Slaying the Qing: My Taiping Heavenly Kingdom

"Boom! Boom!"

Explosions continued to rang out, and Qing cavalrymen were killed one after another.

Many cavalrymen who fell from their horses were trampled into a bloody pulp.

Senggelinqin held up his binoculars, watching the cavalry charge. Even though he remained expressionless, he was actually quite worried inside.

After all, it was his eldest son, Boyannemohu, who was leading the cavalry charge.

Senggelinqin would naturally be worried about his son's safety as well, which is only human nature.

The Taiping army's artillery fire inflicted considerable losses on the Qing cavalry. However, compared to the tens of thousands of cavalrymen, these losses were negligible.

Senggelinqin was a man who had seen many life and death, and he didn't care about the lives of others except for the safety of his own son.

"Mortars, fire!"

As the Qing cavalry drew closer to the Imperial Guard's defensive line, Colonel Chen Tongguang issued new orders.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One after another, the 120mm and 80mm mortars opened fire.

In the current Guards organization, each infantry company is equipped with one 80mm mortar. An infantry battalion consists of four infantry companies, which are equipped with a total of four 80mm mortars.

In addition, the infantry battalion's fire support platoon is also equipped with two 120mm mortars.

In this era, this was already considered quite formidable infantry support firepower.

As the mortars began firing, the shells rained down even more densely.

The number of Qing cavalrymen killed in the bombings was increasing.

This caused a slight disturbance among the Qing cavalry.

Even their dense formation during the charge was affected as a result.

However, under the reprimands and suppression of Boyannemohu and other officers, the Qing cavalry continued to charge in dense formation.

Senggelinqin watched all this through his telescope, his heart pounding in his chest.

At the same time, I am also very pleased with Boyannemohu's bravery.

In his view, his brave eldest son already possessed all the qualities of a qualified heir.

Even if he dies on the battlefield, the tribe will be able to grow stronger under the leadership of Boyannemohu.

"Warriors, charge! Soon, you will be able to use your sharp scimitars to cut off the heads of those long-haired barbarians!" Senggelinqin shouted in his heart.

Although the Taiping army's artillery fire seemed very powerful, which was somewhat unexpected.

But Senggelinqin knew that as long as their cavalry charged into the Taiping army's front and broke through their defenses, they would succeed.

Next, it was time for them to begin their large-scale massacre.

Victory seemed to be within reach.

Soon, the Qing cavalry charged to within 200 meters of the Imperial Guard's defensive line.

This distance would only take a dozen seconds for a cavalryman charging at high speed to cover.

"Charge! Kill all those long-haired rebels!" Boyan Nemohu roared.

He seemed to have already clearly seen the expressions on the faces of those Imperial Guard soldiers.

He raised his scimitar high, ready to strike down hard and cut off the heads of the Taiping soldiers when the warhorses charged past.

"Heavy machine gun, fire!"

"Da da da!"

Upon receiving the order, the machine gunners immediately pulled the trigger.

A dense barrage of bullets was fired, like a torrential downpour.

Each infantry platoon of the Guards Regiment was equipped with a Type 12 heavy machine gun. An infantry company had three. An infantry battalion had twelve.

Twelve heavy machine guns opened fire wildly, the dense bullets raining down like a storm.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Bullets kept hitting the Qing army's cavalry or their warhorses.

Many warhorses were hit by bullets and fell to the ground.

The Qing cavalrymen on horseback were also thrown violently to the ground, their fate unknown.

More Qing cavalrymen were also hit by bullets, fell to the ground, and were trampled into mincemeat by the galloping warhorses.

Boyannemohu was completely shocked by what he saw.

He never expected that it would turn out like this.

Aren't they about to break through the Taiping army's defenses? Can they start a massacre now?

But now, why are the cavalrymen falling one after another?

Could it be that those Taiping soldiers possessed sorcery?

Are those weapons that constantly spew gunpowder weapons only possessed by the devil?

"Thump!"

Just as Boyannemohu was thinking about these things, he felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest with a giant hammer.

He then found himself flying off the horse and crashing heavily to the ground.

The blue sky gradually turned gray.

"No! Boyan Nemohu! My son!"

Through his binoculars, Senggelinqin clearly saw Boyannemohu being hit by a machine gun bullet, falling off his horse, and then being trampled by numerous warhorses.

This made Senggelinqin roar angrily.

This was his eldest son, on whom he had placed great hopes. How could he die on the battlefield like this?

"Attack! Everyone, attack! Kill all those barbarians, no matter what!"

Enraged, Senggelinqin issued the most severe order.

"Yes, Your Highness!" the Qing army cavalry generals all replied.

The young prince has already died in battle, so if they don't want to be implicated, they can only follow orders.

This would force the Qing cavalry to focus all their efforts on the attack.

He hoped to defeat the Taiping Army and avenge Boyan Nemohu.

But it was precisely this order that led to the Qing army's powerful cavalry being slaughtered in one fell swoop.

"Da da da!"

The heavy machine guns fired wildly, the dense bullets forming a wall that caused the charging Qing cavalry to crash into it, their heads bleeding profusely.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Mortars and mountain guns were also firing wildly.

Each exploding shell claimed the lives of many Qing cavalrymen.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The soldiers of the Imperial Guard also began firing their rifles.

The bullets accurately hit the Qing cavalry or their warhorses.

For the Imperial Guard soldiers, a distance of over 100 meters was no problem at all; they could hit their targets every time.

But this was very difficult for the Qing army's cavalry.

It would have taken only a few seconds to break through the Royal Guard's lines and then use their sabers to hack and slash, thus defeating the Royal Guard in one fell swoop.

But this short distance seemed to become an insurmountable barrier, making it impossible for the Qing cavalry to break through.

The concentrated firepower of the Imperial Guards was relentlessly reaping the lives of the Qing cavalry.

Countless valiant cavalrymen fell on the road to their charge.

The enormous loss felt like blood was dripping from Senggelinqin's heart.

"Go around them, don't break through from the front, go around them from the flanks!" Senggelinqin issued a new order.

"Waaah! Waaah!"

The bugle sounded, relaying orders to the Qing army's cavalry.

Upon hearing the order, the Qing cavalry realized what was happening and began to abandon the frontal breakthrough, instead attempting to outflank the Imperial Guards from both sides and launch an attack from their flanks and rear.

What bothered them was that the three infantry battalions of the Guards were arranged in a triangular formation.

As the Qing cavalry began to flank the enemy, the Imperial Guard infantry also began to turn.

The dense hail of bullets and shells still blocked the Qing cavalry's path to charge.

And in the process, they continued to inflict greater damage on the Qing army.

The losses were mounting, with large numbers of Qing cavalrymen and their horses being shot dead.

This also dealt a huge blow to the morale of the Qing cavalry.

In previous battles, they relied on the cavalry's rapid mobility and assault capabilities to overwhelm the Taiping Army's Northern Expeditionary Corps, forcing them to retreat into the city.

But now, they also appear just as powerless when facing the formidable firepower of the Royal Guard.

This can no longer be called a battle; it's a one-sided massacre!

"Damn it! Those damned long-haired rebels!" Senggelinqin cursed inwardly upon seeing the scene.

This battle not only cost him a large number of soldiers, but also his most valued eldest son was killed in the battle!