The midday sun shines directly down, which is extremely dazzling, baking the earth like a steamer.
The autumn tiger not only scorched the earth, but also scorched the people up and down Changling Mountain. Even the armor on their bodies was so hot that it was already like an oven inside.
Occasionally, a mountain breeze comes, which makes people feel cool and relieves the heat. However, the mountain breeze is not always there, and most of the time it is in a scorching state, which consumes people's physical strength.
The place where Prince Duduo of Yu of the Qing Dynasty and others were staying was a temporary wooden shed covered with a straw curtain. Although it was not exposed to direct sunlight, it was still unbearably hot.
The surrounding warriors of the Qing Dynasty did not receive such treatment. They were all wearing iron armor and standing in the sun. Although everyone was sweating profusely and felt that their armor was getting heavier and heavier, they did not dare to leave the team without permission, so they had to stand in front of them. There is a strong perseverance.
Compared to them, the Ming army officers and soldiers guarding the mountain had a better time.
After all, after operating on Changling Mountain for more than a month, they had already figured out a set of effective measures and methods on how to avoid the scorching sun.
We must believe in the wisdom of the working people. In order to avoid being burned by the scorching sun and losing their combat effectiveness, all members of the Dushi Infantry Battalion actively participated in and actively tried every means to resolve the matter.
In addition to the wooden barracks and tents behind the trench wall defense line, they also dug some deep nests beside the trench wall, or used wooden poles to prop up some curtains, and even built many large and small buildings based on the trench wall. Small Tibetan Soldier Cave.
Those sergeants who do not have defensive tasks can hide to avoid the scorching sun, and when the enemy approaches, they can come out in time to attack the enemy with muskets and artillery. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone!
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The face of Zhen Baiyin Tu, a man with a yellow flag inlaid on his forehead, was extremely ugly. His face was covered with beads of sweat, which kept gathering together and flowing down. His hands were involuntarily fanning, as if no one was around, but nothing happened. No help.
On the other side, Zhenghuangqi Gushan's forehead, Zhen Ashan, was also frowning. Although he also had beads of sweat flowing down his face, Ashan, who had always been steady and steady, stood firmly behind Duduo, motionless as a mountain.
At this moment, Duduo, Prince of Yu of the Qing Dynasty, also looked unhappy. However, it was not because of the unbearable heat, but because of the unfavorable Mongolian invasion of Changling Mountain!
His face was filled with hatred as he stared at the mountains in the distance.
The roar of artillery and gunfire on the slopes of Changling Mountain stopped for a while, but it was still a scene filled with smoke. Another wave of foreign Mongolian soldiers were rolling and climbing down the mountain. Their armors were all in pieces, and they were crying. Screaming wildly.
And the Aha slaves who followed the attack on the mountain were also crying and running down the mountain.
The Manchurian warriors with white flags who were responsible for supervising the battle at the foot of the mountain, carrying long knives and big axes, chopped down several fleeing Mongolian soldiers from foreign vassals, and chopped down dozens of panic-stricken Aha before they stopped the panic. The crowd forced them to form a team at the foot of the mountain.
At this time, all the Mongolian troops from the outer vassals had taken turns to go into battle, but they all suffered heavy casualties under the strange defense line of the Ming army on Changling Mountain.
Even Karma, who had just taken over as the commander of Zhasak, the left-wing banner of Karaqin, was hit in the arm by a firecracker fired by the defenders on the mountain. His originally good right arm was now as black as burnt. Like holes, I'm afraid it will be difficult to preserve.
In the future, he may be called the one-armed Zasak, he may become a hero in the eyes of the Mongolian princes of the outer vassals, or he may become a joke in their eyes.
But now, the warriors of the tribe they brought had suffered serious losses. The Zasak and Taiji of the Mongolian tribes in the outer vassal could not help but complain. They were unwilling to attack Changling Mountain again no matter what.
Baiyintu and Ah Shan cooperated, one with a black face and the other with a red face, using both soft and hard tactics, but it had no effect at this moment...
Prince Yu Duduo had long known in his heart that these foreign Mongols were ultimately unreliable, and he seemed to have never believed them from the beginning to the end.
However, Duduo also knew that he should not be too hasty in forcing them. After all, he still had to use them. If he was pressed too hastily at this moment and made them resentful, it would be detrimental to this battle.
At that moment, he said: "Chu Hu'er and Shanba are also trying their best."
When Duduo spoke, he glanced sideways at Garma who was lying on the stretcher. There was no trace of mercy in his eyes, but instead they were full of insidiousness.
Perhaps in his eyes, the Outer Mongols have always been cannon fodder, but it is not yet time to kill them all, so they can only be allowed to rest for the time being for later use.
I heard him continue in a cold tone: "The Eight Mongolian Banners will charge again, with more Aha slaves. You two Yellow Banners will also produce some warriors, and they will follow behind. If you have a chance, charge forward!"
"嗻."
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At the end of the day, the foot of Changling Mountain was crowded with people, flags were flying, and the Eight Banners Mongolian soldiers and horses were finally dispatched.
They all dismounted and fought on foot, a black mass of Mongolian soldiers, gradually pushing towards the northeast and southeast slopes of Changling Mountain. In front of them and behind them, there were thousands of Han wrapped slaves following them.
Almost none of these people had weapons in their hands, but they carried or carried some earth baskets and bags. It seemed that they were just the same as when they attacked with the Mongolian soldiers from foreign vassals. They were only responsible for filling trenches.
Many Tatar soldiers in yellow armor were also among the people attacking the mountain, but they were located further back, and most of them held bows and arrows.
Of course, there are also some with long swords and axes in their hands. Their role is not only to supervise the battle, but also to prevent the defeated soldiers from attacking the formation due to chaos just like before.
The dark crowd of mountain attackers surged toward the slope in overwhelming numbers, as if they could never forget the end.
As soon as we arrived at the foot of Changling Mountain, the smell of blood hit our nostrils, and the sound of wailing continued to come down the hillside. From time to time, some Mongolian soldiers from the outer vassal who were not dead yet struggled to roll down the slope.
Looking up from here, there are corpses everywhere, and large swaths of blood extending up to the ditches in front of the trench walls on the mountainside.
As the mountain wind blew by, the pungent smell of blood and the choking smell of gunpowder smoke came more violently.
Various broken Mongolian flags and armors of the foreign vassals, as well as their weapons and wooden shields, were scattered everywhere. Many undead slaves and a small number of Mongolian soldiers were lying among the corpses. Groaning and wailing in pain.
They also seemed to find that their own troops were coming to attack the mountain again. Helpless eyes immediately looked in this direction. They tried their best to climb down the hillside and ask for help from their own troops.
However, many people died in the process, and the short ramp became a journey that they could not complete in the end.
However, they still died in the process of survival. There was still a glimmer of hope in their eyes, which was much better than those who died in despair!
Because the Qing Dynasty and the Mongolian ministries all have regulations on retrieving the bodies of their own soldiers on the battlefield.
Those who fought tooth and nail to retrieve the bodies of their own soldiers during the retreat and personally escorted them back to their hometowns for burial may even be eligible to inherit the property, wives and children of the deceased.
Therefore, every time they went to war, if the battle went against their will, they would desperately try to retrieve the bodies of their comrades before retreating, and then they would gallop away on horseback.
This is precisely why the Ming Dynasty often reported to the court how many enemies it had killed in bloody battles with the Mongols and Manchu Tatars, but the number of enemy heads counted was pitiful. This is why.
What's more, the officers and soldiers of the Xuanfu Army who guarded the mountain hid behind the trench walls and ditches, and fired cannons at the slaves from a distance. There was no way they could stop them from taking away the corpses of the Mongolian soldiers.
Therefore, the dead and wounded Mongolians were all carried or dragged back by the surviving comrades, but the Han slaves were ignored. Almost everyone ignored them and left their corpses on the mountain slopes. superior.
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At this moment, the Mongolian soldiers from the Eight Banners and the Tatar soldiers from the Eight Manchurian Banners and the Two Yellow Banners were holding their own weapons and slowly pushing towards the mountainside with some despair.
There were also many Aha slaves among them, who were struggling to move forward with large wooden shields and light shield carts to cover them.
Although there are still many corpses and blood on this section of the slope, the slope is gentle, and the trees and weeds have been cleared away by the Ming army, so it is relatively easy to walk.
It's just that the smoke that has not yet dissipated, coupled with the pungent smell of blood, makes people feel uncomfortable all over.
Even the Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers who had been on the Laobi battlefield found it unbearable. They all frowned and showed an uncomfortable look.
Not to mention the coated slaves who were preparing to fill the trenches. When some saw such cruel scenes, they either fell to the ground crying and sobbing, or their legs shook and they were unable to move.
However, the two yellow flag Tatars who followed behind were not vegetarians. They were either shooting with arrows or chopping with swords and axes. The bloody scenes in front of them always seemed far away compared to what was happening around them.
The coated slaves let out bursts of exclamations and screams, and ran forward desperately. Although the journey ahead may be full of dangers, the danger in front of them is more realistic.
Before they reached the Ming army's defense line on the mountainside, they heard a series of strange sounds of "Tum! Tum! Tum!..." and large white smoke instantly rose from the hillside.
Some experienced Tatar soldiers and Mongolian officers shouted in horror: "Fire the cannons... Nangou is firing the cannons... spread out... all spread out... watch out for the cannons..."
Their shouts are indeed correct. When they are bombarded by solid bullets, it is natural for the team to disperse, so as not to be overwhelmed by a cannon.
However, the Mongolian soldiers and the coated slaves are already crowded together, so how can it be said that they can be dispersed immediately and effectively if they disperse?
As the cannons fell, "bang...bang...bang..." exploded one after another.
The hard mountain slopes are like trampolines, bouncing up the rapidly falling cannonballs again, forming ricochet bombs that bounce around irregularly in all directions. Bloody holes burst out of the group of coated slaves.
On the dry slope, there was a cloud of dust, and there were screams and wails. It seemed extremely tragic, but it was obscured by the smoke and dust, making it difficult to see clearly.
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The artillerymen of the Xuanfu Army have been stationed here for a long time. They are usually bored and have clearly marked the firing range and shooting range of each large and small artillery one by one. At this moment, there is no need to measure anymore, just keep an eye on the secret marks.
When the Mongolian soldiers attacking the mountain arrived at that location, the corresponding artillery was ignited, and the sounds of "Boom! Boom! Boom!..." were heard one after another.
In the Xuanfu army guarding the mountain, there are a lot of Fran cannons in the carriage camp. These are almost equivalent to rapid-fire cannons. After firing, you only need to replace the musket with a new one. There is no need to clear the chamber, charge, or refill the gun. and other complicated processes.
Therefore, the bursts of artillery fire seemed to be more violent than when the Mongols from the Outer Mongols attacked the mountain just now!
In the flying dust, cannonballs fell frequently, the sound of "boom..." continued, and the sound of crying and howling became louder. Many large wooden shields and light shield vehicles were fired before they could be pushed within the range of the cannons. The fierce artillery fire bombarded them and shattered them one after another.
The large amounts of wood chips became a nightmare for the Mongolian soldiers and coated slaves, especially those slaves pushing large wooden shields and light shield carts. Their arms and faces were covered with wood chips, and they fell to the ground and wailed.
However, although the Folang machine gun on Changling Mountain is very convenient to replace the musket, it cannot bombard endlessly. After all, there are many Tatars and the number of cannons is always limited.
After firing two and a half rounds, the various large and small Folang machine guns also temporarily stopped bombarding the Mongolian soldiers.
However, the ricochet on the slope could not be eliminated for a while, and it continued to jump irregularly, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
In the chaos, the Mongolian soldiers with two yellow flags and the numerous Aha slaves were afraid of the strictness of the Tatar military regulations. They could only continue to advance up the hillside in a hobby, leaving another piece of human body behind them. Wrecks and fragments of wooden shields and shield-carts.
However, as they slowly climbed up the hillside, the terrain gradually became too high, and the road to attack the mountain became increasingly difficult to walk.
Not to mention that the slope gradually became rugged, and there were many pits dug by the Xuanfu army, and various traps were set up on this slope.
Some trench traps are also equipped with many extremely hard wooden thorns. The tips of these wooden thorns have been roasted by fire and are so hard that they can even pierce armor.
At this time, some of the trenches and traps were already filled with the corpses of many people, both Mongolian and Han. They died in different ways, but all of them were extremely miserable. The corpses were still dripping down from the wooden thorns. Drops of bright red blood fell.
Those sharp and deep wooden thorns pierced the bodies of the Mongolian soldiers and Aha slaves. Each of their corpses showed a strange twisting shape.
Blood continued to flow under the scorching sun, covering the bottom of the trench trap, exuding a nauseating and strong smell of blood.
At this moment, because there were not many large wooden shields and light shield vehicles left, the Mongolian soldiers still had the shields in their hands to cover them, but the many slaves were completely exposed.
However, under the stern orders of various Mongolian generals, they could only move forward cautiously and with difficulty. Their hearts were beating wildly as they watched the trench approaching step by step.
