Chapter 394: Showing power to others and catching up

At this time, the entire Dengzhou army in Jiaozhou was just moving forward. They only had the enemies in front, the Tartar army directly in front, and the enemies were still cruising on both wings of the Dengzhou army, but these enemies were just fleeing with the army in panic, and no one wanted to take the opportunity to attack the weak-defense flank.

The Dengzhou army suffered heavy losses, but this resilience and momentum were unstoppable. Now no one dared to stir up the sharpness of the forward army, and the sharpness of the entire Tartar army were eliminated by the advancement of Zhao Neng, the musket troops.

No matter what military law is harsh or how many battles are, the Tatars army can no longer support it. Seeing the neat queue in front of them, no matter whether they are cavalry, cannon or musket soldiers, everyone was completely cold from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

General Abatai was ordered to command the general who had always been a determined general in this battle, and he was approaching the brink of victory several times. He is now the backbone and soul of the entire Tartar army. He has already turned his mount and escaped, and the cavalry team behind him has not insisted on it.

Don't mention the formation transformation of the front team to the back team. The smarter ones directly turn the mounts and run to both sides, and then turn to the north. If your mind is not so flexible, you will turn in place. However, the cavalry of the back team did not know that the front had begun to retreat, and remained still, crowded with each other, and became even more in a mess.

The formation of the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry of the Tartars has always been well maintained. Under the calm dispatch of generals such as Abatai, they galloped back and forth on the battlefield. Until now, there is nothing to say. The entire team seemed like a sand sculpture piled up on a beach, and was beaten by the waves and collapsed with a bang.

For the convenience of attack, the formation of the Man Eight Banners Horse Team has always been very close. It is extremely inconvenient to turn to escape at this time. I fell into great chaos. Although the scene was extremely noisy, almost every cavalry of the Tartars could hear the calm and unchanged step-double sound of the musket queue from the deafening rhythm drum beats.

The madmen were about to catch up again. The soldiers and horses on the front line of the Tartars were panicked. If they ran slowly, they would probably be killed by the muskets of these madmen. Why are there anyone in front of them blocking the way? At this time, who was still concerned about whether they were the same clan and the same clan? For their own life, these cavalry waved their weapons without hesitation, and the scene became even more chaotic.

The rhythm of the drums remained unchanged, but the calm drums made the Tatar cavalry even more chaotic. Zhao Neng breathed slightly heavy, with a slight sweat on his forehead, wearing half-body armor. He kept ordering and strideing forward. This was not a very relaxing task. Moreover, Zhao Neng had commanded almost half of the day to fight, and his mental and physical strength were consumed very much. This charge was even more exhausted.

But the extent of his every step he took was still so big, his expression was cold, and now the Tianzhao Neng is the core of the Dengzhou Army. With him walking in front, the soldiers would not retreat.

Zhao Neng was not so lucky. There were several depressions on his plate armor. These were just now when he was shooting against the North Korean musketeers, stray bullets hit the breastplate.

The plate armor worn by his general of this level is of excellent quality. If the North Korean musket is not fired in front within the range, it may not cause any damage, and the stray bullet will not break the armor.

But the momentum carried by the high-speed flight of the musket projectile was extremely high and hit the plate armor. It was equivalent to being swept by a heavy weapon on the wheel. The armor and the body collided. Zhao Neng's chest hurt and he always vomited blood in his throat, but he endured it and did not show it.

In the view of both the enemy and us, Zhao Neng seemed to be a fearless King Kong at this moment. He was fearless and led the musket soldiers forward like heavenly soldiers. It was unstoppable.

Zhao Neng swallowed the uncomfortable and forced himself in his throat. He raised the axe and gun in his hand and swung it forward, shouting:

"Stand up~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Come on fire!"

The musketeers loaded ammunition and aimed at the range of the Tartar soldiers who were extremely panicked and slashed each other, and pulled the class. At this time, it was really possible that each bullet would destroy an enemy. The four rows of rounds of fire, and the Tartar cavalry fell from the horse like leaves falling from the wind.

The entire formation collapsed with a loud bang in the sound of gunfire. So many troops reached an agreement at this moment and scattered in the other three directions except for the front. The entire army completely dispersed. When the soldiers in the first row opened fire again, only a few unlucky people were hit. The second row opened fire again, and the Tartars army almost completely dispersed.

The situation in front of us truly showed the word "dispersion". The Tartar soldiers completely turned into a mess of sand and fled towards the north in a mess. No one cared about their own flag, no one cared about their own management, and no one even dared to turn back.

The cavalry of the Tartars were just rushing to the horses, and no one even noticed that the musketeers in the third and fourth rows did not make a sound despite the shooting posture.

Looking at the infantry brigade that was yelling forward, the Tartars did not dare to stay here anymore. With the support of the spear formation, the muskets were even more of a nightmare for the cavalry. Moreover, the opponent had already crossed the cannon formation calmly, and the reliance in his hands disappeared. Run away!

The Korean musket soldiers and Han army soldiers could not run away at all. Not to mention the storm-like fire of muskets, they kept pressing their horse stance and following the musket soldiers. They chased them, and the servants who charged in front and broke the road and left behind had no way to run away.

Some of these infantrymen were Han people from the Eight Banners who had lived outside the pass for many years, and some were Han people brought by King Sanshun when he surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. However, their hands were covered with the blood of the Han people. They were also afraid of cruel revenge and knew that there would be no good ending after surrender.

But in this situation, except for surrender, there seems to be only a dead end. The Dengzhou cavalry team, who had been following Zhao Neng, had accelerated and rushed forward, although when they chased them, the Tatar army had already run a little far away.

The Dengzhou cavalry, with less than two thousand people, naturally would not pursue the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry more than ten times more than themselves. Their goal was to intercept these fleeing servant infantry.

These infantry are not strong in combat, but they are soldiers in the Tartar troops who can control firearms and understand various combat techniques. Their Tartars' strength has been greatly enhanced. Many of the shortcomings of cavalry corps' combat are supplemented by these hated infantry.

After running fast and not wanting to stop, the only place left was to surrender. Between the musket soldiers and the cavalry, nearly 5,000 surrendered soldiers were sandwiched between two troops of less than 2,000, but these soldiers did not dare to move around, so they could only kneel down and surrender obediently.

The only five remaining cannons arrived here first. The fire gun soldiers who participated were next to the infantry brigade. Zhao Neng was standing there straight and breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened now. He was relaxed, but his body shook a few times. He grabbed the handle of the axe and gun, and spoke in a deep voice and gave an order:

"The battalions went to the periphery and were on guard against the outside world. The musket soldiers who were not led by this general immediately stepped forward to replace the army academy. What is the name of the military academy that stood up? Yes, Wang Tao is now the commander of the big team. He asked him to lead people to confiscate the weapons in the prisoner. Those who disobey will be killed without forgiveness!"

The messengers gathered around him agreed after obeying the order. They went to the messenger office to issue orders. Zhao Neng felt a little relaxed. For a moment, even the axe and gun in his hand was a little unsteady and fell backwards directly. Although the battle had come to an end, the musket soldiers around him still stood solemnly in the battle situation. Seeing Zhao Neng turning back, he reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The personal soldiers beside them were anxious, afraid that something would go wrong with their chief general, so one of the personal soldiers greeted him and unbuttoned the buttons of several links of the plate armor on Zhao Neng's body. Some people also looked at their lips dry and chapped them, took out a water bag and put them in the mouth to fill them with water, unbuttoned the plate armor, and drank a few sips of water.

Zhao Neng, who had closed his eyes, let out a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and said with a smile:

"I didn't eat enough in the morning, but I was a little dazed. You all went to watch the prisoners and warned the Tartars. The Tartars rode their horses, and maybe they would come back later. I don't have to worry about you."

Several personal soldiers still insisted, but Zhao Neng stared at him and did not dare to say more. The chaos of command was the same thing, but the courage and strength just now greatly improved their prestige in their hearts. After ordering these personal soldiers and guards solemnly salute, they went to work on their own.

Only a personal soldier was left here to guard him. Zhao Neng unbuttoned the lining of the armor, and several huge purple areas on his chest. This was obviously caused by the stray bullet just now. The personal soldier next to him was a little anxious at a glance. He was about to call the military doctor, but Zhao Neng stopped him:

"This little injury is not a problem. And those brothers who are injured and bleeding, let the doctor go and work!"

The personal soldiers stood up behind him, and Zhao Neng sat on it with a golden sword, wearing a cloak, with his chest exposed in the cold wind, and there were thousands of surrendered soldiers kneeling down in front of him. However, this scene was also majestic and happy.

The remaining musketeers and chargers were mixed together and placed on the north side of the front line. The spear platoon also allocated ten battalions to the north and lined up with the musketeers.

Some of the camps that were broken were sent to the battlefield just now to collect ammunition from the dead and seriously injured musketeers. The reason why the firearm array led by Zhao Nengsu did not start shooting in the third row and the fourth row was not because of fatigue, but because the ammunition was exhausted.

The musket bullets at this time were not bullets from later generations, but medicine bags and lead pills filled with gunpowder. They were not light in weight. Generally, a soldier could only take about twenty rounds of ammunition and bullets in addition to carrying heavy muskets. With the guarantee of abundant physical training, each person could get thirty rounds on the battlefield. This was the limit. The musket soldiers in front of the formation kept firing and consuming a lot of ammunition.

Not to mention Zhao Neng's decisive assault just now, such a intensive and rapid shooting, after chasing here, the ammunition was already used up. If Abatai and a certain Tartar general had the courage and determination to attack tentatively, the situation might be completely different.

But when the Dengzhou Army's troops laughed at the end, Zhao Neng had no fear. In such a situation, the Dengzhou Army in Jiaozhou Ying took such great courage to fight, and the winning side must be the Dengzhou Army.

In such a non-war situation, the troops under the Jiaozhou camp system do everything efficiently and strictly. All the surrendered soldiers left their weapons and knelt there, in the north. The muskets, artillery teams and spearmen teams were alerted, and the situation was completely under the control of the Dengzhou army.

"Spread the cavalry out and go to various places to investigate. The Tartars will definitely gather their troops and horses. We must find out where their camp is located. The cavalry of the Tartars did not hurt their vitality and could counterattack at any time. Go quickly!"

Zhao Neng issued this order in a harsh manner. The situation in front of him was that the firearms and ammunition of Jiaozhou Camp was already very nervous, and the spear-ground infantry team was extremely tired. If the opponent's cavalry team could organize a cavalry attack like he had just done, then he would most likely suffer a great loss, and the situation he finally got would collapse.

Although the cavalry team was extremely tired, they were also very excited. They wiped sweat from their faces there, and immediately clasped their fists to obey the orders. They rode their horses to assign tasks.

In such a scene, everyone was full of joy. This was a great victory. From the sudden encounter when they woke up in the morning, they fought until the sun was about to set. They were all defeated several times, and they were all pulled back several times. At the end, they were about to collapse. Who would have thought that the strange peak suddenly rose and turned the tables again.

Finally, Wanjun shouted "Forward" in unison and charged forward. Everyone thought about it and was extremely excited when they were in it, and everyone was in a state of excitement.

However, Zhao Neng sat there without any happiness. The collapse of the left wing, the shooting and killing of the Mongolian horses after the close distance, and the bombardment of cannons caused great losses to the Dengzhou army. Although the battle on his side seemed to be a great victory, the Tartars' Jurgent team did not suffer much loss, and the Mongolian horse team in the minion army did not suffer much loss. The other side was a cavalry, and although it could make a comeback, the situation was still not optimistic.

"Sir, what should we do with these prisoners?"

A messenger brought a request to escort the prisoners to the point of inspection and escort the prisoners. Zhao Neng woke up from his thoughts. At this time, he felt a little cold. He put the inner liner of the fur on his body again, and tightened the cloak. He spoke coldly:

"What do they say!"

The generals in the Jiaozhou camp system did not blindly follow their superiors, but had their own opinions and positions. The generals usually asked, either to learn from their opinions or directly accept their opinions. Sure enough, after he asked this, the personal soldier quickly replied:

"Sir, I said that these infantrymen are all strong soldiers, and it is a good place to go back to be civilians. If you are willing to surrender, even if you are incorporated into our Dengzhou Army, it will not be impossible. Many battalions have suffered too much damage this time, after all, they are all Han people."

Zhao Neng breathed a sigh of relief, it was full of white fog. This was the weather that was about to enter the twelfth lunar month and would not be warm at all. Among the generals of the Jiaozhou Camp, Zhao Neng was known for his taciturnity and rarely had any long-term comments. Moreover, people were also some good people. The following generals of the camp, Qianzong, were in charge of the generals, and if they wanted to stick to their opinions, Zhao Neng would generally not argue, but would let it go.

However, this time, when Zhao Neng heard the obvious reasonable words from the military general below, he was silent. After a while, he spoke coldly:

"Go and bring my words to those boys. These people in front of them are beasts with Han people's skins. After entering the pass, they came south. They did what they did to the common people along the way and massacred the city. Did they ever think they were Han people? At that time, our brothers from Dengzhou Army died at the hands of these people. At that time, did these people think they were Han people? Their glory and wealth were all outside the pass. When the Tartars came over, do you think they would be in the same position as our Jiaozhou!"

After asking a few replies, the personal soldier who came to ask for instructions certainly understood the meaning and the honest man did not speak, but every sentence of the words was about the key points. The personal soldier thought about the battle on this day, and obeyed the orders with his fists and said:

"The villain understands, so I will pass the adult words to the generals of the thousand generals of each battalion to listen to it!"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a noise nearby, and I could hear someone shouting at the top of my lungs:

"I was a general in Dengzhou, the Ming Dynasty, and I always had the Ming Dynasty. This time, the reason why the Tartars entered the ambush circle of your army and that the Tartar soldiers and horses were so incompetent to deal with it was a small effort!"

After being shouted like this, Zhao Neng and his personal soldiers were interrupted. He looked in the direction of the shouting and saw several soldiers escorting a leader of a Tartar soldier coming here. The man walked while showing his merits, and shouted at the top of his voice:

"The villain wants to meet the general, and there is a report on the inside story of the Tartars and a report on the important matters of the Tartars!"

Soon, the man had been escorted to the front and fell to the ground with his whole body tied up. The leader of the Tartar soldier raised his head desperately to look at Zhao Neng in front of him, and said in fear:

"Master, the villain was taken to the Donglu by the great rebel chief Kong Youde during the day. He has always been in the mind of the Ming Dynasty. This time, the great victory of the army. The villain has done a lot of effort, and the villain has done a lot of effort!"

Zhao Neng slowly stood up from the stool, looked coldly at the leader of the Tartars who was struggling to show his merits, and asked calmly:

"Oh, from what you mean, are you still a meritorious minister?"

The man on the ground tried desperately to kowtow, but he seemed to be a shrimp, and he was extremely timid. He said:

"The great army is powerful and the great general is powerful. How dare the villain take credit? But he has put some effort into it. Moreover, the villain has been in the Tartars for a long time. Knowing the secrets will definitely be of great benefit to the army, the general, and the Ming Dynasty. The villain knows that he has a great sin, but he also asks the great general to give the villain a chance to make meritorious service and atone for our Ming Dynasty!"

Zhao Neng pulled out the command knife he wanted to see. This knife was a slightly shorter embroidered spring knife style and could be used for actual combat. Zhao Neng said with a sneer:

"Depending on your outfit, you are the general who commanded the infantry just now!"

"Yes, yes, the villain knows that it is a death sentence to colliding with the army just now. But the villain does know the Tartars' soldiers and many secret matters outside the pass. Please give the villain a chance to make meritorious service and atone for his sins!"

"Just just now, when you drove your subordinates to urge the army and our Jiaozhou camp to attack and kill each other, did you think you were a Han person? Since you entered the pass, you led your troops to plunder along the way and poisoned the desperate people in the northern Zhili of the Ming Dynasty. Did you think you were a Han person? When you followed Kong Youde to massacre Dengzhou and ravage Shandong, did you think you were a Han person. At this time, you were defeated and killed. You said you were a Han person. I am a Chinese man, and there is no beast like you!"

Zhao Neng shouted with anger, and after angrily scolded, the command knife in his hand slashed down. The man's disgusting voice of begging for mercy suddenly stopped, his body and head separated, and blood gushed wildly. Although it was a battle just now, the surrounding soldiers and generals all jumped in their hearts and took a step back. Zhao Neng said coldly:

"The civilians who were taken away from the pass can be said to be innocent. These people help the evil and are as hateful as the Tartars. How can they stay? Do you know how to pass the order?"

The personal soldiers standing around were standing attentively and saluted loudly. Zhao Neng nodded and ordered:

"If you don't leave any one, you will be executed on the spot!!"

At this time, the Dengzhou army had recovered from the excitement of the victory just now, and the casualties in each camp were almost counted. The data were reported to Zhao Neng's side, with nearly 6,000 casualties. The Tartars' bows and arrows were shooting at all distances, the cavalry team rushed to the formation, and the light cavalry covered them. The most casualties caused by these attacks.

The army of 21,000 people had nearly 6,000 casualties, which was an unacceptable number for the Jiaozhou Camp system. Although the scene in front of me was a victory, the casualties were the largest casualties since the founding of the army.

The brothers of the comrades were so scary that apart from the battalions that suffered heavy losses, the eyes of the generals and soldiers in the central area were red. Zhao Nengdi's orders were issued, so he would naturally implement them resolutely.

Those Korean musketeers who accomplice the Tartars for tigers, those Han Eight Banners and Sanshun King soldiers, who were lucky enough, in their impression, the Ming army generals must think of replenishing their manpower from high-quality prisoners of war like them, because the strength is strength, and they cannot be neglected, and their own capital cannot be neglected. The soldiers will die when they are killed in battle, which is not worth a penny and will not care about it.

Who would have thought that this group of Ming troops was not an ordinary way at all. They valued the lives of their comrades very seriously. The soldiers of Jiaozhou camp were not simple tools. They had their own ideas and they knew revenge...

The massacre ended quickly, with soldiers full of revenge and prisoners without morale, well-trained Jiaozhou camp soldiers, frustrated Korean soldiers, and the Jurchen-made Han Eight Banners. This comparison is easy to guess the result, and the process is extremely rapid.

He poked over with a spear like a squad. Guan Bao had no living people. Whether it was the Korean musket soldiers or the Han Eight Banners, they were all scared. They did not even resist when they were dying. At that time, the Han people who had always been weak in the pass were so strong and cruel.

Haven’t you always been there to talk about some great principles and benevolence and righteousness?

For thousands of years, the Han people relied on force to conquer all places suitable for survival in East Asia. They have always suppressed the four barbarians with their authority. However, in the late Ming Dynasty, the etiquette system collapsed, natural disasters and man-made disasters, and the country was in a slump. This allowed some incompetent Donglin scholars to come to power, and the party struggles were extremely fierce. However, they were convinced by the barbarians around them.

As a result, the chaos in She'an in the southwest was in chaos, and several provinces were shocked. The Northeast Tartars repeatedly launched troops to invade and ravaged the Ming Dynasty. This was all the so-called sentiment of benevolence and righteousness.
To be continued...