Chapter 401: The trapped beast, kill, and join the siege

Horses are also spiritual animals. When facing sharp objects, they will be afraid and fearful. They are densely packed in front of them, and the tips of chilled spears flashing in the sun, and the horses also want to dodge.

But when these horses dare not turn around or look back, in the instinct of animals, and in the control of their owners on their backs, they are not allowed to turn back. The consequences of turning back will be even more miserable and will not be better than hitting them.

Cavalry continued to fall to the ground while rushing forward. Although they had not yet entered the length of the spear, the unstoppable round shooting in the six gaps caused them considerable damage. But even such a large casualty and injury had not stopped the opponent from colliding.

When you hit it, you will run into it. From the first day you enter the army, the spear soldiers of Jiaozhou camp will be instilled with this belief by non-commissioned officers and officers. You are a brick in the city. You have to face the most terrifying scene on the battlefield. You have to fight side by side with your comrades and rely on the strength of the team to fight.

Relying on team and discipline and strong will, you can defeat those enemies whose combat power exceeds yours.

It is difficult to meet a cavalry when a spearman is alone, but a team of fully organized spearmen can remain as stable as a mountain when facing the same number of cavalry, and can even win in battle.

As long as you are united and strong, you can definitely withstand or even defeat it. What's more, there are the support of the musket soldiers around you and the reliance of the army behind you.

This is completely different from the battle between the Dengzhou Army and the Tartars army that day. The soldiers of the Dengzhou Army felt that they were fighting alone. Although they stimulated morale, the string in their hearts was too tight. If it was broken, it would cause collapse. Today's Jiaozhou Army is different.

They were calm in their minds, so they could face the crazier enemy than yesterday with a stronger and more fearless attitude. Even when the Tartar cavalry rushed in front of them, the arms of the spearheads of the Jiaozhou Battalion did not tremble and their eyes were firm.

The "puff" and "puff" sounded first, and the sound was then covered up by the outbreak of screams and shouts. The complete infantry front was extremely solid, and the square formation had not even changed and was not shaken at all.

The cavalry rushing in front of them were all in the jungle of spears, and people and horses were penetrated. The sound just now was the sound of the spear tip piercing the human body and horse body. The battle between steel and flesh can be imagined. The weapons in the hands of these Mongolian cavalry can attack, that is, throw them forward desperately when they are dying, or injured soldiers in Jiaozhou camp, that's all.

Even the collision was just like this. Before the seven camp formations in Jiaozhou Camp, the first wave of cavalry hit the spear and rushed to the front only where the infantry front was facing, while the musket soldiers in the six gaps were in the gap.

The musket soldiers who kept shooting in constant rotation knocked down the cavalry in front of them one by one. Even if they were not afraid of death, the already crazy cavalry team needed to change the direction of their movement, otherwise they would have to die meaninglessly dozens of steps away from the front.

The cavalry team in front of him were dispersed, and the musket soldiers arranged in the first row began to shoot towards the Mongolian cavalry that rushed to the infantry fronts on both sides. This method was to start fighting with the two armies, and the muskets were fired in the same way as the cavalry team's muskets. After the ammunition was loaded behind, they directly transmitted the muskets from the back to the front, and shot from the first row in obliquely and directly from the second row.

Such a description may seem chaotic and troublesome, but after practice, each movement is close to the standardized musketeers, and the efficiency becomes extremely high.

The Tartar cavalry on the infantry front also became more and more sparse under such shooting. The slower the attack speed of the rear row. The slower the cavalry will be shot calmly by the musket queue and fall down continuously.

The formation of the seven battalions is completely blocked for the Manchu and Mongolian Tartar cavalry army. Except for the charge in front, most of the cavalry were divided into two groups. The large group of troops rushed to the back of Jiaozhou camp along both sides of this large position.

It was like a reef in the sea. The big waves that rushed towards the reef were smashing into pieces on the reef, and even larger waves were around the reef and rushed straight behind the reef.

However, behind this reef, there are even larger reefs waiting for them. Perhaps it is not a reef, but a mountain, or a continent.

After the Third Battalion went into battle for a period of time, the Tenth Battalion and the Twentieth Battalion began to depart and follow, and there was a large distance between the two fronts.

The Manchu and Mongolian cavalry bypassed the seventh battalion front and rushed straight to the front behind. This time, the firearms line waiting for them was waiting for them.

Just now, in addition to the 2,200 musketeers from these 11 battalions, Li Meng drew out two thousand musketeers from his own formation and joined the second line. More than 4,000 musketeers were arranged in four rows. The width of this line was almost as good as the rushing formation of the Tatar cavalry army.

Every fifty people, a firearm commander stood there and issued orders. The two lines were about two hundred steps apart. After the Tartars cavalry bypassed the first formation, they were about to enter the formation. However, the general commander standing on the right wing (the firearm commander standing on the far right wing of the first row of the musket queue, responsible for the unified order of the brigade) never made any sound.

With such a density and formation, the Tartars must be placed closer to shoot, so that the best effect can be achieved. The firearm commander in the queue has begun to whisper to ask the musket soldiers around him to check the ammunition and fuse, and check whether the musket is waiting to be fired. Everything cannot be wrong.

When the cavalry of the brigade bypassed the front army, smoke and dust quickly covered the front. In such weather, many things can be seen very clearly, but at this time, the comrades in front could no longer see clearly. They could only see the Tartar cavalry running in the front. The smoke and dust behind the Tartar cavalry even blocked their companions.

The soldiers held muskets in a diagonal manner, and were never in a state of shooting. Looking at the cavalry charge with such a huge momentum, seeing these enemies being so crazy, many people were still nervous and excited in their hearts, but the firearm commander in each queue was desperately restraining their soldiers to maintain this state.

Although it has a wooden fork bracket, the heavy smoothbore gun is still very physically exhausted. Since the commander-in-chief of the firearm has not given the order, it must maintain the most labor-saving state so as not to tremble, the ballistic trajectory will be crooked, and the power will be lost.

One hundred and twenty steps, the general commander's expression remained motionless. One hundred steps, the general commander's expression was still calm. Ninety steps, the general commander raised his eyebrows, and eighty steps, the general commander raised his axe and gun in his hand, shouted in a lengthening voice:

"First row~~~prepare~~prepare!!!"

This order was issued, and the first row of the musket queue put the evaluation bids on the wooden forks. The musket soldiers in the back also made preparations for the shooting.

The vanguard of the Tartar army had rushed to between sixty steps. The chief musket soldiers swung the axe gun in the hand of the commander of the muskets and shouted: "Let's fire!!!" This sentence came out. The firearm commanders in the queue shouted this command in succession, and the first row of muskets fired directly.

According to the order, the three rows of fire were fired in sequence. More than 4,000 muskets fired at a large range, and the smoke from the gun chamber spread across the world.

After the first row of fire was completed, the soldiers on the second line could no longer see what was in front of the musket queue. The smoke and dust completely covered their sight, which was the so-called fog on the battlefield.

After the four rows of muskets were fired, there was a brief silence on the battlefield. Everyone didn't know what was going on ahead, but they knew that fifty steps were fired, which was the greatest distance between the smoothbore guns of Jiaozhou Camp. Moreover, the more than 4,000 muskets were divided into four rows to fire in sequence, and all the bullets in the ground shot an enemy.

"Recharge ammunition. Prepare for the second round of shooting!!" "Don't be stunned, don't worry about the enemy opposite. After loading ammunition, you are the master of this battlefield!!"

The non-commissioned officers and officers in the queue were shouting at the top of their voices. It was because of this silence that they could not judge and could not retreat to the spear array to find shelter, so they had to continue fighting.

It has been clear for so many days. There are always some changes in northern Zhili in the twelfth lunar month. What's more, the sky is slightly darker in this area close to the seaside. The wind blew on the battlefield.

The smoke and dust that filled the battlefield were blown away a lot, and their vision was finally clearer. At this moment, even the musketeers in Jiaozhou camp were stunned.

The Tartar cavalry, who had just rushed into a distance of 60 steps, were hit eighty steps away by the dense and interval shooting just now. The ground was covered with lodged corpses of people and horses. The gang of cavalry behind was actually stunned by the dense attacks, and the corpses on the ground also hindered their movements.

Seeing the "battlefield fog" gradually faded away, the stunned Mongolian cavalry came to their senses. Now they were actually cattle and horses. They ran forward desperately because the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners team drove away behind them. The reason they came to their senses was that the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners supervising team in the back row began to kill and drive them away again.

I don’t know if it was the slave personality or the Eight Jurchen Banners who fought on the grasslands with great scattered tricks. The Mongolian scattered soldiers were forced to do this, and they didn’t think about internal strife and killing these soldiers of the Eight Manchu and Mongolian Banners.

With this slight pause, these Mongolian cavalry were already confused at this time, or in this hellish scene, the powerful weapons of the Ming army on the opposite side had already scared them to lose their ability to think, or the despair and violence had made them not want to think.

The Tartar Cavalry brigade actually started to move again, but this time the fire from the second front of Jiaozhou Camp was not put in, but opened fire directly at a distance of about 80 steps.

The fire this time was not as powerful as before, because in this short silence, only less than 2,000 soldiers could load the muskets. This time there was no round shot. Under the order of the general commander, he directly fired a volley.

The power of so many muskets is also amazing.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled with gunpowder, and the momentum was delayed again, but now the entire army is desperate to attack in order to open a gap so as to escape.

I don’t know if they are regretting it now. The camp that was originally intended to serve as a barrier has become its own obstacle. If there were no such obstacles, the entire army would attack south. The Dengzhou army, which had suffered great losses, might not be able to withstand the crazy impact of the army. But if they wanted to demolish the camp, they might be caught up and attacked directly. Then there was so much time to plan.

This is already the case, so just cover your head and rush forward!

Abatai also had a rough estimate in his mind. Even if the opponent has strong firepower, he can consume a part of it with the charge of the Mongolian cavalry, and then the remaining Mongolian cavalry can be used to attack the opponent's front. When the front is shaken, the Mongolian Eight Banners can be put in and open the opponent's defense.

In the end, the Eight Banners carried out the final blow, completely tearing the opponent's formation. General Abatai was ordered to know in his heart that in this process, how many people could be left in the tens of thousands of troops, but Abatai didn't care. As long as he could take out most of the Eight Banners, he would be able to take them back and take them back at most. The Qing Dynasty was in power, the upper class of the Eight Banners. As long as he could preserve this power, the princes of each banner, Prince Beile and others would not make things difficult for him.

If you can't rush out, the relatives and nobles of each banner will not be said to be broken here. The emperor and Prince Rui's brother-in-law Tulichen also broke it. When the pillow was blowing, I was afraid that Abatai's branch would be in trouble...

The Tartar army began to launch again. Now the entire Tartar cavalry is much slower. After all, it has been blocked by the previous front, and the speed and momentum have been greatly reduced.

Especially the two waves of fire from the muskets just now have great damage. Now the array of forwards is a bit sparse compared to the moment. What's even more damn is that the seven battalions of the first line, the muskets and spearmen have begun to turn, and there are shooting and pincer attacks in front and back, which is really embarrassing.

But the slowness at the beginning was only a short time, and the speed was increased to the fastest, and there were already horses lying on the ground with foaming.

Yesterday's battle was exhausted and I didn't get enough rest. Today I was running at such a limit, and some horses died just by losing their strength.

But no one wants to slow down or slow down the momentum of forward rushing. The so-called battle against the water. The so-called trapped beasts are still fighting. At this time, the Tartars' soldiers are indeed trapped in desperate situations. They are indeed beasts trapped to death.

Everyone was already crazy and was ready to use this crazy to open the dead land, escape, and escape from the suddenly and extremely terrifying enemy country of the Ming Dynasty.

The second front line had more than a dozen battalions of musket soldiers fired volleys and ran towards the back, as if they were looking for the cover of the spear formation. At this time, almost every leader in the Tartars was shouting at the top of his throat:

"Follow those musketeers, don't give them the chance to line up and fire. Go in and rush in. Let's all rush out along the gap and rush out!!"

Everyone could see that if the musketeers lined up in a hurry and didn't have time to fire, the cavalry could seize the gap and crash directly into it, completely kill the opponent along the gap, and break out of the siege. Perhaps there was a chance and a way to survive. This might be the only flaw of the Ming army today.

The cavalry of the Tartars accelerated their speed, but the horses' strength was indeed a little unable to keep up. No matter how coerced the speed was, it would not increase too much, and in fact it all decreased a little.

If these Tartar cavalry could calm down and observe, they would find that they had reached a terrifying level. More than 4,000 musketeers were followed by fierce pursuers, and they were less than 100 steps away. They could retreat in a strict and orderly manner to arrive at the predetermined position.

"Babys, I'll show you what I put in. The shotgun is not a solid shot. Who's wrong? I'll put his head in the cannon chamber."

Guo Liang has long been the honest blacksmith. He has developed a bold and generous style of shouting loudly. Although it was the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the artillery soldiers were all sweating profusely, and several people even took off their cotton jackets outside and were busy there wearing single shirts.

In the gap between the cannon and the cannon, there are musket soldiers running by quickly.

After all, the cavalry ran faster than the infantry, and the infantry were holding heavy muskets in their hands and could catch up in more than twenty steps. It seemed that the opponent entered the gap and should not have time to line up, and he would be washed away by himself. Finally, he could open a gap and escape.

But the opponent's musket soldiers ran more than ten steps, and suddenly it seemed that the ice and snow melted, revealing the land and plants covered below. When the musket soldiers retreated, nearly thirty cannons appeared.

In the battle just now, the artillery was already withdrawn. But looking at the charge of the Tartars, all artillery that could be pushed up in the expected time were pushed up by the artillery and the infantry behind them, but there would not be too heavy artillery at this time.

Most of them were three-pound cannons and three-pound cannons, with six-pound cannons, which is seven. The Tartar army rushed forward frantically, and the Jiaozhou camp's artillery team was loading ammunition frantically, and finally after the musketeers completed the shooting, they were also loaded.

After the musketeers retreated to the cannon, they did not enter the spear phalanx, but instead lined up in front of the spear phalanx and loaded ammunition. They did not take the Tartars team that were about to rush over, and they did not take it seriously, because there were nearly thirty cannons in front of them.

When you see these artillery, many Tartar cavalry rushing in front of you actually felt relaxed. Each level will bring a lot of death, but you have to break through these levels and have to fill in them with human lives. But you have to fill them in.

No one knows whether there are levels ahead, no one knows how many times they will die, and no one knows when it will be their turn.

I found dozens of cannons of different sizes in front, and the Mongolian cavalry rushing in front did not dodge or avoid it. They still rushed up on horseback, and then the cannons fired...

In most battles in Jiaozhou Camp, artillery was the hardest, because of the transportation and installation of artillery, the decoration of ammunition, etc., but there were not many opportunities for combat, because either the confrontation between large formations outside the range or the melee fighting was too close. Often, it took a lot of effort but could not even shoot a single shot. As a result, although artillery was considered the most powerful force, it was always looked down upon.

Seeing such a large group of Tartar cavalry troops coming over, the artillery commander Guo Liang's eyes turned red with excitement. He held the little red flag in his hand, sucked a copper whistle in his mouth, staring at the cavalry in front of him, calculating the distance.

Originally, the distance was very close. The gunners who were preparing to ignite were sweating nervously, and the artillery leader Guo Liang could not give orders. Whoever fired the gun first was violated by military law.

The Tartar cavalry rushing in front was about to touch the gun. Guo Liang blew the copper whistle in his mouth desperately, and the little red flag in his hand also waved forward.

The torches in the gunners' hands were about to touch the hole of the fire, and they were waiting for Guo Liang's order. After the order, they immediately opened fire.

Nearly thirty cannons fired at the same time, and the sound was like thunder on the ground. All soldiers in front and behind this cannon formation, whether they were the Tartars or the Ming army, felt a buzzing sound in their ears.

Countless iron sand and metal fragments shot out from the cannon chamber. Even a pound of eagle cannon is much more powerful than a musket. The sufficient charge and the initial velocity and momentum accumulated in the cannon chamber all make each of these particles of subway sand that may not be as big as soybeans. When they flew out of the muzzle, they turned into a murderous demon.

A fan was fired in front of each cannon, and the fans of dozens of cannons blocked the vanguard of the almost thin Tartar army.

The Mongolian cavalry rushing in the front were all beaten into honeycombs by the metal storm. The Mongolian cavalry in front of the three-pound cannons and six-pound cannons were torn into pieces.

The artillery fired to a halt, which was a very short moment, but the process was not so simple as to begin and end. The iron sand shot out of the cannon bore passed through the Tartar cavalry in the front, and its speed did not slow down too much. It continued to fire quickly, taking away the lives of the Mongolian cavalry behind.

The cannons roared, and at the beginning there was no scream. There was a clear interval and pause, then there was a scream and the horse's neigh.

This shelling completely stopped the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry charge like crazy and crazy. The shotguns of dozens of artillery fired directly into the charge array of the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry, which had space, should have rushed faster and more fiercely.

But no one dared to continue rushing forward...

In the queue of soldiers behind the cannons, those who had already loaded the guns heard the commands handed down by the general commander and the firearm commander in succession:

"All ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The soldiers placed the muskets on the wooden fork and prepared to level them.

"Open fire!!!"
Chapter completed!