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Chapter 1464 Shock
Everyone on the battlefield could feel that after the artillery troops of the Ming army arrived, the face of the general of the Raksha Kingdom in the car formation must have turned green.

Especially the heavy-armed elite troops next to the artillery troops, which made Baibai Alatan Arslen envious.

No, it's the Baizong Golden Lion.

He heard that those people committed a crime in Daming and were punished to fight here, but General Qi equipped them with better weapons and equipment than the soldiers of the cavalry sub-battalion.

Are all the people who committed crimes in the Ming Empire like this?
Those who wear the same armor are one circle or even two circles bigger than others... Those criminal soldiers are not all such people, but the probability of such people appearing is very high. There may not be one of a hundred or a thousand people in an ordinary army , there is one out of three or five of those people.

Some even several stand together.

The Golden Lion looked back at his poor cavalry, they wore chain mail outside their fur coats, and there were rarely more than a dozen chain mail men with breastplates, shoulder plates, and plastrons in the entire hundred headquarters. elite.

Look at those people again, the bowl helmets with eyebrows and necks, the bulging red cotton armor, the armor skirts hanging down to the feet, and the layers of steel armbands on the arms, enclosing the whole body tightly.

There are also weapons, those people use long-handled hammers, spears, and those with four-sided square sticks, each of which looks more terrifying than the other.

General Chaohua said that it was the best armor of the Ming army. The thick cotton was pressed tightly with foam nails, and it was tied with large curved steel sheets... Golden Lion felt that General Chaohua might not know anything else, so he just Will brag.

The best armor will go to these criminals?

Especially those criminals did not look like soldiers. The bang of their own artillery could scare them away. Fortunately, they were not Siberians.

In the swamps of Siberia, there is a wet mist in the air. In the middle of the battlefield is the huge, boxy Checheng of the Raksha Kingdom. In the two arrows outside the Checheng, there are dozens of nomadic horsemen ranging from hundreds to thousands. The army array surrounded them.

The middle area from Checheng to the nomadic front line is the unique landform of Siberian swamps formed by the thawing and flooding of the river. The deep place is the water surface that can submerge half of the calf, and the shallow place is mixed with the water surface after the spring. The grass that can't be named at the waist.

Near the battlefield is the birch forest where the mist can only reach the waist of the tree, and in the distance is the tall and rolling Ural Mountains.

It was the worst possible battlefield for a nomadic army, and although the enemy could not escape, it was difficult for their cavalry to attack.

The dry soil brought by the herdsmen at the foot of the mountain spread out seven earthwork platforms on each side of the front line as artillery positions.

When the artillery roared, one solid shell after another pierced through the fog and blasted towards the car camp in the Raksha Kingdom. Some shells fell in the distance, and some hit the car wall, smashing the wooden wall that bows and arrows could not penetrate. Make a hole and take the life of the person inside.

The Siberian cavalry held the spears issued by Ming Dynasty, idly setting up the battle line behind the artillery positions, quietly watching the artillery positions in seven directions shooting towards the vehicle battalion.

Round, round, and round.

Until the soldiers of the Siberian Khanate were fascinated.

The shock was like those shells were hitting their own hearts.

How strong and rich must a country, a tribe, or an army be to deploy hundreds of Franc cannons to such a local battlefield thousands of miles away from the mainland, with at least [-] soldiers? Standing at a distance from the enemy line in the form of encirclement, but prevent them from attacking.

Just let them stand in the wetland or form an army formation on horseback like the golden lion and his subordinates, watching the artillery troops endlessly pouring shells into the car camp.

Even these artillery and artillery shells were not transported by the Ming army from the hinterland of Ming Dynasty. Their shells came from Kazakhstan, some of the gunpowder raw materials also came from there, and more raw materials came from the command and envoy of Yili, and all of them were wasted here.

It's hard to say if a cannonball weighing three to four catties can accurately kill an enemy, but the artillery commander of the Ming Dynasty under Qi Shuai's order didn't care at all, as if what the artillery fired was just a cheap feathered arrow.

Feather arrows are not cheap, at least for the Golden Lion and the tribe where many people standing here are from, feather arrows are not cheap, a good arrow is expensive and rare, but they just blast it like this.

The golden lion felt that his entire tribe might not be as expensive as the shells and gunpowder that were blown up in this battle.

He thought this way a few minutes before the artillery bombardment, and it was only possible, but when the artillery rang intermittently for a quarter of an hour and still did not stop, Golden Lion thought it was not a possibility, but a certainty.

His tribe must be less expensive than these shells and gunpowder.

The young tribal chief believed that the commander in the car battalion should surrender even for the sake of these shells.

'If Qi Shuai took what was lost in this battle and bribed the Khan of this Raksha army with an equivalent amount of money before the start of the battle, this army may have already set off and marched towards their capital by now. '

The golden lion tilted his head and shook his head as he spoke to the attendant carrying the flag, "Anyway, if it were me, if someone came to me with these, no matter which sweater, I would kill him."

The purpose of the artillery commander of the Ming army was very clear. It seemed that he did not spare the ammunition at all. He just wanted to use artillery to blast the vehicle formation to collapse. Everything he did seemed to be to let the enemy commander understand the result.

Either the car formation loses its protective ability, and the surrounded infantry presses up to surround and annihilate it.

Either the soldiers in the car formation collapsed and walked out of the wooden wall by themselves, and they would also be annihilated.

Although the shells were inaccurate, the ground was soft and it was difficult to achieve the damage of conventional hard-ground artillery battles, this army still suffered from unparalleled fear and pressure.

Standing at the position of the golden lion, he could already hear the painful wailing from the car formation, which was so cruel that it seemed to cover his ears.

It's not that the enemy didn't intend to surrender, it's just that the Ming army didn't know whether those soldiers who wanted to get out of the car wall over and over again were for fighting or surrendering.

Maybe it didn't matter what they were for—they all got shot back anyway.

Finally, at a certain time, when a certain golden lion yawned, the enemy commanders and soldiers seemed to finally understand a truth.

Those wooden walls, which don't give anyone a sense of security, are more frightening in this case, because they can't see the trajectory of the shells.

The Raksha army couldn't take it anymore, they began to bring down some of the intact wooden walls to form a simple artillery position, and pushed the artillery from other countries exported from England on it to cover the infantry advancing.

The Tsarist Russian nobles led their soldiers and formed a formation with their weapons in hand. One foot was deep and the other was shallow. They braved artillery fire and launched a slow charge towards the Ming army's position.

Surrounded on all sides, it doesn't matter which direction they break through, but the direction they choose is the south, the direction where the Chinese army Lakacha is located.

The first to bear the brunt was Fei Yu's artillery position.

(End of this chapter)