Zhu Youjian, Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, was neatly dressed and stood on a newly piled artillery fort. A hundred or so steps away in front of him was the Gulieyan position where the Han army was inserted. The Chahan militiamen guarding there were cheering for victory! Because the Ming army, which had been shooting at them all morning, finally retreated dozens of steps, retreating beyond the bow and arrow range of the "sharp shooters" of the Han tribe.
Although the casualties of these armored Ming army archers will definitely not be too great, they should not be as many as the casualties of the unarmored Han warriors. But they retreated after all... So the militiamen who joined the Han tribe thought they had won for a while, and their morale increased greatly!
What? Someone is setting up a cannon?
No, how could the Mongolian warriors be afraid of cannons? This thing is not accurate, and you have to wait for a long time to fire a gun. It might be useful if you set up a city wall - there are fixed gun emplacements on the city wall, and the artillery itself will not move, so aiming becomes easier, but it is Use wooden wedges to adjust the shooting angle. But the artillery set up in the wild seems to be of little use in the impression of these Mongolians.
If the Ming army's field artillery really worked, how could there be any possibility that the Jianzhou Jurchens could become arrogant? The Ming army had so many artillery pieces that they had already blasted the Jurchens into pieces!
All the general cannons have been loaded. Hei Wentao, who claims to "know artillery", leads eleven young pro-army soldiers who also know a little bit about artillery. Each of them supervises one cannon and watches the gunners in Datong Town shooting at Zhu You. After loading the ammunition according to the standard given by the inspector, he blew the suonas one by one and reported to Zhu Youjian who was standing on a fort in front of which there was no cannon.
Wu Sangui also held a suona in his hand, standing under the fort where Zhu Youjian was, looking up at Zhu Youjian, waiting for his order.
Zhu Youjian held up a telescope and was pretending to observe the enemy's situation... The enemies were all stupid, and they were still standing swaggering behind Gu Lieyan, seeming quite happy. Do they know that the emperor's cannon has How dark?
Zhu Youjian put away the telescope, then drew out his sword, raised it high in the air, paused briefly, and then swung it down fiercely: "Fire! Blow him, let the Tatars know how powerful our Ming general's artillery is!" "
When Wu Sangui saw Zhu Youjian's sword swung down, he immediately raised the suona, put it to his mouth, and blew on it with all his strength.
After a long and harsh sound, the group of twelve general cannons shook violently at the same time. The fire burst out first, followed by the thunderous sound of the cannon. In the blink of an eye, twelve stone bullets or iron As if the bullets had eyes, they all landed among the Han militiamen behind the Gulieyan position facing the Ming army's artillery array!
The militiamen who were quite happy just now were in a terrible situation. Their formation was quite dense, and twelve stone and iron bullets fell down like this! How could this be any better? What I bumped into were all broken bones and muscles, not to mention the skin and flesh. If I rubbed them, they would be bloody and bloody, and it would hurt just to look at them! There were also a few lucky ones who were directly hit by cannonballs. Their lives were gone before they even felt the pain... and they passed away in bliss! However, the lucky ones were the minority after all, and the majority were bumped and scratched by the twelve stone bullets. The good people were knocked to the ground, rolling and wailing.
And these twelve black conscience cannonballs have not yet completed their mission, because after these cannonballs landed, they bounced up again and continued flying towards the hillside of Baishan Mountain. This is very powerful, because the height of the cannonball flying is about the same as the height of the shoulder and head of a standing person. If it hits, the skull will be shattered! The good head was broken into pieces like a watermelon beaten with a stick, with pink brains and bright red blood splattering everywhere. With their heads smashed, people naturally couldn't survive, but a few of them were still alive. Their hands and feet were shaking and twitching unnaturally. They even ran away for a few steps and suddenly bumped into someone who was already frightened. On the same robe.
The scene of being shelled was so terrifying, it was completely beyond the understanding of the Chahan herdsmen, and it was beyond the limit of what they could bear.
These people are not the Jianzhou Jurchens who are not afraid of death, but have been killed by the Lamaism. They are the armed herdsmen of the Han tribe... Let them fight against the Ming Dynasty's nine-sided frontier soldiers Xu Huan who have little combat effectiveness. Having a slight chance of winning and bullying the border residents of the Ming Dynasty made them feel happy, but it would be really difficult for them to line up and be bombarded.
The group of armed herdsmen from the Han tribe who had just been bombarded immediately fell into chaos. They turned around and fired, shouting while firing: "The cannons are powerful! The Nandi's cannons are powerful..."
But they didn't run far, because not far behind them were two rows of iron cavalry, all dismounted and holding shields and sabers to supervise the battle. They had just noticed how powerful the cannons of the Guan Ming Army were. When they saw the person they were supervising trying to run away, they immediately waved their sabers and went up to kill them. It seemed that they wanted to force the herdsmen back to the front line - they couldn't do it without forcing them back! Just when the Ming army was preparing for the artillery attack, there were already large groups of armored infantry lined up on both sides of their artillery array, all with long guns in hand, waiting to launch an attack.
If the men and horses inserted into the Han army cannot hold the Gulieyan position, the consequences will be disastrous, and they may be defeated by the Ming army in one blow!
They are not on the grassland outside the Great Wall now, but within the border wall of Datong. It is not easy to escape and ascend to heaven...
However, these iron cavalry supervising the battle forced back the armed herdsmen who wanted to escape, and the Ming army's twelve general cannons fired again.
Just like the previous round of salvo fire, the twelve stone bullets still landed accurately in the crowd, knocking over one group first, and then seven or eight more stone bullets bounced up and flew westward, knocking out all the herdsmen blocking the front. Fall to the ground.
After being shelled again, the herdsmen collapsed again and once again rushed towards the iron soldiers supervising the battle, begging and crying, hoping for a way to survive.
But the iron soldiers also received strict orders not to let the herdsmen in front take even a step back!
The herdsmen were afraid of the iron soldiers' sabers, and even more afraid of the cannonballs that could smash people into pieces. Therefore, no matter how hard the iron soldiers drove them away, they were unwilling to go back and die.
Qututaiji came forward with his own soldiers. Each of these soldiers unsheathed their swords and passed through the blockade formed by other iron soldiers. They snatched several leaders who were more gorgeously dressed than ordinary herdsmen from the retreating crowd. He came out, pinned him to the ground and chopped off his head. But while the soldiers of Qututaiji were going out of their way to kill people, the Ming army's artillery kept roaring.
The rate of fire of the general's cannon is not very fast, but the roar never stops!
And every round of shelling can bring down a group of Han herdsmen, leaving a piece of flesh and blood, and making the sound of wailing and screaming become louder and louder.
Gututaiji also knew that he could not stand it anymore, so he had to order his subordinates to block the herdsmen who were about to collapse. At the same time, he flew up to the top of Baideng Mountain and saw the ashen-faced Hutu Dunhan.
"Brother, give the order to withdraw! There is no way to fight this battle!"
Hutu Dunhan just closed his eyes on the top of the mountain and said nothing. Dozens of nobles from the Han tribe gathered around him, just watching them sweat profusely. The southwest wind carrying the smell of gunpowder smoke blew by, and a few strands of messy hair came out from under the hat of Tiger and Rabbit Dunhan, which seemed to have turned into black and white colors!
I can't hold it!
The thing that Mongolian Great Khan Lindan Batur regrets most now is that he didn't run away in time... If you can't beat him, you have to run!
Only by running in time can we escape unscathed and make a comeback... But now, a massive defeat is just around the corner!
The Great Mongolia...is really going to perish!
The sound of shelling stopped at some point. On the battlefield, it became extremely quiet for a while, but this silence did not last long, and was replaced by the rumble of war drums in a blink of an eye.
The sound of war drums means that the general attack of the Ming army's infantry soldiers has begun.
Ten phalanxes composed of 400 to 500 soldiers launched from both sides of the Ming army's artillery array, approaching the Han position at a brisk pace, which had been completely collapsed by nearly an hour of shelling.
Seeing this scene, Lindan Batur took a breath and murmured: "I shouldn't have come... I shouldn't have come to Datong Town!"
"Brother, what should we do now?" Gotutaiji was anxious.
"Now..." Lindan Batur sighed and smiled bitterly, "What else can we do? Run away... escape from the side wall of Datong and never come back again... "
