Chapter Eighty-Three: The Blood of West Lake
Yue Wang Temple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"Kneel!"
After He Jin finished speaking, he held his helmet, knelt on one knee with a saber in his hand, and behind him, the three thousand Ming troops were neatly arranged in three phalanxes, all holding helmets, rifles or sabers kneeling on one knee, in the moonlight, a piece of armor reflected a cold silver light like water, and the spears pointing to the sky emitted bursts of murderous aura.
"Up!"
After a brief pause, he stood up and spoke.
The three thousand Ming troops stood silently.
"Let's go, after worshipping Lord Yue, then go on to kill the Tartars!"
He Jin said with a helmet stamped with nickel-chromium steel plates.
At this time, Oroshun led 3,000 elite soldiers of the Eight Banners, and also guarded 12,000 bannermen, old, weak, women and children, quietly opened the Qiantang Gate, and then lined up in a long line carefully out of Hangzhou City, along the road between the city wall and the West Lake to the north. Their destination is to turn west to the nearest Lin'an, so that nominally it can be said to abandon Hangzhou to protect Lin'an, of course, if the Ming army is still unforgiving, they will have to run north to Anji, anyway, as long as they avoid the water network area in eastern Zhejiang, they can basically stay away from Yang Feng's claws.
"These Diao people, Lao Tzu must kill them all if he fights back!"
As soon as he thought of the countless small wooden boats on the Qiantang River that spontaneously rushed to help the Ming army, E Luoshun hated the root of his teeth, and he took one last look at the city of Hangzhou, and couldn't help but be secretly ruthless there.
Of course, he can only be ruthless.
In fact, he also understood that in view of the combat effectiveness of the Ming army, if there was no major turning point in the future, the imperial court would probably never be able to recapture Hangzhou, and the results of the Battle of Zhenhai had clearly proved how difficult it was to recapture a city controlled by the Ming army, or how desperate, and it could be said that a Ming army with sufficient logistics supplies was almost invincible......
Well, while the result was dismal, he also had to admit that it was a fact.
Daqing, what happened to our Daqing, how did a good prosperous era become like this? How did the once invincible Eight Banners elite soldiers be beaten into dogs? How did the once obedient slaves become beasts with sharp teeth and claws?
With countless confusion and embarrassment, Erluoshun walked with confidence.
Behind him, a long dragon composed of fifteen thousand people, hundreds of carriages, thousands of war horses and horses was pouring out of Qiantang Gate, and three thousand elite soldiers of the Eight Banners lined up in a long line to guard the outside, slowly leaving the city with infinite loss. This long dragon is too long, and even the front has passed the Zhaoqing Temple that has just burned down, and the back has not yet come out of the garrison city, but the green camp in the city still hasn't noticed it at all. Zhang Zhidong was leading his Fubiao and those gentry to gather in Wangjiangmen, ******** waiting for a decisive battle with the Ming army, not knowing that their comrades-in-arms had quietly run away.
But Oroshun also didn't know that less than fifty zhang away from him, the three thousand Ming troops were already waiting quietly.
"Ready!"
In order to prevent exposure, He Jin, who had deliberately smeared mud on his armor, stood behind a bush, looked at the long dragon moving slowly in the moonlight, and whispered with a rifle with a bayonet on it.
The same orders were constantly passed on both sides, and on the two-mile-long ambush line, lying in the grass, hiding behind trees, lying on the buildings, the muzzles of all the Ming soldiers, were quickly aimed at the long line of Qing troops lined up in front, and all targets were those cavalry. Once the 3,000 cavalry reacted, it was not a small trouble, only the infantry and no artillery of the Ming army, if it really evolved into an infantry and cavalry confrontation, the result was still difficult to predict, so the first wave of attacks must take out as many cavalry as possible.
Oroshun was defenseless, and the long dragon behind him grew longer and longer, and almost half of it entered the ambush line.
"Fire!"
He Jin suddenly roared, almost at the same time, he pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand, and in the crisp gunshot, a Qing army officer on the opposite side shook suddenly, and then fell off the horse, and this shot was an order, almost in the blink of an eye, countless gunshots rang out one after another, with the sound of breaking the air, one by one lead bullets, instantly hit the bodies of those Qing soldiers who were caught off guard, and in the blood splash, these Eight Banners elite soldiers fell down like dead dogs one by one.
Oroshun was stunned.
He looked at the direction of the gunfire with some confusion, and before he could come to his senses, a bullet went directly into the head of the war horse under his crotch, and the carefully selected horse fell to the ground with a scream, and immediately crushed the general under him. Behind him, the whole team was in chaos, especially the old and weak women and children were even more panicked and overwhelmed, and even some carriages subconsciously turned around, which further aggravated the chaos of the scene, and the screams and cries in the moonlight became a one.
By this time, the hidden Ming troops had quickly stood up, loaded their rifles as fast as they could, and then aimed at the remaining Qing troops again and pulled the trigger.
"Enemy attack!"
At this time, the Qing army finally reacted, and hundreds of cavalry immediately urged their horses to rush straight to the Ming army in the screams, but almost at the same time, the guns rang out, and the Qing army fell in an instant, but because the Ming army was not in formation, the firepower of the shooting was relatively sparse, and there were still more than 200 cavalry who slipped through the net. But they also did not have time to complete the charge, but were sparsely scattered along a road about two miles long, and at once all the horsemen whipped their horses desperately, charging at full speed on the soft and obstructed land of the lake. But unfortunately, the environment limited their speed, and by the time they rushed through the fifty zhang distance, the Ming soldiers, who could almost see each other's faces, had raised their rifles again.
Immediately after that, the dense gunfire rang out again.
It was like being swept by a two-mile-long stick, accompanied by the smoke of black powder under the moonlight, almost all the cavalry on more than two hundred war horses fell at the same time, and only less than twenty cavalry crashed into the middle of the Ming army, but what was waiting for them was the spear spurs that stabbed from both sides at the same time, and the spear thorns that flashed with cold light instantly submerged into the bodies of the war horses, and then pulled out in their mournful sounds, and the cavalry immediately tightened the reins in vain, but still could not stop the fall of the war horses.
Then the same spear stabbed into their bodies.
"Queue up!"
He Jin, who had just pulled out a bayonet from a Qing cavalryman, hurriedly shouted loudly as he looked at the Qing army reinforcements that were rapidly approaching outside Hangzhou.
The nearest hundreds of soldiers around him immediately ran over, and soon lined up in two horizontal lines with their rifles in hand, while the reinforced Qing army was rapidly advancing along the main road between the city wall and the lake. But because of the chaos of the situation on the road, they were greatly hindered, and the war horses couldn't run at all, especially those chaotic U-turn carriages even blocked the road in a few places, seeing this situation, He Jin did not hesitate to give the order to fire, and the hundreds of Ming troops who were hurriedly assembled aimed and shot across the lake nearly 100 zhang wide.
Although it is practically impossible to aim, this tactic of shooting in dense formations only needs to aim at the general direction, and there are always some salvos of hundreds of rifles that can hit the target, and the bullets quickly make dozens of cavalry clear the corpses on the road, which aggravates the blockage of the road, and those cavalry trapped on the road do their best to clear the road, but the result is more and more chaotic.
At this time, the Ming army was still mechanically loading, aiming, pulling the trigger, and the bullets continued to hit the Qing army at an average frequency of less than 30 seconds, and those unlucky cavalry were like lining up between the lake shore and the city wall to be shot, and the dead bodies of people and war horses continued to fall down one after another in the round of gunshots, and blood poured out of their bodies, gradually merging into the West Lake, which was close at hand.
When Oroshun struggled to crawl out from under the corpse of the war horse, such a miserable scene unfolded in front of him.
The general didn't know how to burst into a fierce battle, he brandished his saber and roared and rushed towards the opposite Ming army, behind him some retired veterans of the Eight Banners also took up arms, shouting and launching a desperate charge, and even some strong women took up arms. And on the opposite side of them, those Ming troops who were running out of their hiding places and going to reinforce He Jin immediately raised their guns, and with a dense burst of gunfire, E Luoshun's body trembled like leaves in a rainstorm, and finally fell helplessly, and the veterans of the Eight Banners behind him also fell.
"What's going on?"
On the upper floor of Wangjiangmen City, Zhang Zhidong listened to the gunfire in the direction of Qiantang Gate in amazement.
As a feudal official raised by Kang Mazi, he really had the intention of fighting a bloody battle with the Ming army to repay the king's kindness this time, especially after Luo Shun vowed to defend Hangzhou, although he knew that this guy was using his Fubiao Green Battalion as cannon fodder, but he did not complain, the Green Battalion was originally cannon fodder, and the Green Battalion was subjected to the Ming army's artillery fire at Qiantang Gate.
But he never expected it......
"My lord, that Oroshun ran away with the Eight Banners, not only did they run away, but even all the banner people stationed in the city also ran away, we were sold by this group of bastards, they deliberately deceived us into defending Wangjiangmen, but they took the opportunity to slip away!"
Before Zhang Zhidong could send someone to check, one of his subordinates ran over and said with a smile on his face.
"Bastard, damn it!"
Even with Zhang Zhidong's self-cultivation, he couldn't help but scold, but he reacted immediately and shouted angrily: "Then what are you laughing at?" ā
"My lord, I didn't finish my humble duties, the Ming army didn't know how to get the letter, so they ambushed outside the Qiantang Gate, Oroshun and the people were blocked by people just out of the city, and now more than 10,000 people are lining up at the root of the west city wall waiting to be shot!"
The garrison said happily.
"Huh?!"
Zhang Zhidong didn't know whether he should laugh or not.
"My lord, the Ming army has attacked!"
At this moment, there was a sudden scream beside him.
(It's late, I'm sorry, I've been messing around lately, it's hot, and the children are making trouble, it's really hard)