Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 183
The situation turned completely upside down.

Under the unbelievable gaze of the anxious peasant army, the officers and soldiers really obediently emerged from the barracks like ants moving their house. The Ming Dynasty was still on fire, and the cowhide army drums were beating shockingly, wearing fiery red war jackets. Under the leadership of thousands of generals from all walks of life, the official army quickly formed a strict formation in front of the barracks.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!"

With the beat of the drum, the spearmen of the former army strode forward, holding their spears and roaring ferociously. However, the peasant army who watched this scene was not surprised but happy, and everyone was stunned.

Death is not scary to them. Many people's whole family died under the butcher's knife of the officers and soldiers yesterday. Death is a kind of relief to them, but they are afraid that death will be meaningless. It will be filled in the ditch like a sack. It is precious to everyone to have a fair and desperate opportunity to fall under the horseshoes of the officers and soldiers.

It's so precious that I don't dare to fight it.

"fire!"

"Master, why not, let's open later, don't drive the official dog away!"

Listening to Liu Zongmin's silly words, Song Qingshu's nose almost lost his breath. Do you really think you are Song Xianggong?Don't hit halfway?The angry Song Qingshu threw a whip at him directly: "I told you to fire!"

Wang Zuohang's inheritance is quite rich. More than a dozen cannons pulled out from the pile of dead people were pushed to the edge of the ditch one after another. The Peasant Army did not have professional gunners, so everyone filled the medicine with their senses, and the first round of shelling boomed. Long's shot was fired, and only half of the dozen or so large shot balls shot into the army formation that had advanced for more than a mile. The solid shells only killed a dozen people, and the rest only hit two or three hundred meters.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu waved his hands helplessly: "Go, invite the priest!"

Tang Ruowang had cast the cannon in red to guard Ningyuan for Daming, so he must know a lot about cannons.

Although the shelling only killed more than a dozen people, for the 8000-odd officers and soldiers, it took only 10 minutes to shoot a round. Even if the officers and soldiers lined up and let the peasant army fight for more than a day, they would not kill many people. However, this is shelling after all. On flesh and blood!Listening to the rumbling sound and seeing half of the teammates who walked with me disappear, that kind of fear is not something ordinary people can bear.

The front team of the frontier army immediately fell into chaos, while the warlord behind him angrily urged the battalion to quickly bring out the cannon, while gnashing their teeth and ordering the cavalry to attack!

The reason why Du Wenhuan hates Song Qingshu so much is because he lost face because of the empty city plan last time, and he hasn't recovered yet!This time Song Qingshu forced him to attack the position he had prepared, and it was as if a huge mockery hit him on the head. Under Du Wenhuan's vicious roar, more than 200 cavalry soldiers rushed out first.

Fighting a war is not to order the whole army to press up. It was the tactics of the Yellow Emperor's era. Even in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period, everyone knew that one team would join in one team. Sometimes there is enough room for resistance, to be among the best, and the stamina is not enough. These idioms come from this.

The more than 200 cavalrymen of the officers and soldiers are definitely considered elite. They rushed up abruptly, and a rain of arrows shot over a dozen peasant soldiers who were shooting cannons. Standing behind, seeing no more than a hundred cavalry showing off their might in front of her trench, Xing Hongniang gritted her teeth angrily and was about to go out with her spear and horse, but who knew that Song Qingshu pulled her back mercilessly.

"Do not impulse!"

Xing Hongniang was still unconvinced and wanted to say something, but Song Qingshu glared over anxiously.

"Have you forgotten the lesson of yesterday?"

If struck by lightning, Xing Hongniang shook violently twice, and finally put down the spear without firing.

More than 200 officer cavalry galloped back and forth along the trenches on the river bank, arrows like locusts, causing panic among the peasant army wherever they passed. Press up when the loss is small, as long as the opponent's formation is in chaos, you can divide and encircle!

Du Wenhuan has fought against bandits for half his life. He also learned this tactic from the Mongols. Suppressing the peasant army is always beneficial. Unfortunately, today he met Song Qingshu.

"Musket! Let it go!"

Roaring, Song Qingshu personally picked up a musket, aiming at the galloping cavalry of the officers and soldiers and firing it. There were as many as 1000 or 3000 muskets that had been modified in the past, and there were more than [-] muskets that could be used under Wang Zuohang's command. On the front line of more than three miles, three rows of more than [-] firecrackers were fired in turn in the hands of the assembled elite team, aiming at a single point. In an instant, a thick white smoke rose from the position of the peasant army. The line of sight is almost blocked.

No one knows how effective the shooting will be. Anyway, the Peasant Army has never been attacked by arrow rain.

After about a minute or so, the white smoke was blown away. Looking at the dead and wounded corpses all over the place, Du Wenhuan jumped to his feet in anger, and chopped down the Baihu of the frontier cavalry who had fled back with a round knife, and angrily ordered the next team The cavalry rushed up again.

More than 300 years later in history, there was also such a similar battle, but it was the battle of China's shame under the control of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the Battle of Baliqiao by the Eight-Power Allied Forces.

At that time, the strength of the Eight-Power Allied Forces was only over 8000. Seng Gelinqin had more than 1 Mongolian cavalry under his command. The fallen Qing army was also beaten by thousands of foreign devils in this area. More than 3000 Mongolian cavalrymen were killed in battle. The very important reason is that the main attacking Mongolian cavalry still maintained Genghis Khan's original tactics. The cavalry charged and harassed separately, and then were killed and wounded under the guns and artillery.

Although Song Qingshu's flintlock guns are by no means as good as the Mauser single-shot muskets of the Eight-Power Allied Forces in 200, Du Wenhuan's cavalry is not as good as the Mongolian cavalry under Seng Gelinqin's command. Three times in a row, more than [-] officials were laid down. After the cavalry, Du Wenhuan finally stopped this refueling tactic angrily.

Immediately, amidst the sound of rumbling drums, a large group of more than 500 military vanguards formed five arrows and stabbed fiercely at Song Qingshu's position.

"There are some gunners on the opposite side. Everyone knows the virtues of being close! Kill!"

One by one, more than 500 people carried shields and surrounded them into five big tortoise shells, and slowly approached the peasant army's position. This tactic is really effective!Crackling lead bullets hit the outer edge of the shield formation, and the iron covering of the shield was sunk. Unfortunately, today's gunfire can't break through this heavy iron-covered shield, and more than 500 army infantry marched forward again. More than 50 meters, facing the forest of guns, it will soon be next to the trench.

Liu Zongmin wanted to charge with a knife, but Song Qingshu still forcibly suppressed them, holding everyone down tightly.

A few bangs rang out suddenly, and the officer's shield formation on the far west was broken, and the officers and soldiers on the edge of the formation fell down in rows. The small cast iron cannon and the tiger squatting cannon fired pills and laughed. The lead bullet not only broke the iron-clad shield, but also penetrated two or three people in a row. The officers and soldiers behind threw down their shields and ran away in fear. The Peasant Army musketeers scrambled to shoot their guns.

In the sound of frying beans, less than 20 of the officers and soldiers from a hundred households ran back.

Since the start of the battle, nearly three hundred officers and soldiers have been killed and injured, and only a dozen or so farmers. Staring at the last four hundred households.

After all, they were unskilled, and it took a few minutes to reload the tiger squatting gun. When the peasant army officers and soldiers panicked to wash the gun and charge the gun, the officers and soldiers who were running forward under pressure had already reached five or six meters in front of the trench.

Looking at the panicked thieves, bloodthirsty smiles appeared on the corners of the mouths of the officers and soldiers, as if they had regained the joy of yesterday's massacre. As long as they got close, the muskets were like burning sticks!What you give yourself is a massacre feast!Smiling grinningly, the beastly officers and soldiers even smelled blood.

But at this juncture, the round black iron balls suddenly dragged their smoking buttocks, and they slid over like Gululu.

"Cannonball!"

A Ming army leader shouted in horror, but unfortunately, this sentence became his last words. Dozens of shells rolled to his feet and blossomed together. Routed backwards.

This situation has never been seen before against Guan Gouzi in the past!The excited tens of thousands of peasant soldiers held up their weapons and cheered happily. However, extreme joy begets sorrow, which is appropriate for anyone today. With a few bangs, seven big iron balls opened a few blood paths in the dense peasant army.

The cannons of the government army also arrived, and dozens of people were killed all of a sudden. The team of more than 2 people suddenly panicked a lot, and Scarface was so anxious that he tore his throat and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Have you forgotten the blood feud? Do you want to be killed by the official dog?"

Prepared for a long time ago, hundreds of junior officers shouted together, and the rioting team was suppressed. At the same time, Song Qingshu of the former army also shouted: "Go to the trench!"

The peasant army with paper armor and musket guns in front jumped into the ditch like a dumpling. It was more than 100 meters away, and gave Song Qingshu a reassuring gesture. Scarface pulled the team, and rushed back to the place that was only a dozen meters behind. In the Qingquan guardhouse, Song Qingshu also nodded in reassurance, and shrank back behind the parapet.

In a blink of an eye, among the 3-odd peasant army, only a dozen or so banners of the begging army were still flying. Zhang Zishou was so happy to see that he stroked his beard anxiously and said with a smile: "A rogue is a rogue, a round of cannons If I knew it, I would have bombarded it with cannons, wasting the lives of hundreds of soldiers in vain!"

Seeing this situation, Du Wenhuan nodded happily, and immediately waved the command flag violently. In an instant, more than 2000 officers and soldiers separated from the team, and with their iron shields on their backs, they charged like wolves coming out of the mountain, howling ferociously.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
What greeted them was yet another burst of gunfire that was as neat as roasted beans. Looking at the lingering gunpowder smoke that was transpiring and lingering on the trench, Du Wenhuan's face twitched again...

(End of this chapter)