A sky-high fire broke out inside Songshan Fort, and thick black smoke rose into the sky.

The fire spread quickly, and it didn't take much effort, as if the entire Songshan Fort was shrouded in fireworks.

Many cannon fodder who rushed into the fort rushed out in embarrassment.

The cannon fodder who lived a life of pigs and dogs in the camp of the dead was for survival rather than death.

Under the fire, the instinctive reaction is to run away.

A large number of Tartars took the opportunity to kill, driving the cannon fodder all the way out of the gap.

The artillery of the Ming army, which was only one hundred and ten paces away, erupted again without hesitation, and hundreds of small iron beads surged out, directly knocking down the Tartars and cannon fodder together.

The firecrackers who suppressed the shooting also fired one after another, and the dense projectiles turned the gap into a human purgatory.

The corpses of the Tartars and cannon fodder were pressed one after another, like the entrance to purgatory of the Ghost Pressure Festival.

Soon, however, more Tartars rode their horses, trampling the corpses of the ground with iron hooves and pouring out over the gap.

At the forefront were the Derges, who were tightly guarded by the Bayalas.

He had a lot of experience in battle formations, first throwing out a group of people to attract the Ming army's artillery to fire, and then taking advantage of the opportunity to reload the firearms to rush out.

In the past, when facing the firearms of the Ming army in the field, they all responded in this way.

Arguably, the best has been done in terms of tactics.

But it's just a tactic.

Strategically speaking, this army of Derg has already fallen into a dead position, and the only thing that can be fought for is to achieve greater results before perishing as much as possible.

The choice of the Derg class is to go straight to the big pole several miles away.

If a miracle can happen, then kill or force the emperor of the Ming Dynasty back, and then cause the Ming army to collapse, maybe there will be a 1 in 10,000 chance of escaping.

However, the sound of the fire gun sounded again in a dense manner, but it completely eliminated the delusion of the Derge class.

"How is that possible?!"

A large area suddenly fell around the Derge class, and he stared in disbelief at the Ming army's gunpowder phalanx not far away, "The Ming army's firearms, how could they fight so fast?" ”

Before the Ming army's gunfire shooting speed peaked was the Zhejiang soldiers, and when they fought in the bloody battle of the Hunhe River, they left a very deep impression on the Tartars.

But these Ming troops in front of them, their fire rate is even faster than that of the Zhejiang soldiers back then!

The Derge class feels incredible, and the actual reason is very simple, Li Yunze has upgraded the quality of the firecracker.

The advent of the carton charge greatly increased the rate of fire.

In addition, the long-term and strict training has also greatly improved the quality of the Ming army's firecrackers.

In the past, the firecrackling soldiers of the Ming army usually crackled from a distance when they fought in the field, and it was difficult to achieve any effect.

On the one hand, there is a lack of training and low morale, and on the other hand, the quality of firearms is poor, and they just want to throw it away like a hot potato in their hands.

And the Shenji Battalion has made up for all kinds of shortcomings, although there are still various problems, but in most aspects, they are completely different.

What frightened the Derg class even more was that the artillery, which had been spared before, quickly turned the muzzle and pointed at it with the assistance of rubber tires.

Zheng Sihai was originally a rural villager in Yongping Mansion, Beizhili, with only a few acres of thin fields at home, and three brothers who couldn't afford to marry a wife, so his life was extremely difficult.

When Jingying was recruiting new recruits in the provinces of Beizhili, he successfully enlisted because he had eavesdropped outside the window of a private school for several years and could barely write his name.

An Jiafei helped the eldest brother Zheng Yishan marry a daughter-in-law, and the monthly salary accumulated after enlisting in the army helped the second brother Zheng Erhe and the third brother Zheng Sanhu marry a daughter-in-law.

When I went back to my hometown to visit relatives before, my family had already built a new house, and because he was in Beijing, he was able to give priority to tenanting 100 acres of land from Huangzhuang.

The family is already helping him say that he is a daughter-in-law, and when this battle is over, he can go home and marry his daughter-in-law.

In the past, the father who couldn't afford to raise his four sons was also angry, and he must say a beautiful daughter-in-law to the promising little four.

'My son is a soldier of the Beijing camp!' This is what Daddy Zheng often says.

The sergeant who used to have a low status in the Ming Dynasty has finally improved his social status.

Today's days are unimaginable when we were poor in the past.

When the generals in the battalion gather every day, they will say that these good days are for the emperor to the big guys, and the big guys must listen to the emperor in the future.

Zheng Sihai thought so.

Now the emperor told them to kill the Tartars, and they just beat them to death.

Forcibly enduring the pungent and choking smoke of gunpowder, as he did during his training on weekdays, he took out a cardboard shell and stuffed the carton from the bag hanging from his waist and stuffed it into the firebolt, followed by the projectile and then pressed it with a strip.

"One, two, three." After smashing it three times, Zheng Sihai took out the tong strip and hung it back, and listened to the general roar and raised the fire hammer and opened fire on the messy Tartars a hundred and ten paces away.

In another crackling dense sound, Zheng Sihai heard the screams of fellow villager Chen Erxi not far away.

Subconsciously looked over, Chen Erxi had already fallen to the ground, and the second half of the fire gun in his hand had been blown up.

Zheng Sihai, who has undergone strict training, knows that this is because Erxi has put too much fixed medicine, or simply forgot to take out the tong.

"Erxi hasn't married a daughter-in-law yet..."

Before the thought in his mind was finished, the general roar came again: "Bomb! ”

The habit brought about by long-term strict training forced Zheng Sihai to repeat the movements that he had practiced countless times, and took out a cloth stick to clean his chest.

After several rounds of shooting, the total roar finally changed to "Stop, go to the knife!" ”

Picking up the bayonet with a loop hanging from his waist, he stuck it at the muzzle of the gun "Come forward!" ”

Zheng Sihai and his companions lined up in a tight queue, and with the sound of drums and the roar of the general, they walked out of the gunsmoke area step by step, and walked straight to the group of corpses that were scattered all over the ground.

The corpses of men and horses were strewn everywhere, most of the Tartars were dead, but some of the wounded fell to the ground wailing.

"Thorn!"

Rows and rows of bayonets passed, and they all made up for it, whether they were dead or alive.

The wounded soldiers of the Tartars crawled backwards screaming, and the cries and begs for mercy were very poignant and heartbreaking.

Under long-term training, the Ming musketeers mechanically followed the drums and the shouts of the generals.

"I'm Big Kimbel..."

At Zheng Sihai's feet, a Tartar wearing blue armor with his legs crushed under the dead horse screamed, "Rao..."

'Poof! ’

Zheng Sihai, whose face was pale, drew his bayonet and stepped forward again, and his big foot in leather boots stepped on the Tartar who called himself Baylor, and continued his work.

"Hooray."

Man Gui, who came on horseback, turned over and dismounted, and walked quickly to Li Yunze to salute, "The battlefield has been counted, and a total of 2,339 Tartar captives have been killed in this battle. There should still be some in Songshan Fort, but now the fire is too big to enter. ”

"If you can't get in, don't get in."

Clapping his hands and standing up from the horse, Li Yunze glanced at Songshan Fort, which had been engulfed in flames, and turned to walk towards the war horse, "Leave a battalion of men and horses to clean up, and bring back the first-class flag or something, and put it on the river for the Tartars to see clearly." ”

"Yes!"

"Long live Hexi, this battle is a complete victory!"

"Victory?" Li Yunze, who skillfully turned over and got on the horse, raised his finger and shook it, "It's just an appetizer." ”

"Tenth brother..."Huang Taiji on horseback shook and almost fell down.

The people around hurriedly stepped forward to support the "Great Khan Day mourning." ”

Huang Taiji, who was holding the clairvoyant mirror tightly, was stunned, "Ben Khan must avenge the tenth brother!" ”

He's not acting, it's really heartbreaking.

Now Houjin is facing an unprecedented crisis, and every flag and every relative is a help.

But more than 2,000 people and horses in the Blue Banner were piled up in a conspicuous place on the opposite bank at this time, and most of them were real tartars, how could they not be heartbroken.

"Eighth child, this is not right."

Dai Shan, who looked solemn, said, "Xiao Shi sent troops to detour, this matter is extremely confidential. How did the other side know? Can you accurately grasp your whereabouts and eat them in one bite, and you can't even run? ”

Huang Taiji, who had reorganized his emotions, nodded vigorously: "What the second brother said is true." Sukh Saha, is there any news from the friend on the other side? ”

"Great Khan, news has just been sent from there, saying that on the night of the Ten Beylers sending troops, Minggou took advantage of the night to mobilize the army out of the camp and go south."

"Someone must have leaked the news!"

The banner owner of the Blue Banner, Mang Gurtai, was furious: "I'm going to kill him!" ”

The soldiers of the Derge class are all soldiers with the blue flag, and the losses are naturally counted on his head, so how can he not be angry.

"This matter should be strictly investigated." He has always used intelligence warfare to fight the Ming army, but he didn't expect Huang Taiji, who was actually beaten by the Ming army with intelligence warfare, glared at Suke Saha hatefully, "I'll leave it to you, you must do it quickly." ”

"Eighth." The hot-tempered Mang Gurtai brandished his whip, "What are you waiting for, let's cross the river and fight over." ”

"The surface of the river is not frozen yet, and now whoever crosses the river first will be beaten, and he will be hit halfway through." Huang Taiji shook his head, "It's not time yet." ”

"When's that time?" Mang Gurtai anxiously rode his horse in circles, "If it doesn't work, take a detour, go around the distance and cross the river to fight." ”

"Fifth brother." Huang Taiji squeezed out a smile and forcibly explained to the fool, "I can't get around." If there are fewer people, it will be the next derger. There are many people, and the Ming army is not blind, so they just move the camp with us. Let's wait for a while, and when the river freezes over the surface, we will attack and intercept their grain routes and trap them. ”

There were many cavalry in the Tartars, and many foot soldiers in the Ming army.

The Tartars, who have an advantage in tactical mobility, can choose the place of the battlefield and the time of entry into the battlefield for themselves, that is, they have the initiative.

The Ming army was not strong enough to catch up, and the forced pursuit would only be dragged down.

For Huang Taiji, his tactic is still to drag the Ming army and cut off its grain route, even if it is to let the Ming army go all the way north to the city of Shenyang.

The farther north, the longer the Ming army's grain route became, and the faster it collapsed after being cut off.

For Li Yunze, he knows very well that Huang Taiji has a very high strategic vision and will not care about the gains and losses of one city and one place.

Therefore, his goal from the beginning was not Shenyang City, but to eliminate the living force of the Tartars.

Because of the lack of cavalry to catch up, he deliberately camped on the south bank of the Daling River to lure the main force of the Tartars to come over and destroy it in a battle.

At this time, Li Yunze was driving a forklift.

He drove a forklift and transported tons of 925 industrial silver from the warehouse to his Chinese military tent.

After transporting 8.7 tons of silver, Li Yunze closed the door of time and space and beckoned Wang Chengen in.

Looking at the silver mountain in front of him, Wang Chengen couldn't help but tremble.

He knew that the emperor had a magical ability to summon things, but it was precisely because he knew that he never dared to talk too much.

Knowing this kind of secret is already a knife hanging over the head, and if you talk more, you really dislike your life too long.

"Move out." Li Yunze, who drank half a bottle of Sprite, instructed, "I will fulfill my promise and reward the meritorious soldiers." ”