Ming Dynasty entry: I am Chongzhen, the greatest emperor of all time!

Chapter 44 His Majesty is watching from the top of the city!
The army was defeated like a mountain.

This was the first time that Zhu Youjian felt the meaning of this sentence so intuitively.

Hundreds of artillery pieces sound scary, but in the era before shrapnel shells, their power was very small.

Not to mention the accuracy, that thing is completely up to chance.

It only relies on the jumping of projectiles and large particles of iron sand to cause damage.

Although it looked very powerful, the casualties it caused were only less than a hundred soldiers from the old camp at the front row.

They didn't kill as many as the rebel army's supervisory team.

On a battlefield that was seven miles wide and had 50,000 people, it was so insignificant.

Just this alone frightened the more than 10,000 surrendered soldiers.

One roll contains ten, ten rolls contain a hundred.

In the end, he just rushed back.

They also took away two surrendered army phalanxes that had not yet been deployed to the battlefield.

No matter how the leading generals and the supervisory team tried to stop them, it was useless.

Song Xiance, who was temporarily in charge of the army in the rear, suddenly stood up from his chair.

He thought the attack might fail, but he never thought it would fail so completely!

He kept stroking his beard with both hands, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

An idea quickly came to my mind.

He called the messenger and issued several orders in succession.

"Order the Royal Guards to block the fleeing troops. Use the central army's banner as the boundary. Anyone who dares to cross it will be executed immediately!"

"Send a message to the commanders of each army. Tell them to count every defeated soldier, regardless of their identities, into a horizontal formation and advance at the sound of drums."

"Send a message to the central army, at all costs, devour the elite and heavily armored Ming army."

"Go inform General Quan and have him guard the Anding Gate area. There's still a troop of heavily armored cavalry in the capital that hasn't been dispatched yet!"

Seven or eight messengers immediately rode out on horseback.

Song Xiance looked worriedly at the Ming army still forming their battle array under the city wall, and said to himself, "I hope it's not too late."

The surrendered army was defeated so quickly that it was beyond his imagination.

It also exceeded Zhu Youjian's expectations.

In his speculation, the rebel army would continue to attack the city despite the artillery fire. After all, it was troublesome to load ammunition into artillery. Only submachine guns could fire continuously, but their power was average.

After one round of artillery fire, the surrendered troops were defeated. If these nearly 20,000 surrendered troops were to be reorganized, what would his subsequent plans be?
Why would he personally command the defense of the city?
No wonder it is said that only generals who have fought in wars are qualified to command troops.

Only when you actually go to the battlefield will you realize that war is ever-changing!

"Send the order immediately. Tell Wang Erhu not to wait any longer. Attack as planned now and force the surrendered troops back to the city. The Tiger Guards will hold back the old camp of the Chuang army to buy time for the Yongwei camp to encircle them!"

Several messengers went downstairs at the same time and rushed towards the battle formation under the city.

Both sides are fighting for the last chance of victory.

The 20,000 surrendered soldiers who had been captured were still buzzing around.

Wang Erhu, who was assembling his team, received the order and did not dare to hesitate for a moment.

He drew his sword and patrolled in front of the formation.

"According to the assignment I just gave you, the Brave Guards will be in the front, the militia in the middle, and the border troops will be on both sides, guarding the frontiers. Push forward!"

"Do you remember the blood oath your majesty swore with us yesterday? Do you remember how the rebel army tortured us? Do you remember the bowl of meat we ate this morning?!"

"Your Majesty has issued the decree. Now is the time to accomplish great deeds, avenge your deeds, and express your gratitude! If you still remember, follow me!!"

"Your Majesty is watching from the top of the city wall. Kill!"

After shouting "kill", Wang Erhu rushed forward on his horse regardless of whether anyone followed him or not.

A moment later, 20,000 people on and off the city shouted at the same time.

"kill!!!"

Two red waves, one on the left and one on the right, madly pursued the fleeing surrendered troops. The militiamen carrying spears did not understand what it meant to achieve merit or to swear an oath of blood.

They only knew that His Majesty drank porridge himself but gave them meat, and they only knew that the current emperor still remembered them.

All they knew was that the Emperor was standing on the top of the city wall watching them!

That’s enough!

The battlefield was in chaos at this time.

The Tiger Guards and the elite soldiers of the old camp were already blood-eyed. If the swords couldn't penetrate the armor, they would fight hand-to-hand, strip off your armor and kill you. If swinging the bone club was too tiring, they would just ram you. With so many people crowded together, they would be trampled into pieces if they fell to the ground.

Twenty thousand surrendered soldiers were scattered throughout the battlefield, and the imperial army camp barely stopped less than three thousand surrendered soldiers. Several commanders including Liu Tiren were ordering the troops to reorganize.

Liu Zongmin saw the situation clearly.

He overestimated the combat effectiveness of these surrendered soldiers who could only fight when the wind was favorable, and also underestimated the defense of the capital.

But the defeat of the surrendered army does not mean there is no chance.

The victory or defeat on a major battlefield is never determined by the defeat of a certain army.

On the contrary, the defeat of the surrendered army lured out the main force of the Ming army gathered at the city gate.

This was precisely an opportunity. As long as he led the cavalry to charge back and forth twice, it would be the Ming army that was defeated!
After cooperating for so long, he believed in Song Xiance's decisions and arrangements. As long as he got rid of the thousand-man cavalry, he could turn around and target the Ming army's infantry.

At this time, four thousand cavalrymen had gathered and formed a formation on the road from Andingmen to Deshengmen, like spread-out goose wings.

He touched the saber he had obtained from the general of Xuanfu beside the saddle and waited quietly.

It seemed as if the war around him had nothing to do with him.

The sharpest knife of the Ming army was about to cut the final throat of the Ming court.

In a moment, the earth began to tremble, not from the hooves of the invading army, but from the golden tide that was rolling up from the north.

Liu Zongmin squinted his eyes and saw a black wave rising on the horizon.

The unique Panlong military flag of the Three Thousand Camp fluttered in the wind.

The morning light reflected dazzling spots on the steel armor plates, as if heavenly soldiers had descended.

He raised the saber in his hand, squeezed his legs lightly, and the warhorse started to trot.

Four thousand cavalrymen followed closely behind him.

Wu Wei also saw the Chuang Army cavalry in the starting position at the first moment.

I immediately understood that this time it would be a head-on confrontation.

"Change to the overlapping wave formation, prepare the three-barreled guns!" As Wu Wei shouted, the cavalry in the front row all raised their five-foot-long firearms.

The cavalry on both sides also began to gather behind the attack formation.

Liu Zongmin's heart tightened, as those one thousand cavalrymen were all heavily armored cavalry.

Moreover, they can change formations in a very short time during the charge, which shows their superb horsemanship.

The distance is getting closer step by step.

Eighty steps!
Liu Zongmin could clearly see the iron mask under the helmet of the man opposite him.

Fifty steps!
Both sides lowered their spears at the same time, and four thousand spears and a thousand horse lances formed a jungle of death.

Thirty steps!
The optimal shooting distance of the three-barreled gun.

Wu Wei shouted, "Release!"

Thunder exploded in the Ming army's formation, and a death storm of lead bullets swept over.

Liu Zongmin's mount suddenly stood up, and the three riders on the left wing rolled like a bloody gourd, along with their horses.

He watched with his own eyes as the flag-bearing officer had half his head blown off by a three-barreled gun at close range, and red and white objects splattered on the gold-embossed flag with the word "Liu".

But the formation of the rebel army was not in disarray at all. These old soldiers who had crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood had already turned life and death into muscle memory.

The first round of the fire gun attack ended here, and Wu Wei, holding his spear, finally made contact with Liu Zongmin.

When the two torrents of steel completely merged, all the battles on the battlefield were eclipsed.

(End of this chapter)