What are you doing?

Hearing Zheng Zhilong's words, Xu Zhi'an was stunned for a moment.

"The soldiers of the Beijing camp are in front, and General Zheng can arrange your 20,000 soldiers on the left and right rear flanks, so that if the soldiers of the Beijing camp are defeated, the 20,000 soldiers of Zheng General can play a huge role."

After thinking about it, Xu Zhi'an said to Zheng Zhilong in a consultative tone.

"Good! Then it's decided!"

Zheng Zhilong didn't say anything more, he could see it.

The soldiers of the Beijing camp have their own set of processes that they are very familiar with, and their own soldiers can't be combined with them quickly in a short period of time.

What do you mean by that?

The circle is different, don't melt hard, and the taste is different.

Just be yourself.

Zheng Zhilong gave orders to Gan Hui and Hong Xu with a slight emotion, and the 20,000 soldiers under his command began to move separately, assembling on the left and right flanks of the Beijing camp, just forming a regular triangle with the Beijing camp.

If Xu Zhi'an is confident, Zheng Zhilong's self-confidence is not less than him.

The 20,000 soldiers who came this time were all newly equipped with the same armor as the soldiers in Beijing, and were also equipped with 10,000 flintlock pistols, 3,000 grenades, and 200 explosives. Not to mention Xu Zhi'an, he himself has the confidence to withstand the opponent's attack. It's just that if the enemy's military strength far exceeds your own, it's a bit difficult to say.

But from Xu Zhi'an, he didn't see any worries at all, maybe their musketeers were better trained?

Zheng Zhilong began to look forward to the performance of the most elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

Standing in the center of the formation, on a small plateau temporarily piled up with stones, Xu Zhi'an was observing the enemy's movements through a telescope.

"The enemy still has three miles to get to the battlefield! Mortar men prepare!" Xu Zhi'an held the telescope in one hand and the walkie-talkie in the other hand and gave instructions.

"Mortar prepare!"

"First team received! You're ready!"

"Second team received! You're ready!"

"Team 3.....

Soon, the intercom came with the prepared replies of each team.

In an open space in the center of the formation, a hundred mortars were all in combat condition, and next to each mortar were placed at least ten wooden boxes, all of which were shells.

Of the 12,000 people who landed in Beijing this time, only 8,000 were actually combat personnel, and the remaining 4,000 were all logistical support personnel.

For example, a cook who can shoot artillery, a transport soldier who can shoot, and a medical soldier who can go into battle with a knife to kill the enemy.

These logistical support personnel are all selected from ordinary soldiers, and their treatment in all aspects is exactly the same as that of other soldiers, and some are even higher.

And in these eight thousand, it is divided into artillery and infantry.

Needless to say, the artillery was specially responsible for fighting artillery, a total of 1,000 people. Like the five hundred mortars that are being prepared are part of it.

And the infantry in Beijing is not quite the same as in the traditional sense.

They had knives, and at the same time guns.

The gun is all Chongzhen 4329, and the knife is a bayonet.

Strictly speaking, they were musketeers.

Except for themselves, no one in this world knows how powerful their combat power can be.

This is the first large-scale battle of Chongzhen 4329, and it must be a famous battle.

"The enemy army is still two miles away, each team pay attention, adjust the angle, and release!" The general, who was in charge of directing the mortar battle, gave orders over the walkie-talkie, and the squads began to strictly enforce them.

"A team has received, adjusted, and is waiting for orders!"

"The second team received it, and the adjustment is complete.....

"Launch!"

"Launch!"

"Launch!"

A hundred soldiers crouching in front of the barrel at the same time released the shells in their hands.

Bang bang bang!

A flurry of sounds sounded, and shells flew from the barrels

out, drawing a graceful parabola towards the enemy's camp.

Then there were explosions, and screams began to be heard in the distance.

There was a commotion in front of the Zheng army, which was marching!

"Artillery! Enemy artillery!"

Zheng Jiu in the team shouted loudly for the first time.

Damn, they don't believe what Lao Tzu said, blow up your group of ***!

"Shut up!" Fearing that Zheng Jiu's shouting would disturb the morale of the army, Pan Wu scolded him for the first time. "Didn't you say that their artillery only had a range of one mile? Why is it still possible to launch so far now!?"

Hey?

That's right?

Why shoot so far?

At this time, there are still at least two miles away from the Ming army!

What's going on?

"I don't know! The last time they hit Hai Duong, it was obviously a cannon fired a mile outside the city, who knows what is going on now!? Could it be that the artillery has grown up!?"

"What the fuck you are! Whose artillery will grow!?"

Seeing that the front army was in a lot of turmoil, Pan Wu scolded Zheng Jiu and ran forward with people.

But as soon as he ran far, the second shell of the Ming army came over.

The interval between the front and back is just two sentences! The second round of shelling has already begun!?

Although Zheng Jiu described the power of the mortar in great detail, it was the first time he had seen it.

Thinking that he was used to seeing big scenes, he was a little at a loss for a while!

But as soon as he was stunned, the third shell of the Ming army came over.

No way, although the power of the mortar is not as powerful as the conscience cannon, the rate of fire is fast!

"Stop!"

Pan Wu shouted and gave the order to halt the march for the time being.

What are you kidding, at the speed of this shelling, unless you charge on horseback, the past is death!

As soon as the army received the order, it stopped advancing.

Then he retreated nearly 200 paces before the Ming army's artillery fire stopped.

Pan Wu ordered people to count the casualties, and in just a few moments, the Ming army fired five shells, and the direct consequence was that more than 1,500 soldiers of their front army died on the spot and lost their combat capability.

In total, more than 3,000 people will no longer be able to participate in the next battle.

A group of generals who went out of the city gathered together, all with ugly faces.

Zheng Jiu was also among them, although the expression on his face was not very good-looking, but there was a hint of schadenfreude in his heart.

A group of ***, let me explain that people's shells are powerful, you don't believe it, now believe it, right?

Got beaten, right?

"General Pan, you can't fight like this. At this moment, there were more than 3,000 dead and wounded, and now it is still two miles away from the other party, and if you rush closer, I don't know how many people will die."

"Yes! You can't fight like this, it's a death sentence, not a war!"

"Yes, Pan Shuai, think of a way."

A group of generals said babblingly.

"All I can think of is to divide up and attack together from several directions. Other than that, I'm afraid there's no such thing as a proper way."

Pan Wu was silent for a moment and said what he thought.