Anti Qing

Chapter 11 The Three Walls

The flags are fluttering and hunting in the air.

The big flag engraved with the word "Dashun" was held up high and waved. Under the flag were the soldiers of Dashun, who were like a sea of ​​people, charging again and again without fear of death.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The orderly marching drums rang non-stop. The Dashun army in the front line was routed, and the rear line was added immediately. The front foot followed the back foot, shoulder to shoulder, without resting for a moment.

The only way in front of Jindouguan to the Niutou Plateau is full of ravines and narrow roads, which is very unfavorable for the army to line up. The Dashun army took the initiative to attack yesterday and was defeated here.

"Although there are many rogues, they are all mobs!!"

Despite the superior terrain, Geng Zhongming still took a deep breath.

The right hand holding the saber tightly oozes fine beads of sweat, and it is so smooth that Geng Zhongming's throat squirms, and he is no longer able to yell out any false big words.

I can only gradually increase the strength in my hand in order to provide a little sense of security, but the tighter I hold it, the faster I feel the knife slipping in my hand.

Every time we fight these rogues, it is a magnificent scene with a sea of ​​people.

Ants kill elephants, and Geng Zhongming knows that he is not an elephant. At this time last year, most of the green camps around him were still Ming troops who were just eating and waiting to die.

If it weren't for the Manchurian governor's team holding the shining broad-bladed goose-wing sabers in the back, the [-] green battalion stationed here would have collapsed long ago.

Clusters of arrows were constantly being thrown from all directions, but none of them caused any harm. They were either blocked by shield chariots or pushed away by the fine armor of the Qing army.

However, the continuous rain of arrows made people unable to open their eyes. Knowing that the damage was not high, they always dodged subconsciously, which caused a great blow to the morale of the Qing army.

Geng Zhongming looked around and felt that everywhere he could see, from Pingchuan to the mountains, the banners of Dashun were planted all over. These bandits were so crowded that they couldn't see the end of the line.

The Qing army in the front held rattan-plated light knives and relied on the entire row of shield chariots to fight back, while the Qing army in the back row used three-prong boring palladium to stab one after another Dashun soldiers rushing in the gap between the rattan plaques and shield chariots.

But the Dashun army in front of him seemed endless, if one was killed, two or three would come up immediately, as if they were not afraid of death at all.

A Qing army rattan card player in the front row gradually became a little numb, and mechanically raised his left hand. The original yellow rattan card had been dyed reddish brown, exuding a disgusting smell.

Finding an opportunity between the rattan badges of the friendly army on the right, he stabbed out suddenly, and then drew back with every inch of force.

The yellow-faced and emaciated Dashun army in front of him seemed to be no different from the poor people in his impression except that he was holding a waist knife and wearing a blue arrow jacket.

The Green Army Qing soldier raised his head, enduring the itching of blood flowing from the iron helmet to his cheeks, and looked forward, feeling a sense of despair.

The team of rogues in front of them couldn't see the end at a glance. After fighting for a long time, there were still a steady stream of Dashun troops rumbling out from Jindou Pass in the distance, at least tens of thousands of people!

"boom!"

A loud sound came from the top of the mountain on the left.

Twelve black-holed cannons were transported to the top of the battlefield at some time, and fired suddenly at the large formation of the Qing army in front of Jindou Pass.

The sound of artillery firing instantly covered the sound of shouts of killing in full swing.

"Flower bomb!"

The Dashun army actually moved all the twelve general cannons that were originally placed at the top of the Tongguan city to the top of the mountain. It seems that they are really risking their lives this time!

Accompanied by a terrified cry, a shell slammed into the front of Geng Zhongming's army, and it burst open just before landing, shooting out countless small projectiles.

From the center of the landing to the surroundings, the Qing army in the formation was instantly emptied out of an area.

There were almost no bones of the Qing army in that area, and those who were hit had no chance to respond, and before they could even scream, their entire bodies were crushed and split, flesh and blood wrapped around their intestines and stomachs, and flew into the air Pieces of blood mist.

No matter how solid the armor is, in the face of flying shells, it is always a mantis arm!

"Don't go back!"

"Those who retreat will be cut!"

Geng Zhongming's liver and gallbladder were torn, and he tried his best to wield the Yanling Saber, but when the cannon came, the front line that had been maintained for a long time was faintly showing a tendency to collapse.

He could see clearly that the thieves didn't know how to use cannons.

First of all, this cannon should be the nine-pound general cannon at the top of Tongguan City. The range on the east side of the mountain is slightly beyond the maximum power.

This shows that these thieves don't understand the difference between open-ended ammunition and solid ammunition, let alone shoot cannons, and they are operating indiscriminately.

But even so, a bullet falling into the central army had a devastating blow to the morale of the Qing army, and the place where it was hit just now was already a bloody mess.

Looking at this scene, no one is not terrified!

Last night, when the camp was robbed, [-] veteran elite cavalry wiped out more than [-] elite Manchurian guards. Even Shang Shan, the beizi of Gushan with the red flag, became the soul of Liu Fangliang's gun.

Upon receiving this news, the Dashun Army reversed the trend of consecutive defeats and almost went out in full force, taking advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack against Duoduo's camp.

On the narrow and long terrain outside Jindou Pass, it was difficult for the Dashun Army to take advantage of its numbers, but it showed a tenacious fighting spirit different from that of the Nanming Army.

The soldiers of the Dashun Army were composed of poor people who did not have enough to eat and did not wear warm clothes. At the beginning, they rebelled against the Ming Dynasty just to survive, and now they have become the first line of defense against the Qing Dynasty.

Under Liu Zongmin's personal leadership, the Dashun Army charged Geng Zhongming's formation wave after wave, regardless of the cost of casualties.

Although the Dashun army suffered heavy casualties, it was still difficult to shake the formation of the Qing army.

After the artillery appeared, it almost toppled the entire battlefield instantly.

The impact of artillery on the army is more reflected in the morale of the army. Every soldier and general who makes up the army, as long as they are human, will hesitate.

The entire formation of the Qing army trembled, the front line was still struggling to support, but the central army was in chaos!
"My brother, where are you?"

Li Zicheng raised his whip and stood on the top of the slope on the west side, with the blue Chuang Wang Dazhu standing in front of him, staring at the magnificent battlefield outside Jindou Pass.

The many veteran soldiers who waited silently behind him pressed their sabers tightly on their waists, and there was a ghastly cold light under their fierce eyes.

Li Zicheng's eyes quickly flicked across one battlefield after another. The situation on the battlefield improved, but it did not make any joy appear on his anxious face at all.

"Your Majesty, there is a group of elite cavalry from the Qing army coming from the mountain on the east side!"

A cavalry galloped over, and started shouting loudly from a distance.

Li Zicheng's gaze sank, and he immediately looked towards the east mountain.

A small but extremely elite Manchu cavalry had rushed to the east, just in time to meet Li Zicheng's artillery team arranged on the top of the slope.

After Shanhaiguan's defeat, Li Zicheng abandoned a large number of military supplies, and all the heavier artillery were discarded, leaving only some small copper and iron cannons.

These twelve nine-pound general guns were deliberately left in Tongguan during the Northern Expedition, and Li Zicheng also arranged an infantry battalion behind the artillery to cover them.

But right now, the Dashunbu Battalion on the east side has been dispersed by the Manchurian cavalry, and the opponent is stabbing straight at the Artillery Battalion like a sharp knife.

Most of the artillery battalions of the Dashun Army were composed of descendants of the Ming Army, and their fighting spirit was not high. When they encountered the Eight Banners of Manchuria, they collapsed instantly.

The entire east side was in chaos, and even the Dashun army attacked by the Chinese army was in chaos.

What was a good advantage turned into a disadvantage in the blink of an eye.

This is not over yet, the Qing army formation ahead that was already on the verge of collapse has gradually added countless new forces, and the entire formation has also begun to stabilize.

"Your Majesty! General Quan is requesting to lead the veterans of the headquarters to gallop to the east to help prevent the Qing army from descending from the east to attack our army!"

Looking at Ling Qi who was anxiously waiting for the order, Li Zicheng's expression gradually became solemn, and a feeling of retreat appeared in his heart.

Now only the artillery team on the east side was attacked, and his old soldiers did not suffer much damage. Now that they are withdrawing, they can still form a confrontation with the Qing army by sticking to Tongguan.

If you fight recklessly, and even the old soldiers suffer serious losses, there is no surety of making a comeback.

What's more, even the Chinese army was crushed and collapsed by the Qing army. By then, all [-] troops were defeated, and even Shaanxi might not be able to stay.

Li Zicheng couldn't speak for a long time, his face was calm, but his heart was fighting fiercely.

Thinking of the news that in Tongguan not long ago, tens of thousands of people in Mizhi County had been massacred by the Qing army, Li Zicheng felt great hatred in his heart, and made a decisive decision immediately.

"Tell Liu Zongmin not to save the east side, and don't want the artillery battalion."

"Assemble all the cavalry, set up three walls and attack the Qing army's front line, victory or defeat depends on it!"

　"Ming History Biography of Li Zicheng":
　　"Before the battle, there are [-] horses, named Three Walls. The former looks back, and the latter kills them. The battle is long, the cavalry pretends to be defeated to lure the officers and soldiers, the infantry has [-] spears, stabs like flying, and the cavalry fights back. Big win."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)