In the history of human warfare, the number of troops is a major factor in determining success or failure, and even in some cases, it is a decisive factor. Fastest updates

This is evident in the early history of warfare. In the earliest days, the tribes fought directly against each other, and there were no special weapons at all. Everyone took the usual production tools, and then found a place for the two sides to stand, first beat the mouth cannon, and then rushed towards each other, and the two sides were in a scuffle.

At this time, it is natural that whichever side has more people will take advantage, which is similar to the appearance of street gangsters fighting in groups.

Later, with the continuous development of warfare, especially the emergence and development of various specialized weapons and armor, people began to study various tactics, and the art of war slowly appeared.

At this time, the role of numbers in the success or failure of the war is not so obvious.

Of course, the number of people in the era of cold weapons was still a major factor affecting the victory or defeat of wars.

It wasn't until the advent of artillery and muskets and the large-scale introduction to the battlefield that the numerical advantage was further reduced, and another factor became more important, and that was firepower.

Although the Qing army had more troops than the Jiang army, it was far inferior in terms of firepower.

Under the fierce bombardment of 100 artillery pieces of the Jiang army, coupled with the help of crossbowmen, musketeers and grenadiers, it did not take long for the Qing army's main front to be completely torn open.

Jiang Chuan keenly saw this opportunity and ordered the infantry line to continue to advance, continuing to fire at the Qing army's main position at a closer distance.

The continuous attacks of the Jiang army further expanded the confusion of the Qing army's own front, and a series of orders from Dolgon were issued, but they could not prevent the continuous collapse of the front.

Directly ahead was the fierce attack of the infantry and artillery of the Jiang family's army, and at this time the cavalry battle on both flanks also had a result.

The Manchurian cavalry and the Mongol cavalry had been completely defeated, and there were corpses and ownerless horses everywhere, and many Qing cavalry fled in all directions.

Di Qing and Ran Wu also knew that this was not the time to hunt down these routs.

The two of them gathered to catch up from behind, and had completely routed the follow-up troops of the Mongol cavalry, and each side coincidentally led 10,000 cavalry to attack the two flanks of the Qing army.

The flanks of the Qing army, which were not guarded by cavalry, were placed directly in front of the cavalry of the Jiang family army like a woman without clothes.

20,000 cavalry broke into the front of the Qing army almost without hindrance, rushing left and right, causing chaos in the Qing army's formation.

The two sides quickly cut through the Qing army's array and met in a central position.

"You continue to charge, I'll kill the thief chief!" Di Qing, who was wearing a bronze mask, saw Ran Wu from a distance, shouted and let out a long roar, and the spear swung towards Dolgon's position, and rushed over first.

The cavalry behind him immediately followed and rushed over.

Ran Wu understood, took his 10,000 cavalry, divided into ten thousand teams, stirred up the wind and clouds in the Qing army array, rampaged, and there was almost no enemy in front of him.

At this moment, Dolgon saw the flames everywhere and the chaos everywhere, his face was pale, and he had no time to wipe the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He knew that this battle had been lost by now, and he had no strength to return to heaven.

He just couldn't figure out why he was defeated so quickly, he had just become the prince of the Qing Dynasty, and the ambition in his chest had not yet had time to be displayed.

When Huang Taiji was there, he was suppressed. Now that Huang Taiji is dead, he has finally become the helmsman of the Qing Dynasty, and is preparing to use this battle to revive the prestige of the Qing Dynasty and sweep away the stumbling blocks of the Qing Dynasty in Liaodong in one fell swoop, so as to establish the prestige of his auxiliary prince.

The 60,000-strong army came in a mighty way, and originally thought that it must be to defeat the enemy in a devastating manner, recover the lost territory, and then pacify Liaodong, point at Datong, and peep into the great tomorrow.

But I didn't expect that everything was different from what I imagined. The biggest problem is that his enemies are far stronger and more difficult to deal with than he thinks.

Looking at the Qing army fleeing in a panic, Dolgon smiled bitterly in his heart. The Manchurian army, which was once known as invincible in the world, now looks as incompetent as a herd of sheep driven by others.

Is it true that God is no longer attached to me? Is it possible that the national fortunes of my Qing Dynasty are going to be so stagnant?

Dolgon's eyes were full of desolation, as if all his strength had been drained, and he leaned limply against the railing of the cloud cart behind him.

At this moment, he no longer wants to look at the situation on the battlefield, but he has been waiting for such a result after carefully enduring humiliation for many years, and he is already a little disheartened at the moment.

Di Qing took the lead, his hair was scattered, and the hideous and terrifying bronze mask made him look as powerful as the angry eyes of the Buddha beside him, and the Qing army that rushed up to block him all died with his big gun, and no one could stop him at all.

The iron cavalry behind him followed closely, protecting Di Qing on the one hand, and continuing to charge and kill on the other.

The Qing soldiers near Dolgon's cloud chariot were all the guards of the two white flags of Manchuria, that is, those specially selected elites, and the commanders of these people were none other than Dolgon's elder brother, Prince Ying Azig.

Although Azig was short-tempered and brave and unscrupulous, he was also a fierce general of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he was also loyal to his younger brother Dorgon.

Di Qing saw a member of the Qing army general rushing over, let out a long howl, his voice was full of excitement, lightly pinched the horse's belly, the big white horse under him understood, neighed, and his four hooves soared, and he jumped over the heads of the two Qing soldiers who stopped in front of him at once, and after landing, he happened to face Azig who pounced.

Di Qingren was in the air, his right hand had already grabbed the tail of the big gun, and he slammed it hard, smashing it towards Azig.

Azig was shocked, he didn't expect this masked enemy general's mount to be so powerful, and he was so violent, he didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly raised his gun to block.

Di Qing saw that he had been fooled, and a grim smile appeared behind the bronze mask. His move is already powerful, coupled with the fact that he is in the air, and he has a condescending advantage, this move is impossible to resist at all.

The big gun in Azig's hand is also a good weapon, but in a hurry to block Di Qing's powerful blow, the two guns converged, only to hear a click, and the big gun in Azig's hand suddenly turned into two.

The big gun in Di Qing's hand continued to smash down, smashing heavily on Azig's right shoulder.

I only heard the wailing of the war horse under Azig, and the four hooves broke in an instant, and went down. And Azig himself was also smashed by Di Qing's gun, and the entire bone in his right shoulder was shattered, and he screamed in pain, flew out of the horse, and fell heavily to the ground, fainting in an instant, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At this time, Di Qing even landed on the ground with the horse, and the big white horse was really a miracle horse, and after landing, he didn't pause at all, and continued to run forward with Di Qing.

The guards behind Azig saw that Di Qing was so powerful, and even the always brave Prince Azig fell under his move, and everyone was terrified and fearful.

It's just that as guards, if they dare to abandon the master and flee, then the whole family will be killed, so even if they are afraid of Di Qing, they have no choice but to rush up.

Di Qing didn't pay attention to these guards at all, he had only one goal, and that was Dolgon, who was high above the cloud chariot.

After packing up a few and rushing to the guards, Di Qing had already rushed to a distance of more than twenty paces in front of Dolgon's cloud chariot.

At this moment, he saw that a group of people had already embraced the cloud chariot, apparently trying to protect Dolgon's retreat.

And in front of him there was a large group of guards, at least hundreds.

If you want to kill these people and then kill Dorgon, it is obviously too late.

Di Qing suddenly leaned back on his horse, grabbed the barrel of the big gun with his right hand, and shouted loudly, the big gun in his hand came out of his hand, piercing the air like a heavy arrow shot by a strong bow, and shooting towards Dolgon on the cloud cart with a whistling sound.

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