Autumn of the 17th year of Chongzhen

Chapter 1194 The Battle of the Three Kings ([-])
The soldiers of the Ming army, who dug trenches and arranged horses and antlers, all retreated into the formation.

The gunners in the first row of the Ming Army immediately retreated after firing a round, cleaned up the medicine room in a uniform manner, loaded the ammunition, and then took out the cleaning rod to tamp the ammunition.

At this time, the other two teams of musketeers had finished firing one after another, repeating their actions, and they stepped forward again, raised their muskets and fired.

There was no other sound in the entire bright array, only the sound of the cleaning rod being poked into the barrel of the gun and the sound of the firing of the firecrackers.

Amidst the sound of "bang bang bang~", the Ming army's front line was immediately filled with gunpowder smoke.

Facing tens of thousands of cavalry swarming in, the Ming army did not panic, stuck to their posts, and were loyal to their duties. The gunners were not afraid of the shaking of the ground, and every simple movement of the guns showed that they were an army Elite teacher.

In the formation of the Ming army, the blunderbuss sounded like hail falling, and small projectiles whizzed out, shooting at the enemy cavalry at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

The Mongolian cavalry in the charge may not have noticed it, but Dorgon, who was watching the formation behind, turned cold. The cavalry rushed out, as if they had suddenly hit an invisible wall, and fell down one after another like hitting dates. Horses, countless war horses soared into the sky, and the forwards howled and neighed.

The range of the firecrackers of the Ming army was two hundred steps, while the Mongols' riding bows had to penetrate at least seventy steps if they wanted to penetrate the armor of the Ming army.

That is to say, it doesn't count that the Qing army suffered a few rounds of gunfire, but they had to eat three rounds of gunfire from the Ming army before they could shoot a wave of arrows.

Dorgon will settle accounts, this business is not worth it, the cavalry failed to disrupt the Ming army, he almost died, this is simply a business with nothing to lose.

The cavalry can ride and shoot to harass the infantry, mainly the weapons of the infantry, and there is no obvious advantage in range. Furthermore, the infantry archers can shoot up to twenty arrows, and they will be tired, and their arms will lose strength, and they will not be able to pull away. bow and arrow.

Now the firing range of the Ming army's firearms far exceeds that of the Qing army, almost double that of theirs, and they don't need much effort to use firecrackers. The equipment has already made a qualitative breakthrough, but the Qing army still used the old tactics to treat the Ming army, and the result was naturally a tragedy.

The Mongolian cavalry was terrified, and the comrades around them kept falling off their horses. They could only charge forward with gritted teeth. Under the continuous shooting of the Ming army's volleyball guns, an unknown number of Mongolians fell to the ground.

The artillery of the Ming army made a loud noise that shook the world, which shocked them all. The gunmen of the Ming army fired in turn, and the bullets never stopped, almost forming an airtight wall of bullets, covering them in death. However, they had to wait until the weapons of the Ming army had been used in turn for a few rounds before they could pick up the riding bows with a pitifully short range and shoot back.

Brave and brave as Lou Qin, he didn't dare to look back. How many corpses of people and horses were left behind, he was afraid that if he turned his head, the breath in his heart would be vented.

Finally, after being bombarded by several rounds of artillery and firecrackers from the Ming army, the Mongolian cavalry finally reached within [-] paces. Lou Qin immediately let out a roar, expressing the fear in his heart, "Bow and arrow, let go!"

In the rain of bullets, the Mongols who were galloping on their horses immediately straightened up, pulled their bows into a full circle, and shot an arrow of revenge.

A swarm of migratory locusts shot into the bright formation, and the gunmen in the front row suddenly wailed, and hundreds of people were shot down.

Li Guo saw that his face was stern and unwavering. With a wave of his hand, a group of soldiers from the Ming army rushed forward. Two groups of soldiers picked up the wounded and dead soldiers and dragged them down. The gunslinger immediately stepped forward to fill the empty space and continued to shoot.

The first [-]-team team, after dropping the corpses all over the place, pulled up their horses and turned around, and the second and third teams followed in the footsteps of the first team.

In the wilderness, there were corpses of Mongols everywhere. They didn't shoot many Ming soldiers to death, so much so that they killed themselves.

For the first time, the Mongols felt that their riding and shooting skills were useless.

After Lou Qin turned around and looked at the corpses all over the floor, his heart felt cold, and suddenly he felt cold. He wanted to regain Saerhu's confidence, so he went halfway there.

Just as he was hesitating whether to continue to rush up and shoot another arrow, the sound of gold ringing sounded in the Qing army's formation, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

Dorgon saw the whole process, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes protruded with an expression of disbelief.

In this round of harassment, the Mongols may have lost more than 3000 people, but the casualties caused to the Ming army will never exceed a thousand. With such a battle loss ratio, he is still harassing ass.

Dorgon also reacted quickly. Seeing that the old tactic of cavalry and shooting to harass and then heavy cavalry to break the formation didn't work, he sternly shouted: "Withdraw!"

The sound of gold ringing sounded, and the [-] Mongolian cavalry who lost more than [-]% retreated in a hurry.

At this time, the rampaging horse troops on the two wings of the Ming army became restless, wanting to push forward and cover up a wave from behind, but Wang Yan was very cautious, trying to be "steady" and did not issue an order, so the horse army could only rest assured Stop the restlessness in your heart.

At this time, the Ming army was like a martial arts master. He was powerful, but he insisted on hiding his clumsiness. He deliberately let a hooligan attack him at will, and then slapped him hard.

One attack ended in failure, and Wakda, Luo Keduo and others in the Qing army became anxious.

Seeing that Lou Qin returned without success and suffered a lot of losses, they couldn't help asking anxiously, "Uncle Wang, what should we do?"

Dorgon looked at the tall watch chariots of the Ming army and the dragon flag embroidered with gold, and his eyes couldn't help but narrowed.

Today's battle was his last chance. He never expected that the Ming army would be so powerful in the wilderness.

By this time, he had no good way to deal with the Ming army's formation, but he had to fight.

Thinking of this, Dorgon said to the others, "The Ming army has tight defenses and powerful firearms. We can't add fuel to the battle. We must use our superior strength to put all of them on. The king doesn't believe that the king's thief is as firm as a rock on all sides."

Dorgon is the backbone of this group of Manchurian generals. They looked at Dorgon and hurriedly asked: "Uncle Wang, how do we fight? We all listen to you!"

Dorgon still has confidence and refuses to admit defeat, which is the source of their strength.

"Let the infantry attack the front of the Ming army. I don't believe that 10 people will not be able to shake the main formation of the Ming army. Wakeda and Lou Qin, you will lead the cavalry. When the main formation of the Ming army moves, you will attack his waist. Keep [-] full Eight Banners as the final hole card!" Dorgon looked at the crowd and said solemnly: "Will the Qing Dynasty still exist, can you go back to see Er Niang, his wife and children, today's battle! Warriors of the Aixinjueluo family, fight hard!"

"Strive hard!" Several people immediately clenched their fists and raised their fists high, shouting like thunder.

They were as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, but the green battalion in the front row couldn't feel the passion in their hearts, and even the Han Banner Army didn't have any will to die.

After the Old Han Banner was finished, the new Han army who raised the flag did not enjoy much of the same treatment as the Old Han Banner. The status of the Eight Banners, with the decline of the Manchu national power, was not as noble as before.

Dorgon was clamoring for a decisive battle at the back, but the green battalion and Han army in front were dumbfounded by the attack of the Ming army just now.

This is similar to the last time they attacked the village. When they thought that 1 people were killed without touching the wall last time, they were already terrified.

"King Zhishun, the Regent ordered you to lead the Green Battalion to attack the enemy's central army and fight in at all costs." A Manchurian general rushed to the front and loudly conveyed Dorgon's order.

The green battalion soldiers around heard the order, their faces were ashen, and they cursed in their hearts, "Zhi Niang, why is it us again!"

Shang Kexi knew that if he wanted to break through the Ming army's blunderbuss array, he had to pay a price. This was an unavoidable loss. No matter what his subordinates thought, he had no way to turn back anyway, so he immediately took the order: "Follow the order!"

After finishing speaking, he drew his sword and shouted coldly: "Go to battle! Kill!"

The horn of "Woo——Woo——" sounded, and the green battalion soldiers could only attack. Nearly ten thousand sword shieldmen used their swords to strike their shields to embolden themselves, while pushing forward.

Tens of thousands of archers, holding step bows and carrying quiver bags, reluctantly followed behind...

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