In the eleventh year of Chongzhen, on December 12th, at noon, the sun turned west and the wind and snow eased slightly.
The surrounding area of Jiazhuang Mingjun's camp was in ruins, many sections of the camp wall were destroyed, and the surrounding gullies had been filled in and turned into flat ground.
Most of the guard towers and forts that originally stood inside and outside the camp have been destroyed.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and a disgusting stench.
Dead bodies were scattered all over the ground, and the white snow that originally covered them had already been stained red and soaked with blood.
The ground is no longer hard but has become soft, making it extremely difficult to walk in many places.
Lu Xiangsheng stepped on the pool of blood with one foot deep and one foot shallow while moving forward. All the soldiers following him were injured.
Lu Xiangsheng's style has never been Lu Xiangsheng's style. He always charges into the battle and takes the lead, and this battle is no exception.
The robe on Lu Xiangsheng's body had already been stained red by blood. The sword in his hand had been changed three times since the fierce battle in Chenshi. The sword in his hand now was a broad-backed sword, which originally belonged to a construction worker. Nu Niu Lu E is true.
But now Niu Lu'erzhen, who established the slaves, has already gone to hell to meet the judge of the underworld.
After dawn at Chenshi, the Qing army completed its assembly and immediately launched an attack on the Ming army in Jiazhuang.
However, it was not a close fight. The Qing army gathered all the large and small artillery they collected and set up positions on the outside. They fired artillery first to bombard the Ming army camp.
The artillery battle lasted for nearly an hour. The Qing army slowly advanced the position, drove the captured people to fill the ravines, and then launched the attack with shield carts.
The war lasted from the beginning to the end. The Qing army relied on shield vehicles to continuously advance, and then moved the artillery positions forward, and continuously removed the observation towers and forts set up in the Jiazhuang Ming Army camp.
The two sides were constantly engaged in fierce battles around the camp walls, watchtowers, and forts.
The Qing army was equipped with heavy bows and arrows, but the Xuan army was not bad in armament. Under the leadership of Lu Xiangsheng, the Xuan army was no longer the beggar soldier it had been a few years ago, without even a winter coat to keep out the cold.
Almost all soldiers in Xuan's army wear armor. Although some of the armor is of poor quality, it is still iron armor.
In addition, the spears and swords they held were all fine weapons made of fine iron, and were not the junk piled up in the arsenal.
Under Lu Xiangsheng's rectification of Xuanda, the weapons bureaus in various places have also changed their appearance. The quality of the guns in Xuanda's army has also been guaranteed, and the guns and cannons are also considered sharp.
Moreover, not long ago, Lu Xiangsheng also transferred more than 3,000 fine Lumi guns to Xuanda University.
The Rumi gun has an elongated barrel, is slightly heavier than the bird gun, has an extremely long range, and is more powerful. It is structurally superior to the bird-beak gun, and its accuracy is also quite high.
Therefore, in the stage of confrontation, the Xuan army was not completely suppressed by the Qing army. They even gained a certain advantage on local battlefields by virtue of the long range of Rumi guns.
"Supervisor..."
Lu Xiangsheng turned around when he heard the sound, and happened to see Du Wenhuan surrounded by a group of armored soldiers. His brows were slightly frowned. The Qing army's attack had just retreated, and he had just retreated from the front line.
Du Wenhuan was commanding the Chinese army, and logically he should be in command, but now that he came to look for him, something must have happened.
"But something has changed in the camp?"
Du Wenhuan nodded, his expression solemn.
"The artillery ammunition in the camp will be exhausted."
Lu Xiangsheng looked embarrassed, and his expression changed several times.
He had already expected this situation. When he was in Baoding Mansion, he was already in a state of no food and no pay. With no food and no pay, he also cut off the supply.
Food and wages were not replenished, and naturally there was not much replenishment of gunpowder and artillery shells.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Lu Xiangsheng turned back, and the fort behind him that had been silent for a while roared again.
"I have already ordered the gunners to slow down the interval between firing, but they can only hold on until the end of this round, which is a quarter of an hour at most."
"A quarter of an hour……"
Lu Xiangsheng clenched the sword in his hand and turned his head to look southeast.
The southeast was still as empty as before, except for the occasional Qing army's cavalry passing by.
The Qing army was large in number, but they did not surround them on all sides, but left one side behind.
Several hours of fierce fighting were far more intense than the previous battles, but their morale did not waver much.
Lu Xiangsheng knew very well that the soldiers under his command were able to persist.
Precisely because they were in a desperate situation and knew that nothing could be done, everyone in the military academy was prepared to die.
Leaving one side behind may seem like a way out, but in fact it is the real hopeless situation.
Surrounding Sanque is a conspiracy, not a conspiracy. Everyone knows this, but the exposed side can still break people's desperate will.
The empty side, the apparent way to survive, even though everyone knew it was a dead end, they still couldn't help but feel the desire to win in their hearts.
The remaining southeast was another signal that the Qing army wanted to send to him - Gao Qiqian would not come.
Gao Qiqian is located near Jize and Wei counties, only fifty miles away from Jiazhuang.
If Gao Qiqian really wanted to send troops to support him, he would have arrived at this time anyway.
But the southeast remained as it was, with no sign of reinforcements arriving.
Lu Xiangsheng turned his head and looked forward, hearing the sound of horns constantly ringing in the Qing army's formation. The Qing army was gathering the next wave of offensive.
Through the broken camp walls and the corpses on the ground, what you can see are layers upon layers of Qing army infantry and cavalry.
The swords and spears are like forests, the swords and spears are like hemp, and the flags cover the sky and connect to the sky and the earth.
The black flags were constantly surging in the strong wind, and the tassels on the helmets of countless soldiers in the Qing army's formation rolled like waves of wheat.
After the large formation of the Qing army, the deafening sound of artillery sounded again. The artillery shells pierced the air with sharp screams and roared towards the generals.
"Retreat to safety!"
The artillery battle broke out again, and Lu Xiangsheng, holding a sword in his hand, gave the order to retreat.
During an artillery battle, the infantry standing near the fort will not play any role at all. It will only suffer losses in vain and damage morale.
The shelling was a signal, a signal for the Qing army to complete its formation.
After several hours of fierce fighting, the Qing army's tactics were almost formula-like.
First, the artillery bombarded them wildly, and then the infantry formation slowly advanced. After reaching a certain distance, the Qing army's artillery would stop bombarding because there was already the possibility of accidental damage.
After the artillery stopped, the Qing army would launch an attack with shield vehicles.
Not far away, the armored soldiers of the Qing army had regrouped, and dense auxiliary soldiers of the Qing army were already rushing up pushing layers of shield carts and wooden shields.
Behind the shield chariot, there are countless light-armored archers holding bows and arrows. Behind those archers, there are heavy armors of various flags wearing heavy armor and holding sharp blades to act as dead soldiers trapped in the battle.
Most of those heavy armors held a shield in one hand and a knife in the other. They were strong and had a fierce look on their faces.
These heavy armors used by various banners as death soldiers are also Jurchens, but in a sense they are not Jurchens, because they belong to the savage Jurchens.
The Jurchens are a fishing and hunting people with a vast and loose distribution area. The Ming court artificially divided the Jurchens into "three major tribes", namely Jianzhou, Haixi and Yeren.
Nurhachi belongs to the Jianzhou Department. The Haixi Jurchens and Jianzhou Jurchens are very close to each other, with similar cultures and the same language.
Later, when the Jianzhou Jurchen Nurhaci rose, they had a large-scale war with the Jianzhou Jurchens to resist Nurhachi's annexation.
However, in the Battle of Gule Mountain, the nine coalition forces headed by Ye He were defeated at the hands of Nurhaci and were merged into one.
The distribution range of the Savage Jurchens is very remote and wide. Even Jianzhou Jurchens and Haixi Jurchens are not necessarily familiar with them. Some tribes even have different cultures and languages. Their development is very backward and more primitive.
Even the name Savage Jurchens was given to them by the people of the Ming Dynasty. They themselves did not consider themselves Jurchens.
Many Qing dynasty dramas involved sending prisoners into armored slaves.
The armored men here originally referred to these wild Jurchens who acted as dead soldiers.
Although the status of the savage Jurchens is very low, they are still Jurchens after all, and they fight more fiercely than the Jurchens in Jianzhou and Haixi, so they are quite precious in the eyes of the banner owners. .
But now, these armored men have been pushed to the front of the battle.
Although Lu Xiangsheng didn't know the situation of the armored men among the Qing army, he could see that the soldiers dispatched by the Qing army this time were obviously more numerous and more elite than before.
After Lu Xiangsheng led the troops all the way back to a safe zone, he immediately climbed onto the central observation deck used to observe the battlefield situation.
What he saw after climbing to the observation deck made Lu Xiangsheng's heart sink to the bottom.
He saw that just behind those armored men were a large number of Qing army horsemen and infantrymen riding war horses, and there were even more heavy cavalry guardsmen wearing armor.
"Three hours, three full hours, 40,000 troops fought against 9,000 people, and you couldn't even chew down the outer camp wall!! And they were defeated three times!!! A whole three times!!!"
Dorgon looked ferocious, whipped a general who was kneeling not far in front of him, and roared.
"Drag it down and kill it!!"
Dorgon kicked him and knocked him to the ground.
It's no wonder Dorgon was angry. He gathered a total of more than 40,000 people, four times the Ming army.
No matter in terms of numbers, artillery, or armaments, they are stronger than the Ming army.
Moreover, the Ming army was still deeply encircled and fell into the trap he set.
I thought it was a devastating battle, but it turned out to be a series of setbacks. They fought for three full hours, but they didn't even take down the outer positions of Xuan's army. How could I not be angry?
The surrounding military schools were furious when they saw Dorgon, and no one dared to come forward to persuade him.
"cut!!"
Along with Dorgon's roar, the head of the Mongolian Zhenglan Banner Jia La'er fell to the ground.
"Whoever continues to be timid will suffer the consequences!"
Dorgon looked cold and held a riding crop in his hand, looking around at the generals who were kneeling around him tremblingly.
"Take his head and hang it in public for everyone to see. What will happen if you run away?!"
This battle is of great significance to him. If he cannot win, the prestige he has built up over the years will fall to the bottom.
Anyone can lose this battle, but he alone cannot lose.
He must win this battle, and he must win beautifully and brilliantly.
Only by winning this battle can he have a chance to maintain his status, continue his plans, and realize...his ambitions...
"As soon as the sound of the artillery stopped, the war drums were beaten. The marching drums did not stop. No matter who it was, no one was allowed to retreat!"
Dorgon's voice was cold and terrifying, as if coming from under the Nine Netherworld.
"This time, I want Lu Xiangsheng's head!!"
"Kill all these Nikans for me!!!"
"kill!!!"
The artillery behind the Qing army's formation had stopped roaring, and deafening shouts of killing were also heard from the Qing army's formation.
The Qing troops from the south, north, and west shouted in unison, formed a large formation, and pushed their shield carts towards the Xuan army camp in Jiazhuang and launched another attack.
A large formation composed of 30,000 Qing troops pressed forward from three sides at the same time, with more than 10,000 people on each side, almost filling Lu Xiangsheng's entire field of vision.
The distance of a hundred steps was reached in an instant, and Xuan's army fought in the camp, relying on the forts to form an array, and arranging their chariots to form the camp.
The Qing army pressed forward like a tide. When they reached a distance of forty steps, a large number of arrows flew into the air, and a large amount of white smoke rose from the Xuan army's position.
A large number of blood arrows were splashed in the formations of both sides, and miserable howls were heard constantly. People kept falling down, and then never stood up again.
The artillery on the remaining forts in the Xuan Army camp once again roared angrily.
The huge projectiles smashed through the shield vehicles of the Qing troops in the front line, rolled into the crowd, and plowed out bloody gullies.
Perhaps they also knew that due to this distance, the Ming army had artillery to help them, but they would suffer in the end.
The rapid sound of walking drums sounded from the Qing army's formation, and the sound of killing like a mountain roar and tsunami sounded almost simultaneously with the sound of walking drums.
"kill!!"
Like a tide, the heavy armor of the Qing army poured out from behind the shield chariot, forming a huge wave and rushing straight towards Xuan's army.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of Qing troops rushed to the front of Xuan's army. Those tanks that had lost their artillery were unable to resist their footsteps.
They relied on each other in twos and threes, and rushed directly to the chariot and announced the army's formation amidst the rapid sound of steps and drums.
"kill!"
In the Xuan army's military formation, countless soldiers also shouted in unison, and his voice was even louder than that of the Qing army.
There was no fear or timidity on their faces, only endless anger.
His eyes held the courage to die generously and the momentum to move forward.
Amidst the roar of the mountains and the tsunami, the two armies were in close combat. Countless armored soldiers of the Qing army rushed into Xuanda's gun formation one after another.
The stench of blood filled the space between the two formations in an instant.
A stream of blood flowed out from the bodies of the fallen soldiers, and the green grass was dyed a strange red color by the blood.
Jiazhuang is like a huge flesh and blood mill, crushing countless people into bone, flesh and blood.
This once unknown village is destined to be known to the world.
It's a little late, I didn't pay attention to the time, there will be an update today
(End of chapter)
