Haisheng Mingdi

Chapter 838 Long Live My Emperor
"Long live my emperor!"

On the west bank of the Kuer River, outside the city of Kuerka Lawusu, Chen Twelve raised his spear and wore a breastplate. He led a battalion of [-] cavalry cavalry as the forward of the Ming army, tearing through the defense line of the Junggar army for the troops.

The Kur River was called Heishui in the Tang Dynasty. In the Tang Dynasty, Heishui guards were set up here. At this time, there was a small town of Junggar people in Kulkarawusu, which was the logistics base of Damanas before. The city was very small. The Junggars did not stand alone in the city, but formed an array outside the city to meet the enemy.

"Long live my emperor!"

The Lancer battalion roared, each of them wearing a shiny breastplate and a gorgeous cloak on their back.

The black painted Zhangba spear is their signature equipment.

Chen Twelve, formerly a poor man in Yongcheng, Henan Province, made a living by harvesting wheat and carrying labor for others. He joined the Red Spear Club and became a Chinese military officer with the surname Zhu Zhongyi. One bid and two battalions of cavalry were awarded the rank of General Xuanwei from the top rank.

From Zhu Zhongyi's middle officer to the cavalry standard commander, there is still a big gap between the adjutant and the chief officer, all of which are due to his hard work.

At this time, as the standard commander, he personally led the Lancer Battalion to charge forward.

Junggar boasted that he was good at riding and shooting. If he wanted to fight with the Ming army outside the city, the Ming army would not show any weakness.

"The cuirassiers charged and broke through the formation, and the hussars slashed and pursued!"

There were quite a few cavalry in the imperial camp of the Ming army. At the beginning, a special cavalry unit was set up. Later, a large army town was established, and the cavalry artillery unit was incorporated into the town association, and a mixed formation at the association level was implemented to strengthen combat effectiveness.

Although the cavalry no longer formed an army alone, their combat effectiveness was still extremely strong.

There are not so many subdivisions of cavalry battalions in the past, mainly heavy cavalry and light cavalry. Heavy cavalry is equipped with breastplates, lances, and muskets. Called Dragoons, the distinction is no longer so obvious.

Light cavalry equipped with sabers, gunfire, and cotton armor are called hussars or hunting cavalry.

Although not so detailed, but still the elite of the army.

Shouts of long live the emperor rang out everywhere, and five hundred black lancers holding high the dragon flag galloped and charged, but there was an unstoppable momentum of galloping ten thousand horses.

Go forward.

On the wide and flat grassland, [-] riders are not many, and even seem a little thin. In front of them, they are more than ten times their number of horses.

The horse stepped on the ground.

Five hundred black lancers raised their lances, their breastplates were shiny, their cloaks were fluttering, and their dragon flags were fluttering.

They are tall and brave, they are all brave and good riders in the army, and almost every one of them is a veteran of more than five years. If they participate in the review, they will put on uniforms and medals, so every Lancer can have several medals on his chest. The medal is not an ordinary battle commemorative medal, it has to be a military medal.

Compared with this elite cavalry, the Junggars in front of them, although more than ten times the Ming army, were obviously far inferior in equipment.

The personnel are uneven, including old and young, men and women. It is said to be [-], but it is actually [-], but less than half are young and strong men.

They are also riding on horses, but only about one-third of them wear armor, and their weapons are even more varied, such as spears, sabers, meteor hammers, bones, axes, some with muskets, some with blunderbuss, and three The eye gun is a weapon that the Ming army has long since eliminated.

Facing the charge of the Ming cavalry, the Junggar leader chose to meet it.

The leader with a shaved head and braids on both sides drew out his saber and shouted loudly, and the Junggar soldiers behind him also shouted.

He clamped his horse's belly and moved forward bravely.

Numerous Junggar cavalry followed, and the horses galloped up, like a huge moving cloud, covering the sky and covering the earth.

The momentum of these eight thousand riders running was really amazing, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

The leader was so good at riding that he even stood on the saddle, raised his knife and shouted, and the Junggars behind him shouted and cheered, and the morale of the army was greatly boosted.

"Long live my emperor!"

Chen Twelve shouted again, the majestic General Xuanwei, naturally he would not jump on the horse like a juggler, nor would he not wear his helmet.

Compared with the Junggar cavalry who were galloping like a herd of wild horses, the 500 men and horses of the Lancer Battalion shot out like arrows, maintaining that formation, and the speed was controlled very uniformly.

This Lancer Battalion came from the Imperial Guard Battalion.

The elites in the Imperial Battalion, known as the Shangjun, are all elite and brave veterans. The cavalry in the imperial guards are treated well and their salaries are high. They are also very proud of themselves.

These Emperor Majesty's elites are one in a hundred.

No one can stop them.

No matter how many enemies there are, they can break through.

"Long live my emperor!"

The two armies approached.

The Lancer Battalion did not slow down at all, but broke out in a final accelerated charge.

Heavy cavalry wearing breastplates and even war horses wore armor. In this era of firearms, heavy cavalry has been on the verge of being eliminated, but it is still very good against the Junggars.

The Junggars who lack artillery and guns are at best light cavalry of nomadic tribes.

When the two guns collided, it was like a drop of water falling into a pot of hot oil, and it immediately boiled.

The Black Lancers march forward bravely.

Undiminished.

Chen Twelve even rushed forward under the guard of his own soldiers, hacking with guns and bayonets.

The Junggars wanted to swallow five hundred cavalry in one gulp. They shot with arrows and hacked with knives, but soon found that they could not stop the momentum of the cavalry, and the cavalry kept rushing forward.

It was like a red-hot knife piercing into the butter without any hindrance.

Kill me!

Some of the Black Spearmen kept falling, but none of the rest stopped.

The Junggars standing in front of them were knocked into the air and cut down. Some of them did not dare to be tough, so they had to avoid their sharp edge.

"Long live my emperor!"

A black lancer was stabbed in the waist by a spear, and his horse's hoof was also hooked. He calmly shouted long live the emperor, and even stabbed the enemy off the horse when he was dying.

"See you at the Martyr's Shrine, the green blood will last forever, and the noble spirit will last forever!"

Another Junggar rode his horse to kill him, pierced his neck with a gun, and ended him.

But the soldier was fearless until death.

Every soldier in the Imperial Battalion expected that this day might come. They were mentally prepared every time they went into battle. Most importantly, they knew that the emperor would not disappoint their sacrifices. Their parents, wives and children would be guaranteed. The six monthly salaries saved will be paid to their families at one time, as well as pension money and funeral expenses.

At least worry-free.

The family still has some land, so they are not afraid of death.

Not far from the battlefield.

Several Ming generals were calmly observing the battlefield. The Lancer Battalion was like a sharp knife and a hammer. They were able to break the formation and move forward indomitably, but they could not be relied on alone.

"It's time for the hussars to take over."

The Lancers had already brought over [-] Junggars, and the formation of the Junggars was a little messed up.

It's time for the light cavalry, mainly with sabers and muskets, to go into battle.

The Lancers charged and broke through the formation, and the Hussars followed up and hacked.

Then the infantry took over.

Fighting must be methodical, not swarming.

"Chen Twelve deserves to be a hero from the Red Spear Club. He is indeed tough."

500 people rushing to [-], and they can still be so sharp, this general is indeed brave.

"That's registered with His Majesty, so it's not ordinary. Look at his age, his background, he is now General Xuanwei, and he is also the standard cavalry officer of the Imperial Army. Can this be an ordinary person?"

Several generals are very confident about the situation of the battle. This time the imperial battalion personally dispatched to fight Wusu, so they came prepared.Everything is under control, and I still have time to comment on Chen Twelve.

"This guy fights a war. Leading cavalry to charge is like cutting wheat. His movements are neat and smooth."

These few are all generals of the Forbidden Army, and they are all Conglong Yuanxun. They have high seniority and meritorious service, and their official ranks are also high. The one on the top of the mountain was from a local regiment in Henan, no comparison to them, but now he can also achieve the cavalry standard in the imperial army, and the fourth-rank general Xuanwei is naturally not taking it easy.

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Zhao Xiaolou checked the fire gun again. This poor family in the mountainous area of ​​Yanzhou in eastern Zhejiang has now become an outstanding officer, the commander of the infantry battalion of the imperial army, and a general from the fifth rank.

"Follow the drum and run forward!"

As the battalion commander now, he has more than [-] people under his command. He is no longer the timid person he was when he first joined the barracks as an auxiliary soldier, nor the nervousness he was when he first joined the Shence Army as a soldier. The bloody battle, the battle of Nanyang and many other wars, this young man has become a general.

He was promoted to the commander of the infantry and musket battalion by virtue of his military exploits, and he was still the Imperial Battalion Imperial Army. He directly crossed the boundary of the sixth rank and became a fifth rank general.

A lieutenant of the eighth or ninth rank, a school of the sixth or seventh rank, and only the fifth rank is a general, which can be regarded as an official middle-level military officer.

Now the monthly salary, camp fee, subsidy, salary, etc. add up to be very rich. The monthly salary alone is 50 yuan per month, and the addition of subsidies is also quite a lot. Now he can get more than 2000 yuan a year.

It's all done with one shot at a time.

Shouting to kill Zhentian on the battlefield, but Zhao Xiaolou was already very calm. He rode a horse and commanded the soldiers of the battalion to advance with the other infantry battalions, giving orders from time to time, very mighty like a general.

The Lancers tore through the enemy line, and two battalions of hussars followed, further confusing the Junggars, and more infantry joined the fray.

Although they were facing nearly ten thousand cavalry, the infantrymen of the imperial army were not afraid at all. Hollow phalanxes were formed on the battlefield, and the musketeers stood facing outward, firing in rows.

In each phalanx, there are also battalion cannons, which also show off their power from time to time.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air everywhere.

The Lancer Battalion repeatedly charged, and then turned around and charged again, like plowing the ground.The hussars came and went like the wind, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, constantly scattered and killed the Junggar cavalry.

The infantry formed a hollow formation, moving forward slowly while firing.

Although there are a lot of Junggars, under the coordination of cavalry and guns and the sharp firearms, they have not been able to exert their superiority in numbers. Instead, they are running around like headless chickens.

Standing in the formation, Zhao Xiaolou calmly issued one order after another, without even picking up his firecracker to join in the shooting. He is already a fifth-rank general, and there is no need for him to shoot unless the formation collapses.

He was in the middle of the battlefield, and although he could only see a nearby area, he could clearly feel that the Junggars were really vulnerable when facing the elite imperial guards of the Ming Dynasty.Thinking back to when their Shence Army blocked the Eight Banners in Zhangqiu, Jinan, Shandong, that battle was a difficult one, with heavy casualties and desperate fights.

But now, the Junggars hardly caused them too many casualties. Only a few people fell in the hollow infantry formation where he was.

The Junggars didn't even have the courage to charge into their formation, they only dared to roar past, shoot a few arrows or throw a few spears and hatchets, but they were often knocked down by the platoon guns as soon as they approached.

"Long live my emperor!"

Zhao Xiaolou couldn't help raising his arms and shouting after watching the musketeers shoot down another group of Junggars approaching.

"Long live my emperor!"

Cheers continued to ring out on the battlefield, and the victory was decided.

(End of this chapter)