The rain wet the armor. Hu Xinshui touched the chain mail on her body and stared ahead with complicated eyes.
There, a huge flag with the word "Wu" in it is eye-catching.
He was born in Liaodong and fought with Wu Sangui for several years. However, when he went south with Prince Duduo of Yu, he was captured by the King of Yu.
When the soldiers were fed, and both weapons and pay were better than those of the Qing army, he naturally made a choice.
Even if he is a fool, he still understands the significance of Nanjing City.
"From the power of the dragon!"
Hu Xinshui murmured, fierce fighting spirit bursting out of his chest. It would be worthwhile if he could earn a hereditary commander.
"Favorite, are you confident?"
On the side, Mr. Qian, who came with the war horse, said with serious eyes.
As Guan Ning's cavalry was dispatched, seriousness was written on his scarred face.
"Guan Ningjun is not as powerful as imagined."
Hu Xinshui comes from Guan Ningjun, so he naturally knows a lot about him.
After the Battle of Songjin, Wu Sangui gathered the remaining cavalry and formed the Guan Ning Cavalry.
Similarly, such things as loyalty will naturally not exist, only a large amount of benefits will be delivered.
On-time pay, solid armor, and strong horses are the key to the formation of Guan Ning's army. Even facing the Eight Banners, he has no fear.
Nowadays, King Yu's cavalry camp has all these, but the number is a little smaller.
"The commander said, protect the firearms camp and don't pay attention to the enemy cavalry!"
Just as the soldiers in the cavalry battalion were in a daze, Li Jingwu finally sent the military order, which made many people breathe a sigh of relief.
Facing three times the number of our own cavalry, even if the cavalry battalion is powerful, it is difficult to resist.
"Damn it."
Hu Xinshui felt quite unhappy.
This is a good opportunity to perform meritoriously.
Just like that, the cavalry battalion huddled in the center, staring wide-eyed at the performance of the heavy infantry.
In front, the Eight Banners infantrymen were dressed in black cloth-covered heavy armor, tightly wrapped up and down, holding spears and marching step by step.
The cold breath makes people shiver.
And if they were in the wild, they would ride horses and carry heavy armor. After landing, they would transform into heavy infantry and engage in close combat.
The Ming army, which had always relied on sharp artillery, was most afraid of being close, so they were often killed and defeated.
But the Ming army at this time was different from before.
Yan Guochao led the tall heavy infantry, like a huge black city, moving forward step by step, fearlessly.
"Boom——"
Before the duel between heavy armored infantry began, Zhu Yixi fired up his artillery.
The red cannonballs crossed a huge parabola and were thrown into the Qing army, killing and wounding several people.
But the Eight Banners, who were not afraid of death, became furious because of the stimulation of blood and killed more people.
Boom boom boom——
The shells continued to be fired, but they did not achieve the expected effect. Zhu Yixi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"The accuracy is not good, and the power is not enough. Now it seems that the shock is greater than the harm!"
Summing up his experience, His Royal Highness King Yu deeply understood that nowadays, the greatest role of artillery is not to kill the enemy on the battlefield, but to attack the city.
"Red artillery, lots of artillery!"
Looking at the dead Eight Banners, Wu Sangui was neither sad nor happy, with a trace of confidence on his lips: "Is this why you defeated Prince Yu?"
Thinking of this, he stood up instantly, stared at the position of the artillery, and said solemnly: "Let the cavalry look for opportunities to eliminate that artillery army."
The corpses were shattered and the shells were bouncing, which made Wu Sangui's eyes twitch.
As long as this artillery army is captured, this battle will not be lost.
Hu Xinshui kept soothing the horse on his crotch, and he vaguely saw the scene on the battlefield.
There were dense black spots everywhere in the sky, a steady stream, like raindrops falling from the sky, but they were actually arrows flying.
The Qing Dynasty's archery skills were unrivaled in the world. In the Battle of Saarhu, the chief generals of the two Ming armies were killed by arrows.
Although the inferior quality of the armor was the main reason, the stability, accuracy and ruthlessness of his archery skills caused the Ming army to suffer a lot.
The clanging sound of metal and the neighing of men and horses, even though they were in the rear, were still vague and buzzing amidst the noise.
The two armies were in close combat. Although they couldn't see clearly, the tragic scene made people shudder just thinking about it.
The total number of heavy armored infantry duels exceeded 20,000.
The carefully prepared square arrays are inlaid with each other at the moment of contact. I am in you, and you are in me.
It was like a pile of neatly piled sand that had been kicked by sleep, scattered, charged, and meleeed.
The gaps between the square formations have become blurred.
At this time, the test is physical strength and will.
Whoever holds on the longest and has reinforcements arriving in time is most likely to win.
But Wu Sangui didn't even look at him, all his eyes were focused on his Guan Ning cavalry.
After receiving his order, Guan Ning's cavalry ran slowly, like an eagle on the grassland, constantly circling and wandering, looking for prey to reveal flaws.
"咻咻咻——"
After pulling out a distance, the horse stood still, and the cavalry began to throw arrows, which fell into the military formation.
The Firearms Camp is as immovable as a mountain.
As the most elite ace unit, they established strong self-confidence from the beginning of the battle that ended with Li Zicheng.
Strong armor, sharp firearms, and four years of invincible battles made them determined to win.
"Long live--"
Shouting slogans and shaking their shoulders, everyone burst out with a loud voice.
As if they saw the danger coming, the firearms battalion immediately took out their flintlock guns, raised their guns, and looked at the cavalry warily.
King Yu finally looked away from the chaotic heavy infantry. He glanced at the group of cavalry who were eager to try, and suddenly realized in his heart:
"It turns out that these Eight Banners are also abandoned."
The final decisive victory was still those heavy infantry.
"For these cavalry, keep me on guard."
Zhu Yixi issued the order, and then set his sights again on the front troops who were fighting fiercely.
Even the heavily armored cavalry would not easily rush into a complete military formation, not to mention the presence of powerful weapons and guns, which made Zhu Yixi full of confidence.
Guan Ning's cavalry, who has been hesitant, is just like Wu Sangui. He wants to preserve his strength but does not want to lose the opportunity to make meritorious deeds.
"In that case, let me make the decision for you!"
After waving his hand, His Highness Prince Yu had a smile on his face.
I saw dozens of Furlong machine guns ranging from 100 to 300 kilograms mounted on two-wheeled vehicles. Driven by hundreds of gunners, the Chinese army slowly approached the front army.
Almost right next to the Chongbu Camp.
"Prepare--"
The commander shouted slogans, and within a distance of less than a hundred steps between the two armies, the ferocious muzzle of the Fran machine gun began to emerge.
"emission--"
After setting the distance, the muzzle of the gun was at a 60-degree angle, and the red shells spurted out, aiming at the Eight Banners infantry.
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