"Hahaha, I've been fooled!"
Sitting on a horse, Duolong, the first warrior in Manchuria, laughed loudly again.
"Zhang Jing is still like a god with his troops!" Geng Zhongming suggested from the side, "It's better to kill them for a while while their foothold is not stable, and let Zhang Jing's Zhengbai Banner Manchu warriors take action, and let my Han army do the fighting. "
"No rush, no rush." Duolong shook his head, "Let's build up our power first and wait until they are all ashore before we fight!"
"Zhang Jing wants to wipe out all the red thieves at once, right? I admire you!"
"Your Majesty, Baya Lazhang Jing, the Zhu thieves seem to have sent out a lot of firecrackers!" Niu Lu Zhangjing, one of Geng Zhongming's men, reported loudly at this time. He was holding a monocular telescope, riding on a tall horse, and was looking intently. Walking towards the pier four or five hundred steps away. There are some buildings and stacked goods on the dock to lean on. The Ming army gunners who landed first used these buildings and goods to start setting up defenses, and they turned out to be quite organized.
"Fire gun soldiers?" Geng Zhongming burst out laughing after hearing this, "Fire gun soldiers? Hahaha... Isn't that going to death? Zhang Jing, it seems we will win this battle!"
Duolong's face was also beaming with joy, and he nodded and said: "The red thief's fire gun soldiers are indeed not worth mentioning...but we have to be careful. After all, we are in a hurry and there is no time to build a shield car to withstand the projectiles."
"Zhang Jing," Geng Zhongming took the opportunity to ask for a fight again, "Why don't you let my Han army test it?"
Testing or something is just an excuse. His real idea was to get the top spot so that he could make up for the losses he suffered in the Battle of the Floating Bridge.
"No need," Duolong smiled, "The prince's men contributed a lot in the Battle of the Floating Bridge. Now it's time for the warriors to stand up to the white flag."
When he said this, Geng Zhongming suddenly turned red and did not dare to ask for a fight again.
"Your Majesty, Baya Lahuan Zhang Jing, the red thieves and many pikemen!" Zhang Jing, a member of the Zhenghuang Banner Han Army, made a new discovery.
"The pike soldiers are protecting the fire gun soldiers... It's a little bit interesting!" The first warrior in Manchuria has already started fighting from his horse. He folded his arms and looked at the Ming army in formation with a smile, without giving any orders to his troops. The Manchu warriors took advantage of the enemy's formation to charge first.
Maybe in his opinion, no matter what formation the Ming army puts in or who they fight, they are just a piece of cake for the Eight Banners uncle.
The question now is how many Ming troops can get off the ship. And does the crown prince of Zhu Ming dare to get off the ship?
Geng Zhongming also turned his attention from the taking shape of the Ming army array to Zhu Cixiang's six dragon flags. When the Ming army spearmen first appeared, he paid a little attention. However, a fatal weakness of the Ming army's formation was soon discovered - the spearmen were arranged on the two wings, and the firecrackers were concentrated in the center. Moreover, the formation of the Fire Gun Soldiers was too thin. There were only three rows in total, and the first row was arranged loosely, not forming much of a formation. The second and third rows were too dense, almost shoulder to shoulder.
At first glance, you can tell that this formation was put up by an outsider. It is difficult for the pikemen on the two wings to cover the musketeers in the middle. The fire gun soldiers themselves could neither fight hand-to-hand nor withstand the impact of the Manchurian cavalry. And why should there be a row of loosely formed Fire Gun soldiers in front of two dense rows of Fire Gun soldiers?
In addition, it is difficult to load ammunition for two rows of firecrackers lined up side by side - the match rope of the firecrackers may ignite the scattered gunpowder when the firecrackers are filled with gunpowder cans, causing an accident.
"The dragon flag has moved!" Niu Lu Zhangjing, a member of the Zhenghuang Banner Han Army, suddenly shouted.
"If you move, you will die!" Manchurian warrior Duolong smiled, "Marsai, you lead the battle with 300 dead soldiers!"
The Marsai whose name he called was Niu Lu Zhangjing with a white flag. His surname was Wusu. He had an uncle named Qi Chongge, who was Dorgon's confidant. He was a bachelor of Hongwen Academy. Duolong gave Qi Chongge a big favor by giving him the lead. Not to mention capturing Zhu Cixiang alive or beheading him in formation, even if he could capture Zhu Cixiang's banner, it would be a huge achievement.
Marseille asked: "Baya Lazhangjing, should he shoot at them with heavy arrows, or should he charge directly into the formation?"
Qing soldiers are not afraid of firearms. Firstly, they have many firearms themselves. Secondly, they have a unique trick, which is to use shield carts to cover the archers' approach, and then use bows and arrows to consume the opponent. But today Duolong and Geng Zhongming came for a sneak attack and did not bring a shield car. And because it happened to be raining heavily when they set out, they didn't even bring firearms - even if they did, the gunpowder would probably be damp and unable to fire.
Duolong smiled and said: "There is no need to dismount and shoot on foot. There is no shield chariot to cover. Many warriors will be killed or injured when shooting on foot! Besides, our bowstrings are full of water and cannot exert any force, so we should just charge into the formation!" He After a pause, "Don't worry about anything else, just focus on the six dragon flags and charge! As long as you can capture the flags, it will be considered a great achievement!"
"Got the order!"
"Your Majesty!" Duolong said to Geng Zhongming again, "I will lead my own elite troops to attack. Lord Lao will lead the Zhenghuang Banner Han army to suppress the formation. Be careful of the Zhu bandits' troops in Dagukou City."
"Don't worry Zhang Jing, I've taken care of it all." Geng Zhongming was scolding in his heart, but he still had to support Dolon in face. Who is the real Tatar?
Just when Duolong and Geng Zhongming began to arrange their troops, the Ming army on the opposite side suddenly let out deafening cheers.
"Emperor Taizu Gao is reincarnated, and he will be invincible in the world!"
Both Doron and Marseille knew Chinese, but after hearing this word, they just smiled at each other.
The shouting was quite loud, but what did you set up in that formation? At first glance, he looks like an amateur, so why is he invincible...
"Marsais," Doron said, "when you hear the trumpet, rush forward, advance without retreating, and overwhelm them in a moment!"
"Scum!"
Marseille responded loudly. He looked at the Ming army three or four hundred steps away, and he couldn't wait to charge. Wasn't that thin team of fire guns broken through in one go?
At this time, hundreds of cavalrymen appeared behind the fire squad, all wearing iron armor, surrounding the dragon flag of Prince Zhu Ming, the commanding flag of the three armed forces and the reincarnation flag of Emperor Taizu Gao. Although these armored cavalry are interesting, they are not placed in the right place. If you are too close to those firecrackers, once the firecrackers are defeated, they will attack the cavalry array. Moreover, it takes a certain distance for the cavalry to accelerate, but this group of cavalry is almost right next to the fire gun soldiers. Once the Fire Gun Soldiers are defeated, they won't be able to charge forward at all.
Such a formation is simply a layman's way of playing. Doron and Marseille just wanted to laugh.
"Woooo..."
The horn of attack has sounded. Marseille, who was a little pudgy, could be seen grabbing the reins with one hand, pulling out his sword with the other hand, and shouted: "Manchu warriors, charge with me! Punch through the fire rifle soldiers in front!"
Then he stepped forward on his horse and led his more than 500 elite troops under the 200- and 200-flag banners, charging towards the three rows of Ming Army artillery soldiers four to five hundred paces ahead, without any hesitation or worry at all.
The Ming army's fire gun soldiers were a joke. They either exploded or fired indiscriminately. The thing in their hand was not much better than a fire stick. If there were 1,500 spearmen in front of them, Marseille would really not dare to rush forward, but the fire riflemen...are not worth mentioning!
He tried hard to urge his horse and rushed towards the enemy's formation. His ears were filled with the rumble of hoofbeats and the strange screams of the Manchu warriors.
The Ming army's cannon soldiers in front were getting closer and closer, but it was a bit contrary to Marseille's expectation. They did not fire their cannons out of fear from far away, nor did they have any intention of running away. They still stood there firmly.
It seems a bit powerful! Just when Marsai was on guard, the first row of firecrackers in front had already fired their turtledove-foot firecrackers one after another.
It was not a volley, but one after another, and they ran away after the shooting. At first glance, they looked like a rabble!
Marseille was not shot, nor did he pay attention to how many of his comrades around him were knocked off their horses by the powerful bullets of the Turtle-Dove's Fire Gun. He did not even pay much attention to the whining of the horses and the pitiful shouts of the people - in war, there is no way to survive. Human? But the casualties should be small. Because the opponent's firecrackers were fired too early, they were all finished when the enemy reached 70 or 80 steps. This was an indiscriminate shooting, and it was impossible to hit just a few.
So Marseille continued to charge, but then he discovered a strange phenomenon. After the enemy's first row of firecrackers retreated, their second and third rows of firecrackers actually remained motionless! And there was no intention of shooting indiscriminately, and the muzzle of the fire gun was not even leveled. He just watched himself approaching quickly...
How is this going? Frightened? Marseille thought to himself: Why did we meet a group of stupid people (Han people) today? Why aren't you afraid of the Qing soldiers?
...
Afraid of Tatars?
How can it be?
If Hao Yaoqi knew what Marseille was thinking, he would definitely treat him as a fool. He is a dignified and handsome man who came from the old Dashun camp. He is not afraid of heaven or earth. How can he be afraid of the Tatars who are so stupid that they can charge at him head-on?
And those Tatars didn't look very powerful. The musketeers from the sniper camp used turtle-dove-foot muskets to snipe them, and they lost dozens of them! The formation was also a bit scattered. Some Tatar soldiers slowed down their pace, while others continued to charge stupidly. They were simply stupid Tatars!
It turns out that the first row of the three rows of musketeers arranged by Hao Yaoqi is the "sniper", also known as skirmishers and sniper battalions. There are more than 200 people in total, and they are composed of musketeers who serve as instructors in the vanguard. of. Half of them were eunuch fire gun soldiers brought by Zhu Cihong from Beijing, and the other half were masters selected from the fire gun soldiers under Shen Tingyang.
They are all very skilled in musketry, and they can easily hit humanoid targets moving 100 paces away with their powerful turtle-dove-footed fire guns. The Turtle Dove Foot Fire Gun is a heavy musket with amazing power. It is indestructible at a distance of 100 steps! Even the shield vehicles of the Qing soldiers can be easily penetrated!
Therefore, in the tactics designed by Zhu Cixiang for his fire rifle soldiers, they acted as skirmishers (snipers), scattered in front of the array, and responsible for firing the first shot.
In the round of sniping just now, they killed at least 30 Tatars - not necessarily killed or injured, but maybe knocked down their horses, which caused a certain amount of chaos in the Tatar formation. , weakening their offensive power.
Seeing the red and silver cavalry leaping forward in front of them, feeling the rumbling vibrations on the ground, Hao Yaoqi and most of his fire gun soldiers looked normal!
Most of them were veterans of the Dashun Army who were captured during the Tianjin-Wei War. There were also some from Chen Yongfu's troops. They had never fought against the Tatars and did not know how powerful the Tatars were. But they all know that if they dare to shoot indiscriminately or escape from the battlefield, the supervising team behind them will immediately chop them to death with a knife!
Moreover... they also have a weapon to embolden their courage, a three-foot-long armor-piercing awl! After the fire gun is inserted into the armor-breaking thorn, it becomes a short spear seven or eight feet long. The two columns of muskets can immediately turn into a dense formation of guns, and they will have a certain defensive ability against the cavalry.
"Upper cone stab!"
Hao Yaoqi, who was standing behind the formation and supervising the battle with a dropped knife, shouted loudly, and immediately drummers beat the war drums.
When the gunmen heard the sound of the drums, they all took out their awls, inserted them into the mouth of the gun, and then leveled the gun. The gunners in the front row used the brackets they carried to hold their turtle-dove-footed fire cannons. The gunners in the back row used bird cannons, so they placed the fire cannons directly on the shoulders of the gunners in the front row.
But no one opened fire, they were just waiting quietly for Hao Yaoqi to ring a gong himself.
In the past twenty days, these battlefield veterans have been training for this. You can only fire when you hear the sound of the gong. Anyone who fires in advance will be beaten by Hao Yaoqi.
Those who have not yet been maimed already know how to fire upon orders!
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