I will be the prince at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 135 Fierce Battle

In fact, the Tatars can’t be entirely blamed for sticking to the tactics of their ancestors, because their tactics were invincible against the Ming army, and they won a complete victory almost every time, but this time it was different.

They encountered Long Xiangwei with powerful firepower.

"Qiang..."

Gao Shun slowly drew out his waist knife, and under the night sky he shouted loudly like thunder: "Artillery, get ready... Musketeers, get ready..."

Four thousand musketeers stepped forward quickly, and the first row of one thousand soldiers knelt on one knee, raised their rifles, and aimed ahead.

The second row of [-] soldiers took a standing posture, "click" bullets loaded, and there were two rows of Ming soldiers behind them, ready to wait for the five bullets of the two rows of soldiers in front to be empty, and when the bullets were pressed into the magazine, they stepped forward to take over from them Carry out continuous fire output.

The Ming army had set up their shooting formation, and two thousand Mauser 98K rifles had been raised, and the dark muzzles were aimed at the Tartar cavalry who were slowly advancing ahead.

At this time, Gao Shun's roar sounded again: "Artillery, launch."

"Tom tom tom" following Gao Shun's voice, shells flew out of the gun barrel, hitting the Tartar cavalry in the distance.

"Boom, boom, boom" A shell fell on the galloping Tartar cavalry, and there was a violent explosion. The Tartar cavalry suddenly turned on their backs, and there was a tragic wail...

The Tazi cavalry were fearless of death, braved the intensive artillery fire of the Ming army, and rushed towards the waiting Ming army on the opposite side.

Amidst the deafening sound of horseshoes, the Tartar cavalry finally approached within a hundred feet.

At this moment, the Yanling Saber in Gao Shun's hand suddenly slashed down, and roared: "Rifleman, shoot."

"Bang bang bang..."

Following Gao Shun's order, a huge roar suddenly sounded in front of the Ming army, and the muzzles of two thousand Mauser 98K rifles spurted out dazzling flames at the same time.

The red flames flashed away, and the one or two hundred Tartar cavalry in the front seemed to hit an invisible wall, and fell off the galloping horses one after another...

A Tartar cavalry riding a horse and charging was directly hit in the chest by a 98mm pointed bullet fired by the Mauser 7.92K rifle of the Ming army. The hot lead bullet pierced the paper armor and passed through his chest.

His muscular body trembled suddenly, and then he fell headfirst from the horse's back. The war horse, which had lost its master, hissed sadly, turned around and fled.

Another Tartar cavalryman was shot in the head by a scorching bullet. The bullet entered through his forehead and exited through his head. He fell straight from his horse, his eyes wide open, and he was dying.

In front of the Ming army.

Gao Shun looked stern. When the five bullets in the hands of the first and second row of rifles ran out, the Yanling knife in his hand was raised and lowered, and at the same time, he shouted: "The second team comes forward and shoots."

The Ming Army riflemen in the last two rows neatly passed through the gap between the first two rows of soldiers. The first row got down on the ground, and the second row shot in line.

The soldiers of the Ming army who emptied the five bullets in the magazine began to press a new bridge clip containing five bullets into the magazine.

"Bang bang bang" rows of bullets poured mercilessly on the charging Tartar cavalry, and the Tartar cavalry fell off their horses and fell into a pool of blood under the dense rain of bullets from the Ming army's rifle team...

In this way, the first attack of the Tartar cavalry was easily repelled by the Ming army's musketeers.

The Tartars dropped more than 1000 corpses and two to three thousand wounded who fell to the ground and wailed in front of the Ming army.

When the leader of the Tartars fled back to the main formation with less than a thousand cavalry and remnants, Oboi couldn't believe his eyes. It took less than a stick of incense. There are only so few of the incomparable Eight Banners cavalry left, how can we fight this battle?
He stared at the leader in front of him with blood-red eyes and shouted: "Abutu, you bastard, how did you fight this battle?"

"My lord, the firepower of the Ming army's muskets is too dense, it's almost like raining, our warriors can't charge up at all!"

"If you can't get through from the front, you'll outflank it from the two wings." Aubai roared angrily, spraying Abu Tu's face with saliva.

"Listen to me, this time I will send you [-] cavalry, and you will attack from the left and right wings. If you can't get through this time, tear apart the formation of the Ming army, and you won't have to come back!"

"My lord?" Abutu said sadly, what else do you want to say?
Aobai stared, said: "If you don't want to go, do you want to violate the military order?"

Blocking what Abutu wanted to say in his throat, Abutu sighed, resolutely got on his horse, and commanded [-] cavalry to charge the Ming army from both wings.

Aobai's idea was very good, but he did not expect that the Ming army had 1 riflemen. When the Tartars split into two wings and prepared to attack, Zhang Liao had already seen through their tactics.

Immediately, [-] riflemen were sent out on each side of the flanks to face the Tartar cavalry. Not surprisingly, this time the Tartars left more corpses and wounded and retreated in embarrassment.

But this time, the Ming army did not wait for the Tartars to attack again, but took the initiative to attack. Five thousand riflemen lined up neatly and strode forward to attack the Tartars' army.

Zhang Liao led [-] cavalry in front of the formation, ready to deal the final blow to the Tartars at any time.

Five thousand riflemen lined up in five rows, one thousand in each team. They advanced one after another. When they were 150 feet away from the front of the Tartar formation, the first row of riflemen began to shoot.

"Bang bang bang" sounded like popping beans, and the Tartar soldiers standing in the front line were shot and killed one after another.

Wait for the bullets in their magazines to run out, the muzzle of the gun is facing down, and start loading the bullets.

The riflemen of the last four rows passed through the gap between the riflemen of the first row and walked in front of them. The riflemen of the second row became the first row at this time. When they were in position, they fired immediately.

Just like this, the five rows of soldiers pushed forward layer by layer, gunshots continued, and they pushed towards the Tartars.

Zhu Cixuan rode on the Dawan horse and smiled. He knew that there was no suspense in this battle, and the Tartars would definitely lose. Even with [-] Mauser riflemen, he could easily win against [-] Tartar cavalry.

What's more, the Tartar cavalry on the opposite side, Zhang Liao had told him just now, there were only about 6 cavalry and [-] infantry, a total of only [-] horses, and they were just stuffed between their teeth.

Obai looked at the Ming army musketeers who were approaching step by step, unscrupulously shooting and killing the warriors under his command one by one, his eyes were red, he drew out his scimitar and shouted: "Cannon in red, fire me, archer, shoot the arrow!" , Bangui, you lead me to push the grain truck to the front, so as to block the musketeers of the Ming army."

Following Oboi's order, the tartar's cannons in red began to be loaded with gunpowder and shells, and the archers raised their bows together, pointing their arrows obliquely at the sky, and the sound of dense bowstrings rang out.

"Om" the black arrows flew into the sky, shooting towards the direction of the Ming Army's riflemen.

"Puff puff puff..." Arrows turned into a perfect arc in the air, piercing in front of the rifleman of the Ming army, densely packed like harvested wheat fields, making it impossible to get down.

Yes, all the arrows of the Tartars hit the front of the Ming army's riflemen, and did not cause any damage to the riflemen.

Because the riflemen were more than 100 feet away from them, and the range of the Tartar bows and arrows could not reach that far.

Seeing this scene, Gao Shun shouted: "Rifleman, stop advancing and shoot where you are."

"Bang bang bang" the riflemen stopped advancing, stood in place and pulled the trigger on the Tartars in front of them. From time to time, Tartar soldiers were shot and fell down.

But the Tartars' bows and arrows couldn't hit them, it was a one-sided massacre.

"Boom, boom, boom" there were deafening loud noises one after another in the Tartar army, and immediately there were clusters of thick smoke rising from the Tartar army, and fireballs drew dazzling halos in the air, and finally brought With a shrill scream, it landed in the Ming army behind the riflemen.

Zhu Cixuan who was riding on the horse was taken aback, he immediately judged that it was a cannon in red!
The solid iron bullets blasted from the red cannon can travel several miles, but anyone hit by this thing, whether it is an arm, leg or head, will be smashed to pieces in an instant.

Fuck, I almost forgot that the Tartars had red cannons, so Zhu Cixuan used his inner strength of the Nine Suns and shouted to Cai Jiuyi, who commanded the artillery in the distance: "Cai Tongzhi, aim at the red cannons of the Tartars!" Fire the cannon and destroy their red cannon."

Zhu Cixuan's voice clearly reached Cai Jiuyi's ears over the battlefield where gunfire was rumbling and gunfire continued.

Cai Jiuyi's heart trembled. He never thought that the inner strength of the Prince's Hall was so deep that he could hear clearly even from such a distance on a noisy battlefield.

He immediately commanded the artillery, adjusted the firing range, aimed at the place where the thick smoke rose from the Tartar army, filled the gunpowder packs one by one, and then slid bullets into the gun bore from the front of the barrel and rammed them tightly.

"嗤嗤嗤" the exposed matchlock of the cannon was lit...

"Boom, boom, boom," a hundred explosive shells flew high into the sky, towards the position of the red-clothed cannon in the Tartar army.

Violent explosions sounded in the Tartar army, and the cannons in red were destroyed by the explosive bombs fired by the Ming army.

Then there was a loud noise in the Tartar army formation, and a black mushroom cloud rose up. With the mushroom cloud as the center, the surrounding Tartars were blown away by the terrifying air waves, dancing in the air, with strange postures.

It turned out that by accident, an explosive bullet hit the gunpowder pile in the open air of the Tartars, causing a martyrdom explosion, and all the shells of the surrounding Tartar soldiers and red cannons were blown away.

As the shells fell one by one, fewer and fewer shells were fired from the Tartar army. In the end, no more shells were fired from the Tartar army. Zhu Cixuan knew that the red cannons of the Tartars had been destroyed.

So he ordered Cai Jiuyi to shoot there when the Tartars were densely packed.

One after another shells landed among the Tazi soldiers, and soon the mutilated limbs and broken arms filled the Tazi army, and the smell of blood spread in the air.The Tazi's will to fight was destroyed little by little with the large number of casualties of his companions.

Finally, some Tartars couldn't stand such a bloody scene, turned around like crazy, and ran away like a domino.

(End of this chapter)