"Your Majesty! It's Ni Ming's cavalry. Judging from the situation, there are five thousand cuirassiers plus several dragoon brigades. It seems that Ni Ming has gathered the dragoons from the Guards Regiment and the Northern Expedition Corps to pursue them!"
Beside Qianlong, Fukangan said solemnly.
The Ming army on the opposite side flew the flags of the Cuirassier Brigade, the 2nd and 4th Dragoon Brigades of the Guards Regiment, the 7th Army Dragoon Brigade, the 9th Army Dragoon Brigade, and the 17th Army Dragoon Brigade.
According to this preparation.
There should be thirty thousand men in six brigades.
Eliminate the wandering rangers.
There are at least 20,000 more people.
Although there are not many people.
But at this time, the Eight Banners soldiers no longer had an unstable morale and no fighting spirit.
Even if they have the advantage in numbers, they have no chance of winning against more than 20,000 Ming troops.
not to mention.
For Qianlong.
What happened in the capital was what concerned him the most.
Two emperors appeared out of nowhere.
The Qing Dynasty has reached this point.
Are we still going to be divided into three parts of the world?
Just thinking about it makes people anxious.
But it’s true that Mr. Qianlong has lost so many games, why can’t he be upright and upright? Otherwise, the Qing Dynasty may not be where it is now.
Fukang'an started to complain a little.
"With more than 20,000 troops, how should we deal with it now?"
Qianlong took a deep breath and asked.
Fukang'an thought for a while and said: "Now we can only shrink the forces we can control into a group and cover each other heading north. As long as we can enter the capital, there will be a solution."
Is there any way to do it once we enter the capital?
Qianlong's expression was extremely cold.
No one knows what the situation in Beijing is like.
Delengtai was on patrol in the outer city, but he encountered a robbery.
He had no choice but to escape on horseback and wandered around for a while. After hearing many true and false rumors, he rode south and reported to Qianlong.
Now the counties in Baoding Prefecture are also waiting for the wind to fall. A small group of Ming troops can capture the county seat under the banner of Ming Dynasty.
Even before the Ming army arrived, many magistrates and county officials took off their official uniforms and raised the banner of the Ming Dynasty in the county.
They are vying to be revolutionary heroes.
Fortunately, the current southern court of the Ming Dynasty is strong enough and does not need to worry about the fruits of the revolution being stolen.
And for the Qing court.
They will not have the good luck of future generations. As long as they issue an edict of abdication, they can enjoy millions of silver dollars in support every year, continue to live in the Forbidden City, and even run out to become emperors of Manchukuo later.
In this time and space, there is no Yuan Shikai and no Beiyang warlords.
"Shrunk into a ball?"
Luo Dingshan smiled when he saw this.
Next to him, Li Shun, the commander of the cuirassier brigade, asked: "Mr. Luo, how are we going to fight now?"
Although Li Shun's military rank and official position were lower than that of Luo Dingshan, he was Emperor Zhu's absolute confidant and one of the three hundred old brothers. In the future, he would at least be the prince of the country who retired with the country, so Luo Dingshan was also quite polite to him.
"How to fight? Brother Li, have you ever seen a flock of sheep?" Luo Dingshan asked.
"I haven't seen him often." Li Shun shook his head.
"When the sheep are in danger, they shrink into a ball like the current Eight Banners soldiers to protect themselves." Luo Dingshan pointed to the Qing army brigade in the distance and smiled.
"So now the Qing Tatars have become discouraged. Their Eight Banners soldiers have turned into a flock of sheep. It only takes one powerful enough blow to scatter the sheep. For example, beat the leader to death!"
Luo Dingshan stared at Qianlong.
"The main town wants to target Qianlong?"
"That's right! At this point, other Eight Banners soldiers don't matter. The key lies in the Tatar emperor. As long as the Tatar emperor can be beaten to the point of losing his armor, he doesn't have to be killed. The remaining The Eight Banners soldiers have no fighting spirit to resist."
"The Tatar Emperor is guarded by a large group of cavalry. It may not be easy to threaten him." Li Sheng said while holding up the telescope.
"There is nothing easy about fighting. I will command the dragoons to attack from both wings. Your cuirassier brigade will sit in the center and charge forward in a horn formation. The dragoons will use horse-borne rockets and rifled guns to blast away the enemy in front of them. And your Xiong family’s cavalry brigade has only one goal—forward! Forward! Forward! Take the Qing Tartar Army directly!”
Luo Dingshan said loudly.
"I obey the order!!"
Li Sheng immediately took the order.
Then he went down to gather his cuirassiers.
As five thousand cuirassiers lined up like three walls at the front, middle and back, they attacked the line.
Li Sheng, holding an ash wooden cavalry spear, rode his horse past the military formation, and after the battle was settled at the front of the military formation.
He reined in his horse suddenly.
"Brothers! Do you know who the person in front of you is? He is the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty!"
Li Sheng's voice was very loud, and five thousand of the most elite cuirassiers led the horses in formation and stood upright.
The cuirassier brigade consists of five thousand cavalry, each with three horses.
A horse is ridden as a foot power.
A horse is used to carry breastplates and equipment.
Both horses are Mongolian horses.
Very durable.
The real war horses are the tall and slender Indian fold horses and Arabian horses.
Normally, they are reluctant to ride them, and they have to use high-quality fine materials to serve them. The most important job of the cavalry is to serve the war horses well. They must develop a good relationship with the mounts and run them well. Only then can the war horses be obedient during an assault. Only then can we reach the other side of victory with the knights.
So now it’s time for everyone to go out into battle.
They all still lead their war horses.
He won't ride until he really wants to charge.
"Yes! The emperor of the Qing Dynasty is in front, and the enemies of hundreds of millions of Han people are in front of us! Now, the warriors of the Great Tomorrow, who symbolize the most powerful force of our Han people, have something to do right now. A chance for revenge for the Han people who were massacred by the Manchu Tatars more than a hundred years ago!!"
Wang Guofang and Wu Er were both in the queue, looking excited and excited!
The emperor of the Qing Dynasty is right in front of him.
Kill the Qing Tartar emperor and defeat the last Qing Tartar field force that dared to confront the Ming army!
This is an unparalleled achievement!
"My emperor has decreed that this victory must be achieved by all the soldiers under his command with first-class merit!"
As Li Shun's words fell.
The soldiers of the Cuirassier Brigade suddenly cheered.
First class merit!
Exclude the rewards brought by this level of merit.
As long as you are a soldier who can receive first-class merit, your future will be bright.
If you are an ordinary soldier, you will be given priority for admission to the Ming Dynasty Army and Navy Officers Academy - if you don't go there yourself, you can still benefit your descendants and recommend one of your descendants to enroll!
Secondly, first-class merit is definitely enough to be knighted.
At least they are all lords.
In the future, everyone will be a member of the nobles of the Ming Dynasty, and the nobles of the new Ming Dynasty do not just have an identity.
And power!
Now the "Parliament" of the Ming Dynasty is divided into the House of Lords and the House of Commons.
Your nobles have the right to vote for the House of Lords!
In addition, after a long period of "education", the current Ming army soldiers basically know that they are fighting for "the living space of future generations" and for the "rise of the Han family" when they go to war.
Although these ideological weapons are not as good as material guarantees after all - after all, the current Ming Empire is a semi-feudal and semi-capitalist empire where everyone is private.
Therefore, it is difficult to find any communist fighters with extremely firm ideological beliefs.
But with the combination of material rewards and ideological education.
The fighting spirit of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty is still ridiculously high, at least better than the soldiers of other countries in the world today.
"Kill Qianlong, destroy the Tatars, kill! Kill! Kill!"
Earth-shaking cries resounded across the sky.
The coldness brought by the murderous intent made Fukang'an's hands and feet in the distance become cold, and his scalp became numb.
He fought on the battlefield for more than thirty years.
Before this reverse light appeared.
The faces of Han people are almost the same.
Numbness and pain.
Who would have thought.
These are the Han people.
There are times when he is so impassioned and confident.
There are also times when such murderous intent is so high.
The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
Fukangan suddenly remembered this poem.
In his eyes.
These Han warriors.
It seems as if it has traveled through poetry.
Stepping on the yellow sand.
Stepping on the bones.
This image coincided with the numb and bitter image of the Han people in his mind.
It finally became blurry.
He found that his understanding of the Han people was somewhat confused.
They are as timid as rats after all.
Still as brave as a tiger.
Who can tell?
But Fukangan knew.
There are now more than 20,000 Han warriors.
It was enough to defeat the tens of thousands of Eight Banners soldiers.
The killing intent of these Han warriors was so naked.
If you are killed by them.
Defeat the last force of the Qing Dynasty.
Manchu
There will be a danger of annihilation.
Because there are only more than one million people in total.
It's not much more than the Zhungeer tribe that was wiped out by the Qing Dynasty.
If the Ming court dealt with the Manchus the same way the Qing Dynasty dealt with the Zhungeer tribe.
That won't be a few years.
The Manchus are about to be exterminated!
Just when Fukangan's face was solemn.
Eldenbao beside him also shouted: "Here they come, they are coming up!"
Qianlong also held up a telescope to observe the enemies in the distance.
There are only more than 20,000 riders.
The three wings, left, center and right, were arranged and pressed forward in a big way.
Qianlong did not take the 568,000 or 68 thousand bannermen in his hands at all.
Qianlong sighed.
He knew that now was the time for the Han Dynasty to prosper and the tribes outside the Great Wall to weaken.
In history, similar scenes have been played out many times.
The heroes beyond the Great Wall took control of the Central Plains and dominated the world.
Then another hero was born in the Han family, and the pull and war between the two sides built the order of the world.
It seems.
This seems to be history repeating itself.
But Qianlong looked at the Eight Banners soldiers holding muskets beside him.
But a thought flashed through my mind.
Maybe.
The hero beyond the wall.
There is no chance of taking control of the Central Plains anymore.
Because now is the age of muskets.
The days of skillful archers and horses are over.
"Your Majesty, withdraw. We can't continue the fight. We can't shed all our blood here."
Fukangan said with a long sigh.
"Go to the north of the Great Wall, go to the Western Regions, leave the land of China, and go outside the region to re-establish the Qing Dynasty!"
Fukangan said.
Can the Qing Dynasty be revived again?
Qianlong thought.
"Your Majesty, you retreat first, and I will lead the troops to stop the rear!"
Eldenbao held his spear and said.
(End of chapter)
