Qin Bangping and several other general soldiers were dumbfounded, this is the retreat?

What kind of magic tactic is this?

Looking at Qin Rongshuai's triumphant expression, he waved his hand in a dashing manner, "Go back, set up camp, and fight tomorrow morning!" ”

Several general soldiers were puzzled, and specially asked Qin Rongshuai for advice, what is the mystery here.

Qin Rongshuai was willing to say anything, he just fooled a few words and sent people away.

Qin Rongshuai here is happy, but Jianyu is panicking on the other side.

After Nurhachi returned to the camp, he immediately closed the camp gate and held out, and at the same time ordered the whole army not to remove their clothes and armor, and not to leave their swords. At night, everyone is on high alert, no one is allowed to sleep, and carefully beware of a father who comes to harass him at night.

Tens of thousands of people in the whole army did not sleep all night, and waited until dawn, and there was no movement.

Nurhachi's eyes suddenly darkened, and he was careless.

Before the weather was cold, the soldiers of the Ming army began to get busy, burying pots and cooking and sorting out equipment and baggage.

Putting on their armor and wiping their knives and guns, the musketeers began to count their gunpowder and lead.

The gunpowder in the large barrels was removed one by one, and the gunners pushed out the cannons one by one and walked towards the gun emplacement.

These gunners are all veterans recruited by Qin Rongshuai from other places with high salaries, after all, artillery is a technical branch, and it is not something that can be trained in a short time.

The gun commander, lookout, and main gunner are all veterans, and the deputy gunner, rifper, and bomb carrier are all new soldiers.

The musketeers began to assemble in phalanx, moving slowly forward in orderly steps to the sound of war drums, spearmen in heavy armor with spears in their hands in front of the musketeers, and sword and shield men with waist knives and rattan cards pushing carts with iron plates in the forefront.

The carts slowly pressed towards the camp as if moving the city wall.

Although the Jianyu army was exhausted, but at this time they had to cheer up, and one by one the leading Jialazhang Kyoto began to shout, and next to each Niu Lu Zhangjing, a large number of armored soldiers gathered.

The brave and warlike white-armored soldiers began to put on double or three-layer armor, complete horse bows and foot bows, as well as throwing weapons such as throwing axes and javelins, with spears and halberds and fine iron sickles and picks in their hands, jumped on their war horses, and began to warm up.

For a while, the wind on the south bank of the Hunhe River carried a solemn aura, and the two armies were lined up in black pressure, boundless, slowly rolling on the black earth.

The thunderous drums of war sounded, and the armies on both sides moved faster and faster.

Driven by the sound of drums, a large number of cavalry began to move, and the distance between the two armies was enough for the cavalry to charge on horseback.

The four hooves of more than 10,000 war horses struck on the solid ground of Liaodong, and the horse's hooves vibrated and brought up a large amount of floating dust, raising dozens of meters high.

The earth shook and trembled.

A large number of Jianyu cavalry, like a huge black and gray beast, thought of the thick Ming army and rushed to the big formation.

"Fifteen hundred steps!"

"One thousand two hundred steps!"

"A thousand steps!"

"Ready!" With the roar of the gun commander, the artilleryman quickly stuffed the round shells into the barrel of the cannon and ignited the gunpowder rope.

As the rope burns shorter and shorter, the enemy gets closer and closer.

Then rows of huge explosions rang out, and heavy shells smashed down on the black-pressed cavalry line-up.

Dozens of cannonballs drilled into the cavalry group in no particular order, and the iron balls whistled with the hot wind generated by the friction of the air, and the formation of the Jianyu cavalry had spread out as much as possible, but the whistling shells still smashed into the formation.

A cannonball struck the cavalryman at the front, smashing his head and then slamming into the chest of the cavalryman behind him without hindrance.

Despite the heavy armor on the cavalry, the shells shredded their bodies like tissue paper, breaking bones, then internal organs, blood gushing out, and then shells smashing at the third and fourth without stopping.

Many cannonballs fell in the cavalry formation at the first time, bouncing and rolling on the thick ground, countless horse legs were directly broken by the cannonballs and flew away, and one cannonball caused more than a dozen cavalry to fall off their horses.

On such a battlefield where thousands of horses galloped, these cavalrymen did not have time to let out a scream, and then they were trampled into flesh by the hooves of the galloping horses.

Those who were lucky enough to avoid the shells were faced by the next Zhankou cannon and tiger squat cannon, and the iron pieces flew around, and the iron pieces driven by the blast wave entered the human body, and the screams resounded throughout the battlefield, and countless cavalry were knocked over on horseback and fell to the ground.

The entire enemy in front of him was trapped in a sea of blood.

The muzzle of the cannon kept bursting with firelight, the earth was shaking, and clouds of pungent smoke enveloped the entire Ming army formation, and the rumbling cannon sound was like a life-urging note.

The gunners were still methodically cleaning the chambers, carrying the shells, loading the gunpowder, and then firing at the order.

Qin Bangping and the other general soldiers grew their mouths, and looked at the hellish scene of Shura in front of them in disbelief, this is the Jianyu who is known as the unparalleled cavalry and archery?

Not to mention them, even Qi Jin, a general who is good at firearms combat, was dumbfounded.

The cavalry who rushed to the front in the hell of artillery fire was desperate to find that in front of them were thick carts, and behind them were rows of muskets.

A continuous burst of gunfire rang out, and blood splashed the cavalrymen.

The cavalry of Jianyu desperately pulled up their bows and arrows to shoot back, and in the baptism of artillery fire, on the back of high-speed horses, this did not affect the shooting of these elite cavalry at all.

Dense arrows fell into the phalanx of musketeers, and from time to time someone was shot and fell to the ground, and then quickly dragged to the rear, and the vacant places were immediately filled.

Inspired by Qin Rongshuai's aura of morale, the musketeers shouted the trumpet, and one row after another stepped forward to fire the muskets.

At this time, the running group of hundreds of guns of the new army began to extend their fire, aiming at the infantry behind the cavalry.

The larger, more numerous infantry groups were like an ocean, and the round shells smashed into it and splashed a large blood-colored wave.

Driven by various Niu Lu Zhangjing, the Jianyu infantry gritted their teeth and charged against the casualties of artillery fire.

The new army on Qin Rongshuai's side maintained a dense formation under the leadership of the veterans, and nervously loaded muskets one by one.

Lookouts constantly shouted the distance of the enemy, and the musketeer's heart beat faster and faster as the enemy army got closer and closer.

"Two hundred steps!"

"Musketeers prepare!"

"Aim!"

"Put!"

After the gunfire, the heavy infantry phalanx of Jianyu fell in unison. The officers and veterans of the Jianyu roared desperately, "Three shots! After three shots, they crossed! ”

"Don't stop, keep rushing!"

And then another volley!

Then the third row, the fourth row.

Endless lines of musketeers lined up, holding their muskets and pulling the trigger, then backing away to the musketeers behind them.

The musketeers, on the other hand, had to run to the last row, reload, and wait for their turn to shoot again.

The thick formation ensured the continuous and intensive fire of the musket, and also gave the musketeer enough time to reload and repair, and the advanced flintlock pistol had the advantage of fast firing and long range.

In particular, the firing distance is longer than the opponent's heavy arrow, which ensures that the musketeer can shoot the enemy from a safe distance.

In the face of this epochal weapon, the hoplites that Jianyu was proud of were constantly knocked down in front of the muskets.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers.

Before they could get closer, Jianyu suffered heavy losses, especially the veterans who were in the second row.

The cannon fodder in the front row lost more quickly than they imagined, and they didn't have time to react at all, and the elite veterans also suffered heavy losses.

Jianlu's morale collapsed.