Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 759
Hou Fangyu, the prince of the south of the Yangtze River who wanted to make meritorious deeds, avenged Daming and Song Qingshu, had pus dripping from his wound, and maggots dropped along the way, and he was dragged down like a dead dog. Jiannu didn't have a field hospital as complete as Daming What's more, for the speed of the raid this time, it is necessary to sacrifice supplies. Medicine bandages are also non-essential items outside of war, and are not considered by the regent. It is estimated that what awaits him is festering in the wounded barracks, breaking out of tetanus, and finally dying.

Fortunately, no one cared about him. Li Xiangjun had long forgotten him as a selfish and flirtatious lover. As for the Qing side, Hou Fangyu just hung up a flag calling on Han landlords to act as lackeys. This flag was broken. Throw it away and hang it up again. Anyway, despite such a catastrophe, there are still 3000 to [-] million Han people in the north, and they don’t have to worry about lackeys.

However, in the early morning of the next day, the main force of the Qing army still made the same mistake as Hou Fangyu. The genius had just started to shine, and it was more than 20 miles long, divided into left, center, right, front and rear. The cooking smoke was burning, and in the steamer, hot big steamed buns were continuously distributed, and the Mongols had unlimited meat and jerky, even if some soldiers couldn't eat it, they were stuffed a little by their Jiala.

Breakfast is the most important meal for the army. Even in the era of hot weapons, fighting for a whole day is a huge physical exertion, especially when the fighting is intense, there is no time to rest and eat. This meal sustains energy, which is very important to Dorgon today.

Hou Fangyu was defeated very badly. His [-] cavalry did not escape. Thousands of cavalry, surrounded by the army and entangled with bayonets, could not escape. However, there is a premise that the Ming army must have enough infantry. The number of soldiers was several times that of Hou Fangyu. It was impossible for Dorgon not to know that it was definitely not a small Ming army standing in the trench in front of him.

But Dorgon couldn't retreat. This time the Southern Expedition finally seized the opportunity of Song Qingshu's entry. The main force of the Ming army was not there, and it was Zhengbaiqi Hutuha who was guarding the Chongqing government. His confidant was defeated in the Songjin battle Hong Chengchou's brave general, this person would not lie to him no matter what, and he would never believe it anyway. In just ten days, Song Qingshu was able to get the news and came back with the army.

Unless he can fly!
Since Song Qingshu is not here, no matter how many troops the Ming Dynasty has gathered here, Dorgon must defeat them. If not, the population of the Southern Ming Dynasty is at least tens of millions, and the population of the Northern Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty plus Mongols is less than 4000 Wan, if his generation does not take action, according to the current development trend, even if the Ming people would not go to the Northern Expedition when he was alive, they would not report the hatred of Sarhu and the previous Zhengming massacres in the customs. This generation of sons who hate him It must be paid back!The Qing Dynasty will surely perish.

And personally speaking, if Song Qingshu is not around, Dorgon will not be able to deal with a Jiangnan, and his prestige as the regent will definitely be hit like never before. The Eight Banners military system, if the leader can no longer bring benefits to the bandits under him, then he will definitely be abandoned by these bandits who are greedy and dissatisfied!

The learning ability of the Qing army was excellent. Under the supervision of the French instructors, these braided soldiers also built fortifications. Under a tunnel with a sunshade, Dorgon, who was unwilling to eat, had a pair of vulture eyes. Staring at the silent Ming army position in the binoculars.

In this dead silence, swaying human heads popped up from under Wang Wishing. Twenty battalions of the Beiyang New Army each took out a regiment of 500 people to form the 25th year of Chongzhen in August, which was enough to reverse the situation. The first vanguard of China's last 500 years of historical war.

I have already experienced the power of the Ming army's artillery fire. The twenty Qing army regiments were scattered extremely loosely. A group of eight people pulled out a distance of seven or eight meters, carrying a French slide bayonet rifle, and ran forward cautiously with their waists down. So, these people can be regarded as selected warriors. As they advance, they stare cautiously and fiercely at the side of the trench. Once someone comes up, they will shoot.

But less than 200 meters away from these vanguard infantry, a guy wearing a steel-lined officer's helmet and a black officer's cloth visor had an unshaven beard, so he threw the can aside and wiped it sloppily. The sour soup juice of fish in tomato sauce was on his mouth, and he burped full of fish smell, which made the face of the opposite guard turn black, and he tried not to spit it out.

"What a fucking mess!"

After wiping off the fish soup on the knife, Li Dingguo slumped on the edge of the ditch, picked up the binoculars, and looked at the sparsely braided soldiers. His mouth grinned uglyly. With a dissatisfied stomach, he muttered and cursed.

It's rare that he, the vanguard, was tossed about.

It was absolutely a miracle for Chongzhen 25 years ago to return to Yingtian, which is a full 25 kilometers from Chongqing, Sichuan, and then to the front line of Lianghuai, but after [-] years of Chongzhen, this has become the norm. The Han Railway was repaired.

Thousands of carriages pulled by hundreds of locomotives can travel more than 300 kilometers in one day and one night. The 24 troops gave up most of their supplies and armored vehicles and loaded lightly. In fact, they arrived at Yingtian Railway Station in just five days and five nights. This is why Song Qingshu must wait for the railway to be repaired before he is willing to fight the Qing army.

The extraordinary ability to transport troops allows even Daming, which has mostly infantry, to gather an incomparably impressive troop at any point in the empire at a speed far exceeding that of the nomads. , 39 troops blocked Dorgon here tightly.

For these soldiers, it is not necessarily a benefit. In order to increase the efficiency of this transportation, the trains are hung like those of the later generations, and there are roof seats. A train carriage of [-] people is almost the same. It’s not enough to fill half of the division. Those who hang outside may be better. Those who are squeezed inside have no place to go to the toilet. Many people urinate all over their pants, which makes their crotches yellow and sweaty. Foot odor, that smell is enough to drive a normal person crazy.

Many people swear that they never want to see this crap again in their lifetime when they get off the train.

Fortunately, they don't know that there is such a thing as luck in later generations.

Li Dingguo was like this. He was sent by Song Qingshu to share weal and woe with the soldiers. Even if he was treated a little bit preferentially, he was tormented enough. When he got there, he was busy digging trenches. At this time, this great Ming sword, seeing the braided soldiers, unexpectedly has no desire .

Seeing that the commander of the front army didn't let out a fart for a long time, but the staff on the side was in a hurry. The little boy who graduated from Yingtian Military Academy also turned into a little black face at the moment, pushing the glasses on his face, and shouted anxiously .

"General, if you don't make a decision, the braided soldiers are about to rush over. Will our army shoot to stop it?"

"Fuck that!"

While the staff officer's eyes were staring straight, Li Dingguo took out a cigar recently made by the West India Company from his arms, lit it with a flint, and at the same time, the imperial hero cursed impatiently with eye circles.

"The commander-in-chief has an order. He must fight fiercely and resolutely, but not expose too much strength of our army, so that Dorgon Tartars can't figure it out. Once the cannon is fired and the cannon position is exposed, that kid still has to pee. The pants are gone."

Only seven or eight years ago, no general of the Ming Empire dared to boast that Dorgon peed his pants after beating him, but now, this seems to have become a matter of course in the Ming army. Only Chinese soldiers have the spiritual background of a powerful empire, and it has begun to thrive.

I am not afraid to fight with you!
"What are you still doing in a daze? Didn't the old man put that bird man in Bayintu under our army? Tell that bastard to kill them!"

Unable to bear the stupidity of this newly released staff officer, Li Dingguo spit out eye circles again, Li Dingguo cursed impatiently, but this finally gave the rookie a clear way, eyes straightened again, and the newly released staff officer trotted all the way into the room. In the trench.

At this time, the vanguard skirmishers of the Qing army had already approached the trench defense circle less than 100 meters, and they were more cautiously bracing their waists. Every new Beiyang army was wary of the coming gunfire of the Ming army.

As it was feasible, a member of the old Haoqiang team who had been under Li Zicheng's command and finally joined Jiannu suddenly raised his hand in surprise, stopped the team, lay down on the ground, and after a while, his body was full of Unprecedented fear appeared on the wrinkled and knife-scarred face, and he turned around and yelled loudly.

"Gather! Gather! It's cavalry, damn cavalry!"

Almost before the words fell, in the originally neat trench, pieces of jointed wooden boards were placed neatly at the entrance of the tunnel. Then, amidst the vigorous roar, the murderous Ming army light cavalry roared and charged. out.

20 years before Chongzhen, the Ming Empire was inferior to the Qing army and cavalry strength, but since 20 years, the balance has slowly begun to tilt.

Song Qingshu has a colony in the New World of North America. There are millions of wild horses galloping in the vast grasslands there, especially Indian tribes who are good at riding horses. More than 7000 Indian cavalry are serving, and the number of mercenaries who came to Ming Dynasty is even more, no less than [-] to [-].

Even if Song Qingshu is willing, he can establish a cavalry division of [-] divisions, but the cost performance of cavalry has dropped far, so it is unnecessary.

The loose formation of the Qing army is a smart move. Facing the carpet-like artillery fire of the Ming army, it can obviously reduce casualties. However, when encountering light cavalry at such a distance, the disadvantages are completely exposed. A single infantry has no way to compete with a group of cavalry. Compete!
The scene that the Qing army had staged countless times on the battlefield was completely reversed by the Ming army.

Some Qing soldiers were terrified with their guns and bayonets in their hands, but their heads were chopped off by the cavalry saber who roared in. Some experienced soldiers simply threw their guns and turned around and ran away. After running a few steps, he was also grown up from a small horse. The Indian mercenary cavalry warrior chopped down from the back with a knife, and two cavalrymen set out from the two wings. They seemed to have their heads shaved along the way. Corpses were strewn all over the field, and finally gathered in the center. In more than 20 minutes, the [-] Qing troops lost at least two or three thousand, and the rest were routed. Looking through the binoculars, those strange cavalrymen with bird feathers on their helmets held up their bloody The saber roared and flaunted its power, Dorgon's handsome but sinister face was distorted as if it had fallen from bird droppings.

"fire!"

The two words were almost squeezed out between his teeth.

(End of this chapter)