Chapter 113: In the Battle of Changpo Ridge
Before the rebels reached the line, the new troops opened fire.
Two thousand Mini rifles fired the lead bullet out of the gun in three installments in twenty seconds.
At a distance of 100 paces, the Minnie rifle could hit 70 percent, and after this three-stage salvo, half of the 3,000 rebels remained.
The remaining half didn't even have time to fight back, and ran backwards like a wolf howling.
But the new army did not give them a chance to be a new man, and after another round of three-stage volleys, there were basically few of the 3,000 rebels left.
For this kind of enemy who comes in line to attack, has no terrain advantage, and does not wear armor, the mini rifle exerts his maximum lethality.
In the original history, the battle that took place at Bali Bridge on the outskirts of Beijing two centuries later was basically the same as today's massacre, except that it was bloodier and more brutal.
30,000 Manchurian and Mongolian cavalry fought against more than 10,000 British and French troops, and after paying half of the casualties, they were defeated by the British and French forces.
In this general battle, which was attended by tens of thousands of people, the British and French troops suffered only twelve casualties.
It was the first time that the invincible Manchurian and Mongolian Eight Banners faced a modern army equipped with hot weapons, and the battle alone proved that the gap between the times could not be bridged by bravery.
At this time, Changpoling, due to the appearance of Zhu Youzhen, brought this huge gap to the Ming Dynasty two centuries in advance, but this time, the Ming Dynasty was the leading party.
Seeing that the three thousand Shuixi elites were all wiped out in less than a minute, and there was not even a single counterattack, An Bangyan was so shocked that he almost fell off his horse.
Both hands tightly grasped the horse's reins, the nails were deeply embedded in the palms, the legs were tightly clamped between the horse's belly, but the fear and resentment in the heart had nowhere to vent, and the pale face was already cold sweat under the horror.
On the other side, Yu Chongming, who was watching the battle, did not have An Bangyan's composure, he dismounted in shock, his eyes were wide open, and his hands were waving excitedly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and shouted left and right.
"How can this be, how can it be so? This can't be, this can't be! ”
As he spoke, he wiped his eyes vigorously, as if he wanted to see more clearly, but the sergeant, who could not stand up after falling, was telling that all this was true.
At this time, Anji, who had just been driven to the back, somehow appeared again, and saw his father sitting on a horse with a statue-like expression, so he stepped forward to take over the command.
After ordering the remaining troops attacking Changpoling to withdraw, leading the army back to the position where they had started in the morning, and after re-settling the sergeants, Anji came to the big tent of the Chinese army.
At this time, An Bangyan and Hao Chongming had regained their senses, and they were speechless as they sat behind their respective cases.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"
After An Ji shouted three times in a row, An Bangyan raised his head.
"Ji'er, you did a good job, my husband lost his temper in front of the battle just now, alas, I regret not listening to you, today's defeat will lead to the demoralization of the three armies, and I am afraid it will be difficult to attack Guiyang again."
"Don't be discouraged, my army still has more than 50,000 people, although it is a new defeat, but how dare the officers and soldiers underestimate it, this time they were just caught off guard by the unfamiliar Beijing camp, and when they find out the tactics of the officers and troops, they may not be invincible."
Seeing his father's loss of soul from the previous defeat, although Anji didn't have much confidence in his heart, he knew that he could only comfort the coach at this time.
In addition, Anji also has certain opinions in his heart about his father's dissuasion from listening to himself, and Anji has already experienced the strength of the Ming army last night, so he ordered the retreat at the pass where the city was about to be broken.
But in last night's battle, the night was dark and the wind was high, and he retreated in time, and the real strength of the Ming army, that is, the army participating in the siege, did not have an intuitive understanding.
But today is different, the three thousand elites were all shot down in an instant, the commander of the army is already like this, and the soldiers under him are even more panicked, and Anji, who visited the soldiers just now, has deeply experienced the changes in the morale of the army.
If it weren't for the previous bullet pressure, I'm afraid that the servants of the various Dong villages who came from the vassal would have packed their bags and were ready to run away.
He didn't believe what Anji said, and An Bangyan smiled bitterly.
The father and son looked at each other and were speechless for a while.
However, in the position of the new army in Changpoling, the situation was not as good as imagined.
Most of the soldiers of the New Army, who had seen such a bloody scene for the first time, felt a little unwell, and more than half of the camp meal carefully cooked by the cooking class at noon was left.
Faced with the stress reaction of the recruits because they went to the battlefield for the first time, the doctors who accompanied the army quickly treated the symptoms because of Zhu Youzhen's prior explanation.
After the heart-to-heart talks in the afternoon, the mood of the soldiers was much better.
After this battle, these soldiers are basically qualified soldiers, and whether they are excellent or not have to be tested on the battlefield in Liaodong.
In the afternoon, Lu Xiangsheng led the staff of the New Army to repeatedly discuss the possible reaction of the rebels to this defeat.
In the end, it was concluded that the rebels would most likely abandon the siege of Guiyang and retreat to several nearby towns.
For such a result, Lu Xiangsheng also smiled bitterly, although he had ordered to thwart the rebels' spirit before, but the power of the Mini rifle was so powerful, and he did not have a good judgment to achieve it.
Two rounds of three-stage volleys slaughtered 3,000 rebels, and it is estimated that Zhu Youzhen would not have expected it in advance.
But the result was already like this, the previous plan to annihilate the rebels under Guiyang City was estimated to have come to naught, and Lu Xiangsheng was also remorseful.
Knowing that when the rebels began to flee, they would not have ordered a second volley.
The depressed Lu Xiangsheng could only work with his staff officers to plan the route of the rebels after retreating.
In the rebels' Chinese army tent, An Bangyan, Hao Chongming and An Ji and others are also planning the retreat of the army.
Since the siege of Guiyang, the rebels have been defeated repeatedly, and the siege battle plus the battle of Changpoling, the rebels have suffered nearly 10,000 casualties.
The casualty rate is close to 20 percent, which means that a rabble that is not even a feudal army has reached the brink of collapse.
In the tent, around the march route after abandoning Guiyang, the generals of all walks of life hyped up.
In addition to returning to Bijie or Zunyi for rest, there are also many Dong masters who propose to dissolve on the spot.
The morale of the army has been corrupted to this point, and An Bangyan's face has become even darker.
After dropping the horn cup in his hand to the ground and kicking over the desk in front of him, the tent suddenly fell silent.
Everyone didn't dare to make any more noise, and quietly waited for An Bangyan's plan.
Of course, if An Bangyan's plan does not go according to his wishes and runs away halfway, these vassal Dong lords from all walks of life have already begun to plan in their hearts.
Glancing at the ghosts in the center of the tent, An Bangyan's eyes finally fell on a map hanging in the tent.
Yongning!