Zhang Xianzhong, the eighth king, had an earthy yellow face, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or calm, and when he heard Liu Wenxiu finish speaking, he stood up and said solemnly:

"Which crack in the stone did this Wang Zheng jump out of, why did he suddenly become the emperor who entered Beijing, and what about the former Ming royal family, didn't they even resist?"

Seeing that the eight kings were asking about the rear of the Qi army, Liu Wenxiu understood that Zhang Xianzhong was actually not too optimistic about this battle, although Daxi gathered most of the main forces, claiming to be 300,000, the actual number was nearly 200,000.

But the other party's soldiers and horses are also not small, it is said that the king fought to destroy Dashun at that time known as a million kings, and now it is even more oppressive from all sides, it seems that the actual number of people is only a lot more than his own side.

The most important thing is not the number of people, the opponent's soldiers are full of food, and at first glance, they have been trained for a long time, and those forbidden troops are all murderous, obviously they are all veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time.

Although his side fought against the former Ming official army, after all, he had never fought with the Qi army, and many soldiers were already shocked and a little shaken when they looked at the opponent's posture.

If at this time, Zhang Xianzhong, who is the commander-in-chief, does not show a little toughness, and the Great Western Army is easy to be forced to collapse by the sound of the Qi army like the Great Shun Army in Xi'an City.

"Hmph, Li Zicheng is really unproductive, he surrendered without fighting, and he willingly returned to his hometown to retire after taking the name of King Chuang, this king can't learn from him!"

Zhang Xianzhong stood on the top of the mountain, with a mocking look on his face.

Seeing the confident appearance of the Eight Kings, although Liu Wenxiu knew that he was acting to show the rest of the generals, he finally had some confidence in his heart, and nodded heavily, but before he could make any moves, he heard the soles of his feet suddenly shake for a while, and his body was a little unstable.

"Boom, boom—"

In the loud noise, countless lead bullets poured down like rain on the army formation, but in an instant, the still neat army of the Great West became full of mourning.

The opponent fired solid bullets, although it did not kill many people, but it made many of the injured people lack arms and legs, and can only fall to the ground and howl miserably, directly losing their combat effectiveness.

"What about the artillery battalion, quickly pass on the king's order, return fire, return fire!"

The other party's fire without warning was the first shot of the decisive battle of Phoenix Mountain, and Zhang Xianzhong was angry on the one hand, and he took advantage of the danger of others, and started fighting without waiting for himself to be ready.

On the other hand, he couldn't swallow this breath and immediately came up with his own way to deal with it.

In fact, Zhang Xianzhong took advantage of the fact that Wang Zheng, Dolgon, and Li Zicheng were fighting each other in the Beizhili area last year, and the development in Sichuan was called a flourishing situation.

At that time, the Qi army did not have enough troops to take care of the Sichuan area, and at most it could only stabilize the situation in Yunnan, which made Zhang Xianzhong, as in history, quickly take the opportunity to become bigger.

Due to Li Dingguo's personal reasons, the Qi army suffered a sudden ambush, and one of them was killed, and more than 60,000 people were killed in the first battle, with heavy losses.

The main force of the Qi army, which was responsible for pacifying Yunnan, was almost wiped out, and the situation in Yunnan and Guizhou, which had tended to be stable, was equivalent to being directly collapsed by Li Dingguo in the first battle.

Xing Yidao concentrated the remaining soldiers and horses, but the number was far inferior to Li Dingguo's department, and at most he could only retreat step by step, but it was difficult to advance an inch.

At that stage, Zhang Xianzhong took advantage of the rising tide in the south, and took the opportunity to capture a lot of artillery from the former Ming official army, and symbolically set up an artillery battalion.

After the order was given, many people immediately pushed large and small artillery trucks to stop in turn and began to skillfully set up artillery camp positions.

These soldiers of the artillery battalion of the Great Western Army, in fact, many of them are soldiers of the former Ming Dynasty, Zhang Xianzhong is similar to Li Zicheng in this regard, and he will not go through any rectification at all, and after surrendering, he will generally directly use his original position, which is also convenient.

Even though these artillerymen knew how to set up artillery, and their techniques were impeccable compared to those of the Qi gunners, they used almost all the Qianming artillery originally captured in Sichuan, and the gap between the artillery could not be bridged even by the most skilled gunners.

Among these artillery, only a small number of general cannons can hurt the Qi army, and the ordinary general cannons that have been phased out in the Qi army are rare treasures in the Great Western Army.

In addition, most of the remaining copper and iron cannons have been eliminated for a long time, and these are even forcibly removed from the city wall by the soldiers of the Great Western Army, and they need to be taken down from the car to find a good position to put them in, dig a pit and bury the soil to fix it, and then clean the inner chamber before putting the lead bullet in.

"Boom, bang——!"

Watching the second salvo of the Qi Firearms Battalion on the opposite hill arrive as scheduled, the level of neatness was simply beyond the comprehension of these gunners.

The opposing gunners did not have to care about the quality of the artillery at all, and as the officers shouted orders, they all ran forward and backward in an orderly manner, and after cleaning the gun body, they pushed the lead bullets out of the breech, and all that remained was to wait for the launch.

The firearms battalion of the Qi army against the Daxi artillery battalion is simply an overwhelming advantage, and the two cannot be compared at all.

The Hongyi cannons taken out by the Qi army were roughly counted as many as a dozen, not to mention those Shenwei general cannons and heavy Franco machine batteries, all of which were placed in the back mountains, which were simply all over the mountains.

This war surpassed any previous war in the Central Plains, hundreds of artillery pieces of the Qi army were placed one after another, and after the firearms battalion commander shouted the order, they were fired one after another, forming a black rain like a cluster of arrows and smashing down.

After the second round of volleys, the Great Western Army suffered heavy casualties, and the formation tended to collapse before it could make contact.

"Zhang Heng, immediately lead the eighteen Zhai horse team to raid the Qi army firearms battalion, you can't let them fire in turns so comfortably, it's all over if you go on like this!"

After the shock, Liu Wenxiu immediately reacted and began to issue orders.

Both sides are arrayed between the Phoenix Mountains, which is a point that Zhang Xianzhong thinks is beneficial to himself, and almost all of the people in the Great Western Army are Sichuan and Shu people, who know the situation in the mountains well, and it is easy to play.

The distance between the two armies is not far, no matter how powerful the Qi army's artillery is, it will definitely take time to prepare for the next round after the salvo, and it is naturally the best choice to send cavalry to raid and harass during this gap.

At this time, the horsemen of the Eighteen Villages could no longer care about the combat effectiveness shown by the opponent's horsemen when they were hedging, so they could only urge the horses one after another, and followed the commander Zhang Heng to rush towards the north side of the mountain.

In the end, the horse teams of these eighteen villages are all good at fighting, not only react quickly, but also know very well before the battle, the eighteen village heads, invariably divide each horse team into eighteen medium-sized teams, and directly fight the firearms battalion that the Qi army is preparing for the next round of salvo.

The eighteen horses of the Great Western Army gathered and scattered, and they were very flexible, and the Qi army rode to follow and divided into eighteen sentinels, one of whom followed one, which was a bit passive.

"Liu Wenxiu, you also take the foot soldiers!"

Since it is a battle, it must not only be the horse team that comes forward, once it is surrounded and killed by the opponent's infantry army, few will be able to escape, Zhang Xianzhong can't stand this loss, and immediately ordered the follow-up infantry to follow up.

There were more than 4,000 horses in the eighteen villages, followed by a large number of foot soldiers of the Great Western Army, and they rushed directly towards the several infantry phalanxes of the Qi army at the front.