On August 10, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, 10,000 captives led by Bahana and Shi Tingzhu marched to Gaocheng, which was only fifty miles away from Zhending. Here, however, they were subjected to the first attack by the Ming army.

Pull-out mines have completely replaced gunpowder-ignited mines, and a large number of unqualified gunpowder collected has become the propellant of mines, which is used to throw all kinds of gravel and iron nails to kill and injure infantry in a large area. The reason why Xiao Mo finally put the Eastern Capture soldiers in Gaocheng was precisely to have enough time to preset the battlefield and fill in the mines.

The first round of mine strikes made Bahana quite nervous, and quickly deployed the main force to the south, ready for battle. However, the battalion sappers had already selected areas suitable for cavalry charges, and arranged thistles, horses, and trenches, which made Bahana have to send a large number of coated charges first, and use their lives to sweep away obstacles on the road and fill in the ravines.

"Fire!"

As the artillery fired, bloody roads spread out on the North China Plain.

The Donggong gunners have mastered advanced artillery skills and scientific training, and have shown far superior combat effectiveness in actual combat. Although Shi Tingzhu's Zhengbaiqi Han army also had artillery, it did not master artillery skills. Those gunners who were coerced to Liaodong were not willing to work for Kong Youde, and they were even more afraid that others would lose their advantages and be abandoned after learning gunnery.

This directly led to the Han army flag gunner firing at the maximum range of the artillery, although the iron projectile formed a ricochet after it landed, but when it rolled to the front of the Donggong army array, it was already the end of the crossbow, and it would not cause casualties at all.

"Get the cannon up!" Bahana couldn't find the stone pillar at the beginning of the battle, and shouted loudly, not knowing if anyone had gone to give the order. He scolded angrily: "People's artillery is placed in front of the battle!" Where's our cannon! ”

In the same predicament, Shi Tingzhu also thought of pressing the artillery forward, especially the 3,800-pound Shenwei General Cannon. In his opinion, ten catties of iron was enough to collapse the Ming army's array.

However, 3,800 pounds of artillery moved on a battlefield without roads. It's like a snail moving slowly. The auxiliaries and artillery in a group are also a live target that attracts people's hearts. Long Fucai stood in front of the central artillery position, grabbed the artillery commander who was about to order the ignition, gritted his teeth and said, "Let me come." ”

The gun commander stiffened his chest and said, "Report to the colonel, according to the drill code." People and cannons are one, and the humble duty cannot be let go! ”

Long Fucai glanced at him, his lips squirmed, and suddenly a fierce light shot out of his eyes, and he pushed the cannon commander away heavily, occupying the radiation: "Correction: high three degrees, one left deviation." ”

The other gunners were obviously not as insistent as the gunner, and hurriedly corrected the angle of fire. Long Fucai took the torch and lit the fire rope. With the sound of stabbing and ignition. The light of the fire penetrated deep into the chamber of the cannon, and in a roar, it spat out an eight-pound shell.

Long Fucai pursed his lips tightly and watched the cannonballs fall towards the crowd of cannons.

A loud clatter of gold and iron rang out, and the cannonball hit the mighty general cannon accurately.

"God bless the Emperor!" The gunners exclaimed in unison.

The gunner, who had been pushed away, also stood up at his post, watching in disbelief at the results of his cannon.

- If this lieutenant colonel instructor does not correct the angle, the shell will definitely not be accurate!

The gun commander looked at Long Fucai with a little admiration, and did not hide the surprise in his heart at all.

At this distance, it is necessary to make a single hit. It's like a god's help.

Long Fucai pursed his lips and retreated from the gun position, and calmly ordered: "Shoot quickly!" ”

Encouraged by the Ming artillery array, the firing speed was significantly accelerated. The Furlong cannons, which are good at rapid fire, even pour projectiles at the enemy who rush into the effective range, and the whole battlefield is filled with gunsmoke. No one knew that the cannon that the immortal descended to earth just now was actually aimed at the soldiers who were carrying the cannon.

Originally, the result that Long Fu wanted to see was that the cannonballs set off a bloody storm in the crowd to soothe the yin spirits of his wife and children under the Nine Springs. However, it was a mistake to hit the passenger car...... But it's a good result.

"That cannon just now. Collective third-class merit! The military judge rode up to the artillery emplacement, shouting loudly, and his voice was soon drowned out by the sound of the artillery.

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"Emperor, we have to hurry up, we're already firing a cannon ahead!" Wang Chengen rode on a horse. Panting to Emperor Chongzhen.

Chongzhen also smelled the smell of sulfur smoke in the air, and only felt that it stinked, if it wasn't for the fact that he insisted too much on going to the battlefield before, he really couldn't help but want to turn around and go back now. After listening to Wang Chengen's words, Chongzhen didn't have the face to mention the words back, and saw the red flag rolling from a distance, and said, "The front is the lookout?" ”

The guards of the East Palace on the side stepped forward and said: "Back to the emperor, there is a lookout in front of you, and His Royal Highness will be there to supervise the battle in person." ”

Chongzhen felt that his legs and stomachs were a little trembling, and when he saw that the other guards looked like they were eager to fly over, he had to beat his horse and walk quickly to the lookout.

The lookout is actually a small natural mound, suitable for observing the entire battlefield and issuing orders. Zhu Cihong stood on the earthen hill, and three or five zhang below was Xiao Mo's general flag, which was also the command office of the entire battle. Compared with the flat command of the Manchurians, the command style of the East Palace was more able to protect senior officers and detect the weak points of the enemy position in time.

"Your Highness, if Xiao Mo doesn't rush at this time, Dongyu may escape." You Shiwei anxiously looked at the artillery of the first battalion position, completely damaging the momentum of Dongyu's charge.

"No, now that the East Captives still look down on us, they will definitely wait for the artillery to stop charging." Zhu Cihong didn't believe that Dongyu would flee because of this firepower, unless dozens of cannons were added, and the artillery would not stop all day long, as Qi Jiguang said.

"The Holy Driver has arrived!"

Wang Chengen rushed to the front, opened his throat and shouted.

Zhu Cihong said goodbye to the horse's head, took You Shiwei and others to Chongzhen in small steps, made a military salute in the East Palace, and said: "Please forgive the ministers and others with armor, and they can't pay full salutes." ”

Chongzhen glanced at everyone, especially at Zhu Cihong, who was not wearing armor, and said, "I want to see for myself how my Emperor Ming Jian'er killed the thief." ”

Zhu Cihong retreated to Chongzhen's side, ordered someone to take the reins of the emperor, brought him to the observation position, presented a clairvoyant mirror, and patiently explained the location of the following ministries, the meaning of the banner, and the progress of the battlefield.

Chongzhen heard it in a fog, and after watching it for a while, he only felt dizzy, and the sulfur smell in the air was mixed with the smell of blood, which made him feel even more tight.

"When the shelling is over, the East Captives will charge." Zhu Cihong said.

"How about that!" Chongzhen's face turned pale.

"Huh?" Zhu Cihong suddenly understood the emperor's fear, and hurriedly explained: "What I'm afraid of is that he doesn't rush." This time, Erchen deployed four times the enemy's combat strength, in order to completely swallow this eastern army. ”

Chongzhen became more and more frightened, and said, "Won't the Nine Chiefs send an army of 100,000 to the south!" ”

"Li Zicheng led a million-strong army to fight Shanxi, and Dolgon couldn't pull out people." Zhu Cihong replied lightly, stretched out his arms and pointed to the battlefield: "Look, the gunners have stopped firing, and the Dongyu is retreating." ”

"Is that going to be the end of the fight?" Chongzhen asked in a low voice.

"No, it's Dongyu who wants to rush again, shrink the coating first, and line up the formation." Zhu Cihong knew that Chongzhen had no concept of the battle formation at all, and said with a literacy: "On the battlefield, it has always been that the enemy is broken when the formation is broken, and once the array is broken, it is a lamb to be slaughtered. ”

"Then you won't let our artillery fire quickly?"

"The barrel also needs to be cooled, otherwise it will explode." Zhu Cihong looked at the blue armor clothes on the opposite side and began to gather, and said: "Those gray clothes are Baoyi Ahha, that is, their slaves, most of them are Han Chinese, and there are also Koreans. The father looked at those blue armor soldiers, which were the elite of the Dongyu Zhenglan Banner - the Zhenglan Banner Manchuria was the Shangsan Banner, and the banner owner was Huang Taiji's eldest son Haoge. ”

"Is he on the other side?" Chongzhen asked.

"Well, he was knighted by his uncle Dolgon, and he didn't get in." Zhu Cihong lost some patience, and at this time, the Blue Banner armor soldiers also completed the formation, driving the people and Baoyi to rush forward.

Behind these armor soldiers, the white-clad Bayala lined up in a row, armed with broadswords, acting as a warlord. Not only will they be killed immediately if they cower, but even those who are injured and wailing will have their heads chopped off.

"They're coming!" Chongzhen exclaimed.

Xiao Mo's Chinese army tilted the flag forward, and the artillery roared again, followed by a mandarin duck formation, shouting the word "tiger" in the majestic mountains and rivers, and launched a counter-charge.

Chongzhen only felt that the blood rushed to his head, and the cold sweat from his palms unconsciously soaked the reins. (To be continued......)

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