Chapter 463: Old Guard
Lucked stared at the firelight, gritting his teeth in anger, this is the case again! I played it in Handan, and I still play it like this, it's too deceitful!
But no matter how angry he was, it was useless, the oil was still burning, and he saw with his own eyes that those elites of the Eight Banners were stained with fire, and they were desperately whipping on the ground, and the fire did not weaken at all, and it burned more and more. The flames rushed to his head, and the skin on his face was burned and bubbling.
The unbearable pain of the tartar whipped desperately, and as a result, half of his face fell off, and he was blood-red. The Tartar ran and ran as hard as he could, and finally fell to the ground, being consumed by the flames and turned into a body of char.
The Tartars had no way to deal with the fires brought about by the oil, and Lucked was so angry that he was trembling all over, and he had the intention to bypass this wall of fire and attack the flanks of the Angolan army, but there were mountain beams on both sides, and the middle of the ground was low, and there was a large road to pass through, suitable for cavalry attacks.
He could only wait quietly for the opportunity, and after more than half an hour, the flames finally weakened a lot. Oil is running out.
"Warriors, rush!"
Luckedhun, who had long been unable to hold back, led the Tartars to swarm up, they jumped over the wall of fire, rushed to the front of the Angolan army, and the sound of guns and cannons, shouting and killing, filled the heavens and the earth.
The gunshots rang out, and the Tartars kept falling, and more Tartars came up behind them, without the slightest hesitation. Behind the Tartars were a large number of musketeers, who also fired bullets at the Angolan army.
The soldiers on the front line kept falling, and the living turned into machines and opened fire. Keep repeating the action until you are injured or even killed.
The Tartars are getting closer. Finally a Tartar prancing horse rushed to the position, and a dozen bayonets awaited him, and he and the war horse were turned into a hornet's nest. More Tartars rushed up next, and the position immediately descended into brutal hand-to-hand combat.
The Tartars relied on the advantage of their horses to attack, while the Anguo Army formed a combat squad and fought back desperately, with bayonets and sabers colliding together. The human body and the war horse are fighting.
"Kill!"
One soldier stabbed the Tartar in the abdomen with all his might, but the Tartar had armor to resist and only penetrated about two inches. It was not fatal, the soldier concentrated his whole strength on his hands, pressed down desperately, and finally penetrated the organs of the tartar. The stomach was stirred up.
The soldier retracted his bayonet satisfied. A large knife suddenly fell from the side, slashing right on the neck, and hot blood gushed out of the neck. The soldier threw the fire gun in pain, his eyes red, and he grabbed the broadsword. The strength of the body passed quickly, but the hands were as firm as vices.
"Let go!"
The Tartar screamed angrily, but he couldn't retract his blade.
"Ahh
With a heart-wrenching scream, the bayonet pierced the back of the man's heart. Both bodies fell to the ground at the same time. The battlefield became more and more brutal, and blood was gushing. People kept falling, and gradually the replenishment of the Anguo Army became slower and slower, and there were more and more Tartars, and the balance of the battle tilted.
Yang Shenyan ran in front of Xie Bin sweating profusely, and said breathlessly: "Commander, it's not good!" β
"What did you find?"
"The Tartars' attack on us doesn't seem to be containing, but the main force is exhausted!"
Xie Bin had a calm face, he also felt that something was wrong, the momentum of the Tartar attack was getting more and more fierce, and the guns and artillery were exhausted, and the equipment level was approaching the Anguo Army!
"You mean the Tartars made the left the focus of the breakthrough?"
"That's right, the lower officials are worried that we may not be able to stop the Tartars!"
As they spoke, a cannonball landed not far from them, and the exploding dirt splattered Xie Bin's body. Xie Bin got up from the ground and scolded: "Dog Tartar, wait for Lao Tzu, our cannon will blow you up sooner or later!" β
"Staff Officer Yang, you immediately send a letter to the prince and ask the prince to send reinforcements over."
"Understood!"
Yang Shenyan turned around and left in a hurry, but the attack of the Tartars became more and more fierce, and when a group of Tartars entangled the Anguo army, the others rushed through the trench on their prancing horses and rushed forward. They passed through one ditch after another, and the earthen walls could not stop them.
These battle-hardened Eight Banners were indeed much stronger than the Mongol army, equipped with more firearms, allowing them to rampage and soar in combat effectiveness.
The Angolan army was in the disadvantageous position of fighting on its own, and they were divided into several parts by the Tartars. If this was an old-fashioned army, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago, and the Anguo Army adopted a new model, and only talked about military ranks on the battlefield. Lone soldiers can be quickly assembled, and the higher ranks are their commands. Everyone quickly organized a battle.
From the moment he rushed into the position, Lec Dehun almost went crazy with joy, and after being put on the table, he was still the final winner!
However, the appearance of the Anguo Army is far beyond imagination, they have not broken up in the slightest, even if there is only one person, they want to find an organization and counterattack, not flee far.
"Damn the Anguo Army, it's really a fierce enemy!" Lucked shouted loudly: "Warriors, hurry up, Ming Dog can't do it!" β
The Tartars screamed in triumph and swarmed forward along the gap, as if victory was within reach.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the last line of defense of the Anguo army on the left flank, with low mounds on both sides, and a wide official road in China leading to guΓ² from the middle, and along this official road, within five miles was Quang Binh - the central point of the entire front of the Angolan army!
There were less than two hundred soldiers standing in front of the Tartars, and each of them had their hearts in their throats, but their hands were still holding on tightly to the firecrackers.
"Fire!"
Skillful three-stage strikes, fast reloading, every time the Tartars advance, they have to pay the price of their lives, and the Anguo Army is also uncomfortable, and when a soldier falls, the combat effectiveness is weakened by one point, and everyone gritted their teeth to support it.
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"Brothers, we must not allow the Tartars to occupy Quang Binh, even if we all die in battle and turn into ghosts, we must nail me here like nails!"
Xie Bin said loudly, he got the alarm of the danger on the front, and his head was sweating, Guangping hoarded all the food and ordnance of the Anguo Army, and even Gu Zhenhua was sitting in Guangping. If you let the Tartars kill it, it will be unimaginable! γ
Xie Bin did not hesitate to transfer all the reserves of a regiment. That wasn't enough, and he ordered again. The soldiers of the Fifth Brigade were not bad, and all the members of the command, even the men and grooms, carried their guns, and the most critical battle finally began.
They rushed towards the position as fast as they could see, and as far as the eye could see, there was fire everywhere, and Luckedhun commanded the Tartars to rush up in a frenzy. Shots rang out around them, and every second the Tartars fell under their horses, crushed into mud by the arrivals that followed.
It came at a terrible price. Once again, they rushed to the ground, and brutal hand-to-hand combat began. By the time Xie Bin arrived, there were only twenty or thirty of the more than 200 soldiers left.
If you miss only one line, the consequences will be unimaginable. Xie Bin wiped the sweat from his forehead. Suddenly shouted sharply: "Shoot! β
A volley of projectiles shot out, and suddenly dozens of Tartars fell. They strode into the trench, and without hesitation the cold bayonets plunged into the Tartar's body.
Regardless of the danger, the grenadiers rushed up to the trench and threw grenades in front of the Tartars, which exploded all over the air and created a strong barrier in the crowd. The soldiers rushed up. After wantonly killing the Qing army, the entire defense line was finally stabilized.
"Warriors. Don't forget the regent's entrustment, only win, not defeat, give me a rush! β
Seeing that he was about to win completely, Luck Dehun also seemed to be crazy, no matter what was in front of him, as long as he was hindered from making achievements, he would all be crushed, and you were welcome!
And what's even worse is that there are more and more follow-up Tartar soldiers, and there is a steady stream of influx from the gap. Xie Bin and the others gradually fell into a bitter battle, and after the middle of the night, there were fewer and fewer brothers around them, and the lively young man turned into a cold corpse in a blink of an eye, and Xie Bin could only grit his teeth and hold on. In any case, the Tartars must not be allowed to pass.
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"Lord Wang, the Tartars have concentrated thousands of elite cavalry and stormed the left flank of our army, General Xie is in danger, and I implore the prince to send reinforcements immediately, the left flank may collapse at any time!" Yang Shenyan almost cried.
Gu Zhenhua grabbed his sword and said nothing. Although Yang Shenyan was in a hurry, he didn't dare to say more, and after a while, Gu Zhenhua suddenly stood up, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Vice Chief Wu, how many reserves do we have?"
"Lord Qiqi, in addition to the old guards and hussars, there is only one regiment left, and I think that these horses are far from enough to fight with the Tartars. I thought it was time to send the Old Guard, and the Tartars sent the strongest troops, and we can't be bad! β
"Hahaha, Dolgon is a man with great ambitions, bent on dominating the Central Plains. This kind of thought is in his bones, and it will even affect his use of soldiers. In the king's opinion, the offensive on the left flank is likely to be a pinning down, in order to mobilize the king's main force, and Dorgon himself will definitely break through from the front! β
Hearing Gu Zhenhua's judgment, Wu Kaijie and Yang Shenyan were a little unimpressed, they had already killed this Cheng DΓΉ, did Dolgon have any other tricks, the Eight Banners were all dispatched, could there be more elite forces?
"Lord Wang, I think I think it's ......"
Yang Shenyan still wanted to speak, but Gu Zhenhua waved his hand.
"Listen to the king's orders, you lead two thousand men and horses to help Xie Bin immediately, and you must not let the Tartars break through the defense line!"
After Gu Zhenhua finished speaking, he fell on Wu Kaijie again, and said: "Sue the old guards to assemble immediately, the time has come for the decisive battle between this king and Dolgon, it's time for them to show their skills!"
The Old Guards are the essence of the Anguo Army, if the Guards are one out of ten, the Old Guards are one in a hundred, or even one out of a thousand. They were generally taller and stronger than the other soldiers, and everyone went through a lot of fighting, and some even took off their clothes and had scars like zebras!
Skilled combat skills alone are not enough to become an old guard, and everyone has to go through a rigorous test to ensure their absolute loyalty to Gu Zhenhua. The Old Guard, with a total of less than 3,000 people, is definitely the most formidable force in the Angolan army.
Gu Zhenhua's war horse walked in front of them, and a thunderous cheer suddenly sounded.
"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng! Wansheng! β
Gu Zhenhua looked at these murderous soldiers, and the blood in his chest stirred.
"Brothers, let's create a prosperous era in China and follow me!" (To be continued......)