A small soldier of the frontier army in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 900 Coverage
(The following is the finale. According to the plot, it may be divided into two chapters: Extinction and My Hometown. The time period of the last chapter will be transferred to a few months later, and some necessary characters and events will be explained from the perspective of Chongzhen. Because it is necessary to carefully Check and think, if there is no update tomorrow, it will be updated around the evening of the day after tomorrow.)
"shooting!"

Exploding guns sounded together, as if a huge wall of smoke had risen behind the parapet of Shenling Mountain's defense line for tens of miles. The bursting flames formed a line again, and thick white smoke permeated the parapet.

Seventy paces away from the outermost small wall, the slaves rushing densely, regardless of the second Tartars of the Han Eight Banners, the Japanese Eight Banners, and the Fresh Eight Banners, under these two violent volleyball blows, they were like a gust of wind. A large piece of dumped.

At most, they wear simple cotton armor, and the Japanese Eight Banners only have bamboo armor. With the power of the Jingbian army's firearms, how can they stop them after being hit?Blood mist emerged from all of them, and they rolled to the ground layer by layer, letting out heart-piercing howls.

The rest were not shot, and they rushed into the few shield cars and bamboo bundles to hide.

Or fling behind a dirt wall less than half a person high, sticking out their buttocks like an ostrich, unwilling to get up.

Then came the ferocious tiger squatting cannon, the Flang machine made a loud noise, and after bursting out of thick smoke, it seemed that countless small black shadow fans shot violently at the passageway, and the blood mist flew wildly, and countless small blood flowers bloomed like splashed ink , The surging crowd overturned densely.

Not to mention the screams of the two Tatars who were shot resounded through the sky and the earth. The power of the shot even caused some pushed bamboo bundles and shield carts to shatter and fall.

The defense line of Shenling Mountain is similar to the Julu defense line of the past. There are about a hundred vacancies in the low walls and ditches of more than 20 miles. Each place has a tiger squatting cannon, and a small and medium-sized Frang machine gun is added to the important place. Then these vacancies The passage can also be used by the soldiers behind the wall to attack.

The tiger squatting cannon's power at close range is naturally extraordinary, and it matches this line of defense-the seventy steps in front of the parapet, except for the space left deliberately, are all layers of small trench walls, and then the parapet is even more "V" shaped The top is wide and the bottom is narrow, and the trench is wide and deep. It is almost impossible to pass through. The only way is to go through the passage.

Then the dense firecrackers on both sides aimed at it, the tiger crouched and the guns were mounted, and the passage was not very wide. The crowded crowd was a huge and good target.

In particular, the tiger crouching cannon can hold [-] to [-] rounds of iron bullets in one cannon. When this cannon is fired, all the Ertars who are shot will roll on the ground and let out inhuman screams.

Moreover, there are artillery rockets on Shenling Mountain and Tangshan Mountain. On Ershan Mountain, there are ten Hongyi heavy cannons, twenty ordinary Hongyi cannons, twenty heavy mortars, and ten light rockets in total.After being asked by Sun Sanjie, the two mountains were each equipped with a heavy rocket, each with ten heavy rockets.

At this time, these artillery rockets continued to bombard, especially extended bombardment, hitting their rear.

There was another rumbling sound of cannons on Tangshan. Amidst the smog, a solid iron ball weighing more than ten kilograms whizzed towards the line of Manchurian blue flags marching viciously. The metal shells bounced and swept across the ground. The piercing neighing and screaming of the people and horses.

Looking at the scene of blood and flesh flying over there, Jierhalang couldn't help but tear his eyes.

Every time the shells whizzed over, it was a cruel alley of flesh and blood, and then there was a lot of chaos around.

Our own warriors stood alive and were beaten, many of them were elite vest soldiers, even Ba Yala, but they died meaninglessly like this, especially the wounded rolled on the ground and howled miserably, which made people gnash their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.

This time he brought [-] troops to Changping, threatening the back of the Jingbian army. The army also carried ten four-wheeled cannons. Unexpectedly, as soon as the cannons were pulled out, their heavy cannons, mortars, and that strange Sharp rockets hit like raindrops.

His ten treasured heavy artillery were destroyed in one breath, completely losing his long-range firepower, and he could only use his life to fill the solid defensive positions of the Jing frontier army.

Then they stood in the rear with the Manchurian soldiers with the blue banner, facing the constant bombardment of the Jingbian army's artillery and rockets.

There was another shrill whistling sound, and another solid iron ball weighing more than ten kilograms whizzed over, hitting a crowd of people and horses not far from him, accompanied by the frightening sound of tendons breaking and bones breaking.There were also more intensive whistling sounds in the front area, and three to five catties of cannons roared over from time to time, raging unscrupulously in the crowd.

There was a lot of howling and crying, no matter the real Tartar or the second Tartar, they were all beaten by the shells and cried for their father and mother, Jierhalang's eyes were tearing apart, but he had no choice.

The Hongyi heavy artillery of the Jingbian Army has a maximum range of five miles, and has great accuracy at a distance of three or four miles. The same is true for heavy mortars.Then the remaining ordinary Hongyi cannons have a maximum range of two or three miles, and have great accuracy in one or two miles.

And Jierhalang's array must be placed three or four, at most four or five miles away, otherwise it would be impossible to supervise the march, and the Han, North Korea, and Japanese flags, as well as Liu Liangzuo's soldiers and horses, were placed closer. It was within the space where the Jingbian army's metal iron ball was bleeding.

and also……

The unique and fierce whistling sound came again, and several fireworks trails soared into the sky, like meteors falling, screaming and falling here.

With the sound of a violent explosion, Jierharang's eyes were about to burst again. His Ba Yala, the most elite fighter in the banner that he needed more than ten or twenty years to cultivate, just rolled around in the sound of the explosion. Big movies, even if they wear triple armor, it's useless.

There were even people who were on fire all over their bodies, screaming mournfully. They stumbled, and the flames on their bodies rushed up to the height of two people. Wherever they passed, everyone panicked and retreated, otherwise they would be stained by this sticky flame. It will soon become a big fireball.

They screamed miserably, as if there was nothing to slam, only to be burned to death.

Seeing the miserable conditions of these companions and smelling the smell of barbecue, even Ba Yala and the vest soldiers beside them were panicked and panicked.

The rockets of the Jingbian army were designed to hit the Manchurian blue flag soldiers who were in charge of the formation. Earlier, a rocket even landed directly near Jierhalang's Zhijin dragon banner. The dense small iron bullets splashed like heavy rain. Jierha Lang's Geshha was overturned in a large area, and even a few small iron bullets brushed past his ears.

Jierhalang no longer dared to stand under the banner. He asked people to hold the banner, but he himself stayed away from the dragon.

He looked worriedly at the panicked soldiers around him, fearing that the attacking crowd in front would not collapse, but the people behind him would collapse first.

……

"terrible."

Liu Liangzuo looked back and felt that it was better to be shot or shot.

The Xuzhou generals beside him were also terrified, seeing the firepower of the Jingbian army for the first time, they were dumbfounded and regretful at the same time.

I knew that when the Jingbian army attacked Changping, they would take the initiative to surrender.

……

"Can you hit the slave chief over there?"

On the top of Tangshan, Sun Sanjie put down the binoculars and asked the observer next to him.

Not far from him, there are five light rocket launch tanks and one heavy rocket vehicle. There are observers and observers beside the tank vehicle, each with a gun scope.

Hearing Sun Sanjie's question, the observer shook his head: "It's very difficult for a rocket to hit a precise target, unless it covers a large scale."

Sun Sanjie held up the binoculars for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Then watch the timing, and shoot the rocket out in one go."

Standing on the top of the mountain, he could see everything in front of his eyes. The tide-like sea of ​​people in the wilderness, from Jundu Mountain in the north to the Shahe River in the south, seemed to be covered with figures of Tartars and Ertars.

In front of the parapet not far from the foot of the mountain, dense crowds of Ertars were blocking them. They were in a panic, some were lying on their stomachs, some were standing, and they also fired guns and arrows. The defenders are not a threat.

After the two platoons fired, the musketeers retreated to the rear to reload, while the other two platoons crouched behind the parapet and waited.Seeing that the Ertars seemed to stand up densely again, ready to try to climb over the low wall and ditch, suddenly there was a swan horn, and a row of musketeers stood up abruptly, and pulled the trigger at the Ertars in front of them.

A ferocious volley of guns sent blood and mist flying across the crowd in front of them, and the densely packed Ertars rolled over again.

"put!"

There was another sharp swan sound, and another row of musketeers stood up again. White smoke filled the air, and they fired again ferociously.Corpses were piled up in front of the parapet, and after two more vicious volleys of guns, it seemed that the second Tartars of the Han, North Korean, and Japanese banners in front of them were about to be shot empty.

The screams were earth-shattering, especially those Japanese and Korean screams, and everyone was indescribably terrified.

When they entered the Central Plains, they might have thought about how to spread their military power and make a name for themselves, or simply rob, but they didn't expect it to be the beginning of a nightmare.

"Beat the drum and let the spearmen attack."

Sun Sanjie ordered again on Tangshan.

Amidst the rapid drumbeat, dense spearmen rushed out from the passage, and the Ertars retreated like a tide, and their attack failed again.

……

The ground shook slightly, and gradually the vibration became more and more violent, and finally formed a muffled thunder-like sound.

A black line appeared on the horizon, slowly forming a torrent of cavalry, they rushed across the ground like a tide, and tens of thousands of horseshoes stepped on the ground like thunder.

"Boom!"

They galloped in the wilderness beside the mountain. Amidst the sky-shattering smoke and dust, they ran across Niulan Mountain and Caohe Camp not far below the mountain, and then divided into two groups. The river went straight to the city of Shunyi.

They were the first and second battalions, hussars, and chasseurs of the Suzaku Army under the command of General Baotao Gao Shiyin, as well as the soldiers and horses of the rear battalion of the right battalion of the cavalry of the Chinese army and the third battalion of the army.

[-] of them came flanking aggressively. Although they were all horses and moved quickly, the sentry cavalry of the Qing army on the other side of the Shahe River did not miss it.

Just looking at the huge torrent of cavalry and cavalry, they didn't know what to do. With such a huge force rushing directly behind them, if they quickly passed on the information, would the Chinese army on the other side of the river have time to respond?

……

Faced with the eyes of the sun, the moon, the waves, the flags, and the flowers, one by one the army marched in an orderly manner. As they advanced, they were as one as a mountain, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly with each step.

Li Guangheng squinted his eyes and glanced over there. The infantry formation on Wen Fangliang's side earlier had become a square formation, which was convenient for moving quickly in the plain, and the same was true for the [-] reserve infantry coming from behind.They moved in an orderly manner, and their heavy footsteps merged into a neat marching sound.

He looked back again, the bright red mane of the horse was flying like fire, and the cold light of the horse lance shone on the ground. His horse lance cavalry had already rushed to Wen Fangliang's side. After a quick discussion, they formed a cavalry battle formation.

They formed a sharp formation, with [-] cavalry cavalry as the vanguard, and then Wen Fangliang's first-class battalion used feather cavalry tactics, each of them used a thick-backed saber, and Shaanxi and Gansu each led the cavalry, and the soldiers of the Zhongyi Battalion were distributed behind the two wings. , forming a huge cavalry array.

But before that, let the rocket artillery give a good lesson to the thieves over there.

They marched in formation, and the chilling and flying could not help but make people feel tears in their eyes. You Shiwei, who was in front of the right-wing formation, exhaled happily, and felt very honored to be able to join such a high-spirited team. , I and others can leave their names in history, proudly through the ages.

The big formation was marching, and the first battalion of the Qinglong Army was led by Yin Yijin, a general of the Chinese army and the middle battalion, but at this time Wen Fangliang also rode beside Li Guangheng. Seeing the movements of the thieves over there, Wen Fangliang smiled and said: "It seems that the intruder The thief is still not giving up, trying to resist."

Li Guangheng said coldly: "They should have escaped early."

Yin Yijin said coldly: "After the battle of Tongguan, everything went smoothly for the thief, especially when he went down to the capital on the second day, he was supercilious, and he would not be reconciled if he didn't touch his head and get bloody."

Wen Fangliang smiled and said, "This is called not crying without seeing the coffin."

Several people could see clearly that a large number of rogue archers, pikemen, musketeers and other infantry were being hurriedly dispatched from the rear by them, and their cavalry seemed to be gathering as well.

Perhaps in the eyes of Li Zicheng and others, there are only [-] cavalry here, and there are as many as [-] to [-] of them. How can they be reconciled if they don't fight?And as long as the cavalry stay away from this lineup and don't get entangled with it, they may not be invincible.

The big formation quickly entered the second mile, and the bandits on the opposite side were still panicking. No matter whether they were infantry or cavalry, Wen Fangliang smiled dismissively. Maybe Li Zicheng and others were not reconciled, but the performance of his team showed their quality.

He looked at the front of the formation, not to mention the heavy artillery, all kinds of light artillery, especially the rocket battalion, one heavy rocket battalion, and two light rocket battalions, all lined up in front of the formation.

"Let these thieves have a good taste of rockets. They were far away earlier. They only had infantry and a small number of cavalry to eat rockets. Now they can cover them. Let's have a full meal!"

……

"The time is coming."

Looking at the vast army array on the opposite side, the flags are like a sea, and the pressure is like a mountain, it is as suffocating as if Mount Tai is pressing down on the top.

As Kong San said, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and smoked one for Lao Hu.

Lao Hu took out the fire pocket from his waist, pulled out the sleeve, and shook it hard, the fire inside rekindled.

He lit a cigarette for Kong San, lit it himself, took a deep puff, and exhaled a big puff of smoke.

He put the fire pocket on and stuffed it back, and said viciously: "To capture the thief, first capture the king, whether you can be the village head, whether my old Hu's family can produce an official, depends on this vote."

(End of this chapter)