Saving the Ming Dynasty: I can exchange bodies with Chongzhen

Chapter 86 Another victory!

"Damn it! Beile Dudu's 25,000 Eight Banners soldiers were defeated, but Yue Tuo didn't let his Red Banner come over, but instead asked us to send 8,000 people over?"

The Mongolian general Sanggarzhai couldn't help but complain to Alanchai.

Alan Chai was a man as burly as a mountain, with a full beard. He rebuked, "Don't talk so much. If the Marshal hears it, you'll be in trouble. Do you still complain that you didn't get enough beatings?"

As Mongolian soldiers who surrendered later, they were temporarily incorporated into Yuetuo's army.

But Yuetuo had a bad temper and was not friendly to the Eight Banners children, let alone the Mongolian cavalry. If he disagreed with them, he would either beat or scold them, and treated them like a complete disrespectful human being.

Speaking of which, Yuetuo's temperament is related to his father, Prince Heshuo Li Daishan.

Yuetuo lost his mother at a young age, and Daishan and his stepmother were extremely mean and abusive to him.

Daishan’s second son Shuotuo (Yuetuo’s younger brother from the same mother) suddenly disappeared because he could not bear Daishan’s abuse. Some people rumored that he had "defected" and defected to the Ming Dynasty.

When it was still unclear whether Shuotuo had defected, Daishan insisted that Shuotuo had the intention to defect.

After finding Shuotuo and seeing that he had clearly stated that he had not defected, Daishan still repeatedly asked Nurhaci to execute Shuotuo. Finally, Nurhaci found out the truth and released Shuotuo.

After Yuetuo's death, Alanchai, Sanggarzhai and others reported Yuetuo for treason.

Of course, this is a later story, so let’s leave it aside for now.

Seeing that they were approaching their destination, Alan Chai reined in his horse and said, "Whoa~~~"

Looking at the valley and plain in the distance, "Du Du is the Ming army we encountered before, right?"

"The news from the scouts is that it is five miles ahead." Sanggarzhai rode closer with narrowed eyes, "The Ming army is just a group of rabble, how could they defeat the Eight Banners of the Manchus? Is there a trick here?"

The Manchu military system

Each Niulu is composed of 300 people, five Niulu form a Jiala; five Jiala form a Gushan, and each Gushan forms a flag.

The leader of Niulu was named Niulu Ezhen, the leader of Jiala was named Jiala Ezhen, and the leader of Gushan was named Gushan Ezhen.

"The scouts are watching from a distance. If we don't even try to make contact, we will be punished by Yuetuo when we return." Alan Chai said with a twinkling look in his eyes: "Send the order, all troops will turn back once they enter the valley, and all soldiers will charge into the valley."

Sanggarzhai nodded, "No matter how powerful the Ming army's artillery is, it can't reach that far, right?"

To put it simply, it means taking the men and horses to escape from the front of the col. This is not very dangerous and can also report to Yue Tuo.

The sound of the horn broke the silence of the sky.

……

A few miles away, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty looked at the dust raised by the Mongolian soldiers' horses in the distance.

The dust on the ground was shaking, and the hearts of all the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were beating non-stop at this moment.

Even though they had won a great victory once, they were still intimidated by the power of the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry when they faced the charge again.

"Closer, closer!" Huang Degong held the reins of the warhorse in his hand, his eyes as fiery as he stared at the enemy while looking at the flag of the central army from time to time.

Sure enough, after a few minutes the enemy finally moved.

"It's here, it's finally here!"

The muscles on Huang Degong's face bulged with laughter. "The Manchu Eight Banners are not as good as them, and the Mongolian soldiers are even more of a mob. They are selling Seoul!"

Huang Degong was not very educated, but he particularly liked Guan Yu, the Martial Saint in the Three Kingdoms, so this sentence naturally became his catchphrase.

Sun Yingyuan looked at Huang Degong's behavior, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, but he also drew out his shiny spear, "My men, follow me later, and kill him."

Ma Xianglin was not far behind at this time, and shouted to his brothers: "Huh~ Let them see the power of our Sichuan Army!"

Zhang Shize angrily scolded: "You have said all the good things, what else can I say?"

Chinese military camp.

Cao Huachun was watching the battle in the distance with a telescope, although the emperor's order was for them to fight and show their prowess and then prepare to retreat.

But the season has passed Grain Rain, and the seedlings in the fields and the new crops are being planted, which need rain the most to nourish them. The fields also need people to work, and the livestock that have been hungry for a year need to be taken out to graze and reproduce.

If we could kill more Tartars, the people would suffer less from the harm caused by the Tartar army, and in the autumn, we would be able to harvest more grain, which would save people from starving to death.

So, he chose to fight this battle.

But when the enemy army rushed to the front of the valley, the cavalry in front suddenly began to turn back, which made Cao Huachun a little surprised.

Li Banghua and Qin Liangyu also saw this scene, and they all looked at Cao Huachun, "General, shall we fight or not?"

"If we don't fight now, the enemy will pass by."

Li Banghua frowned, "The artillery can only cover half of the enemy, and the musketeers may not be able to do their job. I'm afraid there will be more casualties in this battle."

Cao Huachun clenched his fist and slammed it on the table, "Hit him!"

Even if you can't eat it all in one breath, you have to bite off a big piece of the opponent's flesh.

"Artillery ready!"

As the signal flag was waved, hundreds of artillery pieces instantly emitted a deafening roar.

In an instant,
The shells fell on the Mongolian cavalry as densely as raindrops. Many of the Mongolian cavalrymen who were closest to them had not yet reacted and were knocked away with a burst of blood mist.

At this time, half of the Mongolian cavalry in the front had begun to turn back, while the other half was still charging forward.

Form a "U" shape.

Those who had turned back did not suffer much damage, but the group in the middle suffered a large number of casualties. Internal organs, broken limbs, horse carcasses, and rotten meat were displayed in front of both sides in a very short time.

The cavalrymen at the back were buffeted by the corpses and bullets in front, and people were constantly tripping and falling off their horses. The momentum of the cavalrymen's charge also suddenly slowed down, and they began to turn their horses around.

……

"kill!"

Seeing the central army's flag ordering the cavalry to attack, Huang Degong's neck turned red with excitement. He rushed out with his spear in hand, but found that Sun Yingyuan was half a horse's length faster than him, so he could not help but slap his horse hard.

The mounts of the Brave Guard Battalion galloped wildly.

"Kill!" Zhang Shize and Ma Xianglin also rode out on their horses, not wanting to fall behind even a step.

"kill!"

More than 10,000 cavalrymen of the Ming army roared at this moment, and the sky and the earth changed color.

Cao Huachun looked at the Ming cavalry rushing over like a torrent, and said with bright eyes: "Your Majesty once said that after this battle, the soldiers will no longer be afraid of the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry."

"Now, the Ming cavalry is no longer afraid of the Qing cavalry." Qin Liangyu said excitedly with a flushed face.

Li Banghua murmured, "Your Majesty said that we should build a team that dares to fight, can fight, and can win. At that time, I thought that what Your Majesty said... I didn't expect to see it so soon."

Boom!

Boom! The sound of the artillery stopped, but the Mongolian general Alanchai was so frightened by the scene that he broke out in a cold sweat, "Beile Dudu is right!"

It's so far away, but you can still hit it?
When he saw the smoke and dust billowing in the distance and the Ming Dynasty cavalry attacking, his face suddenly changed, "Retreat!"

Before Sun Yingyuan could get close, he saw the Mongolian cavalry changing their flags, and immediately whipped his horse hard, "Charge!"

The flags on the Ming side were also changing. "Divide into left and right wings and bite them!"

As the horn resounded throughout the battlefield, Sun Yingyuan and Ma Xianglin led a cavalry to attack from the left wing, while Huang Degong and Zhang Shize led the cavalry to attack from the right side.

They formed a double-team and attacked the Mongolian cavalry's waist.

The distance of more than one hundred steps is not too far, but it was enough for the Mongolian cavalry to escape.

But the Ming cavalry had already started running at full speed.

However, the Mongolian cavalry were still trotting, and the latter half had not even turned their heads. Coupled with the shrill howls, screams, and neighing of horses on the front line, many of them did not notice the change in the flag at all.

Tens of thousands of Ming cavalrymen came roaring in like an iron stream.

Half of the Mongolian cavalry was defeated before they could even gain speed.

Huang Degong was leading the way, his horse's mane flying. He wielded the spear like an arm. He pierced the throat of a Mongolian soldier with one spear and then stabbed another Mongolian soldier off his horse.

After several charges, many Manchu and Mongolian cavalry suffered casualties, but this also aroused the murderous intent of the Mongolian cavalry, and they actually prevented a counterattack.

The Mongolian general Sanggarzhai led his men to fight against the Ming cavalry, while shouting at the Mongolian cavalry to form a battle formation to resist.

This Mongolian cavalry had just returned from the Korean battlefield and was experienced in the battlefield, while the Ming cavalry consisted mostly of new recruits, and for a while they were entangled with each other.

The fight was inextricable.

But at this moment, some infantry appeared on the battlefield, each of them holding a musket and heading in the direction where the largest number of Mongolian soldiers were.

Mongolian general Sanggarzhai looked at this scene and became even more ferocious. "Fire gun? This kind of thing can also..."

He had experienced the Battle of Sarhu, and he knew very well what the Ming army's Shenjiying was like. Not only did their shooting range not meet the standards, but their power was even less than that of a bow and arrow.

"No, Sanggar Village. Follow me to attack their musketeers..."

But before he could finish his words, he heard a volley of "bang bang bang bang" from the opposite side.

Sanggarzhai felt a piercing pain and was thrown off his horse. He tried desperately to stand up, but found that he had no strength, so he reached out and touched his neck.

Sticky, spread out your hands...blood, all covered in bright red blood.

He wanted to open his mouth and call his men to save him, but he found that he could not make a sound because his throat was pierced. The sound he made was "huff huff..."

There was blood foam all over. At the same time, he saw the Mongolian cavalry around him screaming and falling off their horses after being attacked.

Sanggarzhai suddenly remembered that one of Beile Dudu's subordinates seemed to have said that the Ming army's muskets could fire more than a hundred steps away and could penetrate armor within a hundred steps... It was true, it was actually true.

Of course it is true. Granular gunpowder, combined with paper tube packaging, increases the range by more than double.

Experts in later generations have tested the Rumi gun. With granular gunpowder, it can fire at a distance of more than 500 meters. With musket gunpowder made with modern technology, it can fire at a distance of nearly 600 meters, which is enough to illustrate the problem.

The Manchu and Mongolian Tatars were now wearing cotton armor, so they were naturally unable to resist within a hundred steps and fell off their horses one after another.

Although the flintlock rifle had no rifling and its accuracy was a bit poor, one round of volleys still killed hundreds of Mongolian cavalry and a number of war horses.

Before they could react, the next round of volleys came, and there were hundreds of Mongolian cavalrymen again.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, but even stronger than the smell of sulfur was the smell of blood.

Because the bullet entered the body, causing a huge cavity injury, and the air entered, causing blood to spurt out, which could not be covered.

The paper shell ammunition can be replaced much faster. On average, each soldier can fire more than five rounds per minute. Almost as soon as the front row finishes firing, the back row has already loaded ammunition.

The speed was very fast, and the losses of the Mongolian soldiers were increasing step by step.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Alan Chai realized that if he continued to fight, more people would die. However, the Ming army's musketeers avoided the area where the Ming army was located.

Otherwise there will be more casualties.

There was no time for him to hesitate. He quickly snatched the horn and blew the order to withdraw.

After hearing the horn, the Mongolian cavalry no longer cared about fighting with the Ming army and fled the battlefield one after another.

The Manchu and Mongolian cavalry are faster than the Ming Dynasty's, so if they were determined to escape, they would still be able to do so.

"Give it to me!" Huang Degong angrily snatched a flintlock rifle from a musketeer of the Yongwei Battalion and chased for several miles. When he came back, the battlefield had been almost cleaned up.

Sun Yingyuan came over and asked him, "How many people did you kill when you chased them?"

"I didn't kill any of them!" Huang Degong cursed angrily, "How can I aim when the horse is shaking so much?"

"How many did you kill this time?"

"Sixteen!"

"Then I have two more than you!"

……

In the Chinese military camp.

"A little less!" Cao Huachun looked at the battle reports coming up from below, "After all, the enemy is on guard, otherwise we might be able to annihilate more enemies."

Two thousand eight hundred people!
The other side had 8,000 people coming, but only less than 3,000 people stayed. Compared with last time, he actually felt that it was a little too few.

“…” Li Banghua looked at him, the muscles on his face twitching.

Is this too little?
How many years has it been since the Ming Dynasty had a favorable battle? It was good enough to win a battle.

Moreover, the artillery's power was less than 30% of its actual strength, not to mention that the enemy was composed entirely of cavalry. Although the Mongolian cavalry was weaker than the Manchu cavalry, its combat effectiveness was still stronger than that of the Ming cavalry.

There were 8,000 Mongolian cavalrymen, and you killed nearly 3,000 of them in one battle, while only losing a few hundred of your own men. That's already pretty good.

In addition, they also captured the Mongolian general Sanggarzhai.

At this moment, a person was dragged in, it was Sanggar Village.

His neck was shot through, but the aorta was not hit, so when the Ming soldiers found him, he actually wanted to commit suicide.

"Commander-in-chief, according to the Mongolian cavalry, this man is none other than the Taiji of Sanggarzhai, the son of Ming'annuoyan of Khorchin."

Sanggar Village?

Cao Huachun felt like he had heard this name somewhere before, and stared at the other party with eyes as piercing as nails, "Is this the Sanggar village that was captured alive by Nurhaci?"

"So, this is the second time you've been captured alive?"

(End of this chapter)