Chapter 41: Soldiers versus soldiers, comparing goods
"This...Lin...Master Lin, do you still want to fight?"
Liu Qianxing no longer sat on the slide, but stood on a carriage.
But when I was being asked, my calves were cramping.
Don’t be afraid of not knowing the goods, just be afraid of comparing goods.
The coalition forces have 20,000 Qing heavenly troops and 60,000 native troops.
When it first came out, it looked a bit arrogant.
In the opinion of Liu Qianxing, who has a lot of experience in group fighting.
Just rely on these 80,000 people.
Not to mention throwing a whip to cut off the flow.
No matter how you trample the Pontianak!
Wait until this battle is over.
He can be canonized by the Qing Dynasty, and this West Borneo will become the Liu family's world.
Just now...
When I saw the Ming army coming out of the camp.
His enthusiasm was poured cold water on him.
The troops of the Ming army on the opposite side were as neat as swords and axes.
And what about your own side?
It's as messy as a wet market.
After seeing the army coming out from the opposite side, they were frightened and confused.
If it weren't for the numerical advantage, it would be too great.
These put together Chinese underworld armies and native tribal armies may become brave enough to "flee once they see the enemy".
Lin Guoliang frowned.
There were not many Ming troops on the opposite side.
But the elite are truly elite.
Wearing a cotton military uniform that looks very energetic.
He was carrying a nine-foot-long musket, with a bright bayonet stuck on the tip of the gun.
Two squads of twenty people form a horizontal line, three horizontal lines form a platoon, and three platoons form an infantry company. Each full company has 180 soldiers and 20 officers, which is exactly two people. Hundreds of people.
The three companies were lined up, forming a very open front.
They are moving forward slowly with neat steps.
Although the number is small.
But there was an overwhelming momentum.
Lin Guoliang was horrified to see this.
"Guangzhou City... no, the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers in Beijing City are nothing more than this, right?"
Lin Guoliang thought.
The image of the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers of the Qing Dynasty can be said to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Although Qianlong was clearly aware that his Eight Banners soldiers were not very good at fighting - this was the biggest secret of the entire Qing Dynasty.
The Han people must not know that the Eight Banners are not doing well.
So in the propaganda caliber of the Qing Dynasty.
The Eight Banners are still heavenly soldiers.
As soon as the heavenly soldiers came out.
There is nothing that cannot be won.
Now Lin Guoliang imagined the anti-Ming army in front of him as an army comparable to the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers in Beijing.
This is already a bit rebellious.
Fortunately, there are no mind readers in this world.
No one knows what Lin Guoliang is thinking.
He frowned and said, "Major Graup, why don't we test it first."
Dutch Gropp knows his stuff.
Of course he knew that the army on the opposite side was not simple.
But no matter what, I have a numerical advantage here.
"I agree."
Graup put down the telescope in his hand,
He and Lin Guoliang were the actual commanders of this coalition.
"How about we first send two thousand Chinese musketeers and three thousand native hand-to-hand soldiers to fight, and the rest of the army will be deployed as a reserve force? Let Lieutenant West High command this battle."
"Okay!" Lin Guoliang nodded in agreement.
He knew these Dutchmen had something up their sleeve.
At least he is more capable than his colleagues and subordinates in Guangdong Green Camp.
Dispatch the army in a systematic way.
A Dutch officer came out, and Gropp explained: "Lieutenant Wester, you are responsible for commanding this round of attack, dispatching 10 six-pound cannons, remember, there is no need to attack by force, and the enemy's musketry is within 100 yards." Just shoot at each other!"
"Yes! Major!!"
100 yards is about 90 meters.
This distance is actually almost the limit of the effective range of the flintlock musket.
To hit the target with a flintlock musket at this distance requires a well-trained soldier using the best firearms and ammunition to have a certain possibility.
But there are definitely no such soldiers under the coalition forces now.
therefore.
This attack was just a test.
While the coalition forces were still noisily ordering troops to go into battle.
Another Ming army appeared on the opposite side.
Two armies that were about the same size as the Ming army in front of them came from both sides of the column. They seemed to be preparing to cooperate with the army in the middle to form a pincer offensive!
"A pincer attack?"
Lin Guoliang and Glopp were both shocked.
These Ming troops are too...confident, or arrogant!
Facing an enemy whose number was dozens of times greater than his own, he actually took the initiative to attack! !
"Ordering the army to shrink, they actually want to attack us from the front, left, and right at the same time? This is too arrogant!"
Graup took a deep breath and said.
And at this time.
Two thousand Chinese musketeers and three thousand native hand-to-hand soldiers who were preparing to fight have also been pulled out.
It's a bit confusing though.
But a military formation formed in front of them.
Three thousand Chinese musketeers formed a crooked line.
The native melee soldiers formed a group, which looked like a square formation.
The plan was to wait for the two sides to start shooting at each other and the smoke from the muskets to cover the battlefield, then rush forward to bite the opponent and disrupt the fight.
With the numerical advantage, only part of the army was needed to entangle the Ming army in a chaotic battle.
The other armies can rush into Pontianak City unimpeded.
This battle is won.
.....
However, the dream is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.
It sounds like there's nothing wrong with Glopp's arrangement.
The only problem was that he overestimated the endurance of his ragtag group and underestimated the strength of his opponents.
The Ming army did not give the opponent a chance to engage in volley shooting.
When the five thousand vanguard soldiers and horses on the opposite side came out in chaos.
Behind the rows of Ming army formations, teams of ten quickly advanced in columns.
He swaggered towards the front of the coalition army's formation and rushed towards it.
At a distance of about two hundred meters from the opposite military formation.
The hunters started shooting from a half-crouching position.
The Qing heavenly soldiers and native hand-to-hand soldiers here still don't know what happened.
Bang bang bang gunshots came one after another.
About seventy hunters opened fire one after another.
A bloody mist suddenly appeared on the coalition forces' side.
More than a dozen men fell to the ground.
Screams came and went.
"It's a Jaeger! Damn it!!"
Graup just cursed.
The coalition forces are here.
More than two thousand Chinese musketeers couldn't wait to shoot.
"Ceasefire! Ceasefire quickly!!!"
Grawp's furious voice was quickly drowned in the sound of gunfire.
Chasseurs are also a very common tactic in Europe, but they fired from such a long distance and with such accuracy, Gralop judged that the opponent was using rifled muskets.
This kind of musket is the private collection of many nobles in Europe.
We haven't equipped the army on a large scale yet.
However, Graup knew the advantages and disadvantages of the rifled gun: it could shoot accurately and far, but it was extremely difficult to load.
Therefore, if the coalition forces did not fire, they would only have to endure a dozen casualties and continue to advance, forcing the hunters who had fired bullets to retreat.
