credit for the work. He turned around and ran away.

When the Mongolian cavalry saw that their leader had run away, they didn't want to be targets of the Ming army and foreigners here, so they turned around and ran with Senggelinqin.

"Hahaha, where are these Manchu Tartars going!"

However, they had not run for long when a cavalry team flying the Ming army flag rushed towards them at high speed.

"Damn it."

"It's fine if the foreigners bully us, but you Han dogs dare to bully me. Do you really think I, Senggelinqin, am made of mud?"

Seeing that Wu Sangui dared to charge towards his cavalry of several thousand with only a thousand cavalrymen, Senggelinqin became angry instantly. He held the saber in his uninjured hand and pointed at Wu Sangui who was leading his troops towards him.

"My men, let these bastards recall the fear they felt when they were dominated by our ancestors."

The Mongolian cavalry following him instantly regained their courage when they saw that there were only a thousand people on the opposite side, and they were Han people.

"I can't beat the foreigners, but can I beat you cowardly Han dogs?"

"Yes, let these Han dogs recall the fear of being dominated by our ancestors."

The morale of the Mongolian cavalry instantly boiled over. They waved their weapons, raised their bows and arrows, and shouted as they charged towards Wu Sangui.

However, Wu Sangui's subsequent actions made the Qing army feel like they were rebelling against the Heavenly Powers.

Wu Sangui led the cavalry, but did not charge forward directly. Instead, he turned around at a distance of about 100 meters and began to entangle the Qing cavalry.

"Bang bang bang..."

A row of gunshots rang out, and a large number of Qing cavalry fell down. They watched the enemy skillfully turn their guns and shoot on horseback, and then lightly reload the ammunition.

The pursuing Mongolian cavalry suddenly recalled that during the time of Genghis Khan, their ancestors had used this kind of lob shot to defeat wave after wave of enemies.

"Catch up with them damn well and kill them all."

The enraged Mongolian cavalry cursed loudly, waved their whips continuously and increased their speed.

But no matter how hard they chased, they were always a little bit behind the enemy, and this distance was just beyond the reach of their bows and arrows, but within the reach of the enemy's muskets.

Gunshots rang out one after another, and more and more Mongolian cavalry fell.

The Mongolian cavalry, who were already blinded by anger, ignored this and kept chasing Wu Sangui and others.

This shot traveled over ten miles, and the horses of both sides were running at top speed. Even the Mongolian horses with the strongest endurance could not withstand it and their speed gradually slowed down.

The Mongolian cavalry, who were blinded by anger, slowly came to their senses. They looked around and were instantly horrified.

The team that originally had several thousand people now had less than 2000 people left.

The road they were chasing after was littered with horses that had lost their owners, and with corpses and wounded soldiers everywhere.

"Damn it, we've fallen into a trap, retreat!"

The Mongolian cavalry woke up and turned around and ran away without saying a word.

But their horses had been running for so long that they had long since run out of energy. No matter how hard they urged them, the horses just wouldn't speed up.

"Hehehe..."

"You little bastards of the prairie, it's our turn now."

Wu Sangui laughed, hung his lance on the saddle, drew out a specially made saber, and swung it forward fiercely.

"Brothers, follow me to kill the barbarians."

"kill!"

The Ming cavalry roared with excitement, drew their weapons and revolvers, and rushed forward following Wu Sangui's shouts.

Their war horses are all excellent war horses bred in space, and each of them has Kangxi's bloodline.

In terms of speed and endurance, it can be said that it has reached the top in the world.

For these horses, running for more than ten miles was just a warm-up.

As their masters urged them on, the war horses neighed excitedly and rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry who were struggling to escape at a speed that other horses could not match.

On the other side, under the command of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Zhanjun, the Ming army's infantry units were engaged in a fierce battle with the British and French allied forces.

Since both sides were launching attacks and had no cover for defense, they fired at each other directly on the plain.

Relying on their rifles with long range and high accuracy, the Ming army suppressed the British and French forces.

The artillery on both sides was also unambiguous and bombarded each other's positions frantically.

The sounds of explosions and gunfire could be heard from far away in the Baliqiao area.

The people who had not yet left couldn't help but feel surprised when they heard the fierce gunfire.

When did the Qing army become so brave that they could fight against the Western foreigners?

Unfortunately, they didn't know that the shocked Qing troops were currently standing on the bridge staring blankly at the two fighting troops.

"Sir, do we need help?"

At the Baliqiao position, a Qing army general watched the two sides fighting fiercely and carefully asked Shengbao, who was injured in the shoulder.

"Help, haha!" Shengbao sneered, raised his uninjured arm and pointed at the two fighting parties.

"One is a Western barbarian, and the other is a Ming army rebel. Who do you think we should help?"

"Forehead."

The general opened his mouth, as if he really didn't know who to help.

"Wait until they are both defeated, then we can go up and finish them off."

"In this way, we not only defeat the Western barbarians, but also wipe out the Ming army rebels. It's a two-birds-at-one deal!"

Shengbao narrowed his eyes and looked at the two warring parties, then announced his decision coldly.

After hearing this, the general couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Killing two birds with one stone is really high."

"Report, the Heavenly Secret Arrow is ready!"

Just as the Qing army was preparing to take advantage of the conflict between the two sides and let the fisherman gain the advantage, the general of the Rocket Army in charge of the Tianji Arrow at the Ming army's command position ran to the Tianji Arrow and reported that the Tianji Arrow was ready.

Zhu Zhanjun, who was observing the battlefield through a telescope, pointed at the British and French allied forces' position on a small hill where they were desperately resisting.

"Knock that thing off for me!"

The terrain chosen by the enemy is very tricky and cannot be reached by artillery. If the infantry launches a charge, they will become targets of the enemy.

The attacking troops had no choice but to shoot at the enemy from a long distance.

It is precisely because of this small hill that the situation on the entire battlefield is indirectly affected.

As long as this small hill position is taken, the British and French forces will no longer be able to resist.

The general received the order, saluted, and quickly ran to a launching position.

Soon, a long dragon of fire rose from the ground.

To everyone's astonishment, the thing flew out in an arc and landed straight on the small hill.

"Rumble, rumble..."

As the explosion sounded, the small hill was flattened in an instant, and the fierce gunfire that had been heard above disappeared without a trace.

"Order the entire army to attack!"

Seeing this opportunity, Zhu Zhanjun gave an order.

"Dudu..."

The passionate charge sounded, and the troops on standby in various places, except for the soldiers guarding the headquarters and artillery, put bayonets on the muzzles of their guns and launched the charge with shouts.

The British and French forces were shocked by such a stunning weapon and were rushed into the position by the Ming army before they could react.

The two sides instantly engaged in battle, and a brutal bayonet fight began instantly.

The elite troops in the space are not only good at shooting, but also first-class fighting on the battlefield.

Although the Anglo-French allied forces were large in size, they were still far behind in close combat.

In addition, the Ming army had the advantage in numbers, so these white monkeys only resisted for a few minutes before they dropped their guns and surrendered.

With the capture of Commander Montauban, who was hiding in a bucket, the outcome of the Battle of Baliqiao was instantly reversed with the participation of the Ming army.

(End of this chapter)