Saving the Ming Dynasty: I can exchange bodies with Chongzhen

Chapter 83: Live Up to the Emperor's Grace
At this moment, the valley was filled with smoke and dust.

The artillery was still rumbling.

As Zhu Changgan said, don't be afraid to spend money when fighting a war.

What is fire coverage?

Pouring the most shells at the enemy in the shortest time is fire coverage.

The spurting tongues of fire were like the god of death's scythes, pouring down on the Tartar army, leaving marks of blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

Continuously reaping the rewards from the Tartar army.

In the eyes of the Tatars, those cannons were completely different from the ones they had seen before. They didn't even need to stop in the middle, and they were already spewing out the flames of death again.

"Go, everyone follow me!" Yuetuo's younger brother Mazhan drew out the knife in his hand and rushed towards the hillsides on both sides while shouting.

There was madness in his eyes.

Good stuff, the Ming Dynasty has all the good stuff. Since the Battle of Ningjin in the seventh year of Tianqi, when Western cannons defeated Huang Taiji, who had just inherited the Khanship and was eager to establish his power.

The Qing Dynasty elevated the importance of artillery to an extremely high level.

Why were Kong Youde, Geng Zhongming and others able to be crowned kings? A big reason was that when they surrendered to the Later Jin, they brought more than a hundred ships, more than 12000 soldiers and their families.

The most important thing is that their ship is equipped with several red cannons, countless firearms and ammunition, as well as a variety of artillery technicians.

When Huang Taiji heard that Kong Youde and others had come to surrender, he personally went to the outskirts of the city to greet them, and gave the Jurchens the most ceremonious courtesy.

"Report your greeting!"

This is enough to show how much importance he attaches to artillery.

It was thanks to the red cannon and skilled craftsmen brought by Kong Youde and Geng Zhongming that the Qing Dynasty's artillery made rapid progress. Soon after, the Later Jin Dynasty established a special artillery unit called "Wuzhen Chaoha".

It was precisely because the Qing army possessed artillery technology, was proficient in riding and archery, and had red cannons that it became almost invincible after entering the Pass.

"Cannons, grab all the cannons!" Beile Dudu was so angry that he took the flag himself and commanded the fallen cavalry to charge towards the hillside.

The two of them almost simultaneously realized the significance of the Ming Dynasty's light, simple, yet powerful artillery.

Compared with their current bulky artillery, the Ming army only needed two people to operate it.

The key point is that instead of stopping after one round of salvos, they kept firing.

The significance is self-evident.

As long as we take down these artillery pieces, even if all these 20,000 people die, it will be a great achievement.

On the battlefield, some Tatar officers and soldiers who were not yet dead screamed heartbreakingly, but thousands of Tatar soldiers also climbed up from the ground and rushed towards the hillside with ferocious looks.

The ferocity of the Tatar soldiers was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Each of them was as crazy as a jackal.

Just as they were about to reach the mountainside, they saw a large group of Ming troops suddenly appear in front of them.

Each of them held a different kind of musket in their hands and aimed it at the Tartar soldiers.

"Fire!" As the Ming flag was waving.

Then,

"Bang, bang, bang~~~
There was a loud noise and smoke rose.

The Tartars who were rushing up suddenly fell to the ground like dumplings just out of the pot. Some of those who fell were twitching, while others were howling miserably.

A layer of red dots on the ground from the falling blood rain.

This was only the first salvo.

Yuetuo's brother Mazhan was stunned, completely stunned, "How is this possible... It must be more than a hundred steps, right?"

In the past, the effective range of the Ming Dynasty's muskets was less than 50 steps, and they often exploded, so the Qing soldiers never took the Ming Dynasty's muskets seriously.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty also preferred horse riding and archery, because the range of a strong bow could reach 60 steps or even 80 steps.

So much so that they carried bows and arrows every time they entered the pass, and at a distance of fifty steps, they almost crushed the enemy.

"Bang Bang~~"

But before he could come to his senses, he felt a sudden tearing sensation in his chest, and when he looked down... there was a bloody hole.

Bright red blood oozed out, Mazhan's eyes widened and his pupils were dilated. He was wearing heavy armor, but he was also penetrated?

He wanted to stand up straight, but his hands and feet did not obey him and his whole body was cold.

"Brother, save me..." Mazhan stretched out his hand to grab something, but he could not grab anything.

The next moment, everything went dark.

The entire consciousness has fallen into darkness.

The second round of volleys from the Ming Dynasty's musketeers arrived.

The 5,000 musketeers of the Yongwei Battalion were displayed in an organized manner in front of the world for the first time, showing their ferocious mouths.

Licking the flames, reaping the lives of the Tartars.

The short distance of one hundred steps became a Shura hell for the Tartars. The Tartar soldiers rushed forward desperately, but they could not get through at all.

Many of them wanted to rush within fifty steps to draw their bows and shoot arrows, but they fell down before they ran within fifty steps. Occasionally, there were those who ran within fifty steps, but they also fell down quickly.

Blood, corpses, wailing... filled everyone's sight.

Belle Dudu stared at all this in amazement. He was completely dazed, his chest heaving, and he didn't react for a long time.

"Push forward!"

The Ming army was waving flags, and the Ming musketeers advanced forward, shouting, "Yongwei Battalion, Victory!"

The artillery in the distance was still roaring, but the musketeers nearby were already approaching.

Beile Dudu's bondservants protected him tightly, "Lord Beile, let's retreat. If we don't retreat now, it will be too late."

This was a war they could not have imagined. The artillery and the long-range, highly destructive muskets brought them panic and terror, causing them to lose their original confidence.

"Lord Baylor!"

"No, we can't retreat!" Belle Dudu looked like a madman, "It's just the power of firearms. As long as we can withstand their artillery, we still have a chance. Follow me and kill them..."

"My Lord, please look behind you." A bondservant servant cried out in tears.

Du Du looked back at the Qing army's camp. At this moment, the formation had completely collapsed. Most of the soldiers and horses had been frightened. Although they had not dispersed yet, under the suppression of artillery fire, they were like flies with their heads cut off, running around in panic.

Boom~~
The artillery on the hillside was still firing, bombarding areas where there were many Tatars.

Dudu gritted his teeth, his face twisted into a knot of anger, "Retreat!"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless and would only result in increased casualties, Du Du decisively gave the order to retreat.

"Oh no! The Tartars are trying to escape!" Huang Degong and Sun Yingyuan were watching the movements of the Tartars with binoculars, and they both kicked their horses' bellies at the same time.

"We can't let them get away like this, brothers, move forward!"

"Kill it!"

Zhang Shize's eyes sparkled, and he raised his spear, "Charge!"

Ma Xianglin also reacted at this moment. Now that the Tartars had been defeated, the Ming army was left with only their backs. It was now a good time.

They also shouted: "White Spear Army, forward!"

Twenty thousand tricolor cavalrymen charged towards the Tatars like wolves and tigers. The sound of horse hooves shook the earth and the sky and earth were shaken.

Like a flood breaking through a dam, it rushed forward.

"Hold on!"

"Everyone, stay close..."

……

At this moment, seeing the Ming cavalry attacking, the sound of artillery on the hillsides on both sides finally died down.

The sound of iron hooves was heard, and unlike the Tartar soldiers seen within a stick of incense, there was no fear in the eyes of the Ming soldiers, but more excitement and frenzy.

Huang Degong gritted his teeth, with a ferocious smile on his face, tightly gripped the spear in his hand, and shouted as he rushed to the front.

One side is in high spirits, while the other side is still in shock.

High judgment.

"Ming Cavalry!"

"Brothers, hold on!" Seeing the Ming cavalry appear again, Beile Dudu waved the flag desperately in his hand, trying to stop the counterattack.

But how could it be done in a short time? The Ming cavalry, like a sharp knife, penetrated into the loose Tatar army and directly dispersed the Tatar soldiers.

When the cavalry charged close, it was a massacre. A large number of Tatar soldiers were hacked to death in an instant.

Huang Degong's spear hit the Tartar in front of him fiercely, and the other party tried to parry in panic.

Bang!
There was a loud noise like hammering iron, and sparks flew when metal and stone collided. The Tartar soldiers were knocked flying with their weapons, foaming at the mouth, and it was obvious that they were doomed.

The spear in Sun Yingyuan's hand danced like a spirit snake. He stabbed a Tartar soldier to death with one spear, then drew his sword and cut off the head of another Tartar soldier.

"Get out of my way!" Ma Xianglin cut a Tartar soldier in half with the big knife in his hand.

He shot with his bow left and right, killing several people in a row.

The blood splattered on the armor, like that of a demon.

There were constant screams and cries.

The Ming cavalry was like a pack of wolves. After charging forward, they turned their horses around and rushed towards their prey again, making it impossible for the Tatar soldiers to take care of both ends.

The first charge was to split the Tartar troops. Afterwards, Sun Yingyuan, Huang Degong and Ma Xianglin led their men and rushed towards the group of Tartar soldiers who were intercepted.

It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt ten of them.

This was the strategy that had been decided earlier by the emperor, Cao Huachun, Li Banghua, and Qin Liangyu. All they needed to do was to implement it resolutely.

"Lord Beile, many people have been intercepted!"

"how many people?"

"About 7,000 people..."

Beile Dudu turned his head to look at the Qing soldiers who were intercepted by the Ming cavalry. His teeth were grinding and an uncontrollable grief flashed in his eyes.

But when he saw from the corner of his eye that the musketeers on the hillside were already coming towards this side, he finally gritted his teeth and gave the order again.

"withdraw!"

He couldn't bury everyone here.

As for the Qing troops that were cut off, they could only leave it to fate.

At this time, the Qing soldiers who had escaped, after receiving the order, those who had horses mounted their horses, and those who did not, howled and ran back.

There was absolutely no order at all, just running around everywhere.

The Ming army did not pursue or attack them aggressively, allowing the Tatars who had already escaped to flee.

At the same time, the infantry and rattan armor soldiers of the Yongwei Camp, Beijing Camp, and White Spear Soldiers finally walked out from the mountains and forests on both sides and showed up.

The cry was loud.

All of them pointed their spears at the more than 7,000 Tatar soldiers who were intercepted.

This is a col with hillsides on both sides.

On the outermost side were the Ming cavalry, blocking the escape route of the 6,000 Tatars. At the foot of the mountain were thousands of Ming musketeers, and around them were tens of thousands of Ming infantry.

In the final battle, the cavalry returned to the battlefield to make the final move, and the musketeers did not participate any more, leaving full power to the infantry of the three camps.

Training!

Once you are on the battlefield, only by getting your hands dirty with blood can you complete the crucial step of transforming from a rookie into a veteran.

More importantly... as Your Majesty said, it is to eliminate the Ming army's fear of the Tatars.

……

Even at this moment, the Tartar soldiers still looked ferocious.

"kill!"

With an order from the central army, the battle flags were waved and the Ming soldiers advanced.

The trumpet flags are waving like flying.

"Brave Guards, get ready!"

"White-pole soldiers, get ready!"

"King's rattan armor soldiers, get ready!"

In the three camps, all the soldiers were sharpening their swords at this moment, and the weapons in their hands were shining with a sharp cold light.

It rolled over the Tartars like a millstone,
The three camps took turns to go into battle.

Each battalion would go into battle for a quarter of an hour, and then the next battalion would take over.

The commanders of each camp sat on their horses with cold eyes.

The Tatars fell down in large numbers like wheat being harvested.

……

The defeat was like a landslide. Beile Dudu, who escaped from the battlefield, ran for thirty miles before he stopped and gathered the remaining troops.

Only then did he realize that he had less than 12,000 Qing cavalrymen, which meant that more than half of them were left on the battlefield.

He never thought that he would lose this battle so quickly.

The defeat was so sudden and so unbelievable.

The Qing troops that he was so proud of were defeated, and even less than half of the cavalry fled back?
What is even more unacceptable is that Yuetuo’s younger brother Mazhan also died, killed by the Ming army’s muskets.

How is he going to explain this to Yue Tuo when he returns?
artillery?

When Belle Dudu thought of this thing, he felt a chill in his heart.

I never thought that the Ming army would have such an artillery army?

Like nails, they lay across the road leading to the capital. How could the Qing troops defeat them?
……

And the Ming army.

The battle lasted for another hour before the battlefield slowly returned to calm.

Corpses everywhere!

"General Sun, how many did you kill?" Huang Degong looked at Sun Yingyuan and couldn't help but asked with a smile: "I killed thirty-two people."

"What a coincidence! I killed thirty-three enemies!"

"I have thirty!" Ma Xianglin got off his horse, talking and laughing.

Zhang Shize also grinned and said, "I am not as good as you, but I also killed 28 people."

"Haha~~ Let's go and see the commander."

Seeing that the battle was coming to an end, Cao Huachun, Li Banghua and Qin Liangyu from the central army were already impatiently coming over, but they hadn't gotten close yet.

He was first shocked by the bloody smell on the front line.

"Supervisor!"

"Supervisor!"

"..."

At this time, several generals came over and saluted Cao Huachun.

Cao Huachun couldn't wait to ask, "What was the outcome of the battle?"

"Report to the commander-in-chief, a great victory!" Sun Yingyuan said loudly: "Everything is just as Commander Cao said. In this battle, we killed 12,000 enemies and captured more than 1,000 enemy soldiers."

"Where are the casualties?"

"Our army suffered less than a thousand casualties."

Most of these thousand people occurred in the final battle between the infantry and the Tatars.

But these are the costs that have to be paid.

If you don't train your troops and don't shed blood, more blood will be shed in subsequent battles.

"Thirteen thousand people..." Cao Huachun was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his fists. Then he could no longer conceal his excitement, and a smile erupted like a volcano on his face.

"Good, good, good... A big win, well deserved."

After saying several good words in a row, Cao Huachun murmured, "This battle is worthy of the emperor's grace!"

(End of this chapter)