After only a short period of work, more and more Qing soldiers in the rear team discovered the disappearance of Tong Tulai and his banner, and then looked at the tragic situation of his comrades in the front team, and endless panic immediately rose in his heart, and the pride before the charge was gone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The power of a salvo of dozens of artillery pieces was by no means something that a sea of people could fight, and the fire battalion in Huguang Town used two salvos to teach the screaming pigtailed soldiers a good lesson. At present, the formation of the cavalry of the Qing army, especially the front team, has completely fallen into chaos, and there is no way to see the original appearance, and the wilderness is full of corpses of men and horses and war horses scurrying around. Tong Tulai's death made the Qing soldiers in the rear who were lucky enough to escape the artillery fire also completely lose their backbone, their eyes were full of panic and confusion, but they were still rushing towards the Ming army in front of the Ming army under the drive of strong inertia.

In the front row of the Ming army's formation, the artillerymen had all retreated after the launch, after all, the distance of the Qing army's charge was not very long, and it was impossible for them to have a second chance to calmly load and fire.

As soon as the artillerymen began to retreat, several rows of musketeers quickly stepped forward, taking their previous positions and coming behind the still steaming cannons. At the sound of the officer's command, the flintlock musketeers in the first row raised their already loaded flintlock pistols and aimed them at the rumbling Qing cavalry.

"Put!" The officers of the musket squad shouted hoarsely.

"Bang!" "Bang!" …… A narrow white smoke immediately rose in front of the Ming army, and in the dense explosion like popping beans, the frightened Qing cavalry once again fell like dry grass swept by the wind.

Four or five hundred flintlock muskets were fired together, and the power should not be underestimated. Although it couldn't catch up with the artillery, under the cover of this kind of lead bullet like a goddess, it was difficult for the Qing cavalry who rushed to the front to survive.

Rushing through the blood mist in the sky, the cavalry of the Qing army was still overwhelming.

The second row of Ming musketeers also raised their birds. The lit fiery rope on the gun was already sizzling.

Today's Huguang Town musket team is equipped with bird guns and flintlock guns ignited by fire ropes at the same time, and when they are arranged in a three-stage or five-stage strike formation, they are generally arranged at intervals with a row of bird guns and a row of flintlock pistols. Bird gun though in the way of ignition

and a slight lack of adaptability to the weather, but also has its own advantages, in the rate of mute fire is much lower than the flintlock pistol.

"Put!" The musket officer's voice was filled with excitement and excitement.

"Bang!" "Bang!" …… White smoke and a dense burst of gunfire returned.

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After only three rounds of firing, a swarm of Qing cavalry was firmly pinned twenty paces away from the Ming army's formation. The corpses of the men and horses that fell earlier had been piled up into a good barrier in front of the Ming army, and the Qing soldiers who rushed in the follow-up had already lost their complete formation. From time to time, people and horses were tripped and fell to the ground, either beaten into a sieve by the muskets of the Ming army or trampled to death by the war horses running behind.

Under the dense and continuous firepower of the army of Huguang Town, blood and rain flew on the battlefield. The exclamations of the people and the sorrow of the horses merged into a miserable concerto, and the once invincible soldiers of the Eight Banners fell from their horses in pieces, making one last intimate contact with the earth, and the blood that flowed out gathered into streams that soaked large areas of soil.

Time. The original fierce charge of the Qing cavalry has become extremely soft, and it has completely lost its threatening effect on the Ming army, but it has not broken up for the time being under the constraints of military discipline. But. How long this state of affairs can last is not optimistic. A small number of brave men were not willing to be defeated. Roaring and riding his horse, he rode past the corpses of the men and horses in front of him and continued to rush towards the Ming army's formation, but at most he ran twenty paces away before being swept off his horse by a dense number of projectiles. This distance has almost become a trench in front of the Ming army.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Pang Yue couldn't help but think of a movie he had seen in his previous life, the Battle of Bali Bridge in the Second Opium War, where the Mongolian horse team attacked the battle formation of the British and French coalition forces under the command of Seng Greenxin, and turned into live targets under the attack of the intensive infantry artillery fire of the coalition army.

At that time, Pang Yue sighed at the pale weakness of the individual martial arts in the era of cold weapons under the bombardment of firepower in the era of hot weapons, and now after seeing this similar scene with his own eyes, his heart is even more shocked. Those simple-minded barbarians who vainly try to challenge advanced military technology with brute force, no matter who they are, are destined to be ruthlessly swept into the dustbin of history.

Although the firearms used in Huguang Town at present are not advanced, due to the modern army training system introduced by Pang Yue, coupled with the hard training of the soldiers in peacetime, the role played by them is by no means comparable to that of those weak Ming troops. And with the update of equipment in the future, the combat effectiveness that bursts out will continue to rise. For all this, Pang Yue has full confidence.

On the battlefield, the dense sound of guns continued, and the rising white smoke even blocked the sight of some of the musketeers in Huguang Town, coupled with the roaring of all kinds of people and horses, even the commanders' orders became a little blurred, and the non-commissioned officers of the musket team almost relied on the reflex created by their usual training to raise their guns and shoot. But even so, the cavalry of the Qing army, which had suffered heavy losses, still could not rush through the previous "moat", and the piercing wails of the war horses seemed to tell all kinds of unwillingness to the sky.

Listening to the sound of the sky in front of them, after a period of adaptation, the soldiers of the trapped camp and the sword and shield soldiers of the Gangfeng battalion and the broken barracks, and the pikemen have completely lost the tension before the battle, and have been replaced by a desire to fight. Including those recruits, their faces were full of excitement and anticipation, and the Tartars couldn't rush for such an old day, which had greatly encouraged their courage. Many of them even began to worry that by the time they went into battle, the enemy army had already been killed and scattered, and there was no more to be done.

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The cavalry of the Qing army finally collapsed, facing such a skillful firearms battle array, feeling the baptism of blood and rain, and the last line of defense in their hearts had been completely crushed. The once invincible and invincible tactics used by their own side had no room to play in front of this Ming army, and the cavalry and archery skills that they were proud of and had beaten countless Ming troops were completely denied a chance to be displayed. What could be more desperate than the fact that those companions who were skilled in bows and horses and had made countless feats in battle were beaten to pieces before they even touched the edge of the Ming army?

Oh my God, is it the Ming army or Yama who is standing in the way? Many Qing cavalry had indescribable fear on their faces, and Gushan Ezhen was also killed in battle. They have completely lost the courage and conviction to continue fighting. Under these circumstances, strict military discipline did not help, and some of the Qing soldiers, driven by terror, began to turn their horses and gallop back, hoping to escape from this place that had caused them endless fear as soon as possible.

Soon, this spontaneous individual action soon evolved into a collective trend, and the Qing cavalry, which had previously been surging forward, fled north like a tide.

The Tartars are defeated! The faces of the soldiers in Huguang Town were filled with ecstatic expressions, if it weren't for the constraints of military discipline. They had already shouted. The once invincible Eight Banners were defeated in the field battle in this way, although it was just some fake Tartars, but this result was still exciting.

"Order, the cavalry of the Flying Tiger Battalion and the Governor Battalion will pursue first! The rest of the battalions followed, "Pang Yue struggled to control the surging tide in his heart. An order was given to pursue.

Subsequently, as soon as the Chinese army ordered the flag to move, the 2,000 cavalry of the Flying Tiger Battalion and the Supervisory Battalion, which had rested for a period of time behind the battle, began to all sort, lined up in a strict offensive formation, and chased after the defeated soldiers of the Qing army with the white flag of the Han army.

The infantry of the three battalions of Gangfeng, Trapping, and Breaking Army also began to follow. The pace of more than 10,000 soldiers shook the sky. The position of the musketeers in the front row has been taken by the pikemen, and the spears pointed diagonally forward resemble a dense forest of steel.

"Sons, kill the captives with me! Chop up those bitches! Shi Youliang grabbed the reins with his left hand and raised his big knife with his right hand. Roared loudly at a gallop.

"Kill!" "Kill!" …… Shi Youliang's shout immediately attracted endless resonance. The soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion were chased for more than ten miles before, and many soldiers were unfortunately chased and hacked to death by the Qing soldiers. It's really aggrieved. Now is the time for revenge, and everyone is clutching their weapons. Roar and vent to your heart's content, like a pack of howling wolves.

Facing the defeat and return of his own cavalry like a tide, Zu Zepei, who was in the final formation, was dumbfounded, and endless sadness welled up in his heart. As early as when Tong Tulai's banner disappeared, he expected his own defeat, but when this scene really came, he still couldn't accept it. After all, he is also a banner man, and the rise and fall of the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry is closely related to him.

As the white flag of the Han army, Zu Zepei also wanted to make a final effort, trying to stop the fleeing rout with his position and prestige, and turned his head to fight to the death with the Ming army. Only then, maybe there is the last glimmer of hope to turn over, even if you die in battle, it is better than being caught up and hacked to death by the Ming army in humiliation.

But Zu Zepei soon discovered that his title of Melerzhangjing was not even bullshit in the eyes of the defeated soldiers who had lost all faith and were only concerned about fleeing for their lives. When he ordered the defeated soldiers to gather their ranks and turn back to meet the battle, no one listened. In a fit of rage, he ordered the Goshkha around him to kill the routs who did not obey the order nearby, as an example. Unexpectedly, it attracted the crazy revenge of the irrational rout, and in the blink of an eye, most of the Goshkha were killed. Subsequently, the hundreds of cavalry who had been following him in the rear also joined the fleeing group.

At this moment, more than 2,000 foot soldiers of the Green Battalion had just arrived, and before they could see the situation in front of them, they were rushed by the surging Han army with white flags. Some of the officers and soldiers of the Han army with white flags who fled in defeat even hated the green battalion soldiers who stood in front of them and cut them with their swords. Where would the unsuspecting Green Battalion soldiers have thought that such a thing would be hit by horses and bleeding from the nose or chopped flesh and blood.

The cavalry of the Han army with white flags finally found their advantage in front of the foot soldiers, but they were not the foot soldiers of the Ming army.

"Dog Tartar! Lao Tzu worked for you, but you killed people like mad dogs! Lao Tzu will not let you go! A green battalion who had been knocked to the ground spat blood from his mouth and cursed with his last strength, and then was trampled to death by a scurrying warhorse.

The defeated soldiers of the Qing army fled in confusion, and the cavalry of the Flying Tiger Battalion and the Supervisory Battalion quickly bit the tail of the defeated army after a short chase and rushed into its formation to slash and slash. Suddenly, the blood rained everywhere, the heads rolled, and the Qing soldiers who fled in embarrassment suffered heavy losses again, but almost no one dared to turn back to face the battle in a panic, even if there were a few alternatives, they quickly became the ghosts of the Ming army.

The members of the Hongyi artillery crew on the small hill on the east side also replaced the cannon with shotguns and bombarded the Qing army's defeated front team fiercely, which further inflicted its losses and accelerated its confusion.

Seeing that the main force was scattered, the cavalry of the Qing army, who were fighting with the cavalry of Changde Town and Wugang Town on both flanks, also had no will to fight, and turned their horses and withdrew. Seeing this scene, Wang Yuncai and Chen Youlong greatly increased their confidence, and according to the plan agreed before, they led their cavalry to join the chasing team.

The Qing army was defeated more and more, and finally even the green battalion soldiers joined in. Subsequently, on the way, the defeated army encountered the clothed Ahabs who were carrying a heavy load of grain and grass. Like many of the green battalion soldiers just now, a large number of Baoyi died at the hands of their own people before they could figure out what was going on, and those Baoyi Aha who escaped also threw down their baggage and joined the fleeing team... )