Su Litang just raised his head and heard the sound of a cannon.
The artillery fire rate of these Beijing camp is too fast. So far, 15 guns have been fired. Their pre-loaded muskets were still not used up. But the army had already rushed to a distance of one hundred meters.
After Suli Tang turned over and entered the pit, his remaining dozen soldiers immediately rolled and crawled into the pit, which was not too big.
"Your Highness, Akito's artillery fire is too strong. Don't go out. Take shelter here for a while, and wait until the enemy's artillery is dealt with before coming out to take command." Yu Supu advised.
Suli Tang was the younger brother of the Great Khan, and as he was a prince, his body worth millions of dollars was naturally incapable of taking risks.
Suli Tang was already a little scared at this time.
He was so lucky along the way. More than a dozen cavalrymen around him were killed by artillery fire, and none of the solid spherical bullets hit him. However, he was not ready to continue blocking his luck.
Before he could speak, he heard a new round of artillery fire. It wasn't even ten seconds since the last time.
This time, the sound was different from the last time.
When firing spherical solid bullets, the sound is relatively crisp, pass! A relatively clear sound. But this time it was a very dull sound. puff!
Suli Tang is still knowledgeable, shotgun!
He immediately retracted his head. Then an overwhelming rain of bullets came slantingly. Densely packed small steel balls with a diameter of five millimeters formed a discus-shaped barrage and flew sideways. With a bang, a small steel ball hit the tassel on Suli Tang's helmet.
The iron pipe and the pheasant feathers stuck inside were blown away. His neck was shaken back violently, and his bones made a clicking sound.
He groaned, feeling like his neck bones were about to break.
This shotgun has so much power. I don’t know what caliber the Fran cannon is. There must be a lot of explosives, and the iron pipe on the helmet can be broken at a distance of 100 meters.
He immediately lay down at the bottom of the pit, never daring to look up again.
Then, boom boom boom! Four shots were fired again.
The dense shells cleared away almost all the cavalry in front. A large number of the infantrymen behind were also knocked down.
There were almost five to six hundred casualties. The troops were obviously stunned. They stood there stupidly and almost forgot to charge.
For a moment, there was a brief silence on the battlefield, and the artillery finally stopped firing. All the muskets have been shot, and it will take time to reload.
"The two infantry regiments on the left and right, move forward!" Yang Fan waved his hand and ordered.
Woohoo! The horn sounded, and then the war drums beat with an exciting rhythm. Eight muscular warriors, holding huge drumsticks, stood on the car and beat the big drum mounted on the car vigorously.
Winter, winter, winter...the eight-sided drum makes a blood-curdling sound. Huge vibrations were transmitted from the drum surface to the air, and even the people around him felt that their abdominal diaphragms were vibrating with the drumbeats.
Xu Yunzhen, the eldest son of Dingguo Duke Xu Xigao, was the first echelon of nobles in the Ming Dynasty.
By this time, there were still five hereditary princes in the Ming Dynasty. The Xu family of Dagonfang in Nanjing and the Xu family of Xu Xigao in Beijing are both members of the Xu Da family. A master of two countries is really famous.
This time Chongzhen specially sent Xu Yunzhen, the eldest son of Dingguo Gong Xu Xigao. Xu Wenjue, the crown prince of Wei Guogong Xu Hongji, was sent to join the Chinese army as a left-right commander and counselor. In fact, they are used as chiefs of staff.
In addition to using the British prince, Chongzhen also used the Jiang family and two additional legitimate sons of the Xu family to participate. Prevent the British government from becoming dominant.
The eldest son of Cheng Guo Gong Zhu Chunchen is one of the famous scourges in the North, and it is really difficult to mention it. So we simply didn’t let them come out. As for Duke Mu in Yunnan, it was too far away, so forget it.
"Xu Yunzhen and Xu Wenjue listen to the order. Each of you will lead a regiment and immediately launch an attack to face the Yerkang army." Yang Fan gave the order with an expressionless face. Then two command flags were thrown to the two men.
The two brothers, one in Beijing and the other in Nanjing, were first sent to the Jingwei Martial Arts School by Chongzhen this time, and then to the Jingying Camp to serve. They were both very reluctant. But I can’t do it if I don’t come. I have to bite the bullet and come here.
I originally wanted to come to the Jingying Camp to gain qualifications, but I didn't expect that Yang Fan directly locked up the 1,500 military attachés and generals of the Jingwei Martial Arts School for military training. But it made these second-generation ancestors miserable.
They originally brought servants to serve them, and each of them brought as few as ten or as many as a hundred servants.
The most exaggerated thing is Zhang Shize, who brought 1,500 servants. The head of the British Duke's northern honours, who is rich and wealthy, is not a man of honor.
When these people fall into the hands of Yang Fan, the God of Death, he doesn't care who your father is. Once you enter the camp, you become his soldiers. Anyone who disobeys or fails to complete the training will be beaten with a military stick.
In a few days, more than a thousand households in the Jingwei martial arts school, down to the legitimate sons of the Duke's family, were beaten into submission. No one dares to explode any more.
When did these two brothers suffer this crime, but they couldn't run away. The servants, soldiers, and servants were all taken away. You have to rely on yourself for everything, and you have to eat from a big pot.
When we entered the camp, even our clothes were stripped. Take a shower first, then change into military uniform. Not even a hair was left for them.
However, human potential is huge.
Although these two brothers had been a dandy for thirty years, they finally passed all the training subjects despite being ignored by the sky and the earth.
After all, he came from a family of military commanders, had good food, was literate, and had practiced kung fu since he was a child, so his foundation was pretty good.
At this time, the commander asked them to fight. Although they were scared, they did not dare to hesitate.
After all, if he was killed by Yang Fan because of his disobedience on the battlefield, his death would be in vain.
They never doubted that Yang Fan dared to kill them both.
"The last general Xu Wenjue (Xu Yunzhen) takes the order!" Although they have been playboys for many years, they are strong-looking and have practiced kung fu. They immediately took the command flag and each led a regiment forward.
"The artillerymen abandon their artillery and retreat immediately. Regroup behind the cavalry." Yang Fan continued to order.
The artillery is deployed at the front. In order to facilitate shooting, since the enemy is rushing forward, their best choice is to abandon the artillery and retreat to the back. Infantry fighting is not their job.
With the sound of war drums, the Beijing soldiers of the two infantry regiments wore neat plate armor and various helmets that seemed strange in this era. The first row pushed shields with wheels and outward steel spikes, and the second row pushed shields with wheels and outward steel spikes. The second row held long spears, the next three rows also held long spears, and the last two rows held flails and other heavy weapons, walking forward menacingly like a drumbeat.
As soon as the artillery fire stopped, the Yarkand people breathed a sigh of relief. They were almost defeated by the endless artillery fire. After confirming for a few seconds, they quickly cheered and rushed forward in a swarm.
Many of them are not Mongolians, but various ethnic groups south of the Tianshan Mountains. But they share a common belief. The troops are also mainly small groups of several hundred people, large and small.
They originally thought that once the artillery fire stopped, the Han army was no match for them.
But at this time, the two infantry regiments from the Beijing camp were lined up in a square formation, marching in neat steps, and came like an overwhelming force. They felt a chill rising from their backbones.
They had never seen such seamless armor. The large curved armor surface sparkles like a mirror. Glowing brightly in the morning sun.
Su Litang felt a chill in his heart, and he slapped Huang Taiji, an old dog, for fooling me into saying that the Jingying camp was already exhausted. The army can be defeated as soon as it reaches the point of destruction, but it looks like this is clearly a formidable enemy.
