Gao Yihuan put down the clairvoyant mirror in front of him, saw the army pressing on the opposite side, and suddenly waved his hand, "The whole army stops!" ”

Behind him, the chess and card officer, raised his head and blew the horn, waved the order flag, and in the layers of the Wei army's horizontal formation, a long whistle sounded, and the drums of each division quickly beat four times in a row, and the commanders shouted "All divisions stop!" ”

The front of the Wei army's horizontal array was several miles long, and in order to facilitate the issuance of orders, the front line of several miles long consisted of countless small horizontal formations of three hundred people.

In the small horizontal formations around, the voices of the officers came and went, "All divisions! Stop! ”

With the sound of "bang", the soldiers in the advance, with the sound of the password, stepped on the ground with their right feet and stood still.

The autumn wind was bleak, the flags were hunting, the drums, trumpets, and footsteps all disappeared, and the Wei army's formations stopped almost simultaneously, and the army turned from movement to stillness, forming three layers of fronts in the wilderness.

At this time, the Wei sergeant held a flintlock pistol in his hand and looked at the crowd in the distance with a cold gaze.

Gao Yihuan grabbed the reins of his horse with one hand, rode proudly on his horse, and looked at the Qing army coming from afar, it was obvious that Dolgon knew that there was no way out for defense, and only attack had a chance to live.

Just with such an army, can you defeat Great Wei? If it is tragic and useful, how can the Manchurian enter the customs, does he think that the lonely king will show mercy to his subordinates because the other party is old and weak, women and children?

At this time, the Qing army continued to advance, and the Wei soldiers soon saw clearly, those people singing sad songs, they wore various costumes, helped the old and the young, and held various weapons, rolling forward.

The dependents of the Eight Banners exude the hope of going home, in order to be able to return to Liaodi, they can only fight, and everyone has a resolute look on their faces.

Seeing the women and children among them, the faces of the Wei soldiers sank, but Gao Yihuan sneered on his face, it seems that the Lone King really forced Dolgon and the Manchurians to a dead end.

At this time, he looked at the determination and anger of the Manchurians, Gao Yihuan's heart did not fluctuate, but gave him a trace of pleasure, in the face of strength, the resoluteness and anger of the Manchurians will eventually turn into despair.

Gao Yihuan raised his hand again and said coldly, "Artillery bombardment!" ”

On the flank of the first front of the Wei army, the artillery that was pulled by the war horse, stopped with the military order, and the soldiers quickly fiddled with the artillery, reloaded, and aimed the muzzle at the oncoming crowd.

At this time, the commander of the artillery team waved the command flag in his hand down violently and roared, "Release!" ”

A row of gunners ignited the fuse at the same time, and the sparks immediately "swished" into the barrel, and with a loud "boom", dozens of artillery pieces retreated violently at the same time, raising clouds of white smoke, and the gunpowder smoke instantly obscured the line.

Immediately after the first shot, the non-commissioned officers reset the cannon, reloaded it, and began to prepare for the second round of fire.

In the large array of the advancing Qing army, it was immediately pierced by shells. Gao Yihuan was in the clairvoyant mirror, and saw a black iron ball smashing ten steps in front of the Qing formation, splashing a column of smoke with dirt, and the mud scattered and splashed, while the cannonball formed a ricochet, and continued to roll forward after bounce, hitting the calf of a Tartar, and immediately smashed the leg directly, and the Tartar held the thigh that lost his calf, fell to the ground and screamed in pain, wailing nonstop.

The Wei artillery was well-trained and quickly loaded, and soon the second round came, and the shells smashed into the Qing army's formation, splashing up pillars of mud, and the advancing Tartars, listening to a scream around them, couldn't help but beat their hearts more violently, their throats were dry, and their sad singing began to change their taste, and began to appear chaotic.

Although the dependents of real Manchuria, even women, can shoot bows, they are not armies after all, and under the bombardment of Wei artillery, these people began to have great chaos.

At this time, in the crowd, a small number of Eight Banners soldiers who pressed the formation began to beat the people who retreated and were chaotic, and the bannermen looked around fiercely and roared loudly, "Those who leave the queue die!" Death to those who retreat! ”

Seeing this, the bannermen changed their tone and encouraged in earnest: "The Wei thieves on the opposite side are here to prevent us from returning to Liaodi, they want to kill all of us, and we can only return to our hometown outside the customs by killing the Wei thieves on the opposite side......

In the rumbling cannon, the Manchurian dependents had empty eyes and muttered, "Go back to your hometown...... Back to my hometown......"

The bannermen continued to encourage, "Only by killing all the Wei thieves can we bring back food, silver, and relatives." Whoever stops us from going home, we will kill them all, you think about Salhu, everyone fights with Wei thieves! ”

With the words of the bannerman, the men and women of Manchuria, their eyes gradually showed a resolute color, and they longed to return to their hometown, so they clenched their weapons and continued to move forward.

At this time, as the distance narrowed, the Qing army in front could clearly see the Wei army on the opposite side, and the Wei soldiers and soldiers were lined up in a wide horizontal formation, roughly the same width as them.

On either side were artillery roaring, and cavalry was roaming, and in the middle were all musketeers, with a red dragon banner on a black background above their heads.

At this time, as the distance narrowed, Gao Yihuan collected the clairvoyant mirror, raised his hand again, and waved down, "Prepare to shoot with a platoon gun!" ”

The military order was conveyed by the trumpeter and the standard-bearer, and the officers of the Wei army on the first front of the Wei army shouted loudly, "Ready!" ”

The Wei soldiers, who heard the military order, raised their flintlock pistols at the same time, the muzzle of the gun was upward, and the hammer was wrenched, and the muskets and spurs were like a forest of spears held high.

At this time, the Qing army on the opposite side felt that the Dao Wei army was about to shoot a salvo, and the bannermen in the team pulled out their swords and pointed forward, which was a roar, "Rush up and kill all the barbarians!" ”

Tens of thousands of Tartars, who instantly ended their mournful singing and let out hysterical roars, picked up their weapons and began to charge faster like a tide of rage.

"Aim!!" The Wei officers roared.

The soldiers holding flintlock muskets high on the front line immediately put their flintlock muskets flat in unison and aimed sideways at the running figures opposite.

At this time, looking at the women and children wielding knives and spears, the Wei army officers moved their throats, pursed their lips, and still issued the last order.

"Shoot!" The Wei generals roared with exhaustion.

The Wei sergeant in the front row pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the hammer of the flintlock pistol clicked, hitting a piece of spark, and the chamber of the gun "banged", the barrel of the gun shook back, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out flames and white smoke, and the projectile flew out rapidly.

On the Wei army's front, the flames and smoke ribbons were like bright and flickering galaxies, and the white smoke quickly filled the entire front, and countless projectiles flew out of the smoke belts, like a violent wind sweeping across the earth, and the projectiles poured into the running tartars head-on, bringing a puff of blood mist on their chests.

In an instant, the Tartars who were running in front of them shook like chaff and swooped to death in pieces, the projectiles tore through their clothes and pierced their bodies, and the Tartars rolled and crawled on the ground, screaming and screaming through the ~~~~~ field

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