At night, Takasugi knelt on one knee in the grass more than half a man's height with a Dryser shotgun in his grip, and stared directly at the rapidly approaching torch-wielding team in front of him.

More than 500 officers and soldiers of the Eighth Samurai Battalion where he belonged were now in the grass less than 300 steps away from the Ming army camp, lined up in two horizontal rows, quietly lurking and waiting. Due to the way samurai battalions are organized and recruited, samurai from the same clan or neighboring clans are often grouped into the same battalion. So on both sides of Takasugi are Choshu fellow villagers, on the left is Aritomo Yamaguchi, who looks ugly and a bit like a mouse, and on the right is Kazusei Maehara. Yama is only 16 years old, while Maehara is 20 years old. They are all samurai from the bottom of the family, and there should be no hope of making a fortune in Japan...... Unless there's a reshuffling of the curtain war! Therefore, becoming a courtier of the Shugong has become the best opportunity for them to get higher treatment.

Fu Fang raised his only arm at this time and gave the order to stop advancing. Of course, he didn't know that less than 300 steps away from him, there were some Japanese who were very powerful in history lurking—Ritsu Okubo, Katsura Kogoro, Takasugi Shinsaku, Yama Prefecture Aritomo, and Maehara Kazusei. Further afield, there are Saigo Takanaga, Sakamoto Ryoma, Shimazaki Katsuta (Corporal of the Yokogawa Domain), and Hijikata Toshizo (a tailor in Yokohama-cho and is currently a military doctor).

"Lord Toto!" Several co-leaders rode their horses to Fu Fang.

Fu Fang took advantage of the moonlight to look at the hazy Ming army camp in the night, there was no fire, it was quiet. But whoever believes that the Ming army there is sleeping soundly, then his head must have been broken by the door panel.

"There must be prepared...... However, in a hurry, it will be difficult to arrange a strong formation. Fu Fang said in a deep voice: "So there is still a chance." Eight co-impacts in turn! Pass the order down. The first to storm the camp. The official is promoted to the third level, and the reward is 1,000 taels of silver, and the beheading is 1 level, and the reward is 50 taels of silver! ”

After announcing the reward in the order in which the charges were deployed, Fu Fang waved his men to prepare for the attack, while he sat on horseback to supervise the battle, but in his heart he remembered the city of Maiying, which was Yi Xin's strongest stronghold on Chinese soil. Now it is likely that he has been besieged by the Ming Rebellion, and if the city is not defended, he should spend the rest of his life in Russia, if there is still the second half of his life.

"Ready to shoot!"

Takasugi heard his platoon commander give an order and raised the Dresser shotgun, which had been loaded. In sight, a group of lancers in yellow cotton armor were forming a formation, they were located less than 300 paces from the muzzle of Takasugi's gun, which was already within the power range of the Dresser pin gun, but the order to fire did not come.

"The heroes of the Eight Banners of Manchuria, this is the first battle for us to re-enter the Central Plains! Our ancestors are watching us from the sky! Kill all those dogs!! ”

The camp of the Ming army remained quiet. Fu Fang drew his saber and shouted the order to charge.

This lancer is the elite of the Zhenghuang Banner horse team to which Yi Xin belongs, except for the war horse under the crotch or the Mongolian horse. The training and combat mode were European, and if the Manchus had had such an elite cavalry five years ago, the outcome of the Battle of Huaxian might have been completely different.

Now that the Ming Dynasty has risen and the Manchu Qing Dynasty has declined, only the last two breaths are left, and under such a crisis, it naturally stimulates the bloodiness of the children of the Eight Banners. Although it is too late, and it is impossible to revive the Qing Dynasty, it is ...... After all, you can't let Daming have a good time, which is also the common idea of all the children of the Eight Banners.

In response to this thought, there was a burst of gunfire, and the Dressey firing pin gun of the Ming samurai battalion, lurking in the grass, spoke. More than 500 rifles fired at the same time, and the bullets fired were like a burst of lightning sweeping, and the Eight Banners cavalry, who were still alive just now, and wanted to pull Da Ming to sink together with their spears trembled like an electric shock and fell off their horses one after another.

I was ambushed!

Fu Fangzhi said that it was all caused by Rosovsky letting his people advance with torches! But he didn't think of retreating, so what if there was an ambush? On this steppe, can the infantry still be the opponent of the cavalry?

"Rush! Rush up and trample the horse's hooves to death...... Bang bang bang! ”

Before Fu Fang's words fell, there was another volley, and the Eight Banners Lancers who had not yet run were once again hit by the seedlings, and dozens of people were shot off their horses, and more than 100 people had been shot down by two rows of guns, which was still under the condition that the visibility was very poor and the distance was relatively far.

Bang bang bang......

The salvo was fired again, so close to the previous salvo that it was theoretically too late to reload.

"Is this a round shot?" Fu Fang quickly calculated, and the density of the gunfire showed that at least 2,000 people were divided into four groups and were taking turns firing a salvo!

"Attack! Charge! Don't stand and get beaten! Fu Fang ordered loudly, but the Eight Banners Lancer Association at the front was completely chaotic, there were only more than 500 of them in total, and more than 200 people fell under the platoon of guns one after another! Where is the courage to fight?

"The first association retreats, the second association, the third association, attack! The fourth and fifth associations are ready, hurry up and ......"

Just when Fu Fang was hurriedly adjusting the order of attack, Okubo Ritsu gave the order to transfer the position.

"Stop shooting and move 500 yards to the left." As he spoke, he drew two grenades from the waists of the guards beside him, pulled the strings, and threw them towards the front right.

"Boom ......" two fireballs rose, and then the Ming cavalry artillery that had been ready for a long time also fired more than a dozen grenades, landing within a few tens of meters of the two fireballs, not killing anyone, but attracting everyone's attention on the battlefield,

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the samurai battalion that had succeeded in the surprise attack immediately began to move forward, not to move to its own large array, but to circle with the opponent on the battlefield, and to pull a two-row horizontal formation around the flank of the attack line of the Eight Banners Horse Team, and continue to lurk.

"Rush! Charge now! ”

When the Ming army's artillery bombardment stopped, Fu Fang's Eight Banners also completed the adjustment, and he didn't intend to give up just then, and immediately gave the order to charge.

The four associations that had been prepared began to charge in turn, one of them was the lancers, and the other three were light cavalry, and now they all formed a phalanx according to European standards, and charged in a neat formation. First a trot, then an acceleration, then a ...... Full speed and crackling gunshots.

This time it's a crossfire! From the front and left of the charging Eight Banners respectively, under the dense rain of bullets, the Eight Banners warriors fell from their horses one after another......

"Hey...... These Eight Banners soldiers are really miserable, and I have a little sympathy for them. ”

In the camp of the Ming army, Shi Da, who supervised the battle, laughed. Night battles have always tested the organizational ability of troops, and under normal circumstances, the side with weaker organizational ability will inevitably be beaten in night battles.

The Ming Army's Grassland Legion, because it has a large number of excellent soldiers, its night battle organization ability is undoubtedly the strongest - especially the Japanese mercenaries of the Grassland Legion, with a 100% literacy rate and courage and obedience to orders, making this army very easy to command, and almost all orders given by officers can be implemented, even if there is no supervision, the soldiers will fight seriously. If such a unit is set up in the daytime to fight in a dignified formation, it may not have much advantage to take advantage of. But when it is used to fight night battles and surprise raids, this advantage is too obvious.

Saigo Takayong next to him also laughed, and his years of experience in the army told him that elite soldiers are beaten! The forty or fifty thousand Japanese samurai in the Ming army, even if half of them can be left after this war, will be a valuable asset! No matter where you put it in South America or the South Seas, you can sweep away several times or even ten times the enemy!

Boom Boom Boom ......

At this time, the artillery of the Ming army fired again, and the shells exploded on the grassland 500 steps away, and huge fireballs rose one after another, and fragments of cast iron shot everywhere, sweeping over the charging cavalry like a torrential rain, and suddenly there was a terrible neighing of men and horses, and at least hundreds of horses fell to the ground. When the cavalry behind them saw this, they immediately lost the courage to charge forward, and they turned their horses and retreated. And the Eight Banners who rushed before the landing point of these shells were even more miserable, the front and right sides continued to shoot bullets like raindrops, and a sea of fire fell from the sky behind them...... (To be continued......)