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Prudence does not mean fear, as a worshipper, if he does not dare to fight in the field against the Ming army with fewer soldiers and horses than himself, he will not be able to deserve the title of the Qing warrior.

The Ming army marched on the plain on two legs, looking like a bunch of faltering ants from a distance.

Ao Bai gave the order, ordering the Jurchen cavalry on both wings to disperse and withdraw, his eyes fell on Li Chengdong, and said: "Feng Qin dared to take the initiative to provoke, a little stronger than the previous Ming army."

In his eyes, a little stronger is only a limited strength.

Since Ao Bai entered the customs, he has made countless meritorious contributions on the battlefield of the Western Front, and he has never met someone who can make him look at the Ming army squarely. If it weren't for the impact of Duoduo's defeat in Jiangnan and the unfavorable war in Huguang, he might have directly commanded the cavalry to pounce.

He said with a little expectation in his words, and asked: "General Li Bing, do you dare to break the Ming army for me?" ”

The life of the Jurchens is now a hundred times more noble than that of the Han people. Ao Bai was scheming, he saw the black iron cannon trailer behind the Ming army, and intended to let Li Chengdong take the lead to see what the strength of the Ming army was

"The slave obeys the order," Li Chengdong urged the horse to leave.

A moment later, five thousand cavalry walked out of the bustling queue. Li Chengdong's corporal was originally a subordinate of Gao Jie in the four towns of Jiangbei, and there were a lot of cavalry, but when he took out 5,000 cavalry to charge, he pressed all his henchmen and elites.

After Wu Sangui was anyway, the generals of the Ming army who defected to the Qing court secretly calculated an account in their hearts, if Li Chengdong did not kill in Songjiang Mansion, maybe he also had the intention of returning to the Ming Dynasty. But he owed tens of thousands of appointments in Jiading and Songjiang, and now that Songjiang's several societies were in the Ming court, he knew that he was guilty, so he cut off the idea of anyway.

Since there was no way to surrender, he simply wanted to play a majestic role in front of Aobai.

The Ming army advanced extremely slowly, and the queue of soldiers was only to provoke the Qing soldiers.

More than ten miles away, the Qing cavalry roared in.

Feng Qin raised the clairvoyant mirror, although the number of Qing cavalry was numerous, but judging from the running formation, it was far worse than the cavalry they had trained in the grassland.

He saw the banner of the Qing soldiers clearly, and said to himself with some disappointment: "It's Han"

At present, the Han soldiers have played a leading role in the Qing army, but in his concept, only by defeating the Jurchen cavalry can they stand in a battle.

"Order, order, 'day, the number of artillery team bombardment, the rest of the gunners are on standby"

The herald galloped away.

The herald behind Feng Qin raised the blue flag, first to the left and then to the right, rotating two 90-degree arcs, like a bee dancing a strange signal dance in the air.

The rapid trumpet sounded first, cutting through the empty mountains and leading to the silent sound of drums.

The marching procession of gunners marched five or six more paces to the rhythm of the drumming, each of which stopped. The thousands of people in each queue stood up and ordered the gunners to take off the tarpaulin cover from the bird's gun.

They were waiting, waiting quietly.

They used flint guns at times, but they didn't go to war.

The barrels of those swarthy guns were spotless, and they smelled of mellow grease. Loaded with gunpowder, filled with lead, the movements of the hands are deep in the bone marrow, and their brains may lose their amnesia, but the memory of their muscles will never disappear

Distance.

The Qing cavalry marched forward evenly, the war horses were in the ship, and they wagged their tails nervously in the neighing.

Five or six miles away, there seemed to be a momentary pause in the brigade of Qingyu cavalry, and then the troops divided into two wings, forming two pointed conical formations.

Li Chengdong's righteous son Li Yuanyin was the leading general, and when he saw that the Ming army was not protected by pikemen as usual, he was overjoyed, drew his sword and rode his horse to rush forward, shouting: "Rush"

The flag bearer was ordered to raise the flag above his head.

The long tone of the word "rush" in Li Yuanyin's mouth has not yet ended.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a continuous stream of thunder in the distance to drown out his shouts, and the Qing cavalry who were marching saw the gun carriages on the hills behind the Ming army rising up clouds of white mist.

In an instant, the bowl-sized iron ball came from the air like a sudden hailstone. The warhorse, which was unfortunately hit by the iron ball, let out a miserable cry and threw the knight on horseback down.

"What a dense iron cannon" Only one thought flashed in Li Yuanyin's mind, his legs slammed into the saddle, and he shouted: "Rush over"

In the current situation, there was only one way forward, and he did not believe that the Birdmen without the protection of pikemen could hold off the onslaught of the cavalry.

On the way to sprint, he was not without doubts, Feng Qin was one of the best generals in the south of the Yangtze River, and the defeat of the Qing soldiers under the city of Hangzhou was due to Feng Qin. In that case, how could Feng Qin make such a low-level mistake?

Now no matter how much he thinks, it's useless, and he can only use a dash to disrupt the formation of the Ming army.

The cavalry drew their long swords and pointed forward, and the horses moved forward in confusion and terror.

The iron balls that fell from the air were like smashing into a pond full of mud, stirring up the muddy cavalry stream

The iron cannon modified by the armory workshop is not of a large caliber, and the direct fire cannon needs to be on slightly higher terrain to wield its power. Several hills raised in the plain outside Gaoyou became natural artillery positions.

However, a keen person can notice that most of the wagons did not climb the heights, and were slowly following the infantry in formation. The wagons looked like wagons transporting heavy loads, and after a hundred paces of gunners, the gunners, with the assistance of the soldiers, set up the gun wagons, and the muzzles of the guns on the chariots pointed diagonally to the sky

Feng Qin stood on the high ground, and the direct fire cannon was fifty paces in front of him to vent his anger.

He felt a little uncomfortable with the sound of cannons rolling in his ears, and reached out and took out two pieces of cotton yarn from his sleeve and stuffed them in his ears, and the sound of cannons reached his ears like mosquitoes flapping their wings.

He could not hear the sound of the cannons, nor could he hear the messenger's message.

As long as all the departments listen to his orders, everything is under control.

farther away.

Ao Bai and Li Chengdong are also closely watching the battlefield.

The number of direct-fire guns carried by the Ming army was limited, and the iron balls that were blasted out were not as dense as Li Yuanyin imagined, but the insiders and outsiders on the battlefield felt completely different.

Li Chengdong's gaze kept on the sprinting flag. The galloping cavalry is like the rushing Yellow River, although chaotic, the power is unstoppable. He saw the situation clearly, and his heart was ecstatic, "The Ming army did not have a gun array"

What else could stop the cavalry?

Li Chengdong shrugged his shoulders on his horse, and there were iron cannons behind the Ming army's queue, but the overall situation had been decided, and he didn't know why Feng Qin would make such a low-level mistake. Even a famous general has times when his brain is confused, if he can defeat Feng Qin, maybe he can quickly make up for Wu Sangui's position.

The title of king in World War I is unknown.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it.

There are no dangerous mountains and rivers to the south from Gaoyou, and this Ming army is about to be defeated here, but I am afraid that not many people will be able to escape back to Jiangnan.

After the sound of a thousand guns, it was the time of the fall of the Ming army. Without the protection of pikemen, the Ming army could fire up to three rounds of firearms, after which the neat queue would be overwhelmed by the cavalry flow.

Suddenly, there was an extra stream of cavalry in his sight.

The Jurchens moved, and the Jurchen cavalry followed Li Yuanyin's cavalry.

"Aobai, this old fox," he cursed to himself.

Ao Bai personally led the Jurchen cavalry out.

"Rush over and catch up with the Han cavalry" The Jurchen cavalry shouted in confusion, but their riding skills were obviously superior to Li Chengdong's Han cavalry.

On the same battlefield, Ao Bai got more information than Li Chengdong. He saw the iron cannons behind the Ming army, those iron cannons that were silent, so he was more vigilant.

The Ming army is so big, there must be a killer feature.

Since those iron cannons have not been bombarded so far, there is only one reason, and the bombardment distance of those upward firing iron cannons is far limited.

Although Ao Bai despised the Ming army, his mind was far more delicate than his appearance. He couldn't help but send troops, firstly, because he expected that the defeat of the Ming army was a foregone conclusion, and secondly, he was worried that Li Yuanyin's cavalry would not be able to withstand the pouring of Ming artillery.

The gradually approaching cavalry flowed like a chaotic stream of arrows shot by the Mongols, and the Ming army guns did not hurry to raise the birds, and only need to move their fingers to shoot the lead.

The commanders of each team raised their banners and estimated the distance of the cavalry from the position.

The grass was trembling beneath his feet.

The gunners were still on standby, and the artillery guerrilla command flag waved down neatly: "Open the cannon"

One hundred and thirty Furlong iron cannons spat out shells almost simultaneously.

Iron balls flying in the air were like crows blocking the dim sunlight.

The smoke from the loud roar almost quickly enveloped the artillery positions.

The commanding soldiers on the high ground waved their flags to convey the position of the captured cavalry, and the lookouts in the rear of the artillery used a clairing mirror to look at the gestures of the commanders to give orders.

The angle of the upward firing of the Furlong iron cannon is different, and the distance of the shell bombardment is different.

It's close at hand, far away in the sky.

Li Yuanyin felt a dark cloud overhead, and then his war horse flew out sideways. He was a skilled horseman, and at the last moment, he held the horse's back with both hands and soared into the air, falling heavily on the grass after the rain.

The cavalry kept passing him.

The sleek cavalry ranks were slammed into the waves from time to time.

In order to achieve the best attack effect, he deliberately concentrated the cavalry into two parts. He thought that as long as he took two or three rounds of blows, he could crush the Ming army.

However, he was wrong. He had never seen such a dense artillery bombardment in the field.

Despite this, the cavalry still moved forward with great inertia, and the distance that the Furlong howitzer could bombard was a mile away, and beyond this mile, they could cut the long knife in their hand into the neck of the Ming soldier.

At this moment, a group of soldiers ran out of the Ming army, and after a hundred steps out of the ranks, they scattered something on the ground, and while scattering, they retreated. These men moved swiftly, and by the time the cavalry at the front of the Qing charge was two hundred paces away from them, they had already retreated to their own positions.

A dozen horsemen with high riding skills first protruded the lid of the iron cannon and rushed forward with their blades.

The general manager in front of the Ming army swept them with a contemptuous gaze and ordered: "The first column of gunners, shoot freely."

After using the automatic ignition device, the biggest improvement on the gun hand is not the degree of casting, but the ability to free up the hand to aim at the opponent and shoot accurately.

The rumbling of cannons was mixed with the sporadic sound of guns, and a dozen arrogant cavalrymen were planted from their horses, and the horses turned around in fear.