Chapter Eighty-Three: Hand-to-Arms
The five thousand cavalry were scattered almost in the blink of an eye, and immediately made Turtu realize the uniqueness of this Ming army. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
However, as a relatively smart grassland general, his qualifications made him very aware of the sharpness of the Ming army's firearms, and he was also familiar with the shortcomings of firearms.
The range is long and powerful, but it is well known in Tuertu, which is a problem with reloading and reloading, as well as the problem that the barrel heats up due to too many shots of lead bullets and can easily lead to explosions. So when his own son was beaten, his expression did not change in the slightest, and Turtu was waiting, waiting for the next moment when the firearms of the Ming army could not be used because of the scorching heat, and then it was the time for him to strike a thunderous blow.
Zhu Houzhao also understood the shortcomings of firearms in the Ming Dynasty, and according to this situation, it was already a matter of time before the bird gun in the hands of the soldiers exploded.
But he was also waiting, waiting for the Tatar cavalry to charge him in this land, waiting for the opportunity for victory that the geographical advantage would bring him.
Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later, the firepower of the Ming army led by Zhu Houzhao began to thin out, and under Zhu Houzhao's deliberate command, a considerable number of foot soldiers died down in advance and stopped firing ammunition without overheating the barrel.
As for the 100 thunderbolts that blocked the Tartar cavalry from charging forward, they also had a tendency to be dumb after two rounds in one go. However, despite this, the Thunderbolt still succeeded in blocking the more than 5,000 horsemen who were the first to charge on the Tatar side.
The battlefield between the two sides was full of corpses on the Tatar side, wounded horses neighing, wounded soldiers howling, and this short journey of a little more than half a mile has become the bloodiest Shura field in hell.
Hearing that the Ming army began to thin out, and seeing the occasional explosions on the Ming army's position from a distance, Tuertu knew that the opportunity had come, and the Ming army's bird guns had begun to explode.
The case of the bombing chamber is like a domino, as long as one of them appears, the others will not be too far away.
Tuertu didn't express too much dissatisfaction when he saw the remnants of the defeated soldiers withdrawn from the battlefield, but just said lightly to regroup the troops and horses, you are still the vanguard.
With Turtu's order, there were now about 12,000 Tatar soldiers left ready to charge.
It had been mentioned earlier that the lethality of the cavalry depended on the powerful shock force of the formation of a torrent, but that method was obviously used when two cavalry armies carved into each other or broke through a dense infantry position.
However, in recent days, Zhu Houzhao's platoon formation did not form a large-scale infantry position at all, and the sparse military towns in comparison made Tuertu feel that there was no need to charge in clusters at all, and even the goose-shaped formations and arrow-shaped formations that were commonly used before were not deliberately formed, allowing the cavalry troops scattered all over the mountains and fields to rush over in a swarm.
In this case, as long as they can rush through the rain of bullets and bullets of the Ming army, then they will no longer be greeted by death, but will harvest as they want.
After seeing that the Tatar army made a move to charge the whole army, Zhu Houzhao immediately issued an order to reload the Thunderbolt. As long as the Tatars entered the vitality range of the Ming army, they would be greeted by round after round of shotgun volleys.
The sound of gunpowder that had just died down was lively again, but by this time the Tatar cavalry had already had to fire arrows on the Xuan, and it was difficult for the cavalry to turn back once they had increased their charge. Besides, the Tartar iron cavalry is in the world, and they have no habit of turning around and fleeing when they charge.
It was another new round of tragic blows, the only difference was that this time Zhu Houzhao went all out, and a hundred thunderbolts roared in unison from different positions.
A hundred iron cucumbers flew out to cover a radius of almost three hundred feet, and the huge wave of air generated by the explosion set off a violent wind at the end of autumn, and countless Tatar cavalry fell from their horses with a scream of this fierce wind.
However, this is nothing, according to Zhu Houzhao's calculations, when all six guns of the new Thunderbolt are empty, the Tatar cavalry will be attrition of at least 5,000 people. This is the best outcome to accept in the face of carpet bombing cheats clusters that won't look for cover.
However, Zhu Houzhao was disappointed, and successive waves of bombardment did not inflict the expected casualties on the Tatars. Almost after the explosion of the first round, the damned Tatar brutes with bright eyelids completed the thrilling maneuvers that were enough to get a perfect score in the equestrian arena before the second wave of iron cucumbers hit the air, hiding in the belly of the horse!
Such a cruel practice, regardless of the casualties of horses, had a miraculous effect in such a situation.
Zhu Houzhao never thought that there would be such a scene, but this was not what he cared about. Earlier, he had chosen this place as the battlefield, and he had taken a fancy to the newly formed Yellow Flood Area, under the care of the autumn tigers, a thin layer of soil on top, and a soft and rotten mud underneath.
The speed of the Tatar horse team quietly slowed down imperceptibly, and Zhu Houzhao's Jiangsu and Zhejiang new armies gradually became sparse after almost no time, and the barrels of the guns that had been fought for a long time had become red, especially the arquebuses could be fired at any time almost without much effort.
Turtu found out about the embarrassment of the Ming army, and immediately became overjoyed, and roared wildly: "Sons, rush, the three-plate axe of the Ming dog has been completed, as long as you advance another hundred steps, their dog's head will be hung on your saddle!" ”
Needless to say, the Tatar barbarian, who felt the pressure decreased, immediately cheered up, drew his sword and rushed towards the position of the Ming army.
The last short hundred steps.
However, Tultu was obviously taught by the math teacher, and he did not understand even the simplest counting.
The Ming army's three-plate axe has only been turned twice so far, and the last one is waiting for them within this short range of a hundred steps.
"Pull!" Zhu Houzhao shouted.
Immediately, among the Tartars, whose hooves were sunk into the mud and the horses were turned on their backs, the iron cucumbers that had pulled out the radishes and brought out the mud within a radius of several hundred feet were suddenly pulled out of the earth, and eighty out of ten were successfully uncorked.
Rumble! Rumble!
Suddenly, the mud less than fifty paces away from the front of the Ming army exploded, and countless mud burst out more than a person high, and the fresh mud was mixed with a small amount of steel balls. Although it was not possible to inflict too many casualties on the Tatars, it was enough to make them disgraced and cover their vision.
The mud stumbled over the horse's legs, and the two men and horses fought in a complete foot battle in a short distance of twenty paces.
Zhu Houzhao's face showed a smug smile: "Ten thousand against eight thousand, I have a grenade but you don't have it." ”
I won this battle after all!
Looking at the group of Tatar barbarians struggling in the mud, Zhu Houzhao threw out the last iron cucumber in his hand - the wrath of the Ming Dynasty!