The most reckless man in the Ming Dynasty.

Chapter 401 Bloody Massacre!
You can't win a battle with firearms alone!
Unless firearms undergo another quantum leap in quality and possess terrifying destructive power that can destroy everything!

This time, the muskets and artillery only fired several times in succession, and the Mongolian cavalry crossed a not-so-long distance and crashed into the barricades, wooden stakes, trenches, and wooden carriages that were used as obstacles in front of the battle...

It seemed that the charging Mongolian cavalry suffered heavy casualties.

But in fact, even though firearms have existed for a long time in this era, cavalry is still the king of the battlefield, without any dispute.

Previously, Zhongshan Hou Tang Hao led 10,000 elite soldiers to massacre the entire Liaodong, Liaoxi, Daning, Kaiping and other areas. He seemed unstoppable and had unparalleled combat power.

But the family members know their own business. The barbarian tribes in these places, including the Jurchen tribes, were all caught in a hurry to fight and had never seen the Ming army's sharp firearms and artillery, so they were caught off guard!
However, the situation was completely different this time. Not only had the left wing of Mongolia been prepared to face firearms, but they also had hundreds of tiger squat cannons purchased from the Ming army in Hetao.

If An Guo had not been smart enough to trick Dayan Khan Batu Mongke, causing their tiger squat cannon to misfire due to lack of gunpowder, then the outcome of this battle would be hard to say!
The Ming army simply had the advantage of terrain and advance preparation. If they were to fight hastily during the march, the cavalry's charge and horse archery would be the most terrifying aspect of the cavalry!
On the battlefield, facing the endless firearms attack of the Ming army, Dayan Khan Batu Mongke made a wise choice. Auxiliary soldiers pushed improvised shield carts onto the battlefield. These shield carts were made of iron plates inside and cowhide and other leathers outside, which were enough to withstand some attacks from lead and stone bullets!

The knights on the left wing learned their lesson and hid behind the shield carts and advanced slowly. Their archery skills were top-notch, and their arrows were accurate and fierce, specifically shooting at the face and neck. Even with the protection of armor, the Ming army soldiers suffered continuous casualties, and the lethality was comparable to that of the Rumi gun.

The left wing of Mongolia took this opportunity to regroup.

Seeing this situation, Tang Hao was not idle either.

Among the Beijing army's combat troops, the most elite and most luxuriously equipped Tiger and Leopard Battalion officially took to the battlefield.

As the personal army directly under Zhongshan Marquis Tang Hao, the Tiger and Leopard Battalion has followed Tang Hao in his battles over the years. It has been slowly tempered into an iron army through fighting on the battlefield, and its lethality is the highest among all the troops in Beijing!

After a long period of fighting, the Tiger and Leopard Battalion suffered heavy casualties, but they would soon be replenished with fresh blood and would always maintain high combat effectiveness.

As the command flag was waved, ten thousand soldiers of the Tiger and Leopard Camp quickly rushed to the first row of the battlefield and waited for battle.

The left wing army continued to advance with the help of shield carts. The distance between the two sides was one hundred steps. The musketeers in the front row knelt on one knee with the black muzzles of their guns raised.

Eighty steps, seventy steps, sixty steps!
Getting closer!
But the Tiger and Leopard Camp did not move at all.

They are waiting for the military order from their lord!

"shooting!"

Finally, Tang Hao gave an order, white smoke filled the battlefield, and the painful howls of Mongolian soldiers were heard.

After the first batch of shots, the front row of musketeers quickly retreated to the back and fired the three-stage shot perfectly.

The hot lead bullets hit the unprotected flesh and blood body, limbs flew all over the sky, and everywhere was a glaring red.

The Tiger and Leopard Battalion fired three rounds of shots, killing and wounding countless Mongolian soldiers. The ground was littered with limbs and blood, dyeing the land in front of them red!
At close range, the three-barreled gun was as lethal as a shotgun. Even the Mongolian shield carts on the left wing could not withstand it. The Mongolian soldiers hiding behind the shield carts were instantly shot into sieves.

The only sound on the entire battlefield was the deafening sound of musketry, and the smoke filled the air, obscuring the eyes.

Through the smoke, in front of the Tiger and Leopard Camp's firepower network, the Mongolian Tatars fell down in droves. It was easier than cutting wheat.

A sturdy Mongolian man, bare-chested and holding a large iron axe, rushed forward frantically. He tried to break through the desperate firepower network alone, but it was doomed to be impossible.

The Mongolian warrior crossed the trench and ran forward with all his might. When he was still fifty or sixty steps away from the Tiger and Leopard Camp, his body suddenly shook and a lead bullet hit his lower abdomen. His skin and flesh exploded and his internal organs poured out of the fist-sized wound.

The Mongolian man's facial features twitched. He barely lowered his head to see the hideous wound on his abdomen. His body swayed and he fell to the ground.

There were others who were even more miserable than him, with their heads blown off, shoulders shattered, and they fell to the ground in pieces. Their blood flowed through the ditches into the grassland on the ground, and the thick smell filled the air, almost making people nauseous.

The army on the left wing could not break through to 50 steps. It was as if a life-and-death line was blocking it. If they rushed through it, they would die!
This is the power of the firearm!
This is the firepower network built by the Tiger and Leopard Battalion!

The rest of the Ming army was not idle either, they seized a great opportunity.

"Fire!" An Guo shouted hoarsely.

Following the command, the fuse was lit and burned with a hissing sound.

Propelled by gunpowder, the ten-jin lead bullets hit the Tartars at lightning speed!
Bang!
The shield car was hit head-on and instantly broke into pieces, with wood chips flying all over the sky.

The lead bullets continued to move forward with force, smashing the three corpses into pieces, and most of the bodies were smashed into meat paste!
Then the lead bullet hit a shield cart behind heavily, smashing the wheel. After bouncing up, it actually broke the legs of two Tartars.

A lead bullet would create a bloody alley. Even if there was no direct hit, the flying wood chips would be like Xiao Li's Flying Daggers, and countless Tartars would be injured.

One shield vehicle after another began to suffer targeted attacks, and the tiger crouching cannon once again spewed out fierce flames.

The iron balls are twisted together and thrown out in a piece.

Wherever he went, people either died or were injured.

More lead bullets and iron sand fell from the sky like flowers scattered by a fairy, splashing blood on the Tartars in front.

They screamed miserably, wailed miserably, and then fell down in groups, with huge bloody holes all over their bodies. It was even more painful than cutting wheat!
Nearly a hundred tiger squat cannons of all sizes were fired at the same time, shaking the earth and making a terrifying sound. All the Tartars who rushed up were engulfed in the smoke and cried for their parents.

Seeing this scene, Dayan Khan Batu Mengke closed his eyes in pain.

He knew very well that the Ming army was invincible.

Although both sides suffered casualties, the casualties on the Mongolian left wing were undoubtedly more serious!

These are the elite troops of Mongolia, we can’t let them die here!

Compared with the Ming army, Dayan Khan Batu Mengke hated the damn rebels like Yibula and Mandulai even more!
If it weren't for them, the Mongolian Empire would not have fallen into civil strife, nor would the Ming army have been given an opportunity to take advantage!

Thinking of this, Dayan Khan Batu Mengke made a decision!

He can lose this war, and the Left Wing of Mongolia can also lose, but those bastards like Yibula and Mandulai must die!
No matter how heavy the price has to be paid, these rebels must be killed!
(End of this chapter)