"Defeat and Diligence"

There were chaotic and exhilarating cries on the battlefield, and the morale of the Jurchen cavalry was high, like charcoal spilling from the stove in a house that was kicked over in winter, instantly raising the temperature of the entire battlefield.

"Defeat and Diligence"

The cavalry scattered in pursuit listened to the horn and once again concentrated around Aobai, and in the setting sun, scimitars and hard bows rose and fell above the heads of the cavalry.

At this moment, there was a little confusion on the left and right flanks of the Ming army. Yuan Qizhou stopped the offensive that lasted for an hour, turned his head to look to the left, and the banner of the Ming army could no longer be seen on the central battlefield.

"Li Zhi'an's handsome banner?" He turned his head to the side and saw a bunch of crooked flags walking around the formation.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

In the front, an offensive of the Qing soldiers surged, and two groups of assault armor soldiers were drowned in the war horses.

Yuan Qizhou was furious: "Resist, retreat the latter, and behead"

This is the best time for the Qing soldiers to form a battlefield, and Yan Yingyuan, who is as calm as Yan Yingyuan, can't help but turn his head to look at the Chinese army from time to time.

Feng Qin walked on the grass, and the guards led the war horses behind him.

The degree to which he marched on foot was the degree to which the great array was advanced.

At the forefront were pikemen, but the number and thickness of the phalanx were inferior to those of the other Ming armies. Behind the pikemen were the Blue Banner Armor Men escorting the Red Banner Iron Cannons.

Horse-drawn carts full of rejecting rifles were mixed in the artillery carts, and finally there were the world-famous guns. In recent years, the Manchu Qing Dynasty has also recruited Han Chinese to train their guns, and the proportion of guns in the Ming army is almost half, but the soldiers in the Fengqin Department are unique.

Two of the five columns of soldiers in the Fengqin Department were equipped with iron armor, and the steel forks on their backs and the Qi knives at their waists were equally formidable.

Li Zhi'an's troops dispersed and collected the remnants behind the Chinese army.

Without a clairvoyant mirror, Feng Qin was not clear about the layout of the Qing cavalry a few miles away. After walking a mile, he turned his head and whispered something to the herald standing behind him.

The large array came to a slow halt.

Turning over the horse every time.

The sudden sound of artillery in the front line drowned out all the sounds of the battlefield. At sunset, black or brown iron balls smashed into the Jurchen cavalry galloping several miles away in a trajectory that could not be detected by the naked eye.

"Hurry up, hurry up and pass through here, and you can stab the scimitar into the chest of the Han people." He hunched over his horse, grabbing the horse's mane, as if to avoid the oncoming cannonballs.

In fact, it is useless, the cannonball is not a feather arrow, even if it can't hit the knight, it can make others turn on their backs if they scratch the horse, and if they are pro, they will hurt their muscles and bones, and if they are heavy, they will be killed. Examples are constantly being played out around him.

The caliber of the iron cannons equipped in the Fengqin army is not large, most of them are back-firing guns, and some are direct-firing guns. The threat of the back-fire cannon is not as great as that of the direct-fire gun, and the iron ball bombarded by the direct-fire gun smashed on the ground with a huge inertia, jumping and rolling on the fertile field, and where it passed, it was a path of flesh and blood. The iron ball from the back-fired cannon will also roll, but the kinetic energy is far less than that of a direct-fire shell.

The whistling war horse and the whistling iron ball went in the opposite direction.

No matter who engages the Feng Qin army, this distance of death cannot be avoided.

The smell of gunsmoke in the nostrils became thicker and thicker, and no iron balls fell from Aobai's side.

"Ah......h Those people all had the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and they also had the fear of a confused future.

In the smoke, he saw the Ming army marching.

A neat phalanx, a jungle-like spear.

The heart, which had never been afraid, suddenly trembled slightly.

"Kill ......," he said, dissipating all uneasiness with a roar that was about to tear his chest.

To the west, half of the sun's face is blocked by a mound of ridges, and the other half of its face is shining with the sunset.

The cavalry went forward half a mile, and the Jurchen feathered arrows found their target.

The armor soldiers of the Ming army carried the triangular bracket of the rejecting rifle and stuck it in the dirt, and the gunners who were originally behind suddenly came to the forefront, and they only had a few horses within a hundred paces, and they did not reserve the slightest firepower.

The shirtless soldiers of the government pushed the direct-fire gun cart out of the gap in the gunner's phalanx, and the gunner shouted at the slower helper and put the fist-sized iron ball into the barrel.

Feng Qin looked at the soldiers' expressions with satisfaction.

In his army, all the qiē was in the service of catharsis artillery fire. The originally long squad of gunners was divided in order to facilitate the artillery to find the most suitable position.

In short, pikemen and armorers made a qiē for the spearmen to shoot the lead out of the chamber. Like other troops, their purpose on the battlefield is not to kill the opponent, but to create the best chance and angle for the artillery to bombard.

It's a philosophy that people who don't like to talk have more time to think.

If he has fired all the shells and gunpowder, and the opponent still does not collapse, then it can only ......

That's impossible

Feng Qin shook his head silently, he knew how much gunpowder and ammunition he was carrying. Now it is not as poor as it was in the steppes, as long as the battle can be won, and the regent can provide double the firearms and ammunition.

The cavalry that had only gathered in Ao Bai became a live target, and the archers fired a feathered arrow, and the overwhelming cannonballs and lead whistled in.

In just a quarter of an hour, half of the cavalry around Ao Baijue was missing: "Spread out, spread out"

But is there still a threat from the scattered cavalry?

Suddenly, the screaming stopped abruptly. The war horse under his crotch flew, and he flew with it. The scimitar fell, and he looked down on the battlefield in mid-air, and then, his heavy body fell on the heel.

The rumbling of cannons and the rumbling of guns covered up the Jurchen cavalry who were shouting excitedly just now.

Yuan Qizhou spat fiercely, "What is it called, let me see what the elite of the Ming army is." He felt that Qingyu, who had been a little impulsive just now, cowered again.

"Attack, don't let General Feng look down on us"

He sent two reserves into battle to get back the one he had just lost.

The 30,000 Ming army was divided into 300 groups and spread out in the field.

The sun had already set below the horizon, and I thought that the clamor of the Ao Bai Army was the culmination of the heat, but now I realized that it was just a foreshadowing before the boiling point.

From the order to attack, to half an hour later, Feng Qin only gave a few orders.

The generals he brought out knew what the purpose of the battlefield was. The oncoming cavalry had disappeared, and in order to deal with Zilharang, he only controlled the formation of the army not to be too scattered.

There were a lot of iron balls smashed out of the pits on the road, and there were also war horses lying on the ground panting.

The soldiers who walked in the front killed the wounded Jurchens, but they turned a blind eye to the wounded livestock. The soldiers had to carefully control the path of the artillery wagons and avoid those pesky obstacles.

Ao Bai felt footsteps approaching. He wanted to move, but when he fell, his legs were crushed under the body of the war horse, and now it seemed that they were no longer his own.

"Team Wei, there is an injured Jurchen here"

A cold voice came: "Don't you know the military order, kill him, we don't have the time to take care of the wounded soldiers"

The soldier who gave the prayer said timidly, "He ......, he seems to be a great official."

The bottom of a boot stepped on Aobai's face, forcing him to face the sky.

Overhead, there was an iron-gray sky.

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