Eighth year of Chongzhen

Chapter 411
"Ming army in the west? What kind of flag is it flying? How many firearms are there? Infantry or cavalry? Where did it come from? How far is it from our army?"

The sentry cavalry's report made Abate's relaxed mood become heavy again.

The tens of thousands of Ming troops in front of him gave me a huge headache. If there were another ten thousand Ming troops with the same equipment, I might not be able to resist them.

The intention of the [-] Ming troops was obvious, that was to break through their defense line and reinforce the Ming troops defending the food-heavy areas, so that the Eight Banners soldiers who had come from afar came home in vain.

"Back to Lord Baylor, the flag of the Ming army in the west is Qin, there is about a battalion of musketeers, and dozens of small cannons. Except for more than a hundred scouts, there is no large cavalry team! This Ming army came out from the south gate of Ningyuan City. The brigade It has already bypassed the trench, and it is less than ten miles away from our army! However,,,, "

"But what!? Tell me quickly!"

When he heard that the newly arrived Ming army did not have many weapons, and there were no cannons or cavalry, Abate felt a little more relaxed.

"From the perspective of the weapons used by the Ming army in the west, they are not much different from the white-armed soldiers in the Battle of Hunhe many years ago!"

"What? White soldiers?! Did you see clearly?"

Hearing the sentry cavalry's report, Abate raised his eyebrows, his heart skipped a beat, his already heavy heart suddenly felt flustered for no reason, and his complexion turned blue.

The bloody battle on the Hun River 22 years ago came to mind again.

Abatai, who was under [-] years ago, witnessed the tenacious will and super bravery of the white soldiers, and now he still has lingering fears in retrospect.

Just when the tens of thousands of Ming troops were killed and collapsed and fled, and the Eight Banners force was full of power and prestige, the army that everyone feared death appeared in front of the Eight Banners soldiers.

Under the fierce fire of the Eight Banners artillery, thousands of white-armed soldiers bravely crossed the river without any long-range fire cover. fight.

As usual, the Eight Banners dispatched archers and elite soldiers in heavy armor to challenge the white-armed soldiers head-on, but unexpectedly, they suffered a large number of casualties from the spears with hooks on the tip.

Five hundred elite soldiers, including dozens of white-armored soldiers, were killed by the white-armed soldiers.

The white-armed soldiers used the hooks on the spears to hook the Eight Banners soldiers who were not close to the ground, and then dragged them directly. After a few sharp spears were stabbed, several big holes were poked out in the thick armor. Strong personal martial arts cannot be displayed.

Seeing that the white pole soldiers were so powerful, the Eight Banners soldiers changed their tactics and launched a siege by taking advantage of their huge numbers.

The white-armed soldiers on the outer layers were all wearing heavy armor weighing dozens of kilograms, and the heavy arrows of the Eight Banners were helpless, so they had no choice but to adopt the wheel tactics. The formation of the white soldiers was broken only after the casualties.

The battle lasted from morning to afternoon, and the white soldiers finally retreated when they were exhausted. The white soldiers who stayed behind to cover fought with all their strength, and finally hundreds of people crossed the Hun River and returned to the safe zone. , and the thousands of white-armed soldiers of the Eight Banners who fought fiercely for a day were finally wiped out.

This battle finally made the ever-invincible Eight Banners Army know that there were such brave soldiers in the Ming Army, and they were terrified for a long time.

Seeing the figure of the sentinel riding away on his horse, Abateqiang calmed down and pondered for a while, then ordered the messenger sent by Yuetuo: "Go and report to Prince Cheng, there is a large Ming army in Ningyuan City, if you We have drawn too many troops from our army, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to resist the attack of the Ming army! Now we can only send [-] cavalry to go, and after our army repels the Ming army, we will send troops to the camp!"

After the messenger left, Abatai ordered Gerilan to dispatch [-] cavalry to Yuetuo immediately to take orders, then withdrew the two-winged cavalry monitoring the Ming army to rest and eat, and sent [-] cavalry who were not in battle to the west. In front of them, they harassed and monitored the white soldiers, looking for opportunities to kill them.

Then he ordered again to mobilize the packers to dig soil and build walls on the west and south sides of the original camp to strengthen the fortifications, and prepare to retreat into the camp for defense when things go wrong, and block the two thousand Ming troops in Ningyuan City In addition, it prevents them from reinforcing the Ming army in the food and grass area.

The remaining thousands of cavalry were divided into several teams, and they used this wide terrain to roam and gallop to harass the [-] Ming troops.

Right now, these are the only countermeasures he can think of temporarily, and he only hopes that Yuetuo will achieve the ideal result as soon as possible.

On the front there are nearly Wanming troops with sharp weapons, and on the west there are white-armed soldiers who make the Eight Banners soldiers fear. This is probably the most difficult battle they have encountered since the founding of the Qing Dynasty.

"Ma'am! There are cavalry from Jiannu brigade a few miles ahead, there must be more than [-] cavalry!"

A scout horse galloped to Qin Liangyu who was riding on the horse, got off the horse and knelt down on one knee to report.

"Understood! Order the front army to slow down, the crossbowmen to keep up, meet the enemy and wait for the opportunity to shoot! The two wings are tightened to the middle!"

Tanma received the order, got up quickly, trotted to the front of the horse, moved the saddle and accepted the stool, turned the horse's head and galloped away.

Qin Liangyu, who is over sixty years old, is still tall and straight, with an iron helmet weighing ten catties on his head. Two long pheasant feathers on the helmet are swaying in the wind. The tiger-skin combat boots on are one size bigger than ordinary men.

"My lord! The child wants to go to the army to investigate the enemy's situation, and I hope for mother's permission! Since the sixth year of Chongzhen, the child has not fought against Jiannu for five years, and now he is fighting fiercely with Jiannu outside the pass. I only hope for more Kill the enemy bandits and avenge the uncle and the second uncle!"

Ma Xianglin, who was a horse behind Qin Liangyu, slammed his legs on the horse's belly, and after the horse took a small step to catch up with Qin Liangyu in front, Ma Xianglin clasped his hands and reported on the horse.

Qin Liangyu looked sideways at his majestic, handsome and steady son, whose left eye was blindfolded, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.

Since the first year of the Apocalypse, Aiko has followed him and led the white-armed soldiers to aid Liaodong, and Aiko has led the army to fight more than a hundred times with Jiannu, She Chongming rebels, and domestic thieves. The prestige among the pole soldiers has always been respected by the soldiers, and he has the reputation of a one-eyed horse.

"Let's go, let's replace Zuo Ming. After all, he has never fought against Jiannu before. If he doesn't know the details, he may suffer a disadvantage. If the enemy is powerful, my son must not rush forward blindly!"

Qin Liangyu looked at Ma Xianglin with loving eyes, and didn't give any more instructions.

The son of both civil and military skills has been battle-hardened and brave. If he hadn't been shot by Jiannu in the first year of the weather, then the reputation of the military neutron dragon and the silver-spear pony Ma Chao would not have become a one-eyed horse.

"Baby take orders!"

Ma Xianglin, who was dressed in black mail, saluted his mother, and galloped forward with more than ten soldiers.

It was Qin Liangyu's nephew Qin Zuoming who led the 2000 men as the vanguard. After receiving Qin Liangyu's order, he immediately ordered the whole army to slow down and wait for the infantry two miles away to catch up.

There was a chaotic sound of horseshoes from behind, and after a while, Ma Xianglin rode up to catch up.

"Third brother! My younger brother will take over from you! You should go back to the Chinese army and wait for orders!"

Seeing Ma Xianglin coming from the Chinese army, Qin Zuoming knew that his fifth younger brother was eager for skills, and he laughed with his easy-going personality; "Fifth younger brother, there are Jiannu cavalry on the opposite side, so don't rush too far! I will go back first for my brother!"

"Third brother, don't worry! Little brother is a reckless person!"

Qin Zuoming didn't say any more, and said goodbye to Ma Xianglin with a smile, and rushed to the Chinese army with a few personal soldiers.

After Qin Zuoming left, Ma Xianglin led his own soldiers on horseback and came to the front of the team to wait and see.

More than a hundred paces ahead, dozens of Qing soldiers galloped back and forth, looking at the formation of the white soldiers unscrupulously, and several even rode their horses to meet the white soldiers.

Relying on their skillful riding skills, these Mongolian Eight Banners cavalrymen ran fifty or sixty steps away from Ma Xianglin and began to perform equestrian provocatively.

Either hiding in the stirrups, or standing on the back of a galloping and bumpy horse, or shooting arrows at Ma Xianglin and others from a galloping horse with a soft riding bow, the Qing cavalry not far away laughed. Seeing these people making a fuss, they cheered and cursed from time to time.

Ma Xianglin looked at these Qing soldiers calmly, feeling the changes in wind speed and direction.

Then he stretched out his hand and slowly took off the strong bow with the strength of one stone and two stones straddling his back, and then drew out a long three-edged arrow from the quiver and put it on the string. The arrow went like a shooting star, and the long arrow flew towards the Qing army nearly sixty steps away with a gust of wind like lightning.

The Qing soldier standing on the horse saw Ma Xianglin drawing his arrow and drawing his bow, but before he had time to react, the whistling three-edged arrow shot out from his eye socket, and his body was also taken away from the running horse by the huge impact. The war horse fell straight to the ground.

　Thanks to the book friends for the carefree K book, I am the reward for my support.

　　
　
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