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Chapter 158

Mangurtai's combat intention is obvious. He not only wants to defeat the strong army, but also prepares to completely wipe out the strong army.

This point coincides with Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng used the binoculars to watch the enemy's encirclement gradually close, curled his lips in disdain, and was not in a hurry.

There are less than 7000 people in Zhenglanqi.

Zhao Cheng now has more than 300 people under his command.

He was on the defensive again, ready to fight.

Twenty Napoleon guns, more than 1000 Minie rifles, plus anti-tank repelling horses, electric cat and mousetrap...

People in the Zhenglan Banner dare to charge and die.

Not to mention the arrival of the eight banners, at least two banners must come to make Zhao Cheng fearful and consider breaking out and retreating.

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"These smart dogs don't run away or enter the city, and dare to rely on the high ground to stick to it. Could it be that he thinks that with these 1000 people, he can stop the attack of our Zhenglan Banner warriors?"

Sitting on his horse, Manggurtai looked at the high ground where the strong army camped, with anger on his face.

Qiangdijun didn't even run away, he felt that this in itself was a humiliation to him.

"Master, be careful! This Ming army is weird. You see, they threw those iron hedgehog-like things on the hillside.

The servants who escaped from Zuo Nuomu said that they were stopped by these iron hedgehogs, unable to advance or retreat, and could only become targets for the Ming army to shoot. "

Tun Bulu pointed to the anti-tank repelling horse on the hillside and reminded.

"Ok!"

Mangurtai nodded.

"So many iron hedgehogs are all made of iron? This must be as tall as a person, right? How much refined iron will it consume? How could this Ming army be so rich?"

He was puzzled.

The former Ming Dynasty was indeed rich.

What impressed him the most when he was a child was that the officials from Ming Dynasty who came to collect taxes and reprimanded them were lofty and clear-cut.

But later, Daming became poorer and poorer.

Not only getting poorer, but also getting weaker.

Those soldiers were all dressed like beggars, and their combat effectiveness was vulnerable.

On the contrary, their Jurchens, all of them have armor in battle, not a few of them are double-armored, and some even criticize triple-layer armor.

Now a Ming army suddenly appeared and threw such a big iron hedgehog all over the ground...

Some are beyond their cognition.

"That's fine. Take them down, these iron hedgehogs are ours! With so much refined iron, how many armors and swords can be cast?"

Mang Gurtai raised his chin slightly.

"The night is full of dreams, we can't delay any longer. If Huang Taiji finds out that we have lost the battle, they don't know how they will deal with us.

We can't give him this chance, we must annihilate this Ming army and hold the Hongyi cannon in our hands before he reacts.

Tun Bulu, you take the lead and attack the Ming army head-on.

Aibali, you lead two Niulu to prevent the Ming army in the city from coming out to respond.If they dare to come out, they will beat me severely.

Leng Sengji, you lead one of your men and horses, go around to the back of the high ground, and attack from the rear.

Dege class, you lead one of your men and horses, go around to the east of the highland, and attack from the east. "

Mang Gurtai issued a series of orders one after another, and one by one his subordinates followed the orders and left.

The battle begins soon.

The Tartars rushed up to the high ground from three directions at the same time.

As the saying goes, if there are tens of thousands of people, there is no limit.

Standing on the high ground, watching the thousands of Tartars below encircle all sides and rush up at the same time, the sense of oppression is extremely strong.

The slope of this highland is not too big, but this slope is no longer suitable for horses to charge.

What's more, there are anti-tank refusal to block the way.

The Tartars fought on foot.

One by one, the tartars in cotton armor and armed with various weapons roared and rushed forward.

tom tom tom!
The Napoleon guns fired first.

The first wave of attack is the solid bullet, because the solid bullet hits the furthest.

The iron ball roared down, and some unlucky ones were hit directly.

The powerful power of the shells interrupted people in the middle.

There was little rain in Xuanfu Town, and the ground in early summer was hard. After the shells hit the ground, they bounced up again and rolled away.

Wherever they pass, people turn their backs on their backs and make a way directly.

Zhenglan Qi made preparations when charging, and deliberately spread out.

Even so, after one round of attack, the loss was heavy.

tom tom tom!
Just after the first round of shelling, the second round has already begun.

"kill!"

The infantry roared and rushed forward.

Then, it was hit by rounds of artillery fire.

"How many Hongyi cannons did this Ming army equip?"

Mang Gurtai watched the battle from a distance, his eyes were red.

As soon as they entered the range of six or seven hundred steps, the Ming army began to fire.

To be able to hit so far and be so powerful, this is definitely the Hongyi Cannon!
The point is that the artillery fire is too dense.

Mang Gurtai made a rough estimate. Without one or two hundred Hongyi cannons, it would not be able to unleash such power.

But how is this possible!
Adding up the top and bottom of the Ming Dynasty, can there be a total of one or two hundred Hongyi cannons?

How could they all be transported here, gathered on this small hill?

"Could it be that this is a trick of the Ming army, that the old emperor of the Ming Dynasty wants to seek a decisive battle with our Eight Banners here?"

This thought flashed in Mangurtai's mind.

Soon, however, he shook his head and put the thought behind him.

They are not ignorant of the Ming court situation.

On the contrary, the Ming court was completely infiltrated by them, and many merchants passed on news to them.

Now the Ming court is concentrating on encircling and suppressing the bandits in the Shanxi area.

They have never heard the news of the Ming court mobilizing the army!
If the Ming court really wanted to fight the Eight Banners decisively, they would definitely not be able to rely on Xuanfu Town's troops.

It is necessary to mobilize troops from all over the country.

Let's not say whether the court has so much money and food, and whether it can afford a war of this scale.

It is impossible for them to hide the big movement during the transfer process, and it has already been spread.

"It's so weird!"

Mangurtai couldn't figure it out at all.

However, one thing is certain, there are not many Ming troops on this highland, only more than 1000 people.

"No matter how much the price is paid, we must take this highland! These red barbarian cannons must be in the hands of Zhenglan Qi!"

Mangurtai growled.

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"Master, this can't work! The warriors have lost too much. Moreover, everyone is wearing armor and charging from such a distance, and they are exhausted before the battle. This battle cannot be fought!"

A Niu Lu's forehead was really sweaty, crying.

Tun Bulu's face was livid.

He was in charge of the frontal charge, and this battle was different from what he thought from the very beginning.

He has also been fighting for many years, but facing this Ming army, he is like a novice on the battlefield, and his previous experience is completely useless.

There were still six or seven hundred steps between the two armies, and the opponent began to shell, and the firepower was intensive and continuous.

Tun Bulu had to order the warriors to start charging.

The distance of six or seven hundred steps...

The warriors are all in armor!

Especially the elite Ba Yala, all of them are wearing three layers of armor, plus weapons, bows and arrows... carrying dozens of catties.

Usually, they only start to charge when they reach about [-] paces.

Now I started charging at a distance of six or seven hundred steps, and I was exhausted when I really got close.

As that Niu Lu Ezhen said, this battle cannot be fought.

But it won't work if you don't charge.

Minggou's cannons are too powerful. If they take their time here as targets, they may be defeated before reaching the normal charging distance.

There is only one way to go, and that is to push forward as soon as possible and narrow the distance between the two sides as soon as possible.

"You dog slave! Do you want to disturb my army's morale?"

Tun Bulu stared.

Knowing that Niu Luer was really telling the truth, he had to scold the other party.

"Rush! Let me rush! Our entire Zhenglan Banner warriors are here, and the master is watching from behind. If we can't even win a thousand Ming troops, wouldn't it be a joke?"

All the Bajala were at the back, wearing bright battle armor and holding long swords in their hands.

If they dare to hesitate, they will step forward with a knife.

Bayala is the most elite Jurchen soldier. They are responsible for charging at critical moments. Wearing three layers of armor, they can almost ignore the attacks of firecrackers and bows. to the decisive role.

They also have a more important role on the battlefield, which is to supervise the battle.

Those who dare to fight, they don't need to ask more questions, they can kill them on the spot.

As soon as Ba Yala made a move, the effect was very obvious, and the speed of charging was greatly accelerated.

……

"Flower bombs! Quick! Change to flower bombs!"

In the Qiangdi army, the gunner roared, cleaning the barrel and filling the bullets.

boom!
With a roar, the Napoleon cannon retreated several meters under the huge reaction force.

Immediately, a gunner stepped forward, pushed the cannon straight, and adjusted the position of the cannon according to the location of the bombardment...

Eight artillerymen waited on a round of Napoleon guns, still very busy.

boom!
The second shot fired again...

The gunners are relatively proficient in operation, and the rate of fire can reach two or three rounds per minute.

A shell roared and smashed into the crowd of Tartars.

The flower bomb exploded, shrapnel flew around, and the Tartars were thrown off their feet.

Ping Pong Pong!

The infantry began to shoot.

The accuracy of the Minie rifle was quite high, and the bullets roared and flew towards the Tartars.

One by one, the Tartars were shot and fell down screaming.

Every step forward, the Tartars have to pay the price in blood.

Erden wore a blue cotton armor on his forehead.

He is Ba Yala under Zonuomu.

But since he was defeated with Zonomu, he was assigned to Tun Bulu and became an ordinary armored man, no longer the most elite Ba Yala.

What frightened Erden was that he had to go to the battlefield again to face the terrifying Ming army.

When the familiar sound of guns and guns sounded, Erden trembled all over his body.

All of their Jiala warriors died under the sound of gunfire!

But he didn't dare to retreat, because there were Ba Yala supervisors behind him, if he retreated, those Ba Yala would definitely hack him to death without hesitation.

Erden'er used to be a Bala, and he was too familiar with this kind of operation.

Erden's forehead was covered with sweat, and every step he took was cautious.

Fortunately, he was lucky and rushed within two hundred steps.

On the hillside, there are "iron hedgehogs" everywhere.

These iron hedgehogs are almost as tall as a person.

When they were charging, they had to bypass these iron hedgehogs, and their speed became extremely slow, and the companions behind caught up.

The originally loose formation became crowded.

As soon as a shell fell, scores of people were killed.

This small position is like a meat grinder.

Erden did not dare to charge forward, nor did he dare to retreat, he tried to hide behind the iron hedgehogs as much as possible.

The iron hedgehog was not enough to block his figure, but fortunately it also provided him with some cover.

Just now a bullet flew over and hit the iron hedgehog, saving his life.

Every second on the battlefield is a torment for Erdener.

He now has no hope of capturing this highland of the Ming army.

He just wanted the battle to end as soon as possible, and that he could survive until Lord Baylor ordered the troops to withdraw, which was the blessing of the shaman god.

Erden noticed the changes in the people around him.

At the beginning, each and every one of the clansmen roared, extremely angry.

What they look down on the most is Minggou.

Their entire team of Zhenglanqi pressed up, but they couldn't beat more than 1000 Minggou?

This is absolutely unacceptable.

However, the artillery fire was too violent.

The people around him fell one by one, and the expressions of the living people gradually began to change.

They are getting scared!

Jurchen warriors are not afraid of death.

But they haven't come to the enemy yet!Before the bow and arrow could hit the enemy, he was inexplicably killed.

They are walking like that, and their lives may be taken away at any time...

This is simply too scary!
Zi la la!
A group of the most valiant armored men rushed to within a hundred paces without fear of death. Then, white lights suddenly appeared on their bodies, and they collapsed convulsively, their bodies stiffened.

Seeing this, a tribe behind them stretched out their hands to pull them. As soon as they touched them, their bodies immediately glowed white, thick smoke rose, and their bodies fell stiffly.

"Ghost!"

"There's a ghost!"

"These Ming troops are ghosts! They know magic tricks!"

"..."

Suddenly, the Jurchen team collapsed.

ghost!
Only this explains it.

As soon as someone shouted, the idea immediately spread throughout the army.

Where do all the Jurchens look brave and fearless?

All of them were pale, as if they were experiencing the most terrifying thing in their lives.

This Ming army was so weird from the beginning.

If it wasn't ghosts, how could they be so powerful?It took their lives at such a distance!

"Great opportunity! Blow the charge! The whole army puts up bayonets and charges!"

Zhao Cheng seized the opportunity and gave an order.

Only by counter-charging at the right time can the results of the battle be maximized.

The trumpeter promised, stood up immediately, held his head high, and blew the charge horn:

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep

All the sergeants of the Qiangdi Army and the Huai'an Army immediately put their bayonets on their guns, rushed out of the position with their bayonets in hand, and began to charge.

"kill--"

Shouting and killing.

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep

Accompanied by the sound of the charging horn, more than 1000 soldiers, wearing mandarin duck battle jackets, rushed forward without hesitation like a red flood bursting its embankment.

The moment Erden heard the sound of the trumpet, his whole body trembled, and his ghosts froze.

"Run! The Ming army is charging! We won't be able to escape any later!"

Almost like a conditioned reflex, Erden turned around and ran away.

He was so impressed.

In the last battle, after the sound of the loud trumpet sounded, the Ming army rushed out like crazy.

Erdener escaped by luck.

Now... here it is again!

This devilish trumpet sound.

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep

The trumpets were still sounding, and Erden was terrified.

This is the song of death!
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"Ming Jin!"

Mangurtai's face turned ashen.

Looking at the clansman all over the mountains and plains, being chased by the Ming army like a lost dog, his mood was simply terrible.

In the past, they were the ones who hunted down the Ming army.

Now, let's say they were hunted down.

This is simply unimaginable.

You Ba Yala wanted to kill the deserter and control the situation, but someone took the opportunity to kill him instead.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

This is an iron law, almost unavoidable in any army.

Fortunately, Zhenglan Qi had the absolute upper hand in the number of people.

Mangurtai still has a Jiala man beside him, who is now dispatched to restrain the deserters.

Standing on the high ground, Zhao Cheng watched the situation of Zhenglan Banner with binoculars. Seeing where Mangurtai Dazhao went, deserters gathered and the formation stabilized, he could only sigh softly.

"Blow the rallying call!"

Don't be too greedy.

The strong army won the battle.But after Manggurtai gathered his troops, he still had the advantage in numbers.

As long as the opponent organizes a certain number of cavalry to countercharge, the strong land army will be at risk of defeat.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

When the assembly horn sounded, the soldiers ended their pursuit, cleaned up the battlefield, and returned to the high ground. The voice of cheering for victory was deafening.

Mang Gurtai watched from afar with an extremely gloomy expression on his face.

Counting the number of people, he actually lost more than 1000 people in this battle.

Ever since he heard the title "Strong Land Army", they were facing the blue flag as if they were cursed.

A cow record was lost for the first time.

For the second time, General Suo Nuomu and five Niulu's men were lost.

This time, more than 1000 people were lost, and there are probably no records to be removed...

More than 3000 horses before and after...

There are only more than 8000 horses in Zhenglan Qi!

Now, it has lost nearly half of it.

Tun Bulu, who was in charge of the frontal attack, was carried back.

He was shot in the chest, his whole body was stained red with blood, and his face was sallow.

"Master, the strong land army knows sorcery... is invincible. Retreat!"

Tun Bulu's voice was weak.

"Bold!"

Mangurtai was furious.

"Tun Bulu, you are a waste of incompetence and lost the battle. Without self-reflection, you still want to disturb the morale of our army! Take it down! Dismiss your post of Gushan Ezhen!"

Abali and Leng Sengji listened, feeling a little sad in their hearts, sad for the death of the rabbit.

Tun Bulu fought head-on, not because he was brave, but because the enemy was too strong, he was defeated.

Surviving a near death, being seriously injured, and even being deprived of his position...

Tun Bulu's subordinates suffered heavy casualties and were deprived of their posts. If they want to stand up, it is hard to beat the sky, and it will be completely over in the future.

"Who dares to mention the matter of retreating troops, this is the end!"

Mang Gurtai said.

He didn't want to fight either.

Their Jurchens were originally few in number and could not bear too much damage in battle.

But he didn't retreat.

Nearly half of his Zhenglan Banner has been destroyed. If he goes back now, Huang Taiji will definitely seize the opportunity to seize his position as the Banner Leader.

(End of this chapter)