The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 224
Erhe stared at the Ming army's horizontal formation with a pale face, and the shells he watched quickly enlarged in his field of vision, and slammed towards his direction fiercely.

"Bang!!"

A huge explosion sounded suddenly, and Erhe froze on the spot, and less than five or six steps in front of him, the shield car in front of them had already collapsed.

The two armored soldiers standing in the front row behind the shield car didn't make any reaction, and they were already pierced by shells and killed on the spot.

A large number of sawdust fragments splashed out like a torrential rain, causing a lot of screams in the army formation in an instant.

Although the splashed wooden fragments cannot kill people, they can cause severe pain.

A hapless Qing army guard covered his eyes in pain, knelt on the ground and howled unceasingly.

And the castration of the cannonball was not yet determined, it fell to the ground, and after splashing a cloud of smoke and dust, it bounced off the ground again.

Erhe gritted his teeth and trembled all over. He watched the shell hit him directly, but he couldn't do anything.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye...

Boundless fear attacked from all directions, Erhe closed his eyes in despair,

"Oh!"

Erhe heard the sound of bones breaking, and it was like the dull sound of sandbags being hammered.

Then he felt something hit his right shoulder hard, but unexpectedly, he didn't feel any pain.

Erhe felt a sudden heat on his face and body, and the stench of blood filled his mouth and nose.

There was chaos all around, and the screams of misery, the screams of collapse, and the shouts of generals all rang in Erhe's ears.

Erhe opened his eyes in a trance, his hands and feet were still feeling, his heart was still beating, and he was still breathing.

Erhe looked down at his body, the armor on his body was already blood-colored, and the fuel that dyed it red was undoubtedly human blood.

Erhe turned his head to look to the left, everything in front of him was as terrifying as Shura's purgatory.

Where the shells passed, it was like being plowed by a plow, leaving a bloody passage.

The miserable howl he heard came from the left side. Getb, who lived in the same village as him, was lying on the ground moaning in pain. Half of his shoulder was beaten off, and the blood flowed like a fountain. The strands surged out from the wound, and it seemed that it was dead.

The shell missed him, but it hit Getb standing beside him, and he just felt the impact on his left shoulder, which happened when Getb's body fell backward after being hit by the shell.

After Getb, there were still several armored soldiers.

The cannonball passed through Getb, and directly interrupted the armored soldier behind him, leaving only half of his body, and he was killed on the spot.

Colorful viscera flowed out from his abdominal cavity, scattered all over the place, filth and pieces of internal organs continued to flow out of them, and an indescribable stench also came out.

Although he had been on the battlefield for many years, the scene in front of him still made Erhe want to vomit.

"vomit--"

Erhe resisted the urge to vomit, but none of the other people around him could resist.

There were even timid and weak people who cried directly, out of courage.

In just two hundred steps, the Ming Army artillery fired four rounds in a row.

Four rounds of bombardment, each round was more accurate, and each round caused more damage.

The ranks of the Qing army were already in extreme chaos at this time, and their morale had already been shaken under the successive blows, almost falling to the bottom.

But the strange thing is that even so, there were no soldiers in the queue of the Qing army to collapse or flee.

For this situation, Chen Wang was not surprised at all.

Since the first battle of Sarhu, the offensive and defensive trends between the Ming and Qing Dynasties have changed. The Ming army has always been in a state of being passively beaten, and almost never won a large-scale field battle.

Decades of failure in field battles made the Ming army in the frontier fear the Qing army like a tiger, while the Qing army became more courageous as they fought, and their self-confidence became more and more inflated.

The saying that there are less than ten thousand people, and ten thousand people are invincible is a strategy to attack the heart.

But after talking for a long time, the Ming army believed it, and they also believed it.

They are not used to losing field battles in front of the Ming army...

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Amidst the large formation of the Qing army, the drums of the Chinese army suddenly became anxious.

Chasuka looked ferocious, the speed of the artillery should not be so fast, the artillery of the Ming army can fire hundreds of paces, which is obviously the range of the red-clothed artillery.

But why, why the rate of fire was so much faster, he saw all the shakes and casualties in the front line.

Those well-made shield chariots in the army couldn't stop the Ming army's artillery. There were thirty shield chariots in the front line, but now three of them have been smashed. suffered great casualties.

He realized that the artillery of this Ming army was different from all the artillery of the Ming army he had encountered before. He had to speed up his approach and reach forward, otherwise his army would collapse before the battle.

Chasuka's heart is bleeding, they are all his tribesmen, they are all his property, and they are the source of his power.

According to a rough estimate, at least two hundred people fell under the shelling of the Ming army at a distance of only a hundred paces.

More than [-] people were lost before the battle, and the casualties in the future may be even greater.

Even if follow-up and auxiliary soldiers accounted for the majority, this casualty is unacceptable.

Even if he wins, if he goes back, he will be punished by the banner owner...

I can't keep my future...

"Come forward!!!"

Chasuka's eyes were red, his canthus were about to split open, he no longer had the composure he had before, and shouted angrily.

It took him more than ten years and several life and death to climb to the current position, he is not reconciled!
Chasuka tightly held the tiger gun in his hand, staring at the fiery red general flag in the Ming army formation not far away.

There is only one thought in his mind now, and that is to rush over, step through the Ming army's formation, and chop off the head of the Ming army general to dispel the hatred in his heart!

……

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The attack drum sounded in the middle army, and the sudden drum sound made the chaotic Qing army clear their minds.

"Stand up for me!"

Suddenly there was a shout in his ear, Erhe was startled, and followed the sound.

Making a sound is exactly what is allocated to them in their recordings.

"A few rounds of artillery scared you to death?!"

"If I lose to Nan Bing, I can spare you, can the Banner Lord spare you?!"

Nade Pashiku raised his knife and cut the throat of the armored soldier sitting on the ground crying on the spot, then raised his eyes and looked around at the surrounding armored soldiers.

"Nan Bing is just a bunch of trash, as long as they rush forward, they will collapse!"

"Bringing the Nanbing's artillery back to the master will be a great achievement at that time. Gold, silver, women, whatever you want, you can have!"

Erhe's dull eyes slowly condensed, and then slowly became fierce again.

The armored soldiers around were also like Erhe, and the words of getting Pashiku encouraged them and brought them back to their senses.

The firearms of the Ming army are indeed powerful. Over the years, they have encountered many times that the Ming army has brought out new-style firearms.

But firearms are useless. Every time they rush up and join the battle, the Ming army will quickly retreat.

"Come forward and kill those southern barbarians!"

After a short period of confusion, the Qing army in the front line re-stabilized the army line.

Most of the Qing army are veterans. They are well aware of the current situation. The artillery of the Ming army can hit more than 300 steps.

And outside, there is also a brigade of Ming army cavalry, they can't run very far.

Not to mention the strict military law in the tribe, once they retreat without receiving an order, they will become deserters when they flee, and it will not be as simple as a simple death.

"Kill all the barbarians!"

Erhe clenched the bow and arrow in his hand again, and followed the rest of the Niu Lu to rearrange their formation.

The shield vehicles in front of their formation were destroyed, but there were still shield vehicles around them that could serve as cover.

According to past experience, at such a short distance, the artillerymen of the Ming army would definitely change their shells.

Live ammunition can penetrate shield vehicles, but shot ammunition cannot penetrate shield vehicles.

Moreover, this time standing in the first row behind the shield chariot is no longer the dead soldiers and vest soldiers in heavy armor, but the auxiliary soldiers in the army...

In front of the Hanzhong army formation, all the artillerymen were nervous and pale.

As the Qing army approached, they made more and more mistakes.

Chen Wang was riding on a war horse. He was guarded by a group of personal guards in the center, standing on the high slope behind the formation.

This is the position he chose. From here, he can view the entire battlefield, see his own formation, and every move of the Qing army formation.

As the Qing army approached, he also saw the panic in the artillery positions ahead.

"Raise the muzzle!!!"

A gunner shook the handle on the breech of the gun, and a thick threaded iron rod under the gun barrel was slowly lowered, and the muzzle was slowly raised.

The original military order was to lower the angle, but because of the pressure brought by the Qing army's charge, many gunners lowered the angle too low, so the order to raise the muzzle was issued.

Not only the gunner who adjusted the angle had problems, but also the artillerymen who carried the shells and the artillerymen who were responsible for clearing the guns also had problems. There were incidents where the shells were dropped on the ground when they forgot to clear the guns.

"Return all artillery."

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Wang directly issued the military order to retreat.

"The pistols advanced ten steps, ready to meet the formation, and the pikemen pressed the rear and lined up to meet the enemy."

The artillery in the front line is completely in disarray. The battlefield is no better than the training ground. The pressure faced by the soldiers will cause them to make various mistakes.

"Chen——"

The ear-piercing sound of gongs resounded in the army formation, and the artillerymen in the front line seemed to be amnesty. They pushed the sports car hard and retreated quickly towards the rear.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As soon as the sound of the gongs fell, the rapid pace and drums sounded from the front line of the Hanzhong Army.

At the moment when the rifle drums sounded, a group of blunderbusses who had already been ready for battle suddenly raised the blunderbusses in their hands.

With the blunderbuss on their shoulders, people stepped forward. Accompanied by the sound of drums, a group of blunderbuss soldiers of the Hanzhong Army all stepped forward with each other blunderbuss on their shoulders.

They passed the artillerymen who were pushing the heavy artillery and were retreating. They looked ahead and moved forward step by step.

More than a thousand artillerymen of the Hanzhong Army were arranged in four horizontal rows, and the entire front was compressed to a length of only a hundred steps.

The formation of the Qing army was quite long, about [-] paces, more than twice as long as theirs.

However, this will not be a big problem, because the two supervising battalions under Sun Chuanting's command have already assembled on the two wings of the Hanzhong Army.

Further back, under the command of Sun Chuanting, the infantry of the Ming army came rapidly.

The Qing army launched an attack, how could it be possible that Sun Chuanting did not take any action.

Chen Wang turned his head and looked behind him, less than a hundred paces behind, the fiery red banner belonging to Sun Chuanting had already caught his eyes.

Countless red flags were rushing towards him like a tide.

At the same time, under the order of Sun Chuanting, the Jingqi of the Ming army came galloping from all directions.

(End of this chapter)