Fighting against the National Defense Force, the Qing army’s biggest feeling was...
There are simply too many artillery pieces.
The Qing army obtained no more than fifty red cannons, and they were all extremely precious. Non-critical battles will never be dispatched lightly.
And every move creates miraculous feats.
Many fortresses were captured by red cannons.
However, compared with the red cannons, the National Defense Forces have more artillery, a longer range, and greater power.
It also hits more accurately.
The Qing army embarked on the battlefield with an extremely tragic mood, but they were shaken by artillery bombardment.
Although human willpower can change the world, it is really too small under the power of technology.
Especially since their enemies are equally strong-willed.
The formation of the Qing army became more and more loose, many people were fighting in two groups, and they were already on the verge of collapse.
After all, the enemies on the opposite side are endless, and there are fewer and fewer people around us.
The closer the distance, the stronger the sense of oppression from the Wehrmacht.
In fact, the best way to deal with the artillery of the National Defense Force is to spread out the formation as much as possible, so as to minimize casualties.
In previous battles, the Qing army had done this.
But after trying it several times, I found that the consequences were even more tragic.
Because once the formation is dispersed, the Qing army will not have enough muskets, let alone the opponent of the National Defense Force.
You can't expect cold-weapon soldiers with swords to fight for their lives with musketeers, right?
To put it bluntly, it is still technology that crushes us.
In such a duel, the Qing army was actually not much better than the Indians faced by the European colonists.
That is to say, the Qing army's civilization was more advanced and its organization was higher, so it did not collapse so easily to the Indians.
Horqin's right wing never appeared, which made Dorgon feel cold in his heart.
He already had a feeling that Badali might never come.
The fighting on Horqin's left wing still did not stop, and the sound of gunfire continued to be heard, but it was obviously much sparser.
This situation can only have two results.
One is that the National Defense Force was dispersed by the Mongolian cavalry and could not organize a counterattack.
The other is that the Mongolian cavalry is finished, and the National Defense Forces are already cleaning the battlefield.
Dorgon had no time to guess what happened to the left wing. The frontal battle situation put him under great pressure.
"Chahan, Sonomu, lead your cavalry and cut in close to the infantry square."
Upon hearing Dorgon's order, Chahan and Sono's skin went numb.
But the remaining power of the Manchu Qing Dynasty still existed, and they did not dare to resist. He could only light up the last essence of Horqin's left wing and throw himself into the battlefield helplessly.
The arrival of the Mongolian cavalry did not cause any panic in the Fourth Division.
With such a small amount of cavalry, no one believed that they could penetrate the endless front of the Fourth Division.
The 13th Regiment at the front only focused on the Qing infantry in front of them.
"Fire!"
The Qing army's shield truck had been destroyed by the Wehrmacht mortars.
The Qing army, which had lost its cover, could only roar with despair and charge towards the National Defense Forces.
One hundred and fifty steps, a distance that makes people cry.
The muskets roared wantonly, and the Qing soldiers were knocked to the ground one after another, unable to get up again.
Suksaha was among them, making noises unconsciously and not knowing the meaning of the orders given.
Anyway, the soldiers in front of them were harvested layer by layer, but they couldn't get close to the National Defense Forces.
If they cannot break through the limit of one hundred steps, the Qing army's bows and arrows will not be able to function.
The marksmanship they were once proud of has now become useless.
The Horqin cavalry rushed past from both sides.
The war horse is so fast, it should be able to break up the formation of the National Defense Force, right?
However, two large formations, the 14th Regiment and the 15th Regiment, also came up.
Each regiment contains thousands of muskets, and the number of projectiles fired in one minute is denser than a rainstorm.
The clouds in the sky are thick enough, but the smoke rising from the ground is like dark clouds pressing over the city.
The smoke has not cleared, but the Mongolian cavalry on the battlefield has disappeared.
Not a single war horse or a single Mongolian cavalry rushed into the formation of the National Defense Forces.
This result is not surprising when there are so many more muskets than cavalry.
The Qing army... was in despair!
Even the cavalry can't charge through, so what can they do with infantry relying on only two legs?
Who can accept a battle where they know they will die?
One soldier suddenly threw down his weapon, turned around and ran away.
He doesn't want to die, he wants to live!
Suksaha slashed down with his sword and shouted in fear: "Those who run away from battle will die!"
Unfortunately, he is not yet a veteran and his reputation is limited.
His approach did not have much of a deterrent effect on the soldiers.
Being hacked to death by him is death, but being beaten to death by the National Defense Forces is not death.
Suksaha only has a knife in his hand, how many can he kill?
More and more Qing soldiers began to flee, quickly forming a torrent that trapped Suk Saha in it.
Suksaha tried desperately to stop it, but his strength was too weak.
In the end, in order not to be trampled to death, he could only flee with the infantry.
Seeing the collapse of the Qing army's main formation, Qi Jiaxuan quickly seized this opportunity.
"All troops attack!"
The Empire and the Manchu Qing Dynasty need to make a complete break.
Seeing that the attack failed, Dorgon staggered on his horse.
In the past, he thought that he was no worse than Huang Taiji, and he would definitely be able to achieve more brilliant achievements than Huang Taiji.
Now, what he is facing is the ashes of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.
Dorgon's mouth was bleeding, but he was in no mood to care.
He took out his visor and put it on his face. Then he slowly accelerated his horse and headed in the opposite direction towards the collapsed soldiers.
Since the Qing Dynasty was destined to fall, it was up to him to draw this sentence.
His personal soldiers, the elites of the two white flags, followed one after another, eventually converging into an unspectacular torrent.
The horse's hooves were soaring, as if Dorgon had regained the pleasure of being invincible on the battlefield.
He couldn't remember when his enthusiasm for the battlefield gradually dissipated, and he began to consider the gains and losses in cold blood.
This change made him the focus of one person and more than ten thousand people, but it also quickly consumed his heart, soul, and blood.
Now, he couldn't think about it so much, and he felt relaxed instead.
The royal flag of Prince Regent and Prince Rui fluttered in the wind on the battlefield, making a fierce sound, accompanying Dorgon rolling forward.
For a time, all the Qing troops were staring at this place.
This is the last faith of the Manchu people.
The National Defense Forces are like cold-blooded machines, and they don't care about the identity of the enemies coming towards them.
"Raise the gun!"
"Four hundred meters, shoot!"
Time and space seemed to slow down, and Dorgon could even see black bullets coming from the opposite side with shining sparks.
But the strange thing is that although it is very slow, he can't avoid it.
Although the bullet did not hit him, the screams of the rolling horses and the wailing soldiers around him could be clearly heard.
His pupils gradually became bloodshot, he pulled out his saber, and pointed at the formation of the National Defense Forces that gradually became clearer.
He is a warrior and he wants to fight!
On the opposite side, the soldiers who had fired in the first row retreated quickly, and the soldiers in the second row stepped forward.
The rotation of formations was completed in the blink of an eye, so fast that it was despairing.
The muzzles of countless black holes were pointed at the white horse running alone, as well as the lone knight on the horse.
