Qianlong: Qing Dynasty?What about my Daqing?

Chapter 124 Bloody Battle!Queue shootout showdown!
The officer captured by Yang Yuchun was Yang Fang who was once called Er Yang with Yang Yuchun in another time and space.

After graduating from the Army Academy.

Yang Fang was sent to the front line—although she was a little unconvinced when she was first captured.

But now as the Ming army is about to own the south.

Yang Fang is also a member of the "Army Department" who graduated from the Army Military Academy.

So it is impossible for him to give up his bright future in the Ming army and go back to the Qing army to join the green battalion with no future and become the general manager of the green battalion.

In fact, students like Yang Fang who graduated from the Army Military Academy with excellent grades have a very bright future in the Ming Army.

Especially now when the war is still in progress.

There are opportunities for meritorious service and promotion at any time.

"Understood!" Yang Fang, who was extremely stout, took a deep breath.

"The first battalion of Musketeers, the third battalion, the second battalion of Grenadiers, follow me!"

This time, more than 3000 soldiers were dispatched.

The purpose is to defeat the Coating Army that Qianlong took out for the first time in one blow!
Yang Fang understood what Yang Yuchun meant.

That is to cause enough damage in the first blow, and defeat Qianlong's coated army in one wave, so that the Qing army, which regards the coated army as its trump card, will know
The so-called ace.

It's just a dish!

Under the watchful eyes of the commanders of both sides.

The two formations lined up neatly, with a distance of about ten steps between the horizontal formations, each jumped over the bunker, and marched towards the enemy with the sound of drums as a sign.

By this time,

The war between Ming and Qing.

It has gradually evolved into the form of queuing up and shooting in Europe.

The soldiers on both sides wore fiery red military uniforms, gray cloth jackets, steel helmets, and bamboo hats and bamboo hats.

But the muskets in his hands are all carried on his shoulders.

The flickering bayonets pointed to the sky, and approached slowly in a similar formation.

"Who came up with this tactic?"

Fan Baoyi in the queue was extremely anxious.

According to the method in training, this is to hold muskets and shoot at each other.

Live or die depends entirely on luck.

However, with the Eight Banners officers and the supervisory team behind him, and the leather whip during training, Fan Baoyi temporarily suppressed his fear of the Ming army's muskets, and silently recited the rules in his mind.

"Three-stage strike tactics, reload after shooting, and continue to move forward after reloading."

This tactic of shooting forward while shooting was often used by the Qing army during the Qing-Myanmar War.

Now after some improvements.

It was used on the Packed Army.

Just as the line infantry on both sides gradually approached.

The artillerymen of both sides fired first.

In fact, the reason why there is such a large air strike between the horizontal teams is to avoid shells.

Boom boom boom!
The first to fire was the Packed Army mortar team advancing with the line infantry.

After a round of salvo, the artillerymen of the Packed Army hurriedly cleaned the barrel with a mop soaked in water, and wrapped the barrel with cotton cloth soaked in cold water to cool down the barrel.

And the shells they fired directly smashed towards the horizontal formation of Ming army infantry in front.

Most fell between the lines of infantry.

There was a dull explosion.

Loud.

"Long live!!"

"It's time for Shun Ming to have a taste of the cannonballs of our Qing Dynasty 1"

"That's the way to fight!!"

The Eight Banners soldiers watching the battle from behind cheered one after another.

But when the smoke cleared, the smiles on their faces stiffened.

because they found out.

This round of massive shelling, the thick gunpowder smoke even almost enveloped the entire formation of the Ming army.

But
The number of opponents has not decreased much.

The horizontal team still moved forward at an unhurried pace.

The Eight Banners soldiers watching the battle were dumbfounded.

"What's going on here?"

"How many people have not been killed by this shell? Are these Niming invulnerable?"

"I've heard that the bandits practice invulnerable martial arts. Could it be that the bandits and Ni Ming are connected?"

"This is the end of the game, the bandits and Niming join forces, two strikes and one clearing is in danger!"

for a while.

Beijing movies lingered in Qianlong's ears, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"How can this shell not kill anyone?"

Fukang'an was puzzled.

But if their eyes could see through the thick smoke, they would understand why.

The explosion of black powder was not as violent as imagined-compared with yellow powder, the burning speed of black powder was still slower.

The artillery shells of the Qing army can produce so much smoke that they will become smoke bombs.

In fact, it is because the quality of their black powder is not good and the combustion is not sufficient. In this way, the power of the black powder explosion is not considered great.

Coupled with the Qing army's lead technology problems.

In fact, some of these shells did not explode at all, but the fuse failed to continue burning after hitting the ground and became duds.

The other part exploded smoothly.

However, in order to withstand the chamber pressure when the shell was fired, the shell shell made of pig iron was made very thick-this is also related to the Qing army's shell production process.

It is different from the assembly line production in which the Ming army used the integrated stamping of the steel shell.

The Qing army adopted pure handicraft production.

Artisans who produce shells have to engrave their names on each batch of shells produced.

Once there is a problem with the quality of the shells, the craftsmen will be directly held accountable.

Under the threat of high-pressure punishment.

Craftsmen in the Qing Dynasty tended to make shell casings as thick as possible.

As a result, the amount of charge is very limited.

The power of the deflagration of the black powder is not even enough to shatter the casing of the shell, turning it into a fire-breathing fireworks shell - unless such shells are unlucky with the blade, the chances of killing people are really a little bit small .

Secondly, even if the shells exploded smoothly, the cast iron shell shells were blown in half, failing to produce enough shrapnel.

Simply relying on the shock wave generated by the explosion of gunpowder can cause very limited damage to infantry, especially black gunpowder.

Even if it is the shells of the Ming army, more damage to infantry is still caused by shrapnel.

The inability to produce enough shrapnel means that the lethality of the Qing army's shells is quite limited-it might as well be a direct solid shell.

Yang Fang, who was in the smoke, let out a heavy breath.

Originally, the momentum of dozens of mortars firing together on the opposite side was quite large.

The Ming army suffered this loss before.

The recruits of the first battalion were frightened and ran away.

Now after some adjustments.

Although everyone was apprehensive, they did not throw away their muskets and escape.

But when the shells actually fell.
Ming soldiers found out.

The flowering bullets of the Qing army were nothing more than that.

Except for a few unlucky ones who were directly hit by shells.

Most of the explosions are really just a bang, not harmful at all.

Instead, the thick smoke created enveloped the army formation, giving the Ming army some cover.

When the Ming army encountered a round of shelling.

The light howitzers behind them also let out the roar of the God of War.

A salvo of six guns.

The ground shook and dust was flying.

Six conical shells parallel to the ground rotated at high speed, rushing towards the formation of the Packed Army at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The shell cuts in from the side at an angle of about 45 degrees.

The conical cannonball exploded in the air before it hit the ground after penetrating the bodies of several Packed soldiers!

The shells that exploded in the air produced hundreds of shell fragments, sweeping everything around in an instant.

Six shells went down.

The Packed Army suddenly collapsed in large numbers.

The Eight Banners soldiers who watched the battle behind were sweating and exclaiming again and again.

"How can it be so powerful?"

"This is too great, isn't it?"

Just when the Eight Banners soldiers were exclaiming.

The commander of the Packed Army, Fu Kang'an, was jumping.

"How could it be so powerful! Both of these coated minions deserve to die!"

That's right, how could it be so powerful, six shells almost wiped out the entire army formation at once - there must be many lying down and pretending to be dead!
Fan Baoyi lay on the ground trembling with fright.

There was blood all over his body, and there were many pieces of meat hanging on his body.

The blood wasn't his, but an unlucky fellow next to him.

The cannonball shot obliquely from the unlucky man's chest, completely blowing his body apart, blood spattering, and pieces of flesh exploding.

"Get up! Get up!"

"Those who do not flinch, beheaded!!"

Those who reacted first were those Eight Banners who were officers in the Packed Army.

One or two of them were also trembling, and they couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands steadily.

But at this time they still got up and urged the packers to march.

After all, they belonged to the Great Qing Dynasty.

Fan Baoyi got up trembling all over, and continued to move forward.

really.

In fact, the damage caused by the six shells is definitely not as terrible as the previous shells that fell down a large area.

After all, the Ming army used ordinary bombs filled with yellow powder.

It would be nice to blow up a few people.

Sure enough, the Packed Army had undergone rigorous training, and after some rectification, they formed a dense horizontal team and pressed forward.

When the distance between the two sides was about a hundred steps.

"First row, get ready to shoot!"

With the roar of an officer.

The Packers in the first row raised their muskets and knelt down on one knee.

"volley!"

clap clap clap!
The sound of frying beans sounded.

The horizontal line of the first row of the Ming army in front suddenly fell down a few soldiers.

However, the Ming soldiers around turned a blind eye, and quickly added a few soldiers to the back row.

Continue to maintain a strict horizontal line forward.

"Why haven't they fired?"

with doubt.

Fan Baoyi, who was in the second row, moved forward, passing by the first row that squatted down to fill, and now the second row has become the first row.

"Salvoe ready!"

Snapped!
Fan Baoyi hurriedly raised his musket.

"volley!"

Another salvo.

This time, more than a dozen people fell from the Ming army horizontal team in front!

But
The Ming army hadn't fired yet.

Fan Baoyi, who squatted down to load, poured gunpowder on the muzzle in a hurry, watching the Ming army line that was getting closer.

The movements of his hands became more and more flustered.

It's not as calm as it was during training.

After the shooting in the third row was completed, a considerable part of the Qing army in the first row had not finished loading at this time.

This would not happen during training—the battlefield and training are different after all.

However as ordered.

The original first horizontal line, now the third horizontal line must get up immediately and shoot across the two front rows.

It's just that with the flustered loading, some of the coated soldiers didn't even have time to pull out the poke bar, and some didn't even know that they failed to fire in the last round, so they reloaded.
The panicked horizontal team stepped forward in a panic when they were driven to the shelves.

And this time.

The horizontal team of the Ming army has already approached thirty paces.

"Three rows of horizontal lines close together! Twenty steps forward salvo!"

Yang Fang shouted!

A sharp suona sounded.

The Ming army infantry who had been moving forward quickly rushed forward, and the three rows of horizontal formations that were originally separated by about ten steps quickly moved closer together to form three dense horizontal formations.

The first row squats.

Standing in the second row and third row.

The muskets of the third row were placed on the shoulders of the soldiers in the second row.

Thousands of muskets, the black muzzles pointing at the Packed Army who hadn't finished loading yet, and seemed a bit chaotic at this moment.

Only about twenty steps.
Fan Baoyi's hands and feet suddenly became cold.

Done
this idea together.

Thousands of muskets were already roaring in front of them.

(End of this chapter)