Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 713 Death Attack
The final battle of Emperor Napoleon was like this. The Duke of Wellington of the British army led the main force to camp on the hills and high ground near Waterloo, entangled the main force of the French army, and Marshal Lucher of the Prussian army regrouped after being defeated by the French army. The talented emperor delivered a fatal blow.

Although I have not suffered a blow to the head now, and I will be brave after knowing my shame, Li Dingguo's Seventh Front Army, Lu Xiangsheng's Fifth Front Army, Li Tiezhu's Second Front Army, and Huang Degong's Third Front Army have a total of 52 divisions and more than 16 troops. He set off from Raozhou with high spirits, took the official road of Xingyu, and attacked Yugan from the side.

There hasn't been a decent battle for more than half a year. I was on the battlefield and watched the navy fight lively. These armies were just like Wang Jian's army that destroyed Chu back then, turbulent and eager for a battle.

But Wu Sangui is not without opportunities. Li Dingguo and other ministries took Yuxing Road, along the commercial road from Jingdezhen to Huguang, which required a long detour. 16 people were dragging cannons, and there were tens of thousands of civilians behind. Less than Yugan, but on the front, Song Qingshu's army only has less than half of Wu Sangui's army. Before the encirclement circle is formed, Song Qingshu's first front army will be defeated and Raozhou will be taken, then the whole battle will be revived.

Without choosing to retreat, Wu Sangui fully revealed his ambition and madness.

"Come on! Beheading the first level will reward you with a hundred taels of silver, and the one who takes down a high slope will be named a marquis!"

Ma Bao, Wu Zhimao, Xu Shang and other generals of the Wu army all fought for their lives. The whole army of the Wu army was pushed between Poyang Town and Lianhua Mountain. The battalion was used as a unit, and the two regiments formed a charge. Amidst the shouts, groups of Wu Jun's foreheads were covered with sweat, holding firecrackers, waist knives, and crossbows, walking up the queue tremblingly.

However, this formation is quite sparse. The charge in Poyang Town yesterday has already cost Wu Jun a bloody price. Only with an interval of more than 200 meters can there be a regiment of 600 people, and a front of about 3000 meters can only invest 7000 people at a time. This time Even if Song Qingshu's cannons occupy the absolute dominance, their lethality against the Wu army is limited.

However, the offensive line is more than 1000 meters away, and it is still climbing. Under the cover of dense forests, it seems that the countless swaying plants are the Ming army. There are not many teammates around, and a strong sense of loneliness surrounds my heart.What's more, the howling shells kept passing by, and from time to time they exploded into a group in the team, and several teammates fell down in a bloody mess. This kind of psychological pressure was extremely terrifying.

Moreover, Wu Jun did not have such strong political beliefs as the American Confederate Army in the Civil War, and Wu Sangui did not have the personality charm of the Confederate Commander Robert Lee. Often, a regiment had just walked halfway, and a shell hit the team, and there were 400 soldiers left. The regiment of many people collapsed, throwing away their armor and armor, scattered in all directions and fled out in horror.

However, Wu Sangui set up a large number of law enforcement teams behind the army. Most of these battalions that retreated did not end well. Those who ran in the front were directly knocked down and beheaded on the spot, while those behind were driven to the battlefield again.

Qin Hui has three good friends, and Wu Sangui does have several powerful troops. The fiercest battle took place in the northwest near Yuntou Peak, the main mountain of Lianhua Mountain. Under the bombardment of roaring and precise rifled artillery, a full six battalions were composed of old people from Liaodong. The Warrior Battalion broke into the Ming army's position on the top of the hill, under the overwhelming gunfire, and carrying the military flag, rushed into Song Qingshu's defensive position on the top of the hill.

The formation of the Ming army was not perfect. 10 people were deployed on a line longer than five kilometers. Although the firepower was guaranteed, the single line was very thin. Only the third division of Qihuo was facing Wu Sangui's warrior camp. The defensive forces of the three battalions fell into fierce hand-to-hand combat in the low wall of the trench after the gunshots in front of the formation disabled the opponent's first two regiments.

"kill!"

In an extremely strong Liaodong accent, dodging an oncoming gun, a veteran of Wu Sangui and Ningyuan directly slammed into the bayonet of the Ming army who was advancing with a gun, and the three bayonets pierced him completely. Amid the howls, it seemed to be his nephew, a young Wu Jun turned his ax with tears in his eyes, and the tiger roared and knocked the Ming army on the far side to the ground.

Fenghou is too far away, even if he is defeated, he is still an official Fenghou, but 100 taels of silver is enough for some poor soldiers who only have a knife left to exchange for their lives. Although they are on the opposite side, Huaxia People never lack the courage to sacrifice themselves to make their families happy, not only on the battlefield, but also in later generations of gold diggers who went to the east of the Guandong, some people even sacrificed themselves and hid the gold powder they had finally picked out from the mines in their stomachs. Let the fellow villagers return to their hometown with their corpses, build a house and buy fields for the family.

Even the veterans of the Third Begging Division were overwhelmed by this kind of life-changing dispatch. Numerous corpses were piled up in the trenches and tunnels. The bayonet retreated for the first time. More than 200 people fell in hand-to-hand combat. The trenches were completely occupied.

However, Wu Jun was so sad that he followed the wrong marshal, and in the hope that his nephew brought him home to buy land, he chopped off the head of the second Ming army. With a puff, a ball of blood hit his back blow out.

In an instant, time seemed to slow down. The young nephew was astonished, full of disbelief, and turned his head with difficulty. Behind him, an unknown number of reinforcements from the Ming army rushed out from the left side of the ditch, shooting at close range, right in front of him. , an equally young Ming army was standing up with a flintlock gun emitting white smoke, using a cleaning rod to tamp the gunpowder, while the other two Ming soldiers before and after were holding their guns and were about to fire.

Puff ~ puff ~
Two blood holes exploded out of his chest again. Wu Jun, who didn't know whether he was called Jiafu or Jiacai, fell to the ground on his back, and loaded his rifle again.

General Zhou Yuji of the First Front Army personally commanded, and the Qihuo 200st Division, which was not attacked from the bend of the spoon, was drawn out to act as a temporary firefighting team. It was so close that it was almost face-to-face shooting. More than [-] members of the regiment fell down immediately, and the warrior battalion that had been fighting hard finally collapsed, dragging their scarred bodies, and the remaining hundreds of people collapsed and fled down the mountain, leaving behind a lot of blood along the way.

There was no time to chase after him. Two miles away, another red flag symbolizing danger was raised high from the treetops. With the panting soldiers, Zhou Yuji roared and ran out again.

If the main formation of the Ming army is only in a slight crisis, then Zhao Sheng, who lights the lamp in Poyang Town, can be regarded as dancing on the tip of the knife. Most of the artillery support was attracted by the Wu army who came from the foot of the mountain to attack the main formation. Nearly [-] Wu army infantry rushed into the town. In the middle, there was a fierce exchange of fire among the wreckage of the street.

"66!"

Yang Yong, the leader of the skirmisher squadron, once again retracted his head into his hiding place. Behind the narrow broken wall, while muttering, he used a bayonet to carve a new line on the densely packed wall behind him. stand up.

In order to facilitate shooting, the Ming army now uses paper shell bullets, wrapping the fixed gunpowder in kraft paper, pouring one end into the barrel, and stuffing it twice with a cleaning rod. The ammo was stuffed into the innermost part of the barrel by the cleaning rod, and the whole process took about 12 seconds, the speed of a standard skilled soldier.

But when he poked his head out again with the murderous aura from hell, Yang Yong's eyes suddenly shrank.

Not far away, the barricade has been completely caught in melee combat. On the street, a six-pound eagle cannon hangs its head on the ground, begging for help.On the other side, roaring, eleven or twelve Mongolian cavalrymen ferociously raised their whips, screamed like ghosts, and rushed towards the barricade where they were fighting hand-to-hand.

With a bang, the spinning Mini bullet easily hit the thigh of a Wu army infantryman who was going to grab the cannon. The spinning and tumbling bullet caused a horrible laceration. The man screamed and lay down in front of the cannon. When the second Wu army infantryman beside him reacted, Yang Yong, who rushed out from the corner, pierced his heart with a bayonet. He pulled out the bayonet, turned around and stamped his foot down neatly. Wu Jun's neck tilted to the side unnaturally, but the pain ended.

"Quick! Quick!"

He didn’t feel the pleasure of killing the enemy at all. He used a wooden pestle to tamp the gunpowder into the gun barrel and stuffed it with shotgun. Seeing the sparks from the fuse, Yang Yong’s eyes almost burst into flames. Those who were fighting were his comrades, fellow countrymen, and others. In his team, every minute, someone is dying.

Boom~ The cannon cart roared, 28 small shotguns whizzed into the left side of the galloping Mongolian cavalry, eight Mongolian cavalry and their horses were torn apart, their bodies were covered in blood, and the few remaining frightened Yelling and running backwards, Yang Yong finally heaved a sigh of relief and lay down on the hot gun barrel.

But when he raised his head again, he was stunned again. The barricade that was still noisy just now was the last person left. The bayonet was stabbed down, and the whole person relied on the bayonet, so he never moved again.

There were messy corpses all over the ground. He had a squadron of 50 people, and the living Yang Yong didn't know if there were five or six.

The red-hot iron bar was stuffed into the gun hole and twisted, and the artillery was completely jammed. He patted the shoulder of the young man who was still alive, and Yang Yong, with the gun on his back, rushed towards a nearby low wall again. Turning over, almost as soon as he passed, a group of dozens of Wu Jun came running over with spears and broadswords...

From the dawn of the morning to the last ray of sunset into the horizon, the bloody day was announced to stay overnight. At this time, the dense forest on the Lianhua Mountain had been shattered by the artillery fire of the two armies. As for Poyang Town, I don’t know about hundreds of years. The historical ancient town has been completely erased from the map, and there is no longer a single intact building in the town. However, listening to the panicked and exhausted shouts of his own soldiers who hurriedly escaped from the town, seeing the smoke still rising, In the dark ruins, Wu Sangui's face showed an unprecedented violent look.

(End of this chapter)