Chapter 392: Only forward and bounce like rain

"General, there are still our people on the Ming army!"

"Start a cannon!"

For Tulichen and the Mongolian tribes on the grassland, the Eight Mongolian Banners in the Qing Dynasty were different from them, and they were not the so-called compatriots on the grassland. The reason why I asked was that Tulichen regarded himself as a member of the Qing Dynasty.

The general Abatai looked solemn, he ignored the advice of the people around him, and just issued a decisive order there:

"Send a cannon, don't you listen to the orders of this general?"

Seeing that the heads of his family were so determined, what else could others say? After the leader of the Han artillery team who had been waiting to make the order, he hurriedly ran back to the position of the artillery array. The twenty cannons there had been loading.

At this time, Abatai issued a second order:

"Transfer the order, after the cannon fire, send a message to Daluhua to lead the troops to disperse. Don't be in front of the formation anymore. Each battalion prepares its own way to attack the enemy's formation!"

The volley of twenty twelve-pound cannons was really shaking. In the Qing Dynasty, the artillery was not of quality, so the cannon body was large and there was no certain rule for the charge. They were all vague numbers. This time the military situation was so urgent that the artillery leader was afraid of misleading the problem, so the cannon loading was 10% of the charge.

This fire launch is really deafening. On the battlefield where the sound of killing sounds is drowned out by the loud sound of artillery.

On the side of the Tartar Army, people were just buzzing their ears, a little dizzy, but many horses were irritated by the sudden loud noise. Some horses even threw the knights on their backs off the horse, and for a moment, the cavalry formation was in chaos.

The twelve-pound cannons cast outside the pass were not for field land, but for siege and destroying fortifications. It takes a lot of time to set up the cannons, and there is no speed or efficiency to fire. Only the weapons manufacturing bureau of Jiaozhou Camp can produce twelve-pound cannons for field battles.

In fact, for most of the troops in the East, the six-pound cannons are very luxurious for field battles. The time to set up these six-pound cannons is not shorter than the current twelve-pound cannons, and their power is not very satisfactory. The casting and use of artillery like Jiaozhou Camp is already the best in the world.

When siege, the defenders on the periphery had cleared them, but they just let the artillery calmly set up the artillery within range. Everyone is ready for the back. It is the first time that today is so close. If you are prepared in advance, at least the cavalry must block both themselves and the horse's ears.

On the opposite side, Daruhua and the Mongolian cavalry led his territory to attack the Dengzhou Army's front line array. In front of the opponent's sufficient muskets and spearmen, there were of course ten artillery pieces. They did not play any role at all. The only advantage was that they would be full of heaven and earth attacks, and the ground was filled with smoke and dust, making the opponent unable to see the situation behind them.

Zhao Neng, the general of the Dengzhou Army, was a little calmer at this time. The messengers from all over the place could finally convey the news from the rest of the place to him. Hearing that the Qianmai of each battalion had widened the distance between the camp and gradually expanded outward, the situation at this time was no longer the time for him to disgust the military generals below to do whatever they wanted.

The only thing that needs to be strengthened at present is the left wing. On the one hand, Zhao Neng let the front line disperse when dealing with the enemy's charge. On the other hand, he also transferred the cavalry to the left wing as a mobile ground.

"Let each battalion expand outward. If the Tartar cavalry wants to get close to archery or attack, they must decisively come forward and assassinate!"

Zhao Neng did not take these Mongolian cavalry in front of him into his eyes. After this period of fierce battle and strangle, the general Zhao Neng probably had a vague concept. His formation was restrained and stable. Although he could better guard against the impact of the cavalry, he was just defending and had no better means to attack externally.

The formation is expanded externally, and the number of soldiers on both sides is not so absolute, and the Manchurian horse team is always surrounded on all sides. If the distance between the battalions is opened, it will not only increase mobility and room, but also expand the perimeter of its own local team.

As the circumference expands, the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry surrounding this square formation may not have enough troops to maintain the surround. If the queue becomes thinner, it is not aggressive. Secondly, it is easy to be broken, so it is meaningless to maintain the surround. It may even be defeated by infantry of the Dengzhou Army.

For specific analysis, although the formation of the Dengzhou Army is not a large square formation now, with protruding or concave in the left, right and the back three directions, the Tartar cavalry could not attack, and instead could not advance and retreat so casually, because in real battle, the cavalry did not face the entire formation, but had to fight against each battalion.

In fact, after making this reaction in several other directions, the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry surrounding the Dengzhou military formation no longer dared to fight in this way, but gathered into teams according to their respective subordinates, carefully avoiding, and waiting for further orders from the main general.

General Zhao Neng may not have the ability to command the side, but he is not a stubborn person. He will not feel angry when the messenger responds to the news in time, but will learn from his experience and make adjustments as soon as possible.

However, after this order was issued, twenty cannons fired together...

At this moment, people on the front line felt a huge thunder and loudly thunder. The spear soldiers and musket soldiers of Jiaozhou Camp were shocked and briefly lost their minds.

Zhao Neng subconsciously felt that it was not good. Before he issued an order, the screams were already heard in his ears. The Mongolian cavalry front that could not be attacked and could not retreat was immediately broken at this moment. Just as the shells were all broken.

Then there is the musket soldiers' line of Jiaozhou Camp, and then the spear soldiers' team. The two sides' matchups were about one mile apart, but they kept getting closer during the battle. Now the distance has become more than three hundred steps, and these twenty general guns are set up slightly behind and about four hundred steps.

The range of the general's gun is more than 1,200 steps...

The soldiers of Jiaozhou Camp were all proud of their artillery. They had also seen the power of their artillery ravaging the enemy in front of the formation, but they never thought that one day they would be hit by the artillery on their heads.

The twelve-pound cannon is extremely powerful. When one shot is shot, all people or horses in front of him will be beaten to pieces, especially the artillery is facing the Dengzhou army array. The formation is dense, and the shells are flying into the array, which is even more flesh and blood, which is extremely miserable. After this first round of shelling, the line that has been stable has become a little messy.

At this time, the Mongolian cavalry that was attacking fiercely had received the order to scatter backwards. Now there was no cover in front of the Dengzhou army. Everyone saw twenty cannons still emitting smoke. The Eight Banners Horse Team behind them were waiting for the opportunity to rush forward.

"Scatter, spread out, become a training formation!!!"

Zhao Neng was not injured on the horse. He could feel the shells whizzing past his side. The mount was frightened by the roar of the shells. Zhao Neng took a lot of effort to stabilize the mount and issued this order at the top of his throat.

The officers and officers of each battalion were also a little panicked. After receiving the order, they loudly asked the soldiers to scatter, and the formation was relatively loose. The distance between everyone was the length of the cane of the battalion, so the loose queues were only used in the school field.

"Don't obey orders. Those who act without action will deal with military law!!"

Officers at all levels were hoarsely maintaining their formation, but they looked at their bloody comrades around them, their broken limbs and arms, and those seriously injured and waiting for death. No matter how strong the soldiers were, they would be shocked and could not line up and fight normally according to Cao Dian.

If it was not such a critical situation now, Zhao Neng would have the intention to wipe his neck with a knife. From the beginning, it seemed that he had never organized a battle correctly. He was plotted by the other party step by step and lost the life of the great Dengzhou army in vain.

This kind of shelling not only killed the Dengzhou army, but also scared the Mongolian cavalry cruising outside and ran away from home. In addition to the Manchu Eight Banners and the Han soldiers of the Qing Dynasty had seen the power of such firearms. However, the Mongolian herders on the grassland had never seen such firearms. They thought it was a magic weapon, and they were afraid of being affected, so they all avoided them from afar.

"Architecture, artillery team, fight back. You're fucking back!!"

General Zhao Neng was already a little out of control. The opponent's twenty cannons were facing the center of the area, and the Dengzhou Army's artillery was also in this position. As a result, a round of artillery attacks, although it was not so coincidental, two three-pound cannons were still affected, and the cannon body was directly destroyed.

The soldiers next to these two cannons were either dead or injured, and the entire cannon array was affected. Now only five cannons cannons can be fired.

The artillery commander was busy cleaning up and stabilizing. When he heard the loud command of the main general Zhao Neng, the artillery commander also shouted loudly:

"Sir, the range is not enough, I can't hit it!!"

"Then you just push the cannon close to it, and I'll replace someone else with me if you're afraid of death!"

The artillery leader was scolded by Zhao Neng, and he was stunned at first, then he smeared his face covered with blood and black. He clasped his fists at Zhao Neng, turned around and shouted to the remaining artillerymen:

"Brothers, let's go forward and fight with the Tartars. Don't let people treat us as cowards!"

The artillery all gritted their teeth and agreed, but at this moment, the earth was shaking again, and the Tartars' positions launched a second round of artillery bombardment, and the shells roared over, and one of them might be incorrect. They landed around the artillery array, and the jump directly flew into the Dengzhou army's array.

But the frozen solid land in winter was smashed with soil splashing everywhere, and the artillery soldiers who were about to push the cannon subconsciously lay on the ground to hide.

After the second round of artillery bombardment, the Dengzhou army finally could not maintain its formation. If it weren't for the Tartar cavalry on the periphery, many soldiers would have thrown their weapons and fled.

The dispersed formation just now reduced some casualties, but it was only reduced, and the casualties were still quite large.

Seeing the flags on the opposite side and the teams that were constantly gathering behind the artillery, Zhao Neng knew in his heart that the opponent might continue to fight for a few more rounds, and the cavalry of the brigade was about to rush over. By this time, it would be difficult not to disintegrate.

"Under the guidance of the cavalry, each battalion retreats to the preset camp. The musket soldiers in the front line are left behind. The retreat time is when the musket soldiers attack. Immediately send an order. The cavalry team goes to the left wing to support the rear. Don't leave. Stay here to listen to the dispatch of my official."

Zhao Neng knew that he didn't have much time to hesitate. After a little consideration, he gave this order. The personal guards around him knew that his chief general might be going to charge in battle. This was extremely dangerous. However, Zhao Nengdi's orders were decisive, and they did not dare to refute any refutation.

"The musketeers lined up in line, aligned!"

The musket soldiers who received the order quickly aligned forward according to the order. The same saying was the same, the solid artillery shells at this time were all line-killing, and the casualties of the musket soldiers in such a thin three-row queue on the front line were smaller.

They were also extremely frightened. The twenty cannons on the opposite side seemed to be twenty monsters that were chosen to be devoured. Whether it was Mongolian cavalry, Han soldiers or Jurchen horses, they were all far away from the range. The musketeers didn't know what to do to deal with such a scene.

When I heard this order, it seemed like I had a backbone. Everyone was excited and after aligning, the chaotic team was rectified, but I didn't know what to do next.

Each of the next musket soldiers opened their eyes wide. Dengzhou Army General Zhao Neng had already dismounted and walked to the center of the team. He held an axe and gun in his hand, followed by a flag bearer and four drummers. General Zhao Neng just kept the plate armor on his upper body, with a helmet, and the armor on his lower body had been removed for easy action.

The third round of artillery fired again, and on the left and right of Zhao Neng's location, there were musket soldiers screaming and falling down. However, seeing his main general standing there, the musket soldiers' morale, which had already been depressed, was revived, and the panic was swept away.

The chief general leads the way, this is the worst strategy, because the chief general of the first army should command and dispatch, but the chief general leads the way can also boost the morale of the soldiers below. In such a dangerous situation, the chief general of the first army is with us. In the face of danger, the soldiers can be very calm.

"Everyone is at attention!" "Target enemy artillery array. Step forward ~~ walk!!"

Zhao Neng's axe and gun were flattened and issued a loud order. The drum sound used to control the pace and rhythm also sounded. The musketeers, in accordance with the requirements of the usual marching, put their hands in front of their chests and strode forward. These were almost 1,500 musketeers. When they were marching in line, they slapped them into four rows, and at the rhythm of the drum sound, they strode forward.

The pace is very stable, and each step is about the same distance. The queue is kept neatly based on the battle flag and Zhao Neng who is slightly ahead.

Although there were only one thousand five hundred people in the array, it gave people the feeling of thousands of troops at this time, and they walked forward in the direction of the Tartar cannon array.

Except for the cavalry of the Dengzhou Army who kept a distance between the musket soldiers, the spear platoons in the back row and the remaining musket soldiers have already begun to evacuate the battlefield. Faced with the threat of the cavalry, the infantry should remain motionless. However, the spear platoon formation in Jiaozhou Camp found that even in the movement, the opponent's local cavalry may not be able to do anything to him. The range of the opponent's bow and arrows and the rigorous training of the Dengzhou Army can ensure that after being harassed, they can stabilize the formation and fight against the Tartar cavalry at any time.

The Mongolian cavalry cruising behind the Dengzhou Army was unable to stop the steering due to the adjustment of their troops. They could only watch the infantry of the brigade gathered and began to retreat to the south.

The constant speed of the silent number ranges from one to sixty, the Tartars can launch a round of artillery, from one to one to one hundred and seventy, and the opponent fired two rounds in total, almost from one round of artillery, and Zhao Neng had to count eighty to ninety. This is a simple method of measuring unit time in Jiaozhouying.

These sixty numbers must be faster or slower than sixty seconds, but there is always a calculation that in the face of such earth-shaking shelling, the Dengzhou army actually had such an army pressing forward.

Are you crazy or stupid? The artillery formation on the Tartars hesitated a little.

"According to normal training, counting sixty numbers at a constant speed, the infantrymen of Jiaozhou Camp can take seventy-five steps on a large step, but because of the corpses and obstacles on the battlefield, sixty numbers should take sixty to sixty-five steps. At this time, it is about five hundred steps away from the opponent's artillery array, and they should have six or seven shellings."

Zhao Neng was silently calculating the distance and time he walked in such a step-by-step manner, as well as the possible casualties he might have suffered, but his steps were not stopping at all, and he was still striding forward in big strides.

The fourth round of artillery bombardment roared again, and screams came from Zhao Neng's ground. Zhao Neng'en felt some wet slags splashed on his cheeks, and he ignored them. The axe and gun were still pointing firmly at the front. Seeing his performance, the drummer was also calm and the rhythm of the drum sound remained unchanged.

The musket soldiers followed their usual practice and kept walking in a simultaneous manner. No one could care about their fallen companions. However, someone silently filled the gaps they fell.

"Is this group of wise men crazy?"

In Abatai's original formation, everyone turned the titles "Mingdog" and "Handog" into Ming people and Han people. They had to defeat the other side several times. The Ming army was rebellious several times. You should know that the number of Manchu and Mongolian troops was much higher than that of the other side, and most of them were cavalry, but it was so difficult to fight. Unconsciously, they had already raised the position and evaluation of the other side very high.

Originally, everyone was looking at the troops rushing up with a joking attitude, thinking that the one directly opposite was bombarded by the cannon array, and they wanted to see when you collapsed.

However, during the fifth round of artillery attacks, Abatai and the generals around him changed their faces, and the rhythm of the drums on the opposite side remained unchanged. The queues remained unchanged, and the soldiers' speed of advancing did not change, and they just stepped closer and closer.

The artillery brought by the Tartars were siege cannons, which were not so suitable in field battles. Although the several rounds of artillery bombardment were astonishing, for the Dengzhou army's musket soldiers' ranks in front of them, each round of cannons could only kill less than a hundred people, because the musket soldiers' ranks were thin, and there were only ten artillery guns on the front.

The twelve-pound guns of the Tartars built a safe distance between the cannons and the cannons. The line of twenty cannons is not short, and there is a fatal weakness. It is difficult for this cannon to adjust its direction, and the cannon seat is almost fixed. Otherwise, how could this cannon be mainly used for siege rather than field battles?

The sixth round of artillery attacks...

Those Wu Zhenchaoha who kept loading ammunition, the earth-fire artillery artillery soldiers who brought Sanshun King, were all busy loading artillery. They did not have the training system of Jiaozhou Camp, so they naturally could not be efficient or stern. Moreover, the gradually approaching queue and the increasingly loud drums in front of them became more and more panicked.

They wanted to use this weapon they thought was the most powerful to suppress the drum and destroy the queue. But at this time it seemed that it was useless.

The artillery in the Tartars became more and more panicked, but the speed of firing artillery became slower and slower. After the sixth round of artillery attacks, Zhao Neng's estimate was about 300 steps away from the artillery array. There was always an error in the visual observation. In fact, it was almost 250 steps away, and the opponent's artillery had only fired two rounds.

In fact, there is a problem with the artillery within 200 steps. The cannon mounts all have an elevation angle. If you walk into 200 steps or get closer, the shells can only pass over their heads.

The seventh round of artillery attacks...

Looking at the Dengzhou Army Musketeers' squad, who was still moving forward silently, the cannon leader rolled and crawled to Abatai's horse, kowtowed repeatedly, and cried in horror:
To be continued...