The west gate of Hetuala was plunged into a sea of flames. The explosion shock wave blew the seven-pound cannon deployed at the top of the city to pieces. The gun mount and wheels smashed from the top of the city, killing and injuring two red flag soldiers who were in defeat.
The Uzhenhachao gunmen hidden behind the battlements of Wengcheng suffered even more heavy casualties. The 3,500 gunmen trained so hard by Huang Taiji were blown up and burned to death on the spot. More than a thousand people were killed. The remaining gunmen saw the fire above their heads. The flying crows of divine fire whizzing by continuously fled towards the bottom of the urn city.
Without the support of artillery and muskets, the two red flag armored soldiers and cavalry will soon face the fate of the entire army being destroyed.
The artillery battalion pushed the field artillery to a distance of a hundred paces from the two red flags. The muzzles of the guns were all aimed at the target. More than thirty field artillery bombardments took turns, without stopping. The dense pellets formed a strict barrage, sweeping across like a wall. Two red flags.
Under the attack of field artillery, almost none of the Jin soldiers behind the three rows in front were spared, and all were killed. The body of Hou Jinbing in the front row was even torn into pieces, leaving only pieces of flesh and blood on the ground.
After suffering several rounds of shelling, the morale of the two red flags, which had been so high, dropped to its lowest point.
In the blink of an eye, the casualties of the two red flags had reached seven to eight hundred people, and this was just the shelling.
Then, something even more despairing for the two red flags happened.
Groups of fusiliers followed the shelling and appeared in front of the Jiannu formation. They walked steadily towards the two red flag armored soldiers on the battlefield strewn with corpses.
Each Niulu Niulu Ezhen ordered the archers to throw light arrows. However, despite the rain of arrows falling from above their heads, and despite the constant falling of comrades around them, the fusiliers continued to advance regardless of casualties, giving people the illusion that It seems that this army is not engaged in a decisive battle with Jiannu in Hetuala, but is conducting daily marching training.
The fusiliers from the 1st and 2,000th headquarters endured limited casualties and quickly approached fifty steps away from the Houjin formation.
Liu Zhaosun waved his hand and said: "You can shoot!"
On the battlefield on the east bank, the Jin drummers beat the war drums with a lively rhythm, and the captains of each banner blew their bamboo whistles. The fusiliers immediately stopped and raised their guns to aim at the Hou Jin soldiers who were shooting arrows at fifty paces.
Liu Zhaosun looked at the thousands of flintlock guns pointing at the two red flags at the same time. He couldn't help but feel heroic in his heart, and secretly made up his mind:
"One shot determines the outcome!"
Amidst the bamboo whistles of the flag captains of each team, nearly a thousand fusiliers in the front row fired their triggers at the same time.
Amidst the deafening roar of firecrackers, Zheng Ershi, captain of the Third Flag of the 1000 Headquarters, was shrouded in white smoke.
Zheng Ershi was the first batch of tracker soldiers to arrive in Kaiyuan in the 47th year of Wanli. He was recruited by Pingliao Marquis as an exception.
In order to keep his family in Kaiyuan, he fought bravely and resolutely executed orders. After successfully passing the recruit training, he stayed in the Third Flag Team of the 1,000th Headquarters. Zheng Ershi experienced all the battles of the Kaiyuan Army. During the bloody battle of Qinghe, the Third Banner Corps stayed behind in Kaiyuan. Under the command of Qiao Yiqi and Yuan Chonghuan, the Third Banner Corps killed more than 300 Zhenbai Banners until the entire army was wiped out.
In the end, only Zheng Ershi and the remaining five fusiliers were left alive.
After the war, those who were alive were often promoted quickly. By the time he went to Shandong to wipe out the Wenxiang Sect this year, Zheng Ershi had already been promoted to the banner captain.
The tragic howls of the Hou Jin soldiers reached his ears, and the white mist from the burning gunpowder was quickly blown away by the wind. Zheng Ershi quickly observed the opposite side fifty steps away to assess the casualties of the Jian Nu.
The field fifty steps away was piled with the corpses of two red flag soldiers, while more people were struggling on the ground, running around aimlessly on their hands and feet like wild dogs.
This round of volleys killed at least more than 300 Houjin soldiers. The forward line that was temporarily put together after the two red flags were hit by shotguns was ruthlessly destroyed again.
Almost all the golden soldiers in the front row fell down, and the array that Darkhan worked hard to put together collapsed.
"Hurry up and reload and prepare for the second round of shooting!"
A shower of arrows rose from behind the formation of two red flags, but it was obviously much sparser than the previous times. The fusiliers who were shot screamed and fell to the ground and were carried away by the medical soldiers behind them. Fortunately, most of them were only hit by arrows in their limbs and did not hurt their vital organs. With the medical capabilities of the Kaiyuan Army, most of them were able to be saved. .
Compared with them, the Hou Jin soldiers on the opposite side were not so lucky. The damage caused by lead bullets was far beyond that of light arrows. Moreover, there was no concept of banning weapons in this era. The lead bullets caused a cavity effect after being shot into the torso, which could It can easily mince human internal organs, and those who are shot will definitely die.
Even if he is only hit by lead bullets in his hands and feet, he may be disabled for life, or he may be killed on the spot.
Zheng Ershi was confident in the power of this new flintlock gun in his hand. As long as they had this gun and the brothers behind them, their Third Flag Team would be invincible.
Zheng Ershi was about to order the fusiliers to fire a third round when he suddenly remembered the earth-shattering roar. More than thirty shells roared over the heads of the fusiliers and hit them heavily fifty steps away. Behind the formation of two red flags.
This time, Han Zhenyi replaced the shotgun with iron balls. Because the shotgun's range was too short, it could only hit two or three rows in front of the two red flag lines, and it would be beyond reach to hit further behind.
If you want to penetrate the two red flag defense lines, you must use solid artillery shells with longer range and more power.
Thirty-two solid artillery shells hit the two red flag formations heavily, plowing out bloody grooves. Liu Zhao and Sun Lema looked at the tragic scene on the battlefield ahead. Everything that happened in front of him was what he expected.
After experiencing several rounds of attacks, Bagala and the others were now not thinking about continuing to charge, but how to escape quickly.
By the time Zheng Ershi commanded the fusiliers to start the third round of shooting, there was no organized counterattack from the opposite side, and the shaky front was completely destroyed.
The defeated soldiers roared and ran towards the four gates of Hetuala. Some people shouted loudly while running, bringing panic to more Houjin soldiers.
Huang Taiji, who was waiting for news in the Khan's Palace, finally realized that the situation was not good. He was about to call his personal Goshiha to inquire about the situation, when he heard the man report:
"Great Khan, the two red flags are over."
Huang Taiji had a look of astonishment on his face. He didn't expect that Liu Zhaosun would turn around so quickly. What made him even more confused was that the flag leader Abatai, who he had placed great hope in, turned out to be a fool and couldn't tell the difference in a fight. Clear the priorities.
"The 3,500 cavalry collapsed, and almost all the soldiers died in the battle. Generals such as Darkhan and Yang Guli died in the battle."
"Okay, stop talking. Let Uzhenha go up to the top and use the flintlock to kill more Kaiyuan soldiers. It's best to kill Liu Zhaosun himself. If Hetuala cannot be defended, everyone will die."
Geshiha said cautiously:
"Great Khan... I'm afraid Wu Zhenhachao can't count on them. They..."
Another Ge Shiha took over the conversation and mustered up the courage to say:
"Most of Wuzhen Hachao has been killed in the battle, and the remaining minions have fled. At this time, the west city gate is still burning, and it's all Nikan's doing!
Most of the Uzhenha Chao Fire Gunmen who were hiding behind the crenels were immediately killed by the explosion. The Uzhenha Chao Fire Gunmen who were not killed screamed and fell to the bottom of the city. Many people were stabbed by flying iron nails all over their bodies. The crows were still howling in the sky, and there were not many living people visible at the top of the city.
Huang Taiji's raised arms began to tremble subconsciously, and he began to mutter to himself:
"No! Wu Zhen Ha Chao will not die so quickly. They usually train harshly and will never die in battle. They should still be lurking somewhere. As long as they can attack with the two white flags from the north and the south, Liu Zhaosun will definitely... ··”
The surrounding Goshiha glanced at each other, and Houjin Great Khan muttered to himself, pointing with his fingers on the parchment map. As Nurhachi's biological son, Huang Taiji also inherited some of his father's Parkinson's syndrome. When you are emotional, your fingers will tremble involuntarily.
"As long as the two white flags are super powerful..." A personal officer, Ge Shiha, couldn't stand it anymore. He hesitated for a long time and finally said bravely:
"Profuse sweat, decorated with white flags..."
"The white flag is surrendering to Nikan."
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