Li Zhi saw the arrangement of the Qing army through the binoculars. The vanguard group was arranged in the west wing, and twenty six-pound cannons were placed on the westernmost side. The Krupp Breaking Regiment was arranged in the east wing, and thirty cannons were placed on the easternmost side. After the cannon car was equipped with bearings, its mobility was greatly improved. It could run faster than infantry with six horses. The arrangement was quickly completed.
In order to deal with the cavalry charge, Li Zhi chose a thicker four-row formation and let the infantrymen fire in four turns.
Li Zhi let the spearmen load the bullets and unloaded the cannons from the sports car. After loading the shells, he pushed them away and approached the 8,000 Qing soldiers.
Li Zhi looked carefully through the binoculars. Although the Qing army had just been defeated, they were still very imposing. Especially the 900 vest and 400 white teeth were full of fighting spirit. They rode on their horses and shouted loudly, encouraging the other auxiliary soldiers.
This was a tough battle.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the two armies gradually closed in. 400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters, the Qing army began to accelerate their charge. More than a thousand cavalrymen and more than six thousand infantrymen charged at the Tiger Troop Division, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The battle began.
"Fire!"
Li Zhi gave a loud order. The horn of the central army sounded, and 3,700 riflemen began to fire at the enemy's central army.
The first row of 1,000 riflers aimed at their targets and pressed their triggers. Amidst the crackling sounds of gunfire, a white mist emerged. A thousand bullets rained down on the Tartar army.
The soldiers of the Fan manor had been trained for a long time, and their aim was very good. They could be considered experienced veterans. In addition, the accuracy of the Mini rifle was very good, and the soldiers had a very high hit rate from 200 meters. Moreover, the formation of the Tartars was so dense that many of the bullets that missed hit the other Tartars at the side and behind them. In one shot, 600 Tartar soldiers were hit.
The Mini Bullet was no different from the Grim Reaper to these armored followers and auxiliary soldiers. The Qing army's thin clothes were torn apart by the bullets like paper, and their fragile skin was pierced mercilessly by the bullets. The mini bombs spun with a whistling sound and rushed into the bodies of the tartars like the movement of a blenders, turning the organs they encountered into a meat paste.
More than 200 followers and 300 auxiliary soldiers spat out blood and fell to the ground.
A Zhuanda who was leading the charge was howling in the team to boost morale when he was suddenly hit in the left cheek by a Mini Bullet. The high-speed spinning Mini Bullet instantly shattered half of his head. His brain and blood splattered all over the ground. He fell into a pool of blood with a thud, making the Qing army beside him tremble.
The Qing soldiers who were not hit by the bullets looked at the fallen soldiers in front of them and remembered the massacre in the morning. Their faces turned pale and they slowed down their charge.
However, only four seconds later, the second round of volleys came.
Another round of gunshots rang out, and white smoke rose from the Tiger Division's position again. The smell of saltpeter was getting stronger and stronger in the air. At a distance of 175 meters, another 1,000 bullets were fired at the Qing army.
More than six hundred Tartars were hit. Their bodies jerked, and blood splattered on the bullet wounds. The wound caused by the spinning Mini Bullet was not small. The area was at least ten times the cross-section of the bullet. It created a horn-shaped wound on the human body that was large on the outside and small on the inside. Sometimes, the lead bullets would split open when they broke through the human body, which made the wound even bigger, making it even more impossible to remove the bullets after the battle.
The Tartars and auxiliary soldiers who were hit screamed and fell to the ground.
One of them, Niu Lu Zhang Jing, was charging into the auxiliary troops. He was supposed to hold the line, but he was suddenly hit in the right shoulder by a Mini Bullet. He was wearing three layers of heavy armor, but there was only one layer of cotton armor protecting the joints of his shoulders. His shoulder blade was immediately shattered, and his entire right hand was crippled. Blood gushed out, and intense pain overwhelmed him. This Niu Lu Zhang Jing screamed as he covered his wound and fell forward on the ground.
He did not expect that he, who had swept through the Ming Dynasty several times with the army, would actually be defeated here today.
Thousands of auxiliary soldiers were shocked by the power of the rifles. How was this a battle? This was a shooting squad! No one dared to rush to the front and die. Everyone slowed down their pace. In the end, the entire Middle Corps stopped on the battlefield in fear.
They had already lost their will to fight.
The third row began to fire in unison. Seven hundred rifles spewed out smoke as they fired the last shot at the followers and auxiliary soldiers who had lost their will to fight!
One of the Tartar soldiers was shot in the stomach. The Mini Bullet broke through the skin and drilled into the abdomen of the soldier, turning his intestines into a pile of mud. Blood immediately rushed from his stomach to his mouth. He spat out blood and fell to the ground, dying the land red.
One of the Tartar soldiers was hit in the left chest, and the ironless cotton armor on his body could not stop the Mini Bullet's penetration at all. His lungs were pierced through, and he was minced into a lump of flesh and blood. He was a veteran who had been fighting for many years. Although he had never been selected as a soldier, he had followed his masters to fight in the north of the desert and Liaodong. He did not expect that he would die on the land of the Ming Dynasty today. The pain was so intense that no one could feel it. All the strength in his body was quickly lost like a sponge that had been wrung dry. He fell into a pool of blood.
The third row fired in unison, killing another four hundred Tartars.
The Tartar army collapsed. At this moment, they didn't set up the formation for nothing, and the area behind them was vast. The rifle formation in front of them was too terrifying. In an instant, 25% of the followers and auxiliary soldiers were taken down. This casualty rate had already exceeded the limit that the accompanying and auxiliary soldiers could bear. No one was willing to use their lives to fill the death zone.
The Qing army in front shouted and turned around to escape. The Tartar in the middle was stunned, afraid that the soldiers in front would retreat and expose themselves to the enemy's guns, so they also joined the fleeing team. In the end, the entire team collapsed. All the auxiliary soldiers threw away their helmets and armor and fled north.
The servants and auxiliary soldiers were like a powerless wave. They rushed to the beach for a while before retreating in a sorry state.
More than 5,000 auxiliary soldiers followed him and fled north without care.
Yanguly sighed when he saw the collapse of the Middle Corps.
At this moment, he was personally leading the white-armored soldiers to charge at the west wing of the front line. He was urging his horse to gallop, leading the 402-layer heavy armor Bai Baiya La and the 103-layer armor Fen Bashku to charge at the west wing of the Fan family's soldiers. In order to increase the strength of the west wing's charge, Yanguli had gathered 50 strong Fen Bashku to the west wing and charged together with Bai Baiya La.
Originally, if the Middle Corps could hold on for a few more volleys, the White Armored Soldiers he led could have charged into the ranks of the Ming Army.
The soldiers of the Fan manor were all firearms soldiers who used cannons, so their hand-to-hand combat ability was probably not worth mentioning. As long as the 500 Bai Bai Ya La and Fen Bo Shi Ku charged into the camp of the Ming army on horseback and attacked back and forth, these Ming army would probably only have the ability to escape.
However, now that the middle army had been defeated, the cavalrymen of the west wing could only use their bodies to withstand the firepower of the Ming army.
Fifty steps away from the Ming army, Yanguli saw the Ming cannoneers lighting up the muskets of the cannons.
The Ming army wanted to use cannons against him? How many cavalrymen could those solid bullets hit?
However, Yanguly soon realized that he was wrong. This Ming army was a terrifying force that Yanguly had never seen before, and should not have seen. Those terrible cannons were not solid bullets!
Seventy-five meters away from the Tartar Cavalry, Li Zhi gave a loud order. The horn of the Tiger Division sounded, and the fifty cannons on both sides opened fire. The cannons spat out tongues of fire and shot out shrapnel at the 1,500 Manchurian soldiers charging at the Eternal Army. The cannonball was a cylinder with a thin layer of iron on its outer shell. There were 100 small iron bullets inside the cannonball. After the cannon fired, the barrel at the bottom of the cannonball pushed the cannonball forward. When the shell left the barrel, the cylinder broke, and the bullets inside shot out, forming a round shell-like barrage in the air. This bullet screen would sweep across a conical space with the muzzle as the fixed point, sweeping through all targets in this conical space.
Facing the cavalry who were charging at close range and almost colliding with the cannon, the power of the grapeshot was enormous.
The 20 cannons on the west wing spat out tongues of fire, and 2,000 bullets shot out of their barrels at a speed invisible to the naked eye toward Bai Baiya and Fenboshiku. Although these Qing elites were wearing two or even three layers of armor, these armors were still unable to block the grapeshot at such a close distance. The barrage of bullets sent the white armored soldiers and Fenboshiku in the front row tumbling.
One hundred and twenty White Fangs were hit by the shotgun, and their bodies were pierced with bloody holes. They fell to the ground under their horses. 30 minutes later, Bashku was also shot. Although they had three layers of armor on their bodies, the bullets still penetrated their bodies and damaged their organs, causing them to die on their horses and fall off their horses.
Even their warhorses were shot and fell to the ground, twitching and struggling.
A bearded man, Fenbashiku, was shot. He looked at the two bloody holes in his chest in disbelief and fell to the ground with his horse. Even as he fell to the ground, he still couldn't believe the fact that he was about to die. He was the bravest soldier of the Qing Dynasty and an officer of the Niu Lu Army. He had fought countless battles and killed countless enemies. Today, he had died before he could even touch the enemy.
He opened his eyes wide and spat out a mouthful of blood. He died with his eyes wide open.
One of the white-toothed leaders," Endurance ", who was holding an iron axe, was hit in the left eye by the bullet. The iron bullet immediately penetrated the entire head of the Endurance and flew out from the back of his head, hitting the armor of a white-armored soldier behind him. The strong man died on the horse without a word, and the horse fell down with a plop. The white-armored soldier at the back also let out a miserable cry. He touched the bloody hole in his chest in fear and lay on the horse's back, unable to get up.
With just one shot, 20 six-pounder cannons killed 150 Qing soldiers on the west wing.
If the elite Qing soldiers didn't wear two or three layers of armor to block the bullets, the bullets could have penetrated the first layer of cavalry and pierced the second row of enemies behind, causing even greater damage.
The situation in the east wing was even bloodier.
After the thirty six-pounder cannons from the east wing fired at the same time, the first layer of cavalry of the Qing army was like weeds cut by a lawncutter, all falling down. Not only did the people fall, but the horses were also injured and fell in an instant. Blood splattered everywhere, and after the blood splattered, terrifying bloody holes appeared on the soldier's body. These were the wounds caused by the shotgun pellets.
The 220 Qing cavalrymen in vests who were charging at the front fell. Almost all of them had been hit by two or three bullets.
Zhuanda, a leader in a vest who was wearing three layers of armor, was in front of them. At this moment, he was hit by three iron bullets. The outermost layer of the iron sheet cotton armor, the middle scale armor, and the innermost chain mail were all pierced through. The three bullets pierced through his scarred skin like three swords, tearing open his flesh and blood organs, and finally ended the brave warrior who had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood on the horse's back.
This Zhuanda didn't even have the time to scream before he died on the horse.
When had the other players ever seen such a terrifying weapon? The still alive vest was in a state of panic. He rode his horse to the side of the dead vest's body and was at a loss.
Just as they were hesitating, the 500 musketeers in the fourth row of the Krupp Breaking Regiment opened fire.
At a distance of seventy-five meters, the well-trained Krupp Breaker Regiment almost never missed a shot, hitting more than four hundred people in armor. The bullet broke through the armor and rushed into the flesh under the armor hungrily, spinning unscrupulously.
Screams could be heard as more than 400 men fell off their horses. At this distance, the Mini Bullet could penetrate two layers of armor and kill the armored soldiers. More than 400 armored soldiers who were shot were either dead or injured, and all of them lost their combat ability.
The alternate accounts were defeated.
The 1,600 Yellow Flag players were now left with only 300 or so people. The players were completely crippled. Even the dozen or so Zhuanda leaders who were still alive lost the morale to charge into the formation. They turned their horses around and fled into the distance without caring about anything. The other avatars were even more flustered. They even threw away their weapons, hoping to run faster.
The Qing army in the east wing no longer existed.
However, Bai Baiya and Fenbashiku from the west wing were more motivated.
They were attacked by the shotgun shells, but they still maintained their morale. They did not stop in front of the bodies of the soldiers and horses killed by the shotgun shells. Instead, they circled around the bodies and rushed toward the Vanguard Selection Group 75 meters away. Although 150 of them had been killed, this elite Qing cavalry was still full of killing intent. The heavy sound of hooves on the ground was like rolling thunder.
"Mount the bayonet!" Li Zhi shouted.”
The bugle horn sounded, sending Li Zhi's order to the vanguard selection group. Previously, Li Zhi had already explained the operation steps to the officers at all levels. At this moment, the officers at all levels heard the horn and loudly ordered the soldiers in the second and third rows who had already fired their guns to install their bayonet. They let the first row who fired first continue to load the ammunition at the back, and let the soldiers in the fourth row who stood at the front prepare to fire.
At a distance of 70 meters, Bai Bai Ya La and Fenboshiku fired a rain of arrows at the vanguard selection team.
Miserable screams rang out as more than fifty soldiers of the Edge Selection Group were shot by the Tartars.
After shooting an arrow, the elite Tartar troops from the west wing scattered and charged at the two thousand infantrymen from the west wing of the Vanguard Selection Group, as if they wanted to destroy the Vanguard Selection Group in one go.
Seventy meters, sixty meters, sixty meters away, the soldiers in the fourth row opened fire.
At a distance of 60 meters, the 500 Mini Bullets seemed to have eyes as they shot straight at the chest of the 400-odd white-armored soldiers and Fenboshiku. At a distance of 60 meters, the Minnie Bullet had astonishing lethality. Regardless of whether the opponent was a white armored soldier with two layers of armor or a Boshiku with three layers of armor, the Minnie Bullet could penetrate the armor and kill the enemy.
One of them was shot in the left side of his waist. The bullet broke through his three layers of armor, penetrated his skin, and entered his kidney. Although the three layers of armor had reduced the lethality of the bullet, the spinning bullet still destroyed the officer's kidney. An unbearable pain came from his waist, and this Fenbashiku could no longer continue fighting. With a scream, he fell off his horse.
A white-armored soldier was hit in the left chest. The outermost layer of thick white scales could not save him, and the layer of refined chain mail inside could not block the spinning bullet. The bullet spun into the heart of the white-armored soldier, turning this vital organ into a pool of blood. If this warrior of the Qing army, a White Armored Soldier who was skilled in battle formations, managed to charge into the formation of the Tiger Troop, perhaps even five or six Tiger Troop soldiers would not be able to stop him. But now, before he could even touch the enemy, he was hit by a minnie bullet. His horse trembled for a moment before losing all its strength, and he fell off the horse with a plop.
Yanguli rode on his horse. His face was pale, but his eyes were bloodshot.
He had lost too badly in this battle. The auxiliary soldiers were defeated, the armored soldiers were crippled by the shotgun and musketeer, and even the most elite White Tooth was severely injured by the shotgun. Bai Baiya rushed over 30 steps away from the Ming army and was shot dead by the Ming army. At this point, only about 60 cavalrymen were still alive.
Because they were blocked by the hundreds of cavalrymen in front of them, these sixty elites managed to survive the Ming army's fire.
Yanguli let out a long sigh. He had led his troops to attack, but he had broken the entire yellow flag under the Ming army's city. The True Yellow Flag was crippled. After this battle, how many years would it take for the True Yellow Flag to recover its vitality?
Where did this Ming army come from? How could the Ming army have such combat strength? Why did he encounter such a Ming army? If the Ming army had a few more such troops, wouldn't our Qing Dynasty not dare to take a step into the pass?
Yanguli couldn't understand.
Yanguly was at the back of the cavalry of the west wing and was supposed to guard the formation. But in front of him, Bai Bai Ya had all been shot down, and there was no longer any cover in front of him. Suddenly, a Mini Bullet whizzed through the air and drilled into Yanguly's left arm. Yanguli felt a chill on his arm and a sharp pain came. He knew that the bones in his left hand had been broken.
Yanguly gritted his teeth and endured the pain as he continued to ride his horse forward.
Yanguli wanted to make a final gamble. He raised his saber with his right hand and led the remaining 40 or so White Ivory Labradors and 20 or so Fenbashikus to charge into the Ming army formation of the Fan manor.
The Ming army had already fired all their firearms, and now the Qing warriors could finally charge into the enemy's ranks.
After losing so many warriors, even if he could return to Shengjing alive, the Emperor would never let him off. It would be better to die here, in front of this group of Ming soldiers with unimaginably fierce firepower.
If they charged over like this, perhaps they would have a chance to crush these Ming soldiers who were not good at fighting? These Ming soldiers had always been using firearms to fight. They did not have any long weapons with them. They would definitely not be able to withstand a single blow from the cavalrymen in close combat! These Ming soldiers couldn't possibly use handguns to fight against the elite cavalry of the Qing Dynasty, right?
Yanguly was like a gambler who had lost all his fortune, betting his fate on the last coin. He endured the sharp pain in his left hand and led the last sixty cavalrymen to rush to the front of the Ming army. He was about to ride his horse into the four-tiered formation of the Ming army.
Under Yanguli's lead, the last sixty or so Tartar elites had forgotten about their lives and charged at the vanguard group.
However, what greeted them were a thousand gleaming bayonet blades.
It was a wave of daggers that made the Qing army despair.
The soldiers of the Vanguard Selection Group were mostly veterans. At this moment, they were holding more than a thousand sharp knives and lined up in front of the formation, blocking the charging path of Bai Bai Ya La and Fenboshiku.
Bashku made up his mind. With the chainmail on his warhorse, he roared and charged into the group of daggers, knocking away a soldier of the Vanguard Selection Group. He charged into the formation and swung the axe in his hand, cutting off the left hand of another soldier. However, he soon regretted his bravery. Seven or eight bayonet blades stabbed at him from all directions. He dodged two or three of them, but he was still stabbed by the other five. The high-quality bayonet forged by Su Gang suddenly broke the armor of this Fenboshiku and tied him to his horse.
More than 20 Bai Bai Ya La and Fen Fen Bo Shi Ku directly charged into the formation and crashed into the group of daggers. They were sent flying and injured more than 40 soldiers of the Vanguard Selection Regiment, but they were immediately stabbed into a hornet's nest by the daggers.
The remaining 40 or so Qing cavalry patrolled in front of the formation, trying to find a safer entrance to cut into the formation, but the waiting bayonet formation did not give them a chance.
Yanguli rode in front of the Vanguard Selection Formation with red eyes. He would occasionally threaten the Ming soldiers with his bayonet formation. However, the Ming soldiers had clearly undergone long periods of training and had a good reaction. As soon as Yanguly approached them, they collectively stabbed their bayonet at him, forcing him to retreat with five or six sharp bayonet.
Yanguli's left hand was bleeding from the gunshot wound. He had lost too much blood and was in a daze.
Could it be that today was over?
How did these musketeers attach their swords to their muskets? Who taught them? This dense bayonet formation forced him to be unable to charge into the formation. The last sixty elite cavalry finally rushed to the front of the Ming army but did not gain anything.
The 12,000 Yellow Flag troops that he had brought with him were all defeated at the gates of the Fan manor just like that? The 40,000 Ming slaves captured a few days ago could only be returned to the Ming army? His entire battle result was to kill and injure more than forty Ming soldiers?
His left hand was crippled. If he escaped back to Shengjing, would the emperor spare his life? Impossible, the loss of the True Yellow Flag was so great that the Emperor would definitely kill him in a rage.
Yanguli roared with red eyes, full of unwillingness.
He suddenly saw the Ming soldiers in the back row raise their muskets again. The Ming soldiers in the back row were about to shoot again. Yanguly knew he was going to die.
He would kill a few Ming soldiers before he died so that he would not be laughed at by the warriors of the Qing Dynasty on the road to the underworld.
Yanguly rode his horse into the bayonet formation and knocked away a soldier who was holding a bayonet. Yanguly roared and slashed at a Ming soldier on the right with his right hand, killing him across the chest. The surrounding soldiers gathered around and stabbed at Yanguli with their bayonet.
Yanguly roared and rolled off his horse, dodging the bayonet. In terms of close combat, these Ming soldiers were far inferior to him. Just as he was about to brandish his saber to fight again, he suddenly saw the Ming army around him suddenly retreat in unison, leaving him in the middle. Yanguly looked up and saw a dozen muskets aimed at him.
Yanguly rolled on the ground, trying to avoid the muskets.
However, it wasn't easy to dodge these dozen guns. With a series of gunshots, Yanguly was shot with a few big holes and slowly fell into a pool of blood.
Manqing Dynasty super grade public Yang Guli, died in front of the Huben division.
Seeing the leader of the Qing army killed, the surrounding soldiers of the Vanguard Selection Group were excited. This battle was completely won!
Gunshots rang out from the Vanguard Selection Group, and the last 40 Qing elites were all killed.
At this point, the Qing army with the yellow flag was completely annihilated.
The battlefield was littered with the corpses of three thousand Tartars, like a slaughterhouse. Next to the Tartar's corpse, the blood from the gunshot wound flowed down and formed a small pool. The smell of blood seemed to have materialized and lingered in the surroundings, making people feel uncomfortable breathing. Only when the wind blew past did the taste improve slightly.
The Qing army's losses in this battle were even worse than disastrous.
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