The soldiers in front of the battle kept falling, making Yue Tuo's face pale when he saw it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

These are the brave warriors of the Great Qing Kingdom, although they belong to the Eight Banners of Mongolia, they are still a precious armed force. Against the Shang Ming army, the combat power of these Mongol warriors could be comparable to that of the most elite Ming army. However, in front of Li Zhijun's firearms, these soldiers fell one after another before they could fight the enemy.

Yue Tuo rode on his horse and could see clearly that the Mongolian Eight Banners rushed seventy steps in front of Li Zhi's array, and had already left behind more than 3,000 corpses. If you want to rush into Li Zhijun's formation, you will have to sacrifice at least more than 3,000 people? Can your own army withstand such casualties without collapsing?

Yue Tuo looked highly nervous. The enemy's fire was too fierce and was armed with numerous firearms and cannons. Yue Tuo originally also had more than 20 Hongyi cannons, but this time he marched thousands of miles to attack Li Zhi's lair, and Yue Tuo did not bring a bulky cannon. At this time, against Li Zhi, Yue Tuo felt that there was no lack of artillery firepower.

Only the cavalry will win! The front of the enemy is solid, what about the sides? Yue Tuo waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Rush from the side!" ”

A horn sounded, the Chinese army ordered the flag to be unfurled, and 4,000 Manchurian vests and 6,000 Mongolian cavalry heard the order and galloped out of the Chinese army. They rode out from behind the Mongol infantry, gradually accelerated, and attacked around the flank and rear of the Tiger Division. They hoped to encounter a vulnerable flank that could be broken with the iron hooves of the cavalry.

The so-called Qing army was invincible, and at this time, 10,000 Qing cavalry rushed towards the flank of the Tiger Division.

However, what they encountered was the flank of the Tiger Warrior who was as hard as an iron plate.

Li Zhi's phalanx had the same number of people in all four directions, and except for the artillery maneuvering with the enemy's main attack direction, the infantry on the four sides had almost the same combat effectiveness. Guarding the left and right flanks were 6,000 musketeers with loaded guns. For the Qing army's charge, they have been waiting for a long time.

The Manchurian vests and the Mongols howled around the front of the Tiger Division, separated left and right, and rushed to both sides like two hooks. In response to them, the soldiers of the Tiger Ben Division on the flanks resounded through the four fields.

"Kill slaves!"

The soldiers guarding the left and right flanks were the Broken Regiments and the Trapping Regiments, and although these two regiments were formed later than the Selective Regiment, most of the soldiers of these two regiments were still veterans who had killed thieves and resisted the charging of the thieves' cavalry. Of course, there were 2,000 recruits in the two regiments, but these recruits had also recently captured Hanjiazhuang and seen blood in the Battle of Gaoyang, so it was no problem to shoot calmly on the battlefield at this time.

Especially at this time, the whole army was killing and united, and the recruits also suppressed their inner fears and devoted themselves to fighting and killing the enemy.

The soldiers rushed from both sides with diagonal aiming, killed the Mongol cavalry on both flanks, and pressed the trigger.

Crackling gunfire rang out, more than 2,000 rifles spat out tongues of fire, and 2,000 bullets were fired at the Manchurian and Mongolian Tatars who were charging into battle. The Qing army's two-mile-wide frontal attack was slammed, and the cavalry in the front row fell from their horses as if they had hit an invisible wall.

The four thousand Manchurian vests were fine, they were wearing two layers of armor, and the rifle could not penetrate their armor at two hundred meters, and they only paused on their horses after being shot. The Mongol cavalry in cotton armor was miserable. After the volley, several hundred Mongolian cavalrymen were immediately killed, fell from their horses, and fell silently on the yellow earth.

These proud Mongolian cavalrymen, in the eyes of the Tiger Warriors, are just moving targets.

There are also those who have been injured: those who have been beaten through the stomach, those who have their hands broken, and those who have their feet broken. Screams and groans rang out from the mouths of the wounded Mongol warriors, and at once the morale of the cavalry behind them fell to a freezing point. And the corpses of the cavalry and military horses that fell to the ground became an obstacle for the rear cavalry, blocking the charge of the rear cavalry.

The cavalrymen frightened and walked around the corpses on the ground, or they could not dodge and stepped directly over the wounded, trampling the wounded on the ground into a bloody blur, and continued to rush towards the flank of the Tiger Division.

The second shot began.

There was another crackling volley of gunfire, and a large amount of white smoke rose from the position of the Tiger Division. The smoke filled the soldiers' side, making the Tiger Benshi look like a group of divine soldiers. Two thousand bullets broke through the smoke and shot at the Qing cavalry who were charging into the formation, tearing a small wound in the rotation and burrowing into the flesh and skin of the Qing army.

Nearly a thousand Mongolian cavalrymen were covered with blood, and the warriors who had been driving their horses recklessly just now lost their ability to move in an instant, and fell under their horses screaming. For a moment, the ground was littered with corpses and wounded, gurgling and bleeding. The Mongol cavalry in the back rows bypassed and straddled the corpses and wounded on the ground, but lost the courage to charge into battle.

This is not a rush, this is a rush to die!

The middle of the Qing army stood on a high bulge, and Yue Tuo rode on his horse and saw the tragic situation of the Mongolian cavalry charging into battle, and felt that his heart was dripping blood. Nearly 2,000 Mongolian cavalry and more than 3,000 Mongolian infantry soldiers were folded at once, how could they explain to the emperor after returning to Shengjing? Although these Mongols were not Manchurians, they were now Manchurian and Mongolian, and the Mongols also played a pivotal role in the Qing Dynasty.

Li Zhi's soldiers and horses are not injured now, and he has lost thousands of people, can this battle be won? This battle really shouldn't be fought?

Yue Tuo gritted his teeth and gurgled them, but he didn't realize it.

The Mongolian nobles in the Chinese army were even more heartbroken, they could no longer bear to see the tragic situation on the battlefield, and their faces were pale with their eyes closed, as if the warriors who died in battle were their brothers. Yue Tuo, who was killed by God, actually used my Mongolian soldiers as cannon fodder!

Yue Tuo's lieutenant Du Du looked at Yue Tuo, then at the battlefield, and was speechless.

The firepower of the Ming army was too fierce, and the Qing army in front of the battle, especially the Mongolian cavalry, was shrouded in the fear of death, their bodies trembled and their faces turned pale, the speed of the horses rushing into battle slowed down, and the formation was a little erratic. If it weren't for the Manchurian vest soldiers, the Mongol cavalry would have collapsed.

But the 4,000 Manchurian vests have not yet been damaged, and the establishment is complete. Dressed in two layers of heavy armor, they howled and rushed forward, rushing to the front of the line.

The third platoon gun firing began.

"Kill slaves!"

"Kill slaves!!"

Under the command of the platoon commander, the riflemen in the rear stepped up to the firing positions, and one platoon after another began to shoot at the charging Tartars. Red flames erupted one by one, and two thousand Mini rifles that were ahead of their time fired conical bullets symbolizing death at the Manchurian waistcoats.

At a distance of a hundred meters, the conical bullet has enough kinetic energy to pierce armor! The bullet hit the body of the vest soldier, broke through the cotton armor of the vest, broke the chain mail under the armor, broke the skin of the warrior of the vest, and drilled into the body of the vest fiercely.

The horses in the front row had a brutal blood spark, and blood gushed out of their wounds like a fountain. One by one, the vests fell under their horses, slamming heavily on the ground, rolling and moaning on the ground. Their helmets fell to the ground, revealing the sleek scalps and ugly pigtails of money on the vests' heads. After a few convulsions on the ground, their bodies stopped moving.

For a hot-weapon soldier, the difference between a good shooter and a bad shooter is huge, and the combat power of the former is even several times that of the latter. In order to improve the hit rate, Li Zhi's soldiers shot an astonishing amount of targets, and the recruits practiced shooting targets every day, and scrapped a gun in three months. Veterans also often carry out retention exercises after reaching the target shooting standard, and practice until 90% of 200 meters hit the target! It's not an exaggeration to say that all of them are excellent goalscorers.

At a distance of more than 100 meters, the soldiers' hit rate was amazing, at least seventy percent. And this time, the vest soldiers of the Eight Banners Manchuria rushed to the front and were killed by more than a thousand at once.

Seeing the Manchurian vest soldiers being killed in batches in front of the formation, the soldiers of the Broken Regiment and the Trapped Regiment were filled with the pleasure of revenge. Shout in unison:

"Kill slaves!" (To be continued.) )