The Qing army's right-wing cannon soldiers' behavior of dealing with their errands did not last long, because Feng Sizhong's cannon had already "flyed" over!
After the twenty-four cannons were set up, there was a ping-ping-pong-pong bombardment. In less than a stick of incense, hundreds of iron bullets were fired out, and less than half of the snail-moving shield vehicles were disabled. The broken pieces of wood turned into "shotguns", flying everywhere behind the shield car formation, hitting the heads and faces of the Eight Banners soldiers, and there was a sudden wailing.
Ild, who was supervising the battle from behind, was also stunned. Unlike Ao Bai, he did not take the lead, but stayed behind to supervise the battle. It was far away from the front line, and it was dark now, so he didn't notice the Ming army's artillery coming up. He only saw the good big wooden frame suddenly shattered with a bang... What's going on? ?
Why did it explode when it was so good? Could it be...that there's witchcraft?
He also thought about witchcraft!
Black magic was not something that the children of the Eight Banners could resist, and Ild's courage suddenly weakened. At this moment, someone beside him suddenly shouted: "Jia Lazhangjing, it seems that Obai on the left wing has withdrawn first!"
What? Oboi withdrew? He is the best warrior in Manchuria! Ild took a deep breath and suddenly lost his will to fight.
Just when he was wondering whether to retreat first, Hauge had already made the decision for him. The sound of retreating troops came from behind Ild.
The Qing army's shield car attacked, and the Ming army did not even touch the edge of the Ming army's position, and was repulsed by the Ming army's cannons and turtle-dove-foot muskets.
After gathering the troops, Ild immediately went up to Daqianling and headed towards Hauge's central army. Before they arrived, he heard someone crying.
He hurriedly drove his horse forward, and when he got closer, he discovered that it was Mulima, Obai's younger brother, who was crying! Hauge was sitting on the horse, his face extremely ugly... Could it be that Obai, the first warrior in Manchuria, was also beaten to death?
Ild was shocked! Last year, Duolon, the best warrior in Manchuria, died, and this year, Obai, the best warrior in Manchuria, died... This title of the first warrior in Manchuria is a bit unlucky!
Don’t know whose turn it is next? Stop Bilong? Suksaha? Or yourself? I am a warrior myself!
"Ilde is here? Come here quickly!" Haug had already seen Ilde who had just gotten off the horse and waved him forward.
Ild ran to Haug and kowtowed to apologize, "Slave Ild apologizes to the prince!"
Hauge waved his hand, "What's your fault? It's just that the first battle was unfavorable... and you also found out the enemy's reality!
Mulima, stop crying too! Aobai is a lucky man and a heavenly being, everything will be fine and he will always get through it... Isn't it just that his brain is blooming? The greatest warrior in Manchuria is still afraid of this? "
Obai is not dead yet, he just suffered a concussion... and is still unconscious now! I don’t know if I will suffer from amnesia or other sequelae after I wake up?
Mulima wiped away her tears, "I listen to your Majesty, I don't cry anymore... I want to fight and avenge my brother and the dead warriors!"
Hauge looked at Mulima: "Mulima, how do you want to fight?"
Mulima was stunned, how could he know? He has been following his brother Ao Bai around, and he will fight wherever Ao Bai says he will fight.
Looking at Mulima's silly look, and then looking at Ild who was shrinking his neck, Haug also sighed, and then turned to look at his other favorite, Arzin. Alzin is the number one warrior of the Zhenglan Banner, and now he is Baya Lahuzhangjing of the Zhenglan Banner, so he is naturally good at fighting.
Arzin took a step forward and said: "Your Majesty, we are on a narrow road now. Only the brave can win!"
"It makes sense!" Haug nodded, "Alzin, you are my number one warrior in Zhenglan Banner! This battle depends entirely on you. If you can win, you will be my number one warrior in Manchuria!"
The first warrior in Manchuria? Arzin suddenly had an ominous premonition just like Ild! There are two Manchurian warriors, one is dead and the other was knocked unconscious. I don’t know if he can survive?
But Alzin can't shrink, Master Hauge is looking forward to it! He gritted his teeth and continued: "Please, Your Majesty, please mobilize the coated minions of each banner, escorted by the powerful Eight Banners troops, and then clear the front of Liuxi! The minions and Mulima Zhangjing each led the Eight Banners cavalry, from the left and right of the Nankou Move around on both sides and attack their flanks!
Don't shoot arrows, just use cavalry to charge. If you can't charge, just dismount and fight hand-to-hand... I, the warrior of the Eight Banners, are invincible. As long as we are willing to bear one or two thousand casualties, are we still afraid that we won't be able to defeat them? "
"this......"
Hauge said in his heart: You Alzin are so confused! The people who went into battle tonight were mainly people from the Zhenglan Banner and the Two Yellow Banners, all of whom were loyal to the Qing Dynasty. If the losses are too heavy, who will restrain Dorgon, that rebellious minister and traitor?
Boom boom boom...
At this moment, intensive artillery fire rang out again. The sound of artillery came not from the other side of Qingliu River, but from the foothills of the western slope of Daqunling.
It seems that the Ming army has already reached there. As long as they cross the ridge, Hauge will be attacked from both sides!
"Your Majesty," Arzin said again, "the Nanke also have thousands of cavalry, and they are quite impressive! In addition, their infantry moves very fast. If we want to leave, they will definitely chase us, and the losses will not be much small." ah!"
That’s right! This Ming army moved very quickly. Although it was mainly infantry, it could not run much slower than the Eight Banners cavalry.
Hauge also frowned. He seemed like he couldn't lose this battle!
"Is it possible?" Haug said thoughtfully, "Can we break through their fire cannon array?"
Arzin said: “The problem is not big, it’s just more dead people... As long as there is no artillery array!
Your Majesty, what is truly terrifying is the artillery array. The bombardment of twenty or thirty cannons is comparable to 3,000 turtle-dove-footed muskets, and it can hit farther! "
"Their artillery formation is mobile..." Hauge said, "I personally supervise the battle and lead the pack to attract the Nankou's artillery team!
Alzin and Mulima, you each lead ten, no, lead fifteen Niulu to cross the Qingliu River to attack the two wings of the Nan bandit! Remember, you must test it first to make sure there is no artillery array before firing! "
"twitter!"
Hauge suddenly stood up and issued an order loudly: "I have decreed that all slaves in uniforms will go into battle today. Anyone who dares to die without death will be killed without mercy! After today's battle, as long as they don't die, they will all be carried into the battle. Blue Flag Han Army!”
Raise the flag!
Among all the slaves who are willing to work for the Qing Dynasty, who doesn’t want to carry the flag and become a master? This time, Prince Su has shown mercy. As long as he survives and survives... he can raise the flag!
...
"Thank you, Your Majesty for your grace..."
"The Qing Dynasty will be victorious!"
"Kill all the southern barbarians..."
The cheers of the Eight Banners Han Army rang loudly, sweeping across the Qingliu River and reaching Zhu Cixiang's central army.
"Master Qiansui," Wu Sanfu listened attentively, "it's all Liao sounds, it's the Han army and Bao Yi who are shouting."
"What are you yelling about?" Zhu Cixiang folded his arms and sat behind an anti-artillery bunker made of sandbags, with a proud smile on his face.
The Qing army's first wave of offensive has been easily repelled... It seems that this battle has been won!
"It seems like 'Thank you for your grace' or something." Wu Sanfu replied.
"Thank you, Your Majesty?" Zhu Cihong sneered, "Hauge must have painted a big picture for these traitors, right?"
"Yes, that must be the case!" Wu Sanfu said with a smile, "Thankfully these stupid traitors really believe it."
Zhu Cixiang chuckled, and just as he was about to say something, the rumble of cannons rang out again.
This was not Hauge's four Hongyi cannons firing, but Feng Sizhong commanding 24 3-pound regimental artillery to bombard the hillside of Daqunling where the Qing army was entrenched opposite Qingliu Creek.
The reason for this bombardment was because Haug used a trick. When he transferred 30 Niulu under Alzin and Mulima from the hillside of Daqianling, he asked them to leave many torches. , all tied to the tail of the spear with its tip inserted into the soil. From a distance, it seemed as if there was a large army arrayed on the hillside.
In addition, the thousands of coated slaves who were focused on raising the flag were shouting blindly, which made Zhu Cixiang mistakenly think that Hauge's army was preparing to rush down the hillside, so he ordered Feng Sizhong to open fire to disrupt the opponent.
The roar of 24 cannons exposed the location of the Ming army's artillery positions, allowing the 8,088 bannermen led by Alzin and Mulima to cross the river with peace of mind.
