Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 711

Wu Sangui had no choice but to go all out.

There is only one way in front of him, just like Li Zicheng back then, if he can defeat Song Qingshu's main force in one fell swoop and capture Yingtian, he still has hope, otherwise, the world is so big that there is no place for him, Wu Sangui, Once defeated, he would be wiped out immediately.

So he is really like a gambler who has lost his eyes and put all his belongings on it.

Wang Fuchen served as the admiral of Shaanxi, and Wu Sangui handed over all the cavalry in his hands to him. There were [-] Han Eight Banner cavalry and Mongolian cavalry under his command. As a vanguard, he was the first to attack East Poyang Lake and launch an attack.

Behind is Ma Bao, Wu Zhimao's Jingzhong Battalion, Xinyi Battalion, Yong Battalion and other 37 battalions with nearly 25 people as the main force of the Chinese army. There are no left and right troops, and some old and weak soldiers are left to guard the camp and transport supplies, gunpowder and ammunition. Wu Sangui's battle The plan is just like the battle of Yanshan that year, with the cavalry as the backbone force, defeating the Ming army in one fell swoop, and then the army will press on and completely wipe out Song Qingshu's main force.

Wu Sangui did what Chen Youliang didn't even dare to do back then. However, the Ming army in front of him is by no means comparable to Li Zicheng's army!
Although they were blocked by Zhao Sheng in the morning, they broke through the Yugan camp of the Ming army. In particular, they also looted a lot of military supplies, such as canned food and military coats. Seeing the deployment of the Ming army in Panyang Town, outside Raozhou, many Mongolian cavalry even drew their scimitars and cheered.

Seeing that the morale is available now, even though it was getting late at this time, Wang Fuchen still ordered the cavalry to attack immediately, intending to follow Yu Gan and capture Panyang Town, the frontier of Raozhou Prefecture.

The guard here is still his old opponent, Zhao Sheng, the commander of the Sixth Front Army who invited himself to be the vanguard, and the lamp lighter Zhao Sheng. Although the rest of the troops suffered a slight loss in the morning exchange of fire with Wang Fuchen, their morale was also high.

Everyone even had a burst of anger. Although Zhao Sheng ordered decisively and retreated in a timely manner, preventing the Sixth Front Army from being encircled by the Wu Army on the periphery, it also delayed the enemy for two hours. So far, none of the troops have abandoned their positions and turned around to escape, and each of them has a conspicuous title of coward hanging on their heads.

This title must be cleansed by blood.

Amidst Wang Fuchen's arrogant laughter, the gray cavalry of the Wu army rushed into the town. Hearing the vibration of the heavy horse's hoof, in the middle of the town, four division commanders walked out of the town's yamen neatly, and immediately folded their hands. Together.

"Kill the thief!"

Panyang Town is a typical town in the south of the Yangtze River, with antique blue-tiled buildings, and the streets are paved with bluestone slabs from the Tang Dynasty or the Song Dynasty. I don’t know how many people stepped on it. Light rain.

The Mongolian cavalry who looted the vanguard rushed to the front first, but the smooth bluestone made the horseshoes of each cavalry slip, and they had to slow down. The dense town is as quiet as a cemetery, not to mention people, not even a ghost.

If it was a Han general, he would have been afraid and backed away long ago, but the Mongols did not believe in evil, and a few cavalrymen jumped off their horses, kicked open the shops next to the street, rushed in and began to churn.

Listening to those Mongolian cavalrymen tumbling and yelling about something, Langri Gelan also turned his head subconsciously, but he didn't feel it. More than 70 meters away, on the second floor of the small building facing the street, one eye was also staring at him. .

With a bang, a strong Mongolian man weighing more than 200 kilograms fell off his horse, his head was sunken, his hands and feet were twitching, and he seemed dead.

Snipers have officially entered the stage of history, and we have to wait for Major Sharp of the U.S. Army to become the first person to eat crabs during the American Revolutionary War. However, in this time and space, there is Song Qingshu, and the stragglers and scout teams of various battalions already have the function of snipers. A sharpshooter is selected as the captain, who specializes in killing the opponent's commander with precision on the occasion of the battle.

This shot stunned the Mongolian cavalry, and several soldiers immediately turned around angrily, raised their Mongolian bows and pointed at the smoking place on the second floor angrily and shouted.

"Over there, kill Hangou!"

Humming and screaming, just like driving sheep on the grassland, hundreds of Mongolian cavalry on the street swung their whips and jumped on their horses, followed by a storm of arrow feathers and shot at the small building.

A burst of crackling bows and arrows really beat the Ming army on the wooden building to the ground. The crackling sound knocked down a lot of the blue tiles upstairs, and the dust fell and hid the Ming army's face under the eaves.

The fluttering arrow shaft was stuck on the pillar beside him. He had just killed the sniper of the Mongolian capital. Yang Yong, the squadron leader of the second squadron of the first brigade of the third battalion of the [-]th division, was also sweating on his forehead. , if he hides later, the arrow will pass him through the pillar.

However, if bows and arrows can beat muskets, Britain will not abolish its 300-year longbow tradition and equip muskets instead. I am afraid that for a moment, this veteran who has joined the army in Dabie Mountain since Chongzhen 11 years ago is also furious. Holding the flintlock gun he had just loaded, he emerged from the window of the small building again.

"Eat the bullet! Silly bird!"

With a precise shot, the Mongolian cavalry archer who had just pulled out the bow and arrow from his back and put it on the bowstring 50 meters away didn't even groan, but turned his head back and got off his horse.

But it wasn't just him, there was a team of nine ambushed in the small wooden building, and there was a brigade of more than a hundred people in the nearby street building. Following Yang Yong's attack, other people also showed their guns, and bullets from all directions were overwhelming. Shooting over, the Mongolian cavalry who galloped wildly had no chance to dodge.

The speed of bullets is much faster than that of bows and arrows. Hiding in the stirrups and tearing devils with hands are all in the drama. Even if it is a single-shot musket, the Mongolian cavalrymen who are still hitting them turn their backs and fall off their horses in screams. No longer daring to step forward, the group of Mongolian Eight Banners retreated again.

Not only this one battle, gunshots rang out everywhere in Panyang Town, which is not small. Street fighting is still a new concept for the army of this era. Obviously, these Mongolian cavalry and Han Eight Banner cavalry are not used to it. The only thing left was to rob the city wall, the defenders and the weak common people did not dare to resist at all, but this time, in the narrow town, these domineering northern cavalry were completely beaten.

Under the counter, behind the dressing table, in the closet, or even in the water tank, there may be hidden Ming soldiers. Mongolian looters often found a bag with their front feet, and stabbed them with bayonets sticking out of nowhere. Thoroughly cool.

In the complicated alleyways, there are even more murderous threats, not only bullets, but even some Mongolian cavalrymen galloped for a while, and the tiles on the top of their heads were suddenly smashed down, which also made these guys dizzy.

On the bright side, at the intersection near the town's yamen, two divisions directly set up barricades, and the narrow space restricted the afterglow and charge of the cavalry. Even the Eight Banners of Han who were good at close combat had to jump Dismounted and carried a broadsword to charge up on foot, but a series of humiliating wars in modern times and the War of Resistance Against Japan have proved that there is really no advantage between a broadsword and a bayonet. Even the famous 29th Army's broadsword team is actually equipped with a [-]-gun Mauser pistol. Well, the real decisive victory with a big sword is often a night attack. Now these Wu troops are fighting with the Ming army with bayonets in broad daylight, and it is really like hitting a rock with an egg.

The roaring gunshots, the sound of cannons, and the rising smoke and dust shocked Wang Fuchen who was still waiting outside the town. After watching for more than ten minutes, he howled anxiously like a wolf.

"Order, withdraw troops! Withdraw troops!"

The flustered ox horn sounded everywhere, and the Mongolian and Han cavalrymen who were beaten in the town were really called amnesty. They didn't even care about the looted property, and some even threw away their weapons, and went out in embarrassment. Fleeing, in the billowing smoke and dust again, how did these northern cavalry come here, and why did they all roll out again.

Attacking back and forth took up the last bit of the daytime. When Wu Sangui's army arrived, the sky had already darkened. Due to the suddenness of the raid, Wu Jun had no choice but to set up camp in front of Panyang town.

"Wang, wang, wang, lord, the last general, the last general did his best! He is really a Song thief, he is too cunning, he set up an ambush in the town!"

The chubby, chubby face shivered as if following the massage chair. Beads of oily bean-sized sweat kept dripping from his forehead. When he knelt on the ground, Wang Fuchen's voice trembled, but even so, the veins on his forehead were so angry. Wu Sangui, who was jumping straight, was still furious, kicking his chubby body fiercely.

"For an hour, four thousand cavalrymen collapsed in this small dilapidated town. If you dare to come back alive to meet the king, why don't you die together! Where are the swordsmen? Drag things out for this king!"

"My lord, spare me, spare me!"

Almost scared to death, Wang Fuchen slammed his head on the ground desperately, and Ma Bao and other generals beside him also hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"My lord, it's unlucky to change generals just before the battle! Please be merciful, my lord!"

The rabbit died and the fox was sad, even though Wu Sangui was furious, and seeing more than 30 old ministries begging for mercy, he had to sell his face, and reluctantly kicked him over again.

"Go to me, go clean the toilet, I don't want to see you again!"

"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord!"

Rolling and crawling, this Wang Fuchen staggered out of the tent, but as soon as he rushed out of the door, a look of resentment appeared on his fat face again, and he glanced at the tent gloomyly, Wang Fuchen was crooked again. Run to the depths of the barracks.

The next morning.

Another black horn sounded, and it had just rested for one night. More than 30 Wu army infantry moved like a prehistoric beast. Before the battle, looking at the quiet town in the binoculars, Wu Sangui howled cruelly like a dying lone wolf.

"Give me a blast!"

　Madan, the bathroom has been leaking for a whole day, I haven't updated it today, sorry...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)