Back to the end of the Ming Dynasty to engage in infrastructure construction

Chapter 175 Outbreak
"Oops! We've been tricked! There's an ambush!"

Niu Dali's face changed slightly.

Although their equipment is advanced, there are only 700 people.

Tens of thousands of troops came suddenly, all of them were elite cavalry, all wearing thick cotton armor, and the dead soldiers who rushed to the front were holding iron knives and sledgehammers...

There is a clear view here, and there is no position to block it.

The power of the cavalry charge can be said to be brought to the extreme.

Niu Dali and the others were battle-tested, and it was obvious at a glance that the cavalry could not be stopped by the firepower of their rifles.

The difference in the number of troops is too great!
"My lord, hurry up! We are the queen!"

Niu Dali held the rifle in his hand, his eyes were a little red.

In case something happens to my lord, there is really no redemption for a hundred deaths.

The happiness of the people of Qiangdi all depends on the adults alone!

"Let's go? It's not us who should go!"

Zhao Cheng smiled.

"Everyone, dismount! Prepare to fight!"

After giving an order, without further ado, Zhao Cheng exchanged for more than a dozen Napoleon cannons and put them on the ground.

Then, Da Ma ran out a hundred or two hundred steps away, and began to arrange anti-tank refusal horses in circles.

Wherever the horses passed, anti-tank horses appeared out of thin air one by one.

In the eyes of everyone, this series of operations is simply magic.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The soldiers of the strong land army, who seemed a little flustered just now, suddenly boosted their morale and shouted for victory.

Are they still afraid of losing the battle with Master Zhao, who knows immortal arts?
Zhao Cheng arranged countless anti-tank refusals in a row.

At this time, the Tartars gradually ran to a distance of several hundred paces.

Yue Tuo personally led the troops to charge, he was almost dumbfounded.

I thought it was a battle to be won.

On this vast grassland, with a clear view, the power of cavalry charges can be infinitely magnified.

Even if this Ming army can fight, I'm afraid it won't be able to stop them.

However, he saw from a distance that where Zhao Cheng passed by alone, anti-tank refusal horses appeared out of thin air.

This is no small object!

Each anti-tank repelling horse is as tall as a person and has a huge body.

Although the distance is a bit far away, it is not very clear to see, but this Ming army marched lightly, and it is almost certain that they definitely did not carry such heavy equipment.

"Is the inheritance of Zhuge Wuhou so magical? So many subway hedgehogs can be conjured out of thin air!"

Yue Tuo gasped.

I've heard rumors of this kind of thing before, and thought it was just a rumor.

Unexpectedly, it actually happened.

Fortunately, they still have a chance.

The surrounding terrain is vast and flat, which is very convenient for cavalry to charge.

Yue Tuo now understood the firepower of this Ming army, and he was confident that as long as the cavalry charged, they would definitely be able to break through the opponent's defense.

"Kill! Whoever can rush into the camp of the Ming army first will be rewarded with 500 taels of silver, given the title of Batulu, and directly sealed the cow record!"

Yuetuo shouted.

This Ming army is a strong enemy of their Dajin Kingdom, threatening their survival of the Dajin Kingdom.

As long as this Ming army can be wiped out, no matter how generous the reward can be given.

When this reward was given out, the elite of the two red flags suddenly seemed to go crazy.

It's true that it's straight to seal the cattle record!
Niu Lu Ezhen, already a very important mid-level general in the Dajin Kingdom, has a very high status.

It's enough for them to fight with their lives for a single bull.

Rumble!
Tens of thousands of cavalrymen trampled on their horseshoes like a thunderclap, the ground was trembling, the dust was steaming, and the momentum was terrifying.

tom!
tom!
tom!
Napoleon's cannon fired, and solid shells hit the cavalry group one after another. A cavalryman connected to his horse was smashed to pieces, his bones were broken, and he was turned on his back, with constant roars and screams.

However, on the battlefield, this does not stop the courage of the elite charge of the two blue flags.

The number of strong land troops is too small and the firepower is insufficient. This is the most fatal shortcoming.

Seeing the Tartar cavalry charging and approaching quickly, the sergeants of the strong land army also began to get nervous.

Approaching the range of the anti-tank repelling horses, one of the cavalrymen rushing to the front waved a rope like a horse, trapping each of the anti-tank repelling horses, pulling them away.

The anti-tank refusal horse is welded together by six iron pieces, the shape is stable, and it is not easy to be pulled away.

But the Tartars obviously had experience and knew that these things were there, which would have a great impact on their attack, so they were determined to pull them away. If one horse couldn't do it, two horses were trapped at the same time and dragged away. .

At any cost, they cleaned up the anti-tank refusal horses one by one, creating conditions for the cavalry behind to charge.

The development of the battlefield situation is becoming more and more unfavorable to the strong army.

Zhao Cheng was not in a hurry. Seeing that the number of anti-tank repelling horses was getting better and better, and when the Tartars were getting closer, Zhao Cheng walked to the periphery of the camp, selected containers one by one in the system mall, and started exchanging them.

Amidst the loud noise, containers appeared out of nowhere.

One after another, forming a circle.

In just a moment, a small fortress with a radius of several hundred meters took shape.

Zhao Cheng was on the outside and made another circle.

Two layers of containers are pasted together to form a city wall.

Zhao Cheng chose large containers, each more than 13 meters long, [-] meters wide, and [-] meters high.

Two side by side, the width reaches five meters.

The Napoleon artillery is placed on the container, and there is no problem at all.

Thus, the Tartars watched helplessly as a small city three meters high, five meters wide, and several hundred meters in radius appeared before them.

A series of cannons are erected on the top of the city.

The Ming army lined up neatly, and rows of black guns were aimed at them.

"Ghost!"

"Black art! Black art!"

"..."

Amidst the howling of ghosts, foxes and wolves, the Tartars' psychological defense instantly collapsed.

How is this played?
People can create a city out of thin air!

Not to mention ordinary bannermen, even Yue Tuo's complexion changed drastically, and he felt cold all over for a while.

"This person surnamed Zhao is really a demon alive?"

Conjuring a city out of thin air, isn't this something ordinary monsters can do?
"Master! Let's go!"

A guard pulled Yue Tuo, turned around and ran away.

In a daze, Yue Tuo was dragged away by someone.

The tens of thousands of elite soldiers on the two red flags fled quickly, like wolves running like hogs, cavalry one by one, all over the mountains and plains.

Fortunately, a group of troops came towards us soon, and the disintegrated army was quickly restrained.

Dai Shan straddled his war horse, looking at the disintegrated army, his face was gloomy as if dripping water.

Set up an encirclement circle and ambush the Ming army... This idea was conceived by him, Yue Tuo and his son.

They gathered all the elite cavalry of the two red flags, thinking that they could complete their merits in one battle.

If what Huang Taiji couldn't do was done by their two red flags, their prestige would be greatly enhanced.

Yue Tuo led the charge, followed by Dai Shan.

He had foreseen all kinds of situations, and he had also thought of defeat.

But no matter what, I never thought that this was just the beginning of the charge, and it collapsed immediately.

This is tens of thousands of cavalry!

"Yuetuo! What's going on?" Daishan was furious.

This is too careless!

700 cavalry were dispersed by [-] people in one encounter, which is unreasonable anyway!

"Father! That Zhao is a monster! He actually built a city out of thin air. There are red cannons on the top of the city.

We can't break through the city at all! "

Yue Tuo's voice was full of tears.

That's horrible!
He has never fought such a miserable battle in his life!
700 cavalry, charging [-] people on the opponent, were defeated in one face-to-face, and tens of thousands of cavalry rushed wildly, covering the mountains and plains... What kind of situation is this?
"nonsense!"

Snapped!
Dai Shan slapped Yue Tuo hard.

"Where is there such a thing as creating a city out of thin air? That's just Zhuge Wuhou's blindfold!"

Daishan's body trembled slightly.

He knew that what Yue Tuo said was absolutely true.

However, he can't let the news pass on, he must stabilize the morale of the army.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

At this time, cheers came from afar.

Daishan sat on the horse and looked into the distance.

A few miles away, where the Ming army was stationed, a city actually appeared.

Daishan looked there, unable to believe it for a long time.

Finally, he took a deep breath before ordering his soldiers to be restrained.

……

Strong army.

Zhao Cheng watched the Tartars retreat, but did not chase after them.

He asked his subordinates to take good precautions to clean up the battlefield.

Bring back all kinds of trophies and sell them to the system mall on the spot.

There are many corpses lying around in disorder.

A battle didn't take long, but the Tartars left more than 1000 corpses behind.

These corpses were piled up together, doused with gasoline and burned to prevent the spread of the disease.

After cleaning the battlefield and watching the Tartars regroup in the distance, Zhao Cheng did not rush to catch up, but let the soldiers start cooking.

On the container, iron pots were set up one by one, and the large pieces of meat in the pots were stewed, and the aroma permeated the air.

The seven hundred sergeants all ate large pieces of meat, plus a bottle of beer each.

Don't drink alcohol in war.

But a bottle of beer won't affect anything.

On the contrary, it can boost morale.

Since the expedition to the strong land, the soldiers have been fighting day after day. Although they have won battles one after another, they still have a lot of mental pressure and need to release it.

Eating meat and drinking, singing military songs, the atmosphere is extremely joyful.

The men and horses of the two red flags advanced a few miles away and settled down, unwilling to leave, and did not dare to attack.

They suffered successive defeats, and their morale was already low.

Now, watching the Ming army a few miles away eat meat, drink, and sing songs, they look very happy.

On the other hand, each of them has a handful of fried noodles... because of the lack of food, two handfuls of fried noodles have been reduced to a handful.

As a result, they were even more demoralized.

Just after eating, the Ming army began to attack and harass them.

Taking small flags as the unit, they came galloping on horseback and shot at them hundreds of steps away. The bullets roared, and people kept getting shot and fell down.

But their bows and arrows didn't have enough range to fight back.

Someone rode angrily and wanted to chase or drive away the Ming army. When the Ming army saw someone dispatched, they turned around and left.

The Ming army is fast, and they can often return to the new city very smoothly.

There was a flag Ding who was in a hurry to chase, and got too close, but was shot to death by random guns.

If the two red flags were sent out to detect, the Ming army would immediately release a similar number of Yebucha.

In the past, the sentries of the Eight Banners chased the Ming army's night without stopping.

Now, it is Yebushou of the Ming army who can easily kill the Eight Banners sentries.

The Ming army had hand guns, which could be fired one after another and were extremely powerful.

Eight Banners sentinels are no match at all.

After a few rounds, no sentinels dared to come forward.

And if they didn't send out sentries, the Ming army's small teams would pass by one by one, harassing them from a distance, and firing guns hundreds of steps away...

It's not just a matter of poor rest.

The firecrackers of the Ming army were so powerful that the bullets flew around, and anyone who showed his head would become the Eight Banners.

Even if they don't show their heads, the Ming army keeps attacking the tent...

Soon, Daishan and Yuetuo couldn't take it anymore and began to retreat.

"Hahaha! The enemy is here to harass me! Master Zhao is really a master in the art of war! Even if Sun Wu is reborn, he is no match for Master Zhao!"

The strong soldiers all laughed.

This battle was fought so happily!
They only have a few hundred people, but they can lead the Eight Banners army by the nose and play with the Eight Banners army in the palm of their hands.

When the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy is stationed, we disturb, when the enemy is tired, we fight, and when the enemy retreats, we pursue!

Mr. Zhao's military theory has been put into practice very well.

The soldiers became more and more proficient in using it, and they admired Zhao Cheng more and more.

In the hearts of everyone, Zhao Cheng is really a god!

When Zhao Cheng woke up at dawn the next day, he got a report that the two red flags had withdrawn overnight.

Zhao Cheng took his time and continued to chase with his men and horses.

This time, along the way, Zhao Cheng saw corpses lying on the side of the road from time to time, or some soldiers who fell behind.

After sending a military doctor to check, Zhao Cheng's face became serious.

Pimple disease!
Some of those corpses were wounded in battle and died of serious injuries on the way.

Others died suddenly along the road because they got pimple disease and couldn't get treatment or even rest.

The soldiers who fell behind were almost in the above two situations.

For the injured stragglers, Zhao Cheng confiscated their weapons, treated their wounds briefly, gave them some anti-inflammatory drugs, and told them to head towards Guihua City.

Zhao Cheng now has only 10,000 soldiers, and if he wants to chase the [-]+ army of the Eight Banners, he must not take prisoners.

If these soldiers are willing to go to Guihua City and contribute to the construction of Guihua City, he doesn't mind sparing their lives.

As for those laggard soldiers who had pimple disease, Zhao Cheng was not polite, and killed them directly, burned their bodies, and buried them on the spot.

There is nothing to be courteous about these Tartars.

"The outbreak of the plague came earlier than expected. It seems that the plague has already spread among the Manchurian army!"

Zhao Cheng muttered.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Cheng raised the hygiene standards of the whole army again.

Every soldier has to wear a mask, and the mask needs to be replaced at noon, two masks a day.

Everyone wears protective clothing.

Wash your hands frequently, disinfect frequently, slow down the marching speed appropriately, and give the soldiers sufficient rest time.

Eat well, drink well, rest well, improve your physical fitness, and improve your resistance, so you can better fight the virus and be less likely to be infected.

The strong land army is strictly guarding against death.

On the side of the army of the Kingdom of Jin, the situation is a little less optimistic.

The plague first broke out in the Hanjun Banner. People coughed, bled, and had pimples on their necks one after another. They died suddenly on the road without rest.

Then, it quickly spread to other banners.

No need for Huang Taiji to say it now, the Jurchen nobles have all sensed the abnormality of the situation.

(End of this chapter)