The fighting on the battlefield was particularly intense, but Abatai, who supervised the formation in the rear, was sweating profusely. As the seventh son of Nurhachi, although Abatai is not as good as the five ministers and the four great beylers, he is also a fierce general who has been fighting all year round. But today's battle was unprecedentedly cruel, especially cruel to the Jurchens and Mongols.

The appearance of an army of 30,000 Han Chinese on the steppe was a bold move that provoked all the Mongols gathered in Qingcheng. The steppes were their territory, their homes for hundreds and thousands of years, and they could not accept the presence of the Han Chinese, and the furious Mongols launched a ferocious attack without even thinking twice.

The army of 30,000 Han people was divided into two parts, left and right, and opened a very wide formation. In the eyes of the Mongols, this formation was both mobile and thick enough, and as long as enough men and horses were gathered, it was simply a breakthrough. And they are really familiar with the Han people's defensive car formation, isn't this just the old-fashioned and useless side car of the Ming army, not to mention much of a threat.

The hundreds of thousands of Mongols gathered in Qingcheng came to make a fortune. Whenever their lives are poor and they have no food and clothing, their first thought is to go south to rob, and they do not have the slightest psychological burden of killing people and setting fires. It is a cultural tradition, a memory from time immemorial that flourished during the time of Genghis Khan. Benevolence, righteousness, morality and so on, are not in the scope of their consideration at all.

Get on the horse, impact, and kill all those Han people!

Amin assigned Abatai to supervise the Mongols, but Abatai didn't need any words. He watched with his own eyes as Korqin Tushetu Khan's forehead attached to Oba took the initiative to rush forward. This Mongolian Beyler was extremely brave, and he was followed closely by the warriors of Zalut, Naiman, Aohan, Karaqin and other tribes. Even his brother Degler, who was with him, rushed out.

On the battlefield, thousands of horses galloped and the momentum was incomparable, countless Mongolian cavalry launched a fearless charge, and dust rose from the grassland. Experienced herders would be terrified when they saw the dust and knew that an army was attacking.

The Han cavalry was not numerous, and although they all rode very tall horses, they quickly retreated in front of this invincible Mongolian iron cavalry, and did not dare to step forward to stop them. Abatai laughed as he watched from behind, and really wanted to kill him for a while, and teach those bold Han people a good lesson.

The brave Oba was a fearless man, and as the noble Korqin Beyl, he rushed to the front line with a thousand men. Abatai watched from behind as he bypassed the front of the Han array, rushed behind it in one breath, and then viciously rushed towards the Han chariot formation.

There were still two or three hundred meters away, and the Han people hiding behind the car formation began to fire guns and artillery, which was exactly the same as the Ming army. Abatai had seen the firearms of the Ming army, and he couldn't even scare people when he was far away, so he could only hear a sound.

Oba was a clever man, and twice in a row he led his team to run far in front of the Han people's chariots, just to attract his opponent to fire first. After those Han people finished fighting for a while, the firearms at hand naturally became burning sticks, and there was no use for farts - after running twice, he began to charge officially!

Abatai clapped his hands for Oba after the formation, the slap was already red, and a series of guns suddenly popped out from behind the opposite car formation - this shot was fired at about fifty meters, and there were many Mongolian leaders who led the charge, many of them were beaten to burst the light of the spiritual defense, and a large number of ordinary Mongolian cavalry fell headlong in the run.

Abatay's applause came to an abrupt end, and he craned his neck to watch, only to see that Oba's mount suddenly raised its hooves and nearly threw Oba off his horse. And Oba seemed to have been hit a few times, but he was supported by his own excellent cultivation. It could be seen that this Tushetu Khan's forehead was very angry and furious. He forcibly suppressed the jumping horses and charged again.

It is difficult to stop when the charge is launched, and even if there are casualties in front of you, those behind must also accelerate forward. At the same time as Oba was beaten, a large number of Mongol cavalry whizzed past him and continued to attack the Han chariot formation that was close at hand.

The distance of dozens of meters is only two or three breaths. The horses were at peak speed, the bows were tightened, the scimitars had been swung, and all the Mongol cavalry had adjusted their breathing, just waiting for the moment when they would crush the Han Chinese.

Bang bang bang......

Another dense volley of guns.

There was also a dense volley of guns.

Another dense volley of guns.

Every few moments, a thick white smoke would come out from behind the opposite car array. And every time a puff of white smoke rises, a large number of Mongol cavalry who rushed forward to kill them fall. From fifty to forty meters, from forty to thirty meters, from thirty to twenty meters, every step of the way was accompanied by the blood thrown and the horses falling to their knees.

The swarming Mongol cavalry did not decrease, but neither did the platoon of guns behind the opposing vehicle formation. When Oba Efu sped up again, he was stunned to find that no less than seven or eight corpses had fallen in front of him. Some horses lost their riders, some fell to the ground, and some died and neighed everywhere.

What's going on?

How can these Han people's platoon guns be endless?

When Oba rushed closer, he saw that all the horse workshops were full of spearmen. Spears stabbed upwards obliquely prevented the Mongol cavalry from approaching. He rushed to within twenty meters, drew his bow and arrow, and fired a bolt that hit one of the spearmen in the chest opposite. But this person fell, and someone immediately replaced him. These casualties were not enough to shake the morale of the Han Chinese.

However, the Mongol cavalry in front of the car formation fell at least hundreds, which can be called corpses all over the field.

Oba yelled angrily, and he was about to turn around as soon as he clamped the horse's belly. Hundreds of dead and wounded were nothing to the hundreds of thousands of Mongols, and he had a lot of anger to organize another attack. But as soon as he turned around, he was the only one left in front of this section of the car. The Mongol cavalry, which had just menaced, either fell or retreated. So the muzzles of the platoon guns fell on Oba alone.

Bang bang bang......

At least a hundred flintlock muskets were fired at this section of the front. Oba's horse was the first to fall and threw Oba out. Immediately afterwards, Oba's own protective aura was also weakened, and blood flowers exploded on him, and this copper-skinned and iron-skinned grassland man couldn't help but let out a few screams.

Abatai was stunned by the sudden turn of battle. He hurriedly sent his men to regroup the scattered Mongols, but the group of cavalry who had just rushed forward to kill them were frightened and fled far away. Fortunately, there were more unwitting cannon fodder behind him, and he could continue to charge.

It's just that the soldiers are easy to say, but this general who can charge into battle is a little troublesome. Just now, the bravest Oba fell on the way back, and he was already half-kneeling and bowing his head, and he didn't know if he was dead or not? In addition, several Mongolian cavalrymen kept sending bad news to him.

"Badalitaiji of the Karaqin tribe is dead."

"Dorzibel of the Bahrain Ministry is dead."

"Darhantaiji of the Zarut tribe and his son are dead."

Even in the wave of charge just now, he didn't even hit the side of the opponent's car formation, and the damage didn't seem to be much. The Mongols themselves died one after another, and along with many tribal leaders.

But there was no reason to retreat when this battle started, Abatai listened to the bad news one after another, and the original idea of an easy victory was immediately discarded, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Keep rushing, otherwise the people in front will die in vain." ”

The charge was again organized, and the Mongol cavalry was even more numerous than in the first wave.

They slowly gathered and swarmed from all directions, hoping to crush the Han army in front of them by relying on their numerical superiority. The two waves are connected quickly, and it really gives people a lot of passivity. Just as the scattered impact entered the range of two or three hundred meters, the Han car formation on the opposite side opened up by itself.

The sudden opening of the gap surprised Abatai, who did not think that this was a move by the Han to surrender, but he could not stop the charging Mongol cavalry in front of him, because it was all happening so fast that it was useless to shout a few times. He could only watch, watching as a large number of Mongol cavalry excitedly rushed towards the gap.

"They're dead." Abatai had already decided on the end, but there was nothing he could do.

The Mongol cavalry that saw the gap was like a shark that saw blood, swarming to it. They were charging to open the gap into the formation, and now that the gap had appeared, they gathered in cheers and shouts. As for what this gap means, they didn't think about it.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Abatai's heart sank sharply, and he couldn't see the flames of the cannon muzzle from a few hundred meters away. But the rumbling of the cannon still drove him crazy. He knew that the gap must be a trap, it could be a pocket array, it could be a tripline, it might be a lot of horses. But he didn't expect it to be artillery behind him.

Even if it's a cavalry cannon, it's also a cannon!

In particular, the new cavalry guns exchanged a short barrel for less recoil, but used a larger caliber to exert the power of close-range canned shotguns. A single shotgun is dozens or hundreds of hard steel balls, which can be several times more powerful than the projectile of an arquebus.

More than a dozen cavalry guns deliberately waited for the enemy's brigade of cavalry to get close to a distance of several tens of meters before firing, at this distance, the dispersion area of the shotgun was just right, and the power was reduced, and any steel ball could penetrate several people, and even sturdy horses could be directly broken. More than a dozen shotguns swept away, and they could clear the field one by one.

The rumbling cannon roared violently, and wherever the projectile went, people turned on their backs, and blood was all over the ground, and no one was spared.

Abatai's heart was beating when he looked behind him, and now he couldn't help but speak, and hurriedly shouted to his subordinates: "Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, go and take the people down, take them down." There are too many casualties in this way, and morale will be lost. ”

The melodious whine of the horn trombone sounded and spread far and wide on this flesh and blood battlefield. But where did the Mongolian cavalry rushing forward withdraw if they wanted to? Under the shelling, there are still many people who can't stop the speed of the impact, and tightening the reins will only throw themselves out because of inertia. If you want to steer, you will also collide with other companions around you.

But the artillery fire on the opposite side will not stop, and the light cavalry artillery is a fast critical hit, and every artillery squad is riveting to fire outward. Anyway, there is no need to aim, the outside of the car formation is full of enemy cavalry, just keep blasting out.

The weather in February was still bitterly cold and windy, but the artillerymen were in full swing. They simply took off their uniforms, shirtless, and shouted slogans to quickly reset the artillery, quickly reload, and fire quickly. At the end of the three-minute battle, the corpses on the opposite side were all over the place, and the Mongolian cavalry was running wolf-run.

The tragic casualties left Abatai with a headache and a thumping of his chest. And a minion ran over tremblingly and reported even worse news, "Master Abatai, the little master of Degele has not returned." ”

"What?" Abatai is not sad now, but shocked. Degele is his tenth brother, Nurhachi's sister-in-law, and he is only sixteen years old this year, and he is a brave young man. Today is the first time he has participated in a big battle.

Seeing Abatai's face, the servant was frightened and knelt down on the spot, "The little master just rushed up and disappeared, and we can't keep up." Everyone else was withdrawn, but he didn't come back. ”

With so many dead people in the sea of corpses and blood, it was finally Nurhachi's family's turn.