Chongzhen Daming: Starting from Coal Mountain

Chapter 511 Probing the attack
Zhu Cijiong did not take the lead and stay in front of the formation this time, but stayed in the safest hollow phalanx. This is the most basic battlefield principle, and the commander must stay in a safe position.

Xia Wanchun rode his horse to Zhu Cijiong's side, and asked, "Prince Ding, do you want to use scout cavalry to hunt and kill Jianu?"

"No, this is just Jiannu's tentative attack." Zhu Cijiong said, "We can't reveal our cards too early."

A hundred scout cavalry equipped with Type [-] rifles are the trump card of the Ming army, and Zhu Cijiong does not want to use them lightly.

"However, these Jiannu look like white-armored soldiers." Xia Wanchun said, "The white-armored soldiers can use their large bows to inflict heavy damage on us from fifty steps away, and very few white-armored soldiers with strong physical strength can even attack us from eighty steps away. We do damage, and we can't stop them without the rifled rifles of the Scouts."

"It's okay, then fire at a hundred paces." Zhu Cijiong said in a deep voice.

"Beat Jiannu war horses first, then Jiannu, if you can't kill them, don't you still hurt them?"

The effective range of the flintlock is fifty steps, which means that the hit rate can be guaranteed within fifty steps.

Once the distance exceeds fifty steps, the hit rate can no longer be guaranteed, but if it hits, it can still kill people. Even at a distance of one hundred steps, the lead of the flintlock is enough to kill people without armor protection. The infantry caused fatal damage, of course, it was not a big threat to the white armored soldiers wearing triple armor.

But even if the threat is not great, the pain is painful.

"Leadership." Xia Wanchun immediately returned to the command position.

The scout cavalry who were wandering outside also retracted the hollow square.

After a while, more than 300 Jiannu white armor soldiers approached within a hundred steps.

Moreover, these more than 300 white-armored soldiers who built slaves did not attack from only one direction, but from all around the entire hollow square formation of the Ming army at the same time.

"First team, open fire!"

The waist knife that Xia Wanchun held high suddenly fell down.

The Ming army standing in the first row immediately pulled the trigger lightly.

"Bah bah bah!" Accompanied by the sound of firing guns intensively, clouds of white smoke floated in front of the Ming army formation.

Zhu Cijiong looked up, and saw the horses of the Jiannu white-armored soldiers fell to the ground screaming and screaming.

Jiannu white armored soldiers are covered with triple armor and have a strong defense, but Jiannu's horses are not armored, and they are easily killed and injured by flintlock guns.

……

Jiannu lost half of his horses in just one round of concentrated fire.

However, the defense of the white armored soldiers was really strong, and none of them were injured. After falling off the horse, they just turned over and got up from the ground again, continuing to approach the Ming army on foot.

At the same time, the Jiannu white armor soldiers who had not fallen from their horses suddenly accelerated.

Niulu Erzhen Yabulan was among the white-armored soldiers who suddenly accelerated.

In a blink of an eye, Yabran was within eighty steps, and this distance had already entered the range of his big bow. Yabran not only had extraordinary physical strength, but also had a sharp shot.

Yabran suddenly pulled back the big bow, and the arrow had already locked on the prey.

Yabran's prey was a Ming army watching the battle in the hollow phalanx. His intuition told Yabran that this Ming army should be an important figure in the Ming army, maybe the chief general.

However, since this general of the Ming army is inside the hollow square formation, the distance is a bit far away.

It was precisely because of this that Yabran did not release the bowstring in a hurry, but locked the Ming army general with the arrow, and then continued to urge the horse to gallop forward with his legs, preparing to shoot the arrow after another twenty steps.

After a while, Yabran had approached within seventy steps of the Ming army's phalanx.

It was less than a hundred steps away from the general of the Ming army in the hollow phalanx.

Then at this moment, the second team of musketeers of the Ming army had come up and raised their self-generating muskets.

In the next moment, dense smoke rose again in front of the Ming army's formation, and then there was the bang bang sound of firing guns. The huge sound wave almost shattered Ya'erlan's eardrums.

Almost at the same time, the war horse under Ya'lan's crotch hissed suddenly and fell to the ground.

Yabran, who was on the horseback, was also thrown away heavily. The moment he was thrown away, the heavy three-edged arrow that was originally on the bowstring was also shot out, but it was definitely impossible to shoot it under such circumstances. Shooting his prey, the expected hunt was clearly in vain.

"Boom!" Yabran fell heavily into the mud.

Yabran was nearly two meters tall and weighed [-] jin. If he added the triple armor, it would weigh nearly [-] jin. When he fell heavily on the ground, he unexpectedly punched a hole in the ground.

However, Yabran's physical fitness is indeed extremely strong.

The harsh environment and harsh living conditions of the white mountains and black waters endowed the Jurchen with a strong physique.

With such a violent impact, an ordinary person would be seriously injured if not killed on the spot, but Yabran just turned over and got up.

After Yabran got up, he charged forward with a large bow.

His target is still the general in the Ming army phalanx.

It's just that the military commander seemed to have realized the danger, and was turning his horse's head to prepare to go back.

Yabran couldn't help being anxious, and immediately quickened his pace, reached out and took a heavy arrow from the quiver behind his back, fastened it to the bowstring, and violently drew the big bow.

However, at this moment, there was another intensive sound of firing guns.

It was the third team of musketeers of the Ming army who came up again and opened fire violently.

This time, Yabran received several lead shots on his body, one of which hit his visor, and the forged iron visor dented in an instant, deforming his cheeks.

Severe pain came from several places on the body at the same time.

One of the lead hit his unprotected elbow.

Yabran no longer had the strength to maintain the posture of drawing the bow, and let go of the bowstring in a slump.

The three-edged heavy arrow on the string was shot again at nowhere, and the intention fell through again.

"Damn it!" Yabran cursed. When he looked up and looked around, he found that none of the white-armored soldiers of Niulu under his command could be seen on horseback, and all of them had become infantrymen.

Even a third of the white armor soldiers fell to the ground, screaming repeatedly.

One of the white-armored soldiers was lying less than five steps away from him, and his visor was also dented by the Ming army's lead, and the dent was obviously larger than his, and blood oozes from the visor.

You don't even need to look at this to know that the cheekbones are crushed.

Looking up again, I saw that another group of Ming army musketeers had come up and raised their self-fired guns again, and the black muzzles had already aimed at them.

"Back! Back up! Back up!"

Yabran decisively dismissed the idea of ​​continuing to attack.

Because according to this trend, within fifty paces, all of his outstanding white-armored soldiers would be killed or injured. These white-armored soldiers are treasures of the Qing Dynasty and cannot be easily buried here.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang bang bang, and Jabran suffered a lot of lead on his back.

A huge impact hit, and Yabran staggered, almost falling to the ground.

But at this time, Yabran had already experienced many battles, and he lost his charge with a slippery step, and came to the wounded and fallen white armored soldier, bent down and reached out, and caught him. The white-armored soldier dragged his belt and ran back. After running more than 400 steps, he finally ran back to the main formation.

After quickly running back to the base, Yabran was so tired that he slumped on the ground.

Wearing an armor weighing hundreds of catties, and dragging a companion weighing more than 200 catties, running four to five hundred steps at top speed, even a cow would collapse to the ground from exhaustion.

Taking advantage of sitting on the ground to catch his breath, Yabran pulled back the mask of the white armored soldier who was dragged back by him, only to find that this guy had already closed his eyes and passed out.

Looking at the left cheek of this white armored soldier, there is a sunken part, which is already bloody.

"Yablan, what happened just now?" Oboi rode forward and looked down at Yabran with an unfriendly expression. Although the wave just now was a probing attack, Oboi did not expect to lose like this.

This is a bunch of Ba Yala soldiers, not ordinary bannermen.

The Bayara soldiers of the Qing Dynasty were all elites selected from a hundred.

One Ba Yala soldier can hang ten or even twenty Ming troops.

However, in the wave of probing attacks just now, a group of Niulu Ba Yala soldiers made the Ming army powerless to fight, and suffered heavy casualties, but did not cause substantial damage to the Ming army.

Just now Oboi could see clearly.

The Ming army on the opposite side suffered more than a dozen casualties.

Bayala in the Qing Dynasty had nearly a hundred casualties.

"My lord Zhang Jing, the self-generated firecrackers of the Ming army are too sharp."

Yabran lowered his head, not daring to meet Ao Bai's fierce eyes.

"How sharp can it be?" Aobai snorted, "Isn't it just a self-generating firecracker?"

Self-generated firecrackers not only exist in the Guangming army, but also in the Qing army, and the military battle bureaus often test the lethality of self-generated firecrackers.

The self-generating blunderbuss made by the Bureau of Military Warfare of the Qing Dynasty couldn't shoot through the triple armor of the Ba Yala soldiers at a distance of thirty paces.

Of course, if you get within thirty steps, even triple armor can't stand it.

But this is also where Oboi's confidence lies, because his Ba Yala soldiers can fire heavy arrows fifty steps away, and accurately shoot and kill the Ming army musketeers on the opposite side.

That's why Obai was angry.

"Master Zhang Jing, the self-generated firecrackers of the Ming army seem to be sharper than those of the Qing Dynasty."

Jabran lowered his head and said: "Besides, the firepower of the Ming army is too dense. Each warrior needs to face a volley of five or even ten self-generating firecrackers. It hurts."

Speaking of this, Yabran rubbed his right elbow, which is still numb.

Only then did Aobai nod his head and said, "You mean, the number of Ba Yala who went into the attack has decreased."

"Yes." Yabran nodded and said, "If three thousand Bayalas attack from four directions at the same time, the Ming army will not be able to concentrate five or even ten self-generated firecrackers to shoot at one Bayala, and our Qing Dynasty will The Ba Yala can easily reach a distance of nearly fifty or even thirty steps to hunt down the musketeers of the Ming army."

Obai hesitated a little.

(End of this chapter)