The Tartars couldn't run fast on the winding path between the pits and were still within the firing range of the musketeers. The fourth volley began. A hundred and twenty meters away from the rear of the Tartar, seven hundred Mini rifles spat out their tongues of fire, shooting deadly Mini bullets at the fleeing Tartar. The cone-shaped bullets pierced through their armor and helmets, killing another five hundred Tartars.
Two hundred people who were fleeing were shot. Many of them had already been shot several times and were bleeding too much. They fell to the ground and died. More than 200 Infantry Beetles were also shot. The bullets hit their armor and made a splash of blood. They penetrated their armor and drilled into their bodies, killing them on the ground of the Fan manor.
One of the Fenboshiku was shot in the thigh bone, and his left leg bone was immediately broken. He screamed and fell to the ground. Fenboshiku was a military officer second only to Niulu Zhang Jing. He was usually considered a high official with more than 100 people. However, at this moment, countless Qing soldiers ran past him, but no one cared about him, let alone carry him.
This Fenbashiku gritted his teeth and crawled up. He screamed as he jumped towards the camp to escape.
The Tartars were still on the run, and the massacre continued.
When the last of the Tartars were 140 meters away from the city wall, the second round of shooting began. Another 1,000 gunshots sounded.
The fleeing Tartars were like reeds blown down by a strong wind, falling to the ground one by one.
One of the fleeing vests was hit in the back of the head. With a bang, his skull was broken, and his brain and blood burst out. He fell into the hole in front of him.
A fleeing Beetle was hit in the left shoulder. The bullet spun and pierced his body, shattering the bones in his left shoulder and crippling his left hand. He screamed and fell to the ground.
A vest who had been shot in the stomach was running away while holding his stomach. He had just been shot in the stomach, and his face was already pale due to excessive blood loss. His feet were deep and his feet were shallow, but he was suddenly hit in the back by a flying bullet. The bullet broke through two layers of armor and pierced his left back, causing blood to spurt out. In the end, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, clutching his back.
The armored beetles who were charging at the front were originally the most proud warriors of the Qing Dynasty. At this moment, they were like refugees who had been driven away. They ran like wolves in large and small pits, dying hundreds of times on the land of the Fan family manor. At this moment, 2,000 of the Tartar's armored soldiers had already been killed. Almost all of the 40 strong armored soldiers had died at the gates of the Fan manor.
Whether you were weak or brave, you were all equal in front of the Mini Rifle.
If one shot couldn't solve the problem, then two shots would do.
With great difficulty, the vanguard of the Tartars escaped from the pit and fled a hundred steps away from the city wall. The fleeing Tartars glanced back and thought that they were safe.
However, the rifles on the city wall started firing again from a hundred steps away.
Another wave of screams rang out as more than six hundred Tartars were shot.
The mood of the Tartars could no longer be described as panic, but fear. The person standing on the city wall did not seem to be an enemy, but a god of death. He could actually kill people from a hundred steps away! The Tartars looked as if they had seen a ghost and frantically fled back the way they had come.
The ground was littered with the weapons and banners of the dead Tartars. The bodies of the Tartars were piled up on the road at the edge of the pit. The blood flowing out of the bodies gathered together and flowed like a stream. Many Tartars tripped over these corpses and fell to the ground.
The vanguard of the Tartars had fled two hundred meters away from the city wall, but the Ming soldiers on the city wall were still shooting, like divine soldiers!
The last round of shooting was aimed at the Tartar deserters 190 meters away. Bullets flew like raindrops, hitting another six hundred Tartar soldiers.
Two hundred heavily armored soldiers were shot, but they had already escaped to a safe distance. After the bullets penetrated two layers of armor, they had no penetration power, so their injuries were lighter this time. However, the 300 or so soldiers who did not have any armor were unlucky. They were instantly hit by Mini's bullets, and their organs were crushed. They spat out blood and died.
The Ming army could actually kill people at this distance? Was this still Great Ming's army? The Tartars no longer had any courage. They threw away their flags and ran back, hoping to save their lives. The eight thousand Tartars that were still alive were like eight thousand crabs that retreated into the sea without any order. They carried Bai Bai Ya, who was unable to stop the fleeing, and ran towards the camp a few miles away.
Yanguly and a few generals stood in the middle of the retreating soldiers on horseback. Their faces were pale and they could only sigh. How could these fleeing soldiers still look like the warriors of the Qing Dynasty? How could they look like the victorious army that swept through Liaodong, Mobei, and the Ming Dynasty? Now, these scattered soldiers were like a motley crew whose souls had been taken away, as if the people on the city wall were invincible demons.
How could the Ming army on the city wall be so strong?
This was the Wei Army of Great Ming? Even if the Great Ming Empire's Nine Border Troops were here, Yanguli was confident that he could take them down. However, if he encountered the Ming soldiers on the city wall, he would only be beaten up.
In this battle, the losses of the True Yellow Flag were shocking. Especially the 2,000 Beetle charging at the front! These carapaces only had a layer of cotton armor inlaid with iron plates. They suffered the most losses, and almost all of them had died below the city walls. 2,000 armored soldiers, all of them were Great Ming's hundred battle warriors, and they were all gone!
The situation of the elite vest was slightly better. They had two layers of heavy armor, so their losses were slightly less. Six hundred people were killed, and more than a hundred were seriously injured and could no longer fight.
Many of the guards behind the bugbears had also died. A total of 1,200 had fallen below the city walls.
In this siege, the Qing Dynasty had lost nearly four thousand warriors.
These were all warriors who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They were all battle-hardened warriors, but they had all died under this Ming army city.
After this battle, the true yellow flag was almost crippled.
As Yanguli thought about it, his old eyes became redder and redder, and finally two tears flowed out.
I wonder what the news of the emperor's success will be like? Was he so shocked that he couldn't speak, was he going to whip himself in anger, or was he going to shed tears for the warriors of the Qing Dynasty like him? He was a high-ranking official and could not attack the city for the Qing Dynasty. He had lost 4,000 Qing warriors under an isolated city because he did not predict the enemy well.
He was ashamed that he was one of the dukes of Baylor, and in the end, he ended up like this.
Yanguli's tears rolled down his face and he could not stop for a long time.
On the side, Melljangin sighed and said slowly,""Super Duke, the defeated soldiers have all fled into the camp. Let's retreat too!”
Yanguly closed his eyes to stop his tears. After a long time, he opened his eyes and turned his horse around. After riding a few steps forward, Yanguli turned his head to look at the northern wall of the Fan manor and asked Maile Zhangjing,""What is the name of the general of the Ming army of the Fan manor?”
"A guard officer. We didn't pay attention to him before, so we didn't have any information!”
"If the Ming army leaves the city to fight with us, what will be the result?" Yanguli asked with a sigh.”
"The fighting skills of our Qing Dynasty warriors far surpass that of the Ming army of the nine sides, let alone this Wei Suo army. If they were to fight head-on, the Ming army would be crushed by the Qing warriors!”After a pause, this Maele Zhangjing said hesitantly,""It's just that this army is too powerful. Our army has just been defeated, and our morale has suffered a setback. It was also very possible that they would be defeated by the cannons halfway, and the outcome was hard to predict.”
Yanguly nodded and took a deep breath.
The strength of this Fan Manor Ming Army was truly shocking. Even if it was the Great Qing Army's best field battle, Yanguli didn't have the confidence to win.
After returning to the camp, Yang Guli had no intention of staying in Fan Manor any longer. He immediately encouraged the scattered soldiers to break camp and head north. The losses of the True Yellow Flag were too heavy, and the warriors no longer had the will to set off, so it was not suitable to fight anymore. They should guard the north with peace of mind and safely send the tens of thousands of people and materials they plundered back to Shen Yang.
Although they had lost close to four thousand people, with these forty thousand Great Ming citizens as slaves, the True Yellow Flag's blood essence could slowly recover. This trip to the capital region of Great Ming was still worth it.
With tens of thousands of Ming people in custody, Yanguli's team slowly left Fan Village and headed towards Baodi. The Qing army marched very slowly as they escorted the crying citizens of the Ming Country. These Ming Country slaves were already malnourished and weak. Now that they were being escorted by the Qing soldiers, they were walking in a shallow manner. Every mile they walked, a few people would fall.
The Qing army would stab the Ming slaves who had fallen a few more times to make sure they were dead before throwing them on the road.
However, Yanguli was not afraid of encountering the Ming army. The Qing army had won more than 20 battles this time. Except for the battle at Fan Manor, the Great Qing army had never lost. Yanguli did not believe that any Ming army would dare to challenge him.
Even if he encountered 10,000 Ming soldiers, even if he had to rely on his half-destroyed True Yellow Flag, Yanguly was confident that he could defeat them. After all, he still had 400 White Ivory Cavalrymen and 900 elite soldiers. If these elite cavalrymen charged forward, even 10,000 Ming soldiers would be crushed. The six thousand auxiliary soldiers also had a combat strength that surpassed the average Ming army.
Those guards of Da Ming had never been able to withstand a single blow. Yanguli didn't believe that the guards near Tianjin would dare to challenge him.
Yanguli understood the other Ming armies, but he underestimated the courage of the Fan family's Ming army.
Yanguli walked north for ten miles, and suddenly, there was a cloud of dust behind him. The fifty scouts suddenly ran back. The leader of the group, a Zhuan Da, jumped off his horse and half-knelt on the ground, saying loudly,"
"Sir, the Ming army from the Fan manor has charged out!”
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Li Zhi looked at the corpses of the Tartars on the battlefield and ordered the soldiers to go up and deal with them. They killed the heavily injured Tartars, cut off their heads, and removed their armor.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Li Zhi found that he had actually captured 4,007 heads, and most of them were the heads of the elite Tartar armored infantry. He had beaten the yellow flag half to pieces. Since the Battle of Sa Er Hu, no Ming army had obtained so many Tartar heads on the battlefield. If these heads were handed over, it would definitely be a great victory, a great victory. Promotion and wealth were inevitable.
He wondered if He Shishou's Tianjin would ask him to give his head to another general. Lu Xiangsheng said that it was a rule in the army to divide the military achievements. He didn't think he was lying to him. He estimated that TJ would be no exception. The head would probably still be divided. With so many heads, all the officials and generals in Tianjin would be promoted.
The officials of Tianjin had picked up a huge bargain.
Li Xing and the other high-ranking officers were extremely excited. They surrounded Li Zhi and chattered about the results of this battle.
"Big brother! This time, the Tartars have been beaten up badly by us!"
"Sir, we only lost four people this time!" Zheng Kaicheng said with a smile. Two were lightly injured and two were heavily injured."
"The Tartars have fled to the north. They don't dare to go any further south!" Zhong Feng said excitedly.”
Li Zhi looked at the retreating Qing army and asked,""Why are the Tartars retreating so slowly?"
Li Laosi frowned and said,"Boss, the Tartars are holding tens of thousands of Ming people. These people are walking slowly!"”
Li Zhi thought for a moment and said,"Let's go save these people of Ming Dynasty!"”
The high-ranking generals were stunned for a moment before they reacted. "Are you talking about fighting the Tartars?" Zheng Kaicheng stammered. Your Excellency, the Tartar's ability in the field far surpasses our soldiers!”
Even Zhong Feng, who usually liked to shout and kill, said,"Milord, wild battles are the Tartars 'forte. The Tartars still have 8,000 soldiers. It will be very dangerous for us to kill our way out!”
"While the Tartars are defeated and discouraged, I want to annihilate them in the wilderness." Li Zhi said lightly. Gather the troops and follow me to the expedition!”
"I've already made up my mind. Don't say anything more!" Li Zhi said in a deep voice.”Lin Feng nodded his head in satisfaction. He was very optimistic about Li Zhi.
The officers looked at each other and did not dare to say anything else. They could only go down and gather the troops.
The horn sounded, and the Eternal's 3,700 riflemen and 300 artillery quickly assembled. Li Zhi rode in the front row and ordered his guards to raise the Li banner high as he led the troops to chase after the Tartars with the yellow banner.
After walking for three hours, Li Zhi caught up with the slowly advancing Tartars.
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Yanguli was furious at Li Zhijun who had caught up.
This Ming army had killed 4,000 Qing Dynasty warriors and earned enough battle merits from him. Yet, they were still not satisfied and wanted to kill him. Could it be that this Great Ming army was going to force him to spit out all the people, wealth, and silk that he had plundered, so that he could only escape back to the north with the remnants of his soldiers?
If that was the case, Yanguly would have lost his men for nothing. In this way, not to mention the other seven flags, at least the yellow flag would be beaten by the Ming army and would not dare to enter the pass easily in the future.
If he sent these 40,000 people to Shen Yang, even if he lost his soldiers, he would have an explanation. At most, the Emperor would strip him of his title. If he abandoned these people of the Ming Country and lost 4,000 warriors for nothing, the Emperor would definitely throw him into prison on the spot.
Who was the general of this Ming army? You want my life?
This Ming army is too arrogant. Don't they know the reputation of our Houjin and Qing armies? A mere 4,000 soldiers dared to challenge 8,000 Qing soldiers? Even if I, Zheng Huangqi, just lost a match, it's not something that 4,000 Ming soldiers can challenge. Although he had lost the siege in the morning, he still had 400 White Ivory Teeth and 900 Vests. These valiant soldiers all had two layers of heavy armor. If these elites charged into the formation and fought, even ten thousand Ming soldiers would be crushed.
Yanguli's fierce and combative personality occupied his mind again. He turned his horse around and glared at the Ming army that was slowly chasing from afar. He shouted,"All troops, follow me to the south to kill the enemy!"
A group of soldiers shouted loudly and rushed to their own soldiers to mobilize the army.
The bugle sounded and the war drums sounded. Four hundred white-armored soldiers with yellow flags and nine hundred armored soldiers mounted their warhorses, preparing to charge into the formation like cavalry. The 2,800 armored soldiers and 4,000 unarmored auxiliary soldiers also turned to the south to meet the enemy as infantry.
Yanguli's golden dragon flag slowly moved to the south, leading eight thousand warriors to the south. The Great Qing Army's white-armored soldiers were in the west wing, the armored soldiers in the east wing, and the infantrymen in the middle. They advanced together in the wilderness to meet the challenge of the Fan Manor's 4,000 Ming Army.
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