Anti Qing

Chapter 34 Despair
The sun was setting and the sky was dark.

Dashun Army's tens of thousands of horses attacked the Qing Army. After breaking through Li Shutai's [-] Green Battalion front line yesterday afternoon, they fought from dusk until late at night, but failed to advance a step.

More than ten thousand Jurchen soldiers formed a defensive formation, relying on various fortifications such as mud walls, battalion walls, horse rejection, and trenches.

The last distance of less than a mile in front of the Qing army's camp seemed to be an insurmountable gap, and the corpses of the Dashun Army even filled the gap on the way forward.

The blood and the yellow sand were mixed together, so that the solid ground under his feet became muddy.

Duoduo knew the end of sitting and waiting to die, and dispatched the remaining 3 troops to line up on three sides relying on various offensives built in advance.

When the Dashun army was attacking the Manchurian army formation in front of the Qing army camp, it would be hit by continuous arrows from the green camps on both wings.

The artillery on the Niu Tau Plateau fired terrifying screams every so often, and no one knew if they would be the next one.

However, if the green battalion on the two wings were to be attacked first, the two wings of the Dashun army would not be able to hold back the most elite Jurchen army of more than ten thousand in the front.

Duoduo, who was standing on the wall of the camp, was holding binoculars, seeing that the green battalion troops on both sides had advanced to almost the same position, he raised his right hand and shook it backwards.

Immediately, horns blared in the Qing army camp.

The long sound of the horn radiated from the big camp to all directions, and the Qing troops on both sides of the green camp heard it, and immediately responded with the sound of the horn.

Not long after, the horns of the green battalions on the left and right came back.

The green battalion soldiers leveled their spears, and with the sound of high-spirited horns, transformed into a sharp offensive formation and moved forward.

The two wings, originally relying on the "V" formation of the big camp, began to squeeze together towards the big formation of the Dashun Army in the middle.

At the same time, the Jurchen formation in front of the Dashun Army was crowded with people, footsteps rumbled in the dark night, and more Jurchen soldiers stepped forward.

This is Duoduo's last reserve team. He will advance in three directions to completely crush the last straw on the shoulders of this tens of thousands of Dashun army!
Doduo put down the binoculars, and the eyes exposed under the gun helmet wavered slightly.

There are some things that he won't say out loud, but he still has to admit them in his heart.

The combat power of the Rogue army formed entirely by old soldiers is completely different from that of the previous days. If it is an ordinary rogue, it may have collapsed and scattered after suffering such casualties.

But the Dashun offensive lineup, which is almost entirely composed of old soldiers, is still launching a fierce attack on his Manchuria formation!
If the two wings were not covered by the green battalion, if they hadn't been well prepared in advance, maybe even the Manchurian formation would be broken by them today.

In fact, from dusk to night, at least three times, Liu Zongmin led the Dashun army to break through Duduo's Manchurian formation by just a little bit.

just a little bit
The battlefield situation is changing rapidly.

Duoduo stood on the wall of the camp, with a binoculars in his hand that could see several miles. From Yuanwanggou to the front of the camp, there were sentinels of the Qing army cruising around. They were almost invincible, and they could send orders to change tactics at any time. .

The terrain of Tongguan that is easy to defend and difficult to attack is not only true for the besiegers, but also for the besiegers.

Liu Zongmin was different. As a commander, he led elite cavalry to rush to help, and he was often caught in battle, so his observation angle was extremely narrow.

It's not just the disadvantage of falling into the terrain, but also the gap between the command equipment of the two sides.

The facts of history have proved that even if the Dashun Army came in tens of thousands more today, the result would be the same defeat in the end.

"Woooooooooo!"

When the Qing army formation on three sides was about to approach the central army of the Dashun Army, a rush of horns sounded from the camp.

The entire Qing army, no matter the Green Battalion or the Jurchen soldiers, rushed forward like a tide.

The sound of this kind of horn sounded no different to the ears of ordinary people than it did before, but to the ears of the chief generals of the three large formations of the Qing army, it was the horn of a full-scale counterattack.

Although Liu Zongmin's Chinese army is large, it is only 3 horses.

There is still an advantage when facing the 1 Jurchen formation alone, but now that the Qing army is advancing on three sides, the advantage in numbers has disappeared.

But now the formation of the Dashun Army did not collapse, and quickly responded, the sound of rifles and drums changed back and forth, and the soldiers of each battalion carried swords and guns, rushing back and forth in the formation nervously.

The most elite veteran soldiers quickly changed from the original offensive line to a defensive formation, resisting the pursuit of the Jurchen soldiers, and retreating slowly.

Dashun's veteran soldiers have the same strict promotion mechanism as the Jurchen white armor soldiers.

Unless it was supplemented by the original Mingbian army, the normal channels need to be promoted step by step from refugees, ordinary soldiers, and cavalry.

Every old soldier was fought on the battlefield where there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and only old soldiers could be counted as the main force of the Dashun Army.

As for Liu Zongmin personally leading the fine cavalry who can fight head-on with the Jurchen iron cavalry, they are only selected from veteran soldiers.

Therefore, after Li Zijing was promoted to the head of the Ministry, the number of subordinates was only counted as the number of veteran soldiers. It was enough for ordinary soldiers to know the approximate number, and it was not counted as combat power at all.

Dashun garrisons and main forces in various places are only counted as veteran soldiers.

Below the old soldiers, there is no strict staffing requirement in the Dashun Army, because these people are often only at the level of cannon fodder.

Of course, this cannon fodder is not something everyone can do.

The present Dashun no longer had the habit of coercing refugees into being cannon fodder. Ordinary soldiers as cannon fodder had to be screened and provided with the most basic arrow clothing and waist knives.

Now many ordinary soldiers in Dashun have experienced many battles. Although they are not as good as the elite Jurchen Eight Banners, their quality is not much worse than that of the green camp Qing soldiers.

When facing the Ming army, these ordinary soldiers still won more than they lost.

Even in a duel with the green camp of the Qing army, they can often win by numbers.

So at this time on the battlefield in the late Ming Dynasty, a very strange phenomenon appeared.

The Qing army was fighting after the Dashun army, but the Dashun army was chasing the Ming army. Even these ordinary soldiers who were treated as cannon fodder could bully the Ming army.

Although their fighting will is not as good as that of the Qing army, it is much stronger than that of the Ming army.

There are a large number of ordinary soldiers in the rear, and they need to provide time to retreat. Now the only ones who can resist the charge of the Jurchen Eight Banners are those veteran soldiers who have fought fiercely for a long time.

Once their line of defense is broken by the Jurchens, what awaits the ordinary soldiers in the formation is a massacre.

As soon as the formation breaks up, it's all over.

So Liu Zongmin stopped attacking easily at this time and began to shrink his formation.

I saw him raising his sword and leaping his horse, galloping back and forth in the middle of the army, shouting words to boost morale, the hideous scar on his face was even more pervasive.

Under the shouting and tsunami-like killing sounds, the three Qing armies finally came together, squeezing the formation of the Dashun Army from three directions.

The armor of the Qing army gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and they rushed forward with their swords and guns raised, and the sound of overwhelming footsteps resounded across the field.

These Qing troops all looked crazy, and when the Shun army was retreating, they approached crazily.

Whenever the Qing army was about to approach the flank, the cavalry of the Shun army roared forward, even though they knew that there was a forest of guns in front of them, they continued to forge ahead resolutely.

The screams of the horses were intertwined with the screams of the horses, and the cavalry of the advancing Dashun Army fell on their backs and fell under the spears of the green battalion.

But the follow-up cavalry quickly followed up, tightly entangled the Qing army who was about to pursue.

Liu Zongmin rode a war horse, galloping back and forth among the crowd, and every time he stabbed, he easily took away the life of a Qing soldier.

No matter how hard he tried, he only found that the Qing army on both sides was getting closer to the central army, and one after another Shun army soldiers fell under the siege of several Qing troops.

"Li Zijing!"

"Li Zijing!!"

Holding a big knife, Liu Zongmin looked at the Qing army's camp and screamed while pulling his neck. The blood almost stained his whole body red.

Staring at it, Liu Fangliang led the fine cavalry from the Zuoying gallop in pursuit of Tulai's remaining one hundred white-armored guards.

The entire battlefield was in chaos, and the formation of the Dashun Army was almost torn apart under the strong attack of the Qing army on three sides regardless of the cost.

Even the front formation composed of veteran soldiers was on the verge of collapse under the overwhelming offensive of the Qing army, and it was about to collapse completely.

"Where's your tunnel?"

"Bullshit cave method!"

"Eh, I died today, even a ghost will not let you go!!"

Familiar faces one after another fell under the butcher's knife of the Qing army, and the Shun army became fewer and fewer, and the fangs of the Jurchens were even clearly visible.

Liu Zongmin roared wildly, and vented all his anger towards Li Zijing on the Qing army in front of him. At this moment, even the Jurchen armored soldiers were hard to beat him.

"what!!!"

Liu Zongmin threw the helmet on the ground, stared at the Jurchen soldiers with blood-red eyes, and roared angrily.

His whole body was like a devil from hell, so frightened that a Jurchen soldier's mount kicked and knocked the Jurchen cavalry off the horse.

"boom--!"

At this moment, a loud noise came from behind Doduo.

The entire battlefield was silent. At this moment, it seemed that the entire battlefield was quiet, and everyone turned around.

In their eyes, it was a raging fire that soared into the sky, almost lighting up the entire battlefield like daytime!

(End of this chapter)