Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 128 Man, what can I say
The blast of gunpowder spread across the battlefield, and tiny iron bullets mixed in the gunpowder bags flew everywhere, indiscriminately bombarding all the surrounding space.

The shield was shattered, the iron bullet hit the helmet with a clanging sound, and a thick blood mist instantly exploded at the center of the explosion.

The Baoyi who died suddenly fell to the ground, and the unlucky guy who was injured slid for several steps due to the inertia of the high-speed charge, with blood holes all over his body pierced by iron bullets.

The infantrymen in the rear were unable to dodge and were tripped by the corpses. They were forced to fall on the battlefield along with the dead in front of them, and were then trampled on the back of their heads and their lower backs by the countless pairs of feet that followed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

After a round of horrific projectile bombing, dozens or even hundreds of people fell on the charge. The soldiers, their faces covered with iron bullet fragments, roared hysterically, their hands hanging in front of their bloody faces, and they dared not pull out the fragments.

The charge of thousands of infantrymen was slowed down. Before the bondservants could understand what the weapon was, they heard a second round of bangs and the ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble in an instant.

The trajectory of the gunpowder bag was not fast. When the infantrymen saw the terrifying killing weapon approaching, they subconsciously dodged in all directions.

The infantrymen in front, behind, left and right collided with each other, knocking down the bannermen who were advancing steadily nearby. One brought two, two brought four... the pace and rhythm of most people were disrupted.

The screams of comrades resounded, the fallen soldiers were trampled to death, and the roar of exploding gunpowder was like a sledgehammer attacking morale.

Even if some eunuchs eager to make a contribution rushed forward with blood in their mouths, they still had to face the heavy bullets and crossbow arrows fired from the side carriages, as well as the spears piercing from the trenches.

The wrappings of the Black Flag Camp prisoners were placed in the front trenches, like the front half of a cake covered with chocolate and cream.

All captives were given a six-foot-long spear, and ropes were tied around their waists and tied to the mule carts behind them to prevent them from escaping.

If they wanted to survive, they had no choice but to stand in the trench, raise their spears above their heads and stab the oncoming braid soldiers.

"kill!"

The desire to survive forced the captives to fight hard, as if they were using all their strength, raising their spears and stabbing the enemy's knees and thighs.

Even if the Qing soldiers were lucky enough to avoid the spear tips, several of them would be shot through by heavy bullets at close range in the narrow aisles specially reserved for them.

Thousands of Baoyi were defeated before they could even engage in close combat with the Black Flag Battalion due to heavy casualties in a short period of time.

No matter how the flag bearer swung his sword to hack at the fleeing soldiers, he could not save the defeat and was swept back by the fleeing crowd.

"Incompetent coward!"

Tan Tai kept cursing the defeated soldiers and ordered his men to capture some fleeing bannermen and behead them all in front of all the generals and soldiers.

He looked back at the central army camp. Commander Yue Tuo did not give any instructions for his defeat, so he decided to personally lead the remaining elite infantry and cavalry to fight to wash away the shame.

The intelligence obtained at the cost of the blood of the bond slaves is very valuable.

Tan Tai successfully saw the strength and firepower deployment of the enemy formation.

The enemy was equipped with mortars that fired "shrapnel shells," one of which could kill or injure several people, or even disrupt the offensive rhythm of dozens of people.

Even if the infantry approached to fight, they would be repelled by firearms and bows and crossbows.

To deal with this "turtle formation" with plenty of long-range arrows, artillery bombardment is the most effective.

Unfortunately, the Qing troops did not bring any cannons with them when they entered the pass. They only had some light cannons captured from the Ming army on the way. They were fine for attacking dense infantry lines, but they could not achieve any results when attacking such well-defended fortifications, even if the gun barrels were red-hot.

They could only use shields and heavy armor at the cost of their lives, use brute force to tear open the Ming army's mule and horse cart formation, and then use heavy cavalry to charge fiercely to completely wipe out the enemy.

Having made up his mind, Tan Tai personally led the entire army to attack.

Half of the bannermen dismounted and fought on foot, while the other half were divided into two teams on horseback and went around the flank of the Ming army.

At the commander's command, thousands of cavalrymen stepped out of their positions on the melted snow and mud.

Thousands of cavalrymen gradually sped up, gradually overtaking the infantry and armored personnel in front of them, with hay and mud stirring up mud flowers under their horses' hooves.

The two cavalry groups separated in front of the Ming army's mule carts, like water being forced to divert when it hits a rock.

However, the range of horse archery was not far, and riders could only shoot at targets within forty or fifty steps.

Dense array of arrows shot down from overhead, hitting the chariots and shields with clanging sounds like hail falling from the sky on a hot summer day.

"Fire!"

Shouts rang out from the chariot formation, and the heavy muskets and crossbows that could penetrate armor showed their power.

Huang Zilong pulled the trigger, only to feel the heavy matchlock in his hand suddenly jerked back. White smoke leaked out from the tail of the musket, choking him and causing him to cough.

But he vaguely saw that the next moment after he pulled the trigger, a ball of blood exploded from the chest of a Tartar rider not far away.

The crisp muffled sound of a crossbow being pulled by a string came to his ears, and Huang Zilong turned around and handed the fired cannon to his brother under the car.

The latter gave him an anxious look and handed him a loaded heavy matchlock rifle, "Fire a few rounds quickly and I'll take over!"

"Don't worry, let me worry first."

Huang Zilong took the rifle and placed it on the firing port, without taking precise aim, and pulled the trigger at the densely packed cavalry. Hearing the horses' mournful screams, he didn't care whether he had killed them or not, simply counting it as another kill.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heavy matchlock guns fired lead bullets wrapped in white mist one after another, and several riders who were connected in a line were splashed with a clearly visible line of blood in an instant.

The former Eight Banners slaves knew that if the chariot formation was broken, they, the slaves regarded as cattle and horses by the Tartars, would inevitably be slaughtered, so they volunteered to fight, took the bows and shields handed to them by the players and fought hard.

Huang Zilong turned around and took the matchlock gun handed to him by his teammate. At this time, several arrows flew in through the shooting hole. One arrow pierced Huang Zilong's arm armor, one arrow was nailed to the cart, and one arrow passed by the side of his head and hit the player behind him who was loading bullets.

"Ahhh! The stupid Tartar on horseback shot me!"

The player who was shot was furious. He pulled out the bloody arrow and, regardless of the bleeding from the wound, picked up a walking bow and went to the gap between the mule carts to pour arrows out.

"You Tartar dog, taste my dung-coated arrow!"

Huang Zilong gripped the arrow shaft tightly and broke it, leaving the arrowhead on his arm for the time being. He then continued to hold the gun and pulled the trigger to fire the lead bullet.

The warhorse was instantly hit in the head by the bullet, and a thick blood mist instantly exploded near the center of the explosion.

The dead warhorse lowered its head and fell to the ground. Its raised back threw the rider forward due to the inertia of the high-speed charge.

The warhorse behind was unable to dodge and crashed into the dead horse's body. The slender horse legs made a crisp sound of fracture. The rider on the horse screamed and was forced to fall on the battlefield with the heavy warhorse. Then his head was stepped on by the following warhorse.

The two teams of cavalry completed the left-right switch behind the chariot formation, but the Ming army position in front of them was like a miniature fortress, and no matter how many arrows they fired, they could not find a loophole.

Even if they hit the Ming army with their horse archery, more riders would be shot down by the returning arrows. It would be a huge loss to exchange experienced riders who had fought for many years for Ming army infantry.

The Eight Banners infantry surrounded them, and the cavalry gradually retreated to vacate the battlefield.

However, what puzzled Tan Tai was.

This time, the terrifying "mortar" did not show its power, and the heavy weapons on the side car did not fire, as if they had run out of gunpowder, or the guns had overheated and needed to be cooled.

Seeing the Tartar infantry approaching within a hundred paces, the commander shouted an order to all his men, "Molotov cocktails ready!"

Following orders, the player in the side car picked up the bottle that had been placed at his feet and used the tinder he carried with him to ignite the flammable material at the bottle mouth.

But in a moment, hundreds of players had raised Molotov cocktails that ignited open flames.

Countless Qing soldiers rushed up like zombies breaking through the door. From time to time, archers stopped on the road and shot arrows. Several arrows whizzed through the air, and occasionally an arrow hit a player in the face, killing him with one shot.

When the Qing infantry was confident that victory was in their grasp, He Lusi used his hand as a knife to chop down fiercely, and the captain's command voice was transmitted to the entire army through the captain.

"kill!"

More than a hundred Molotov cocktails were thrown far away, some hitting the ground and splashing sparks, while others hitting densely packed enemies and igniting.

This type of flame with various additives is difficult to extinguish and can easily spread along the range of fuel splashing.

You should know that Qing soldiers liked cloth armor the most. The cotton-padded clothes lined with lamellar armor were very good at keeping warm and could easily buffer the power of ordinary bird guns, but they were very afraid of fire.

The Qing soldiers who were charging with their shields raised suddenly froze in place, watching in shock as the flames engulfed the soldiers and listening to the sizzling sound of flames burning cotton and flesh. The soldiers engulfed by the flames fell to the ground and rolled around screaming.

The high temperature burned the armor plates into branding irons, causing even more terrible damage to the skin and flesh of the armored people. Many people did not even have time to take off their cloth armor before they were killed by the flames.

The Tatars' original frenzied killing rage was like a raging fire extinguished by water, and a sudden fear and hesitation arose in their hearts.
Even though they had fought for many years and were not afraid of hard battles, when the torture of being burned by flames was placed before them, they could not help but feel deeply involved in it, and felt the pain of the flames gnawing at their flesh and stirring their brains.

Each one of them was like a cowardly warhorse facing a sharp spear, not daring to speed up.

Tan Tai whipped the flag bearers who had stopped moving forward, and the elite Bayala surrounding him also whipped the flag bearers to urge them to attack.

However, when the flag bearer finally waited for the fire to burn out and mustered up the courage to charge forward, his courage would be shattered by a second round of Molotov cocktails, this time interspersed with bullets and arrows.

The corpses of war horses and infantrymen gradually formed a jungle of flesh and blood within a hundred steps. The Qing soldiers had to cross the uneven obstacles before they could get close to the chariot formation.

Even if they managed to break through all the damage and successfully reach the convoy, they would still be driven crazy by the trench system.

The trenches and mule carts were intertwined. Even if the Qing soldiers walked through the narrow aisles, they could not push over the reinforced mule carts blocking their way. They would also be attacked by crossbows and spears while climbing the carts, and stabbed in the buttocks by the front-line baoyi in the trenches.

The Qing troops retreated.

Although they still had the strength to fight, they did not want to continue to fight against this flawless chariot defense system, and just wanted to turn around and fight with the Han commander.

Faced with such a complete "chariot trench", the only chance of victory was to lay a long siege to exhaust the Ming army's food and grass, or to use heavy artillery to destroy the mule carts.

But time is not on the side of the Qing army. The central army is facing attacks from both sides and cannot use the tactic of being trapped.

Just as Tan Tai was yelling frantically and ordering the flag bearers to turn back and fight again, he accidentally turned back and saw that something had suddenly happened in the main camp of the central army.

(End of this chapter)