The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 112
After Zhe Lang finished speaking, he lifted his horse, slapped it, and whipped it hard. He was the first to rush out, and the other nineteen horsemen of the rear Jinbing rushed out like a violent wind and waves, and the formation slowly dispersed.

"Kill them, kill Ding Yi, kill Minggou." Zaba was riding on the horse, staring at Ding Yi closely from behind, thinking something in his heart.

He was very nervous at this moment, he was also afraid that Ding Yi would suddenly turn around and run into the castle, and he was also afraid that Ding Yi would not run, he always felt that it would be more terrifying.

Zhe Lang's horse was getting faster and faster, and when he reached 130 meters, he found that the opponent had already lined up quickly.

"Not good." Zaba from a distance saw that the Ming army had changed from a loose formation to three rows, with the front row kneeling and the rear two standing.

It took less than ten seconds. I had never seen such a quick team change. It looked like the best of the best.

For a moment, he wanted to call Zhe Lang back.

But the cavalry rushed out, just like the arrows in the bow, they couldn't be called back at all.

At this time he called, but the other party could not hear him.

The crazy hoofbeats covered everything, only Zhe Lang's own cry echoed in the air.

"Dajin is invincible, vow to kill Minggou."

"Dajin is invincible." The rear golden cavalry shouted in unison, and the speed of their horses became faster and faster.

120 m.

One hundred and ten meters.

100 m.

80 m.

The two sides are getting closer.

At this time, they had already entered the range of the bow, but they didn't even use the bow. They rushed at a frenzied speed, and they were only a few seconds away.

Zhe Lang already felt that victory was in sight.

Is the Ming army on the opposite side stupid?
Because the distance between the two sides is only 200 meters, their horses have not accelerated to the highest speed at this moment, and the sprinting distance is too short after all.

But for the next 80 meters, from a normal point of view, it can take up to five seconds to reach the front of the Ming army.

Victory is within these five seconds.

Ming Jun's head was already waving to them.

Hou Jinjun's face was full of ecstasy.

But right now.

"Fire" followed Wang Weizhong's order.

Bang, the first row of gunfire on the opposite side was loud.

70 m.

Bang bang bang, at least five cavalrymen fell down one after another.

It was as if they were in a frantic rush, and they slammed into an iron wall. Under the hard impact, the horse rolled down and they flew.

Some people died tragically before they hit the ground, and more people fell to their deaths.

Under such a high-speed impact and fall, even wearing iron armor will be killed or seriously injured.

Bang, the second row of gunfire followed.

50 m.

Seven or eight cavalrymen were swept down again like fallen leaves, and the screams at the scene were intertwined with the sound of horseshoes.

Bang, the third row of gunshots rang out again.

30 m.

Plop, plop, all fell down except one cavalryman.

The last cavalryman continued to charge forward.

20 m.

Bang, Wang Weizhong shot him in the chest.

With a splash, the man flew out of the horse, and the corpse rolled continuously on the ground, rolling all the way under Ding Yi's horse's feet before stopping.

He turned over, his face was just under Ding Yi's feet, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Ding Yi with regret.

It was Na Zhelang.

"嚅" On the field, there were unowned horses screaming, smoke drifted in the air, and there was no other sound on the entire battlefield except for the screams.

Zaba stared behind him dumbfounded.

From the charge to the annihilation of the entire army, it took less than ten seconds.

The last 80 meters, five seconds.

In just five seconds, a hellish passage of death was formed.

Twenty elite Dajin warriors were killed like pigs and dogs in less than five seconds.

He knew that Ding Yi was insidious, and he also knew that Ding Yi was one of the few generals in the Ming army who dared to fight Da Jin bloodily.

But he didn't know that it had only been a few months since they had seen each other, and Mingren, who had only dared to sneak attack in the fort, had dared to face them in a bloody battle in the field.

He used to be a defense officer and only dared to defend in the fort, but now he is the captain, he dares to fight with them in the field, and he will become the general soldier in the future, won't he lead his troops to destroy my Dajin?
If this person is not killed, sooner or later my Dajin will die in his hands?

This strong feeling surged in Zaba's heart again.

He glanced at Ding Yi in front of him in amazement and anger, endless humiliation and resentment welled up in his heart: "One day, I will swear blood revenge."

Driving, he turned his horse's head, no longer had the courage to look at those big gold warriors, and fled frantically.

The battlefield was a mess.

The horses were neighing, and the Houjin soldiers were screaming.

Ding Yi looked calm, while Zhao Dashan looked solemn behind him.

He used to be an archer, and he didn't like to use firearms either.

Since running out from Daxing Fort with Ding Yi, Ding Yi attaches great importance to firearms every time he fights.

After the garrison in Lushun, it vigorously developed firearms.

He didn't understand at the time that most of the post-Jin troops were not killed by firearms.

It was the first time I saw the three-stage face-to-face confrontation today, and I finally understood why Ding Yi attached so much importance to firearms.

"Search the battlefield, watch out for Tartars to pretend to be dead, and make up the knife." At this time, Wang Weizhong gave an order.

The blunderbuss quickly got the order, put away their blunderbuss one after another, and drew out their daggers.

According to the usual training, a group of three walked to the side of the tartar, and first looked at the wounds of the gun. If the wound was in a vital area, there was basically no problem, and if it was not in a vital area, you had to be careful.

Then there will be two people pressing the Tartar wounded soldiers, and the other will directly wipe the neck with a sword, and cut off the head by the way, and then collect the Tartar armor, even boots, helmets and other things.

The armors of the soldiers of the later Jin Dynasty were of higher quality than those of the current Ming army. Ding Yi’s army had been making clothes for several months, but they had not yet been equipped with them. Many people could still use the armor of the Tartars.

Soon, the scene was confiscated.

He got eight intact war horses and received more than 100 taels of silver.

According to the current rules in his army, Ding Yi handed over half to the battalion, and the other half was divided equally among the gunmen who participated in the battle.

The gunmen cheered and were very excited.

Ding Yi said to Wang Weizhong with a serious face at this time: "Brothers are fighting very well. I think some brothers are very sure. They shoot people but not horses, which proves that you usually practice very well."

Wang Weizhong grinned, he is really simple and honest, he was a little embarrassed by what Ding Yi said, and disturbed his head.

After all, most of the gunners were trained by him.

"But the distance of the first shot is open to discussion."

"The Tartars were relatively close to us just now, and the acceleration time was short. If they are on the battlefield in the future and charge a mile away, the speed of the cavalry can be raised to the highest."

"Just now the first shot seems to be close to 70 meters, [-] to [-], and someone rushed out in the end, which is very dangerous." Ding Yi said slowly.

His Lumi blunderbuss can break through iron armor at 100 meters. Wang Weizhong put it too close just now, but considering the low hit rate at 100 meters, it is acceptable.

If you charge one mile away, the speed at the last 80 meters must be like lightning, and the gun will be fired at 70 meters. The Ming army will definitely be rushed.

Wang Weizhong nodded quickly: "Just now, I was a little nervous when I was commanding for the first time. I forgot to look at the distance, and--and there are few Tartar soldiers, and the formation is relatively scattered. I thought, let's shoot closer and be more accurate."

The first wave of shooting was not good just now, and only five of the ten guns were shot, so Wang Weizhong played close to him, and there were also reasons for him to shoot close.

Ding Yi nodded immediately: "What you said makes sense."

"You are gunners, so you need to constantly summarize and find the best shooting distance and timing in actual combat."

He didn't say a word, and immediately agreed with Wang Weizhong's reason, and Zhao Dashan listened with conviction.

(End of this chapter)