The Qing army placed 3,000 horse armor soldiers in front of the 50,000 cavalry, followed by other infantry armor and auxiliary soldiers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The Info Horse Armor Soldier wears two layers of heavy armor, and the Tiger Warrior's rifle can only shoot through about 120 meters. Huang Taiji's purpose in doing this was to reduce the casualties during the charge and avoid the collapse of the whole army if the casualties were too large.

Although rifles can't penetrate them, cannon shotguns can easily pierce through these heavy armors. When the Qing army's advance was about 150 meters away from the front line of the Tiger Division, the forty heavy artillery pieces on the front opened fire again.

More than 10,000 shotguns erupted from the muzzles of forty cannons like a thick fog, and flew towards the Tartar armourers in front. As soon as that thick fog touched the flesh and blood, countless blood mist immediately burst out. The body of the Tartar in the front row, immediately, spewed blood flowers everywhere. Blood spilled into the air one hundred and fifty meters before the battle, staining all objects a few meters in front of and behind it red.

The smell of blood grew stronger and stronger, as if it was frozen in the air.

The Tatar cavalry in the front two rows were like reeds blown down by a strong wind, screaming and falling off their horses, and none of them were spared.

Huang Taiji's imperial chariot was very high, and from Huang Taiji's point of view, it was as if the front layer of the 50,000 cavalry army had been cut off as a whole.

Such a charge is really too tragic. The elite vests were laid out like dirt to fill the holes, and then fell down one by one. You must know that these vests are all elite soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, I don't know how many places I have fought with Huang Taiji, how many strong enemies have been defeated, and when have I ever died so tragically and collectively?

Huang Taiji furrowed his brows even tighter, clutching the monocular in his hand.

Fan Wencheng looked at the tragic front line, gritted his teeth, and said: "Your Majesty, when my soldiers and horses of the Qing Dynasty rush up and rush to the front of the formation and break into the formation, this battle will be won!" ”

Inside the Tiger Formation, Li Zhi looked at the more than 40,000 Tartars rushing towards him, and knew that the front of the Formation Formation could not be defended. There were too many enemies, and they were all cavalry, and they charged extremely fast. Moreover, in order to reduce casualties, the Qing army aimed at the front of the 600-meter Retrofitting Formation, and had a great chance of overwhelming the formation in front of the Retrofitting Formation.

This is the first time that Li Zhi has had to prepare for a frontal breakthrough. He put down his binoculars and yelled, "Change formation!" ”

The Chinese army ordered the flag to be unfurled, and the soldiers on both sides of the formation ran quickly, changing the positions on both sides.

Huang Taiji in the distance immediately saw the change in Li Zhi's formation, but he couldn't understand it. In his opinion, the soldiers on both sides of the Tiger Division's Formation suddenly ran towards the back en masse, not knowing what they were going to do.

However, at this time, it was too late to think carefully about the changes in the Tiger Division, and the battle in the era of thermal weapons was often decided within a few minutes. After the soldiers of the Tiger Division on both sides withdrew, the three columns of riflemen in front of him looked even thinner, and Huang Taiji believed that his army of 50,000 cavalry would definitely be able to break through this thin rifle formation.

The horse armor soldiers in front didn't know how many people died under the round of artillery bombardment, and finally rushed to the front of the Tiger Ben Division one hundred and twenty meters, and began to challenge Li Zhi's three-column rifle formation.

"Kill slaves!"

Amid the roars of killing slaves, the riflemen in the front row opened fire. Flames from the muzzles of a thousand rifles erupted from the six-hundred-meter-long front almost at the same time, connecting into a line of fire. Crackling gunshots rang out, converging into a loud rumbling sound. A thousand bullets were like a rain of bullets, screaming and firing at the Tartar cavalry in the front row.

The cavalry of two or three rows in front of the Tartars was exposed to a rain of bullets and had nowhere to hide. There was a large gap between the cavalry and the cavalry, and the cavalry in the back two rows would be attacked as well as the cavalry in the front.

Even the horse's head could not help the cavalry to stop the bullets, although the horse's head was very tall when the horse was still standing, but once the horse sprinted, it would stretch its head forward and hang low, leaving the horseman's entire upper body completely exposed to the rain of bullets.

The iron-plated cotton armor was pierced by bullets, the chain mail was pierced by bullets, and the leather clothing underneath the chain mail was also pierced. The skin is pierced like fragile pieces of paper by swirling bullets, revealing the body organs beneath the skin. The kidneys, liver, stomach, lungs, and heart, these important human organs were extremely fragile in the face of Mini's bullets, and they were stirred into a ball of blood.

The heavily armored horse armor soldiers in the front row seemed to have been named, and their bodies spewed blood mist and blood arrows. One by one, the Tartars who had been shot let out heart-rending screams, fell unwillingly on the horse's back, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

With a short distance of one hundred and twenty meters, I don't know how many Tartar corpses it will take to fill it up.

Huang Taiji watched the warriors in front of him fall down in rows, and his face became paler and paler.

As soon as the cavalry in front fell, the cavalry behind immediately made up for it, and then it seemed to crash into an invisible wall, and fell down one by one screaming. The air was filled with a mist of blood from the wounded soldiers, staining all the soldiers in the front row with blood red.

The cavalry in front fell to the ground, and the cavalry behind simply did not have time to make a detour to dodge. Regardless of whether the wounded soldiers on the ground were dead or alive, the cavalry behind them trampled directly on horseback. The sound of bones being trampled by horses' hooves was muffled by the screams of wounded soldiers. But soon, the wounded soldiers could no longer make a sound.

Life is like the least valuable thing, consumed in hundreds of rifle bullets. The young Manchurians, who were still in high spirits in the morning and who once stood majestically beside Huang Taiji, and those warriors who had fought in and out of the Ming Dynasty, Korea and Mongolia, were turned into corpses one after another in the blink of an eye.

It is impossible to describe such a scene in blood, it was a terrible massacre.

Li Zhi's riflemen were unrelenting in front of tens of thousands of cavalrymen, standing up in a row, aiming, shooting, then crouching down to reload, and then standing up and shooting again! Every time the Qing army took a step forward, it had to leave behind countless corpses.

But after all, the Qing army numbered 50,000 people.

If the Qing army had only 10,000 or 20,000 people, it would have collapsed in the face of such heavy casualties. However, this time, Huang Taiji invested 50,000 people in front of Li Zhi. No matter how many people die in the front, there will be people in the back to make up for it. Although the cavalry behind them was no longer a heavily armored horse armor soldier, but a lightly armored infantry armor, these Tartars still rode their war horses at high speed towards the Tiger Division.

On the brutal front, the distance between the two sides gradually stretched to seventy meters, fifty meters, thirty meters.

Finally, the Qing cavalry brandished their spears and rushed to the front of the Tiger Division with the power of the rolling horses' hooves.

Lei San, the platoon commander of the Broken Regiment, stood in the first row with his bayonet, and shouted with all his strength at the Qing cavalry who rushed up like a tide:

"Kill slaves!"

As if hearing Lei San's roar, none of the soldiers of the Tiger Division on the entire front retreated, raised their bayonets in unison, and shouted in unison:

"Kill slaves!!"