My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 118 My son's courage is invincible

According to the regular firearms combat process, the long-range artillery fires first before the two sides make contact, damaging the enemy's morale and killing the enemy's vital forces.

But the old man did not make such a choice.

If the opponents are all infantry, there is no doubt about choosing this tactic.

But the opponents were all cavalry, and the old man was worried that if the artillery fired from this side, the opponent would be taken aback, and after some casualties, he turned around and ran away.

On this unobstructed grassland, if the enemy ran away in disorder, the Ming army, mainly infantry, would not be able to catch up.

The purpose of the old man's visit this time was not to repel Mahamu, but to completely annihilate the only viable force in the grassland.

So he would rather risk the pressure of the opponent's cavalry charging ahead, but also hide the artillery.

Once the battle starts, you can't retreat if you want to, and the old man will not let them escape.

Therefore, in order to completely wipe out the power of Mahamu, and for the sake of peace in the next few decades of Ming Dynasty, the old man has already made some sacrifices as a forward.

Following the command of Liu Sheng, the commander of the whole army, the soldiers of the first platoon of Shenji Battalion who had been on standby for a long time pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

Gunshots rang out intensively, and marbles flew out of the barrel under the propelled gunpowder, and rushed towards the Oirat cavalry rushing towards the opposite side.

The sudden sound of gunfire stunned the cavalry on the opposite side, but before they could react, a dense rain of bullets rushed towards them.

Some of the empty horses who were driven ahead to charge into the battle burst out bloody flowers, and fell to the ground wailing.

Those who couldn't dodge in the back tripped over the fallen horses in front and fell to the ground.

"Row 2, open fire!"

After the first row of soldiers finished shooting, they immediately ran sideways from the comrades behind them to the end, and began to quickly load ammunition.

The soldiers in the second row stepped forward without hesitation, raised their rifles, and pulled the trigger under the command of the officer.

"Bang bang bang..."

Wala's side had just stabilized the riot, the team ran less than 10 steps, and the second row of bullets rushed head-on.

As the first row of empty horses was knocked down, the Wala soldiers faced the Shenji Battalion directly.

The Shenji Battalion has not only changed its outfit, but also expanded its personnel.

Not counting other arms, there are nearly [-] musketeers alone.

Liu Sheng listed the nearly ten thousand musketeers into 4 platoons. Except for the last platoon as an alternate, the other three platoons joined the battle.

There are more than 2000 people in each row, and a round of volleys is fired, excluding those who are missed, or those who are not fired due to a problem with the flint, at least seven or eight hundred ammunition hit the opposite side.

The first row of shots hit the empty horse and did not make any contribution, while the second row of shots directly faced the enemy.

Coupled with the closer distance between the two sides, the power of the guns has increased a lot.

Only the second platoon fired one round, and the opposite side was either killed or injured, and due to chaotic reasons such as falling horses, no less than 2 people lost their combat effectiveness.

After the second row finished shooting, they, like their comrades in the first row, turned around and left a space for the third row.

The gunmen in the third row stepped forward quickly and aimed directly at the opposite side without the command of the officer.

"Fire!"

The enemy was getting closer and closer, and the officer's voice became much sharper.

A new round of gunfire sounded again, the distance was closer, and the lethality of the bullets was a bit stronger.

In this round of shooting, no less than a thousand horses fell on the opposite side.

And when the 3rd platoon finished shooting, the 1st platoon gunner who started shooting also finished loading the ammunition.

They quickly stepped forward to replace the comrades in the third row. Under the command of the officer, they almost pressed the trigger against the face of the Oirats.

At the same time, the rear artillery was finally no longer hidden.

Following Liu Sheng's order, 55 artillery pieces roared.

An iron ball flew over the Ming army's head, and smashed into the dense Oala cavalry group.

The iron ball propelled by the gunpowder explosion has a powerful lethality. Wherever it passes along the way, it is fatal or injured, and the stumped limbs, arms and internal organs are scattered after the iron ball passes.

In order to increase the lethality of the cavalry charge, the formation is also very dense.

Although this relatively dense formation brought a strong impact, it also brought a good target to the flying iron ball.

A shell smashed into the cavalry group, and could easily harvest a few lives.

"Shotgun Battalion, get ready!"

Although they suffered a huge amount of damage, but still the same sentence, the charging cavalry could not be stopped just by stopping.

The Wala cavalry looked at the Ming army that was getting closer and closer, and resisted the rain of bullets pouring from the opposite side. Some drew their bows and arrows, and some roared and raised their weapons, ready to attack.

However, just when they showed ferocity on their faces, they were about to rush into the Ming army formation and kill them.

Shenji Battalion, who was shooting at them, suddenly took a few steps back.

At first they thought they were intimidated by their aura.

However, before the excited expressions appeared on their faces, a group of soldiers suddenly pushed some relatively short cannons and aimed at them who were rushing over.

And beside these cannons, there are soldiers carrying wooden barrels, and behind these soldiers is a wrestler holding a torch.

"what is that!"

An Oirat cavalryman raised his bow and arrow, looked at the strange thing opposite, and was confused for a moment.

"fire!"

When the distance between the two sides was less than 10 steps and the enemy cavalry was about to charge over, the commanding officer roared.

The gunner standing next to the small cannon put the torch in his hand to the cannon without hesitation.

"Boom...boom..."

20 small cannons loaded with shotguns fired at the same time. This kind of artillery specially designed for close-range killing has a short range, but its lethality is absolutely terrifying.

The shells specially developed for this kind of artillery are filled with hundreds of steel balls in each round.

As the gunpowder is ignited, hundreds of steel balls will be thrown forward within 30 steps in the form of a fan in an instant.

The horizontal distance covered by one cannon can reach more than a dozen steps, and more than 20 cannons are scattered, forming a rainstorm of steel balls directly in front of the Oirat cavalry.

Where the steel ball rainstorm passed, people and horses were smashed, and the powerful power even made the charging Oala cavalry formation come to a sudden stop.

In fact, not to mention the Oirat cavalry on the opposite side, even the Ming army did not expect that these 20 small cannons would cause such a huge damage.

After the 20 cannons fired, the entire battlefield was silent for a moment.

"Swarm, let go!"

However, it was only for a moment, roaring and shouting, resounding through the battlefield again.

"it is good!"

The old man who observed the entire battlefield, saw the performance of Shenjiying, he hammered the handrail in front of him fiercely, and shouted good.

After these rounds of blows, the momentum of the Oirat cavalry's charge has dropped to freezing point.

The attack can still be launched now, it is completely sustained by that one breath, or the rear did not give an order to retreat.

Knowing that the time had come, the old man yelled directly at the messengers beside him: "Order the cavalry on the left and right flanks to attack, and let me disturb him. Today I will kill him completely."

"Woooooooo..."

Following the old man's loud roar, the horn player blew his horn and gave the order to attack.

Zhu Gaoyu, who had been on standby for a long time, heard the horn from the Chinese army, looked at the waving banner, picked up the spear hanging on the saddle, and shot it into the sky.

"kill!"

There is no pre-war mobilization, no passionate speeches, just a kill word, it means everything.

The cavalry behind Zhu Gaoyu heard Zhu Gaoyu shouting the word kill, and for some reason, the blood in his whole body boiled instantly.

Experienced veteran cavalry understands that this is the charm of a veteran on the battlefield.

They don't need verbal incentives, and they don't need to promise military rewards.

Only their own murderous spirit and brilliant record can bring infinite confidence to soldiers.

Although Zhu Gaoyu had never led this cavalry, his prestige was spread in the Ming army.

Using thousands of horses to block the enemy's tens of thousands of desperate counterattacks, with the body of a mortal, beheading thousands of enemies in one battle, the corpses piled up several feet high, and what's even more miraculous is that I was unscathed.

When hearing this rumor, many people did not believe it.

But as the saying goes, there are no waves without wind.

If this His Royal Highness Yue Wang did not have strong strength, there would not be such rumors.

During the march, they didn't feel anything special about His Highness.

However, at the moment when the battle broke out, a shocking murderous aura suddenly emerged from this His Highness.

People who have never been on the battlefield think that murderous aura is just a legendary existence.

But those veterans who have actually been on the battlefield and killed countless people will definitely tell you that the murderous intent is real.

As the battle became more and more tense, the murderous aura emanating from this highness became stronger and stronger, and some people even had hallucinations before their eyes.

In their eyes, Zhu Gaoyu exuded a strong blood energy, and in that blood energy, the dead souls were howling in pain.

And when everyone was shocked by the murderous aura, the word "kill" in Zhu Gaoyu's mouth instantly infected the whole army with the murderous aura on his body, making all the soldiers forget their fear in an instant, and there was only infinite fighting will in their hearts.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

As the cavalry marched slowly, the eyes of the cavalry became more and more determined, and the killing words they shouted were even more shocking.

Every time he shouted to kill, the momentum of the cavalry corps increased by one point.

When the last kill word roared out, the morale of the entire legion reached its peak.

"Whose general is this, so brave?"

The powerful deterrence of the cavalry corps even attracted Mahamu, who commanded the battle.

When he saw the cavalry corps, whose morale was like a rainbow, rumbling forward, he was shocked by their astonishing momentum and took a breath of cold air.

"It's the Zhu Ziqi!"

"Could it be that Zhu Di made the move himself!"

A general next to him couldn't help guessing when he saw the Zhu character battle flag flying high in the front of the cavalry regiment.

"Impossible. Although Zhu Di is brave, he is not enough to do that. Moreover, the commander-in-chief flag of the Chinese army has not moved, so it must not be him."

Mahamu shook his head without hesitation.

But who it was, he didn't care anymore, because this cavalry regiment was rushing fiercely towards the Dariba tribe.

"Damn it, tell Daliba to avoid it, he is no match for this cavalryman."

Mahamu roared anxiously, he didn't care about avoiding it now, whether it would affect the morale of the army's attack.

This cavalry is too powerful, let alone being attacked from the side, it is a head-on confrontation. With the same strength, Mahamu has no confidence in defeating the opponent, let alone Taliba, a reckless man.

But his order was one step too late.

Before the order from his side was delivered, the cavalry regiment led by Zhu Gaoyu, who set out from the left wing, slammed into the Dariba Department fiercely.

The entire cavalry regiment, like a red-hot bayonet piercing butter, tore its line in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Gaoyu, who was riding the bloody BMW and charged at the forefront, became the sharpest point of the bayonet, and no one could beat him wherever he passed.

The spear weighing more than 30 kilograms in his hand turned into a harvester of life, killing people and horses wherever he went.

"Hahaha, good!"

Mahamu jumped anxiously, but the old man laughed happily.

Looking at the Zhu Zhanqi charging wildly in the enemy's formation, I wish I could drive a horse and charge to kill it myself.

It's just that this idea can only be thought about, now is the time to defeat the enemy, he doesn't want to miss it, let the enemy have a chance to breathe.

"Order the Fifth Army Battalion to entangle the enemy!"

"Order the [-] Battalion on the right wing to speed up the attack, and tell Zhu Gaoxu to let an old man go and kill him!"

"Order the Shenji Battalion to increase the firepower and attack me hard!"

The old man was high-spirited, and looked at the entire battlefield with his hands pinched on his waist, his eyes full of heroism.

Especially when he saw the unstoppable Zhu Zhanqi rushing wildly in the crowd of enemies, he couldn't help showing it off to Zheng Heng, Marquis of Wu'an next to him.

"My son's courage is unrivaled in the world!"

Marquis Zheng Heng of Wu'an, who was assisting in the command, took a look at this and saw that the cavalry team led by King Yue, who had completely disrupted the enemy's line, couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

"Your Highness is courageous, resourceful, and unstoppable. Not to mention I am a master, there are not many generals who can compare with Your Highness from ancient times to the present."

In front of the father, praising his son is more effective for the father than praising him.

Hearing the praise from Marquis Zheng Heng of Wu'an, the old man laughed out loud with pride.

The old man laughed happily, but Mahamu on the opposite side jumped anxiously.

As the two cavalrymen of Ming Dynasty joined the battle, the situation on the battlefield deteriorated rapidly in an instant.

Originally, there was still a stalemate between the two sides, but as the cavalry of the Ming army joined the battlefield, the situation on one's own side declined rapidly.

The cavalry corps led by Zhu Gaoyu turned into a cutting knife, cutting Oala's offensive formation to pieces.

What's even more unfortunate is that under the obstruction of the Daming Shenji Battalion, the momentum of the Oala cavalry's attack was completely suppressed, and the force of the cavalry's charge was completely reduced. From the beginning of the charge, it became a face-to-face shooting.

The cavalry relies on charging and long-range lobbing. Once the power and distance of charging are lost, the combat power of the cavalry is not even as good as that of the infantry.

The rear is chaotic, the front can't get in, and defeat is in sight.

"Teacher, withdraw, if this continues, our tribe will be wiped out."

The general next to Mahamu, seeing that the situation was so urgent, and Mahamu hadn't given the order to retreat, jumped up in a hurry, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, disregarding military discipline, and shouted for Mahamu to retreat.

"Go away, I won't lose, I won't lose."

Mahamu's eyes were already red, he kicked and pulled him, and shouted to the retreating generals that they would draw their swords and lead the troops to rush down to relieve the immediate danger.

"Father, don't go crazy. Retreat now. At worst, we will make a comeback in the future. But if everyone in the tribe dies here, then we will have no chance at all."

Mahamu's son, Tuohuan, grabbed Mahamu and shook Mahamu vigorously, trying to wake him up.

"roll!"

But at this moment, Mahamu, who had already lost his eyes, raised his foot and kicked Tuo Huan again, and was about to get on his horse.

"Father."

With a roar, Tuo Huan got up from the ground, drew out his scimitar, and slashed fiercely at the neck of Mahamu's horse.

Following the whine of the horse, he fell heavily to the ground with Mahamu on his body.

"Father, retreat for the sake of the tribe!"

Tuohuan hugged Mahamu and prayed loudly in his ear.

Mahamu stared blankly at the felled horse, listened to his son's loud narration in his ear, fell silent for a long time, and patted his son's back heavily.

Then stood up with the support of everyone, looked at the Oirat cavalry below who were on the verge of collapse, fell silent for a moment, and ordered: "Order all the ministries to disperse and retreat!"

He finally chose to retreat.

This fiasco completely woke up his proud heart, and it also made him understand that Daming at this time is not the weak Song Dynasty before, who can be easily bullied with a few scimitars and a few horses.

But he will not stop there, he has remembered the humiliation today.

He swears to Changshengtian that he will take revenge. If he can't finish it, he will have a son, and if his son can't finish it, he will have a grandson. He must make Daming pay a heavy price for today.

"Woooooooo..."

The desolate retreat horn sounded throughout the battlefield.

The Oirat cavalry, who were already on the verge of collapse, heard the retreat order sounded, left the fighting enemy directly, pulled the horse and turned around and ran away.

At the same time, the old man who heard the enemy's retreat horn sneered.

"You can fight if you want, and you can run if you want. What are you doing?"

After finishing speaking, he ordered loudly: "Order the cavalry army to pursue, and the main army to stand by!"

Killing and killing, there was no enemy in sight, Zhu Gaoyu was about to lead the cavalry, turn around and kill again, when he suddenly saw the Oirat cavalry scattered and fled in all directions.

"Command, pursue with a team of hundreds of households!"

When he heard the order from the Chinese army to pursue, Zhu Gaoyu broke it up into parts without hesitation, and let the various parts disperse the pursuit.

The cavalrymen, who were very happy to kill, were not addicted to it. When they heard Zhu Gaoyu's order to pursue them, they let out strange roars of excitement, and followed their respective hundred households to pursue the fleeing enemies.

These are all military merits, one more cut can make more money, but no one will think that they have too much money.

Zhu Gaoyu did not go back to the central army, but glanced at where Zhu Zhanji was, and saw many Oirat cavalry fleeing there, with a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, he led the guards around him to the direction where Mahamu was escaping chase after.

On the other side, Zhu Zhanji was ordered not to run around by the old man from the beginning of the battle.

Not daring to disobey him, he could only follow his servant Li Qian and watch the entire battlefield from a distance.

The strength of the Shenji Camp made him feel hot in his heart.

To be honest, if possible, he would like to take the command of this army from his grandfather.

It's a pity that Shenjiying is the old man's heart, not to mention his grandson, probably even the most beloved fourth uncle will not come down.

Then Zhu Gaoyu led the cavalry to charge ferociously, and the bravery that caused chaos to the enemy made his blood boil even more.

In the past, he just heard from his father that the fourth uncle's ability is unmatched in the current Ming Dynasty.

He still couldn't believe it, thinking that his father was lying to him.

But seeing it with his own eyes now, he is completely convinced.

It turned out that the fourth uncle was really so fierce, and at the same time, he also had a little worry in his heart.

If the fourth uncle refuses to accept his father and makes a scene in the future, who can stop him from crossing the river like a raptor.

"Your Highness, the enemy has been defeated!"

Seeing the complete collapse of the enemy, Li Qian, the servant who accompanied Zhu Zhanji, couldn't help but waved his fist excitedly.

Then when he heard the pursuit order from the Chinese army, he couldn't hold back his agitated heart any longer, and said to Zhu Zhanji, "Your Highness, wait here a moment. I'll go chase the enemy and chop off some heads."

After finishing speaking, before Zhu Zhanji could answer, he led a team of cavalry to kill the fleeing Wala cavalry.

Seeing that even Li Qian, the servant, rushed up, Zhu Zhanji felt very itchy.

He looked at the old man's position in the middle army, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and decided to go up to experience the battlefield as well.

In his mind, the enemy has completely collapsed at this time, and there is no ability to resist at all.

When he came to the battlefield, he didn't want to just put on a show and go back. If he didn't chop off a few heads and go back, how could he claim to be a general who had been on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, he raised his spear and shouted: "The morale of the enemy has collapsed, all the soldiers follow me to kill the enemy."

After speaking, without waiting for the soldiers protecting him to react, he rushed into the battlefield on his horse.

(End of this chapter)