It was almost dawn after all the 18,000 men of the Fourth Division went ashore, and Ma Kun ordered the troops to march quickly in order to hurry up, but fortunately, Shengmidu was located on the outskirts of Nanchang, and the road was quite smooth, and the whole army rushed to ten miles outside Nanchang at dawn.

It was only less than half an hour away from Nanchang, and Ma Kun knew that his soldiers had been on the boat last night, and after a night's trek had not rested, they would see Nanchang if they walked further, and it must have been a vicious battle, so he decided to let the soldiers rest for half an hour while the fog had not yet dispersed.

The cooks had already arrived here in advance, and took out steamed steamed buns, accompanied by canned clay pot meat produced in Guangdong, and hot soup brewed with oil tea, which was a hot breakfast.

Zhu Hongsan attaches great importance to the logistical support of his troops, and there is nothing more important to raising morale on a long-distance march than drinking a bowl of hot soup. Camellia oleifera is similar to that of later generations, with flour to add a large amount of salt and sugar, and then add lard to stir-fry, although this kind of thing tastes bad, but it is very convenient to eat, and it can also be stored for more than two months in the rainy weather in the south. Canned meat is similar to the luncheon meat of later generations, all of which are crushed with some leftovers of pigs and cows, plus a large amount of spices and salt, put into an open clay pot and steamed in a cage drawer, and finally sealed with tin while hot, and can also be stored for more than three months.

These things were semi-finished products, and after simple processing, the whole army soon had a hot breakfast. At the same time, Ma Kun knew that most of his soldiers were northerners, and he prepared steamed buns for them that he liked to eat. After heating it up, it was the same as the freshly baked one, and the soldiers cheered when they saw their favorite steamed buns.

Zhang Jiayu is a native of Guangdong, and he is not used to eating steamed buns, but in order to show that he shares weal and woe with the soldiers, he also asked the guards to get a breakfast.

When breakfast came, Zhang Jiayu saw a big steamed bun that weighed almost three or two, with a piece of meat sliced two fingers thick in the middle, and a bowl of red, greasy soup, I don't know what it was. Zhang Jiayu took the steamed bun and looked at the meat slice, only to find that he had seen it wrong, it was not a meat slice, but like a steamed meat filling, he tried to take a bite, I don't know what kind of meat it is, anyway, it is meat, which is full of a lot of spice flavor. Zhang Jiayu's family is a big landowner, and he has never been tired of eating, where can he eat this kind of vulgar food, and after tasting it, he found that it was not delicious, so he stuffed it to his own guards. Then Zhang Jiayu looked at the bowl of soup again, and tasted it a little, this time Zhang Jiayu almost didn't spit it out, what is this, salty or sweet. After tasting it, Zhang Jiayu lost interest in eating and poured out the soup.

Ma Kun on the side ate three big steamed buns in a row, drank two bowls of oil tea soup, and saw that Zhang Jiayu didn't eat a bite, and knew in his heart that this was Lord Zhang's unappetizing.

"Lord Zhang, this is not a station, there is no way to cook hot food, is it unappetizing?"

Zhang Jiayu looked at the soldiers around him eating and devoured it, so he was embarrassed to say that he didn't like to eat, so he had to find a reason to say: "General Ma, I'm not hungry!" ”

"Hey, hey! I know that Master Zhang is a delicate person, although this kind of meal is not very delicious, but there are a lot of fat, salt, and sugar that soldiers need, and this meal will not be hungry for at least half a day. We're going to have a fierce battle in a while, and I don't know when our next meal will be. ”

Hearing Ma Kun say this, Zhang Jiayu has a deep understanding, just after eating a mouthful of that kind of meat filling and drinking a mouthful of soup with a unique taste, Zhang Jiayu felt warm in his belly, and he really didn't feel hungry. At the same time, seeing that the soldiers who drank the hot soup were in high spirits one by one, and swept away the tired demeanor just now, it seems that this kind of thing is still somewhat authentic.

By this time most of the soldiers had finished eating, and Marquin saw the order to rest for a quarter of an hour and then continue on his way. The soldiers handed over the empty bowls to the cooks and found a flat place to rest. The cooks had to pack up their hands and wait for the commander's order to rush to the next location to prepare food.

It's about eight o'clock in the morning, and the fog around Nanchang is slowly dispersing, and you can already vaguely see Nanchang City in the distance. Marquin saw that the time was almost up, and ordered the troops to continue their departure. By the time the troops arrived outside the Yonghe Gate, the fog had completely cleared, and they could clearly see Wuchang City, which was strewn with corpses all over the place.

The decisive battle site chosen by Ma Kun was a small mound five miles outside the Yonghe Gate, which was open and surrounded by paddy fields. Now that the grain has been harvested, the water in the paddy fields has been discharged, and it is soft and suitable for the army to fight. Not far from the mound, there is a small village of more than a dozen families, and there is no one living in it, and I don't know whether they fled or were killed by the Qing army. Zhang Jiayu saw that this was suitable and became the headquarters here, and he wanted to see how the arrogant Ma Kun used 10,000 against 100,000.

After settling Zhang Jiayu, Ma Kun came to the mound with eight regiment commanders.

"Colleagues, most of you are the same as me, you have experienced the battle of Jiangyin, how tragic that battle is needless to say, now the opportunity for revenge is in front of us, this time we are facing the two white flag elites who are "eight banners are less than 10,000 and full of 10,000 invincible", everyone must wash away the shame of our battalion this time, we must fight this battle well, serve the emperor, and serve the country! ”

The eight regiment commanders clasped their fists and said: "Please rest assured, sir, we will fight to the death to serve the emperor and the country!" ”

Ma Kun nodded, and then said: "The division headquarters is located on this small mound, with one regiment and two regiments in the middle, and the others are lined up in turn, pay attention to the cavalry impact of the Qing army, and let them see what an all-firearms force is!" ”

After the order was issued, the commanders of each regiment began to lead their subordinates to the predetermined position, and the formation of the new army in Guangdong was a very simple three-column horizontal formation, with a gap of 200 meters between each regiment, and artillery was arranged. As soon as the new army in Guangdong lined up, the Qing army camp on the opposite side also reacted.

As soon as the door of the Qing army's camp opened, the soldiers of the tide poured out and formed a formation in front of the camp. At the front were 10,000 Han flag infantry, behind were 10,000 Mongolian cavalry, and finally there were two elite white flags.

Duoduo was surprised when he saw this strange group of Ming troops opposite, were the Ming generals on the opposite side stupid, only more than 10,000 people dared to put on such a thin formation? Aren't you afraid of cavalry onslaught? It seemed that there was an all-firearms force on the opposite side, but the firearms of the Ming army could not block the frontal impact of the Mongol cavalry. In the past, when fighting with the Ming army outside the Guan, the Ming army used firearms to rely on the city, or used large vehicles to build defensive positions, so as to draw the general and the Eight Banners. On the opposite side, there was no defense, and only firearms were used to defend against cavalry.

The generals of the Qing army laughed when they saw the Ming army put on such an idiotic formation, shouting to ask Duoduo to fight.

After all, Duoduo's head is clearer than theirs, and he feels that the Ming army can't wait for death so stupidly, but there is no way to explain it at all when he puts on such a formation, Duoduo thinks about it and tries it with cannon fodder.

"Balhu, Li Qifeng, you bring 5,000 Han army flags and 5,000 Mongolian cavalry, go and test the strength of the Ming army first!"

Li Qifeng heard Prince Yu call his name and complained bitterly, but there was no way, disobeying the military order was only a dead end. Bal Hu didn't have the fancy thoughts of the Han people, and in his heart, the Ming army was vulnerable, and he was happy to hear Duoduo give up the first credit to himself, and quickly knelt down on one knee to receive the order.

Ma Kun, who was on the hill, saw that the Qing army five miles away had divided into about 5,000 infantry and 5,000 cavalry, and began to walk slowly, knowing that the battle had officially begun, and this was the first wave of tentative attacks.

"Pass the order down, enter the range artillery and fire freely!"

In order to sympathize with the horsepower, the Mongol cavalry did not charge at the beginning, they had to wait until the horse's muscles and bones were active, and they began to run in small steps within the range of three to two miles, and the last five hundred meters were full speed ahead, so at this time the Mongolian cavalry followed the Han infantry and walked slowly.

The artillery commander saw the Qing army on the opposite side lined up in a tight formation of five teams, and laughed: "These bastards really don't know how to write dead words, and the first three rounds are loaded with live ammunition!" "It's easier to deal with this kind of dense formation than anything else, and a single solid bullet can cause dozens of casualties in the crowd.

The Qing army soon moved into the range of the Twelve-pounder gun, which was a replica of the Napoleonic gun, which had a range of 2,000 meters, a full four miles. The first batch of solid bullets had 100 rounds, and immediately opened dozens of bloody holes in the dense formation of the Qing army's infantry, and each solid bullet caused an average of more than 10 deaths, and then the second batch of solid bullets arrived, and hundreds of casualties were killed, and the Qing army did not react to the third batch of solid bullets again, and these three solid bullet attacks reduced the Han infantry of 5,000 people by half, and 3,000 people fell on the battlefield. In this era, there was no army that could still hold on to the battle with one-third casualties, and after the initial panic, the Han army banner infantry found that their comrades around them had been killed by local artillery, and they fled back one after another.

The retreat of the infantry left the 5,000 Mongol cavalry exposed, and when Balhu saw the Han people so unbeaten, he shouted: "Mongol sons, the Han people are all waste, and it depends on us Mongolian men, rush up to kill all the Southern Ming barbarians, rob them of their women and property, may the eternal heaven bless you!" ”

Balhu can't help it, now there are still three miles away from the Ming army, which is not the best charging distance, but if the Ming army is allowed to fire artillery so well, the morale of his troops will collapse without going to Erli.

The Mongolian cavalry was lined up in the back just now, only seeing the Han army flag being attacked, and not seeing the tragic image of being hit by a solid bullet, and now hearing the generals say this, they all pulled out their waist swords and screamed, and began to let the horses run in small steps, ready to charge into battle.

Compared with the infantry, the cavalry formation was scattered, and the solid bullets had no good effect, and each shot could only hit one or two people.