The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 14 Battle
Cao Wenzhao looked at the situation on the battlefield with a more serious expression.

The thieves on the left wing are gathering, and they will be able to regroup and press again in another quarter of an hour.

The bandit infantry on the right was just a hundred paces away, staring at them, and there was also a cavalry lingering around, harassing the central and rear troops of their own side.

Straight ahead was the elite cavalry of the bandits. They had originally come in pursuit, but when he led the army into the formation.

That team of rogue cavalry did not dare to follow and rush forward, and they were now roaming ahead, like a pack of wolves on the grassland waiting for their prey to show their weakness.

Cao Wenzhao knew in his heart that once the army formation showed any signs of failure.

These cavalrymen would show their fangs at the first moment, open their bloody mouths, and charge straight in, rushing in through the gaps and tearing the entire formation to pieces.

But if the army formation remains stable, the speed of evacuation will be extremely slow, and it will inevitably become a living target for the enemy's artillery.

The enemy's artillery has dealt a heavy blow to morale. If the enemy's artillery is a little more accurate, even if he sits in the army formation, it will not help.

And if they evacuate quickly, then the army will inevitably be disorganized and flaws will be exposed. This is a dead end.

The cannons among the thieves should be the old cannons belonging to Qingyang Guard. Since all the southern borders of Qingyang Mansion have fallen, it is not impossible to get a few cannons.

Cao Wenzhao's eyes turned around, and finally landed on Chen Wang again, and said.

"The bandits don't know how to use cannons. What they got should be the old cannons from Qingyang Mansion. They can only shoot at a distance of three or four hundred paces. Then retreat a hundred paces and pull the distance to four hundred paces. No threat."

There is Qingyang Guard in Qingyang Mansion, the cannons of these thieves should have been seized from Qingyang Guard.

The guards were unbearable, and it was too late to see the thieves coming and fleeing, so they didn't think of destroying the ordnance.

Cao Wenzhao frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"It's just that it's not easy to move without authorization now. More than half of the casualties in the front are low, and the enemy's morale is low. Keeping the army formation, the enemy dare not move without authorization. Once the movement of the army formation shows a flaw, the bandit's elite cavalry rushes to find a gap. It is very likely that they will not be able to block it." .”

It's a dead end...

Cao Dingjiao followed Cao Wenzhao's gaze and looked at Chen Wang in astonishment. He recognized this servant who had been by his uncle's side all the time.

He remembered that Chen Wang didn't seem to have any merits other than being brave, and he probably knew nothing about the art of war and formation.

Now at this critical moment, his uncle seemed to be asking Chen Wang for his opinion?

But no matter how many doubts he had in his mind, Cao Dingjiao didn't open his mouth to question. The generals who followed Cao Dingjiao didn't open their mouths when they saw Cao Dingjiao, so naturally they wouldn't say anything unnecessary.

All eyes were also focused on Chen Wang because of Cao Wenzhao's question.

Being watched by multiple eyes at the same time did not make Chen Wang uncomfortable, because his attention was not in the formation, but outside the formation.

Sweat ran down his cheeks, Chen Wang controlled his breathing, scanning the situation on the battlefield.

After this battle, his evaluation in Cao Wenzhao's heart will definitely not be that of a man with nothing but bravery, and all his efforts will be rewarded.

But all of this needs to be able to survive this battle.

After the strenuous exercise stopped now, Chen Wang began to feel hot all over, and the sweat had already wet the clothes under his armor.

It is only June now, and although it is not the hottest time, it is already a normal activity that can affect people.

The same goes for the infantry fighting in formation. They marched in armor all the way from Qiutou Town, and then lined up again. Many of them were already sweating profusely.

Chen Wang heard Cao Wenzhao's words, and Chen Wang felt helpless.

Whether it is the original body or the later generations, he has no experience in commanding an army to fight.

If you want to say something, you only have experience in games like the Total War series, and you can barely touch it.

It's just a real war, so how can an ordinary game be deduced.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Chen Wang gathered his mind, tightened his grip on the reins, and expressed his opinion in a deep voice.

"The left-wing enemy army has not yet assembled, and the right-wing enemy army is far away a hundred paces away. They are waiting for the artillery to blast the army formation."

"The most important thing now is the elite cavalry of the frontline army, which is difficult to solve..."

Cao Dingjiao's expression moved slightly, what he thought in his mind was the same as Chen Wang's analysis.

This analysis is already at the level of an ordinary officer's vision, not a big-headed soldier who only knows how to obey orders and rush to kill. This is completely different from Chen Wang before.

Chen Wang's eyes swept over everyone in the formation.

Cao Wenzhao was transferred to Datong Town, and the Liaodong soldiers who went south with him were also transferred back because of the war on the northern front. Only more than 400 of them were transferred. Called and dispatched.

Unlike Liaodong and other towns, although Datong Town is also one of the Nine Sides, the battalion soldiers are equipped with a lot of firearms, not limited to three-eyed blunderbuss, but also a lot of bird blunderbusses.

Although Hong Chengchou had always been at odds with Cao Wenzhao, in Shaanxi, there were dozens of battles, big and small, without meritorious service.

But at the critical moment, he still knows how to measure. As a vanguard in this battle, he got a lot of ordnance, all of which are good products in the army.

Among them, a lot of expensive rockets such as the swarm of bees and the hundred tigers are all equipped with it.

One must know that a hundred tigers rushing together would cost at least tens of catties of gunpowder, plus a hundred feathered arrows, not counting the wooden frame underneath, and the cost alone would be seven or eight taels of silver.

The corruption of ink by the Ministry of Industry has become a common practice, and in the end there is no tael that cannot be sent to the army.

A swarm of bees can be held in hand, and the cost is relatively low, but it also needs three or four taels of silver to get it.

This shot is a few months of military pay for a battalion soldier. This war is not fighting at all, but money.

"Since the enemy Jingqi is waiting for our army to show its flaws..."

Chen Wang glanced at the three-eyed blunderbuss in his right hand, and gained some confidence in his heart.

"Since this is the case, then use the tricks, show the enemy's weakness first, and lead them to charge."

"Concentrate the firearms such as bird blunderbuss and three-eyed blunderbuss in the front line, place a hundred tigers running together, and a swarm of bees all in the central area of ​​the middle, and then transport the coefficient of the tiger crouching guns to the rear to deploy and stabilize the front line, as a response, Prepare for enemy attack."

"firearm?"

Cao Wenzhao raised his eyebrows slightly. He had dealt with the Mongols and Jiannu for many years, so he knew nothing about firearms.

"Without the cover of chariots, only relying on the army array..."

At the end of the conversation, Cao Wenzhao didn't say any more. He originally wanted to say that he might not be able to stop the cavalry from charging.

But he suddenly remembered that Chen Wang had been his servant when he was still a boy, and there were not a few Tartars who he killed with his own hands.

Since Chen Wang dared to make such a remonstrance, he should have his own consideration.

(End of this chapter)