When Chang Kaishen was running around with a large stack of statistical tables, the Battle of Yangzhou had entered the most difficult moment.

The Gan Hui Division, which tore apart the joint of the Qing army, concentrated the flintlock in the middle, let the surrendered army follow behind the descendant to clean up the battlefield, and kept driving the Qing army to rout and attack the Qing army's main formation. Seeing that the reprimand was not good, the Qing army simply aimed the bird at their own people. Under the siege of the two armies, the Qing army in the middle quickly disappeared completely.

Before the battle, more and more gunners complained that there was something wrong with their guns, and they were dumbfounded.

"Sir, this gun doesn't go off!"

"Sir, I can't beat this one!"

"What a noise!" A sentry scolded, "If you don't, go and change the bird." ”

A few auxiliaries held a large stack of firestring guns, closed them for the soldiers who said they had broken them, and took the broken ones back for urgent repairs.

"So what if this is done?" Someone asked anxiously. The arquebus had a third of the rate of fire of the flintlock pistol, and if you wanted to keep up with the rate of fire of the whole team after each shot, you had to change the gun immediately.

"Okay, someone will change it for you after the fight!"

At this time, the shortcomings of Zheng's army's lack of cavalry were exposed. On the left flank of Gan Hui's department, a mixed cavalry rushed towards the two non-descendant reinforcement battalions. The light cavalry was in front, and after a round of cavalry fire (the cavalry bow could shoot 6-7 paces, while the carbine was longer. )

Zheng Jun's Francophone and Tiger Squat shelled several times but had little effect, so they had to hide behind the infantry. Behind the phalanx, feathered arrows flew in the sky, but the silk cloak of light arrows for projectiles could defend against some damage--- making it easy to draw arrows. After a few rounds, except for a few who were hit, there was only a group of hedgehogs in this wave of light cavalry.

"Hurry, hurry!" A group of riders in bright armor clamped their armpit spears. Each of them surrounded the big arrows, and the leaders gathered into loose balls of hairballs. Even if these people have eaten hardcore crops since they were children, they are not as good as their "simple and barbaric" (the logic of Naito Hunan, Miyazaki Ichidai and others), but the impression of the Eight Banners' almost invincible record makes them feel that they are also full of pride under the hoof.

In another part of the battlefield, a cold wind blew through Zheng Jun's shirt that exposed cotton wool, and many people twitched uncontrollably and almost dropped their weapons. After besieging the city for many days, the consumption of cotton was not small, and the Zheng army, which had been fighting in Fujian for a long time, trembled slightly with the cold wind.

Of course, compared to this little trouble, Zheng Xi's biggest worry was that the left and right sides would be defeated. While concentrating almost 100% of the elite in the Chinese army, it is necessary to bear the consequences of the lack of long-range armor-piercing forces on both flanks.

"Bang bang...!" A burst of white smoke erupted in front of the Chinese army's formation, and it was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

"Bang bang...", while the gunfire of the Qing army on the opposite side was much longer and weaker--- and the fire of the bird gun was still not so stable compared to the flintlock gun. The Zheng army used salvo tactics, while the Qing army used three-stage strike tactics, firing at the same interval on both sides, but the Zheng army, which was smaller in number than the Qing army, instead gained an advantage in firepower--- which is why Ao Bai kept his eyes on this direction. At the same time, the Qing army took advantage of the numerical advantage and faced Gan Hui, Zheng Xi's two legions each formed two legions to encircle the side from the side.

That is to say, as long as the Zheng army, which was facing the Qing army head-on, failed to penetrate the enemy in front of it before it was encircled, then it would fall into the encircled death place, and it was estimated that there would be only one way to disperse, and it was unknown how many thousand troops could be withdrawn in formation.

If you open God's perspective, you will find that the direction of the Zheng Raid Legion and the Gan Hui Legion formed an approximate ninety degree angle. If the two corps converged, then the Qing army would fall into the greatest passivity--- the two legions formed a tactical sarhu, concentrated forces, and broke each one. If one of the legions defeated the frontal Qing army, then the battle could still be freed from the other legion after the other army was encircled, and if any of the legions could not break free from the cage of the Qing army (or they triggered it themselves), then the battle of Yangzhou was no longer in suspense, and the northern gate of Nanjing would be naked in front of the Manchus.

As a chess player in this battle, Geng Jimao tried his best to observe the situation on the battlefield on a slightly higher platform. The Eight Banners Iron Cavalry he sent out a piece of smoke and dust in the pupils, like several cavalry spears pierced the side of the Zheng Raid Legion, breaking and giving a lot of blows to the flank of the Zheng Raid Legion. Constant armoured Manchurian soldiers crashed into the spear forest from the front and sides, striking a formation that looked like a framed billiard ball.

Two spears stabbed at the same time at a short, stocky cavalryman of the Eight Banners, who laboriously cut one but was pierced by the other; Taking advantage of this gap, the two Eight Banner cavalry rushed in again, and the huge potential energy directly knocked the two Zheng soldiers holding the spears to the ground, and they were greeted by more spears... The corpses of men and horses kept piling up on the battle line, and Zheng Jun's formation was gradually knocked from the ridge line into several strong balls, but they were forced to carry it.

"Damn!" Geng Jimao clenched his fists, thinking about where the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners ran back then, where the thieves were, the puppet Ming army did not flee from the wind, "Receiving the enemy and crushing for the upper brave, seeing the enemy and crushing for the middle brave, hearing the enemy and crushing for the lower brave, these pirates, where did the bear-hearted leopard dare to be so brave?" ”

In fact, this is Geng Jimao's limited inherent cognition: although the current Eight Banners still maintain training, some people have "raw flesh" and are a little choking on horseback, and they are only relying on blood and courage (they are quite confident in themselves) and prestige as a supervising team, and they are engaged in battle at critical moments, and they will achieve the greatest credit if they win, and they can retreat from defeat and brush up their experience on battlefields all over the country. Now, let them attack Zheng Jun, who has full durability, and naturally they will have to exchange their lives for their lives!

Zheng Jun, who was holding a large shield and a long knife, filled the gap in the formation. Swordsmen and shieldmen are more practical than spearmen in gang-jumping battles where space is limited, and the combat at this time is similar to that kind of gang-jumping fights. The old fur seals swarmed up, cutting melons and vegetables and scrapping a bunch of horse legs, and the thick iron shield allowed many spears to slide away, and this unscrupulous flower array actually worked wonders in the melee--- just like the soldiers in Europe who cut spears with two-handed swords.

The old fur seals became the 502 glue of Zheng Zheng's regiment, and firmly plugged the cracks that appeared. After several failed assaults, the Eight Banners reverted to their duties as dragoons: the lower horse started to shoot with a bow "whoosh". The special large arrowhead and heavy arrow almost smashed the armor and stabbed the target's body, and Zheng Jun, who was unable to fight back, immediately fell into a wail, and the wailing of his comrades was extremely low on the morale and durability of the troops.

The solution to this problem itself is very simple, that is, to order the army engaged with it to break away from its own position, and reverse attack these Eight Banners distributed in a scattered line---- and then you will fall into a difficult problem: classmate, do you want to be deep or frontal? If you want to maintain the front to crush these annoying flies, you risk being pierced from the back by another cavalry, and finally divided and surrounded, and they will be finished together. Under the fog of war, who knows how many cavalry the Qing army can fight?

As for the depth, not to mention how many troops to put together to ensure that it is not easy to be treasured, and not to mention whether it will cause the exported flintlock musketeers to lose flank protection, the Eight Banners can also harass on both flanks.

Zheng Xi sweated on his forehead and water in his palms, and he didn't choose the last two, but chose the stupidest way: let the archers come out to fight flies.

"Alas, Sun Ziyun: If you are prepared for everything, you will be all-encompassing, since it is a war, you can't help but take risks, and do it like this!"

Feathered arrows of two different arrows convectioned in the air, fluttering, and swishing in the air. This was accompanied by the terrifying screams of Homo erectus.

The two feathered arrows went in the same direction, and "lucky" collided together, falling on the dry ground that had been trampled by the horses' hooves.