Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 338
When the peasant army is fighting against the official army, they often rush forward in such a way. The overwhelming momentum often scares down the officer army who has fewer numbers than themselves and has been neglected in training. Even a famous general like Cao Wenzhao, facing The overwhelming peasant army was inevitably flustered, and in the end they were outnumbered in Qiutou Town and were killed in rounds of battle, but here, this trick just didn't work.

It was only later that Song Qingshu noticed that it was really a good thing not to be allowed to enter the city. The river network near Luzhou City was densely covered, and it was cut into fragments. , and the Jindou River and the ancient city of Luzhou happened to be at the tip of a triangle, rushing along the river, the already bloated Chuangjun was crowded here more densely, and it was cannon fodder sent to the door when it encountered artillery fire.

Moreover, the city gate is in the narrow strip between the angle between the Qihuo Army and Luzhou City. No matter whether the Chuangjun wants to attack the city or pull out the village, they have to be under the double artillery fire from the head of the city and the Qihuo Army.

War is the catalyst for the fastest development. It is true that the Chuang army also quickly adjusted its tactics. In one morning, the Chuang army who retreated ten miles did not launch any attack. At noon, some scout cavalry of the Chuang army appeared again. After leaving the battlefield, observing the furthest range of the cannons of the Qihuo army from the traces of the battlefield, a new barracks was built four miles away. Immediately after Song Qingshu's telescope, dozens of cannons were also moved out and placed in his own Before the army formation.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing, which made Ma Shiying beside him suddenly nervous again.

"Why, Commander, can't match the cannon of the thief?"

"No, I'm sighing that Gao Yingxiang must die, either this year or next year." Song Qingshu shook his head hastily.

What did the Peasant Army rely on?It's just a word, run away if you can't beat it, and will never use a large force to fight a decisive battle with the official army. After all, the pockets of the official army are bulging. Such a pair, if you lose it, it will be gone.

If in the past, seeing such a headache situation, not to mention that there were pursuers behind him, even if there were no pursuers, no matter Gao Yingxiang, Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong or Luo Rucai, they would not let the army gnaw at them, but since becoming emperor, look at Gao Yingxiang's actions what?
Indeed, on the Jin land and the Central Plains battlefield, he successively ate Ai Wannian and Cao Wenzhao as the main forces of the two official armies, but he was also caught in the middle by Hong Chengchou and Lu Xiang who were promoted to a governor of five provinces and a prime minister of five provinces. In this case, it is best to go into the mountains, and follow the escape route of the peasant army every time, and also enter the Dabie Mountains, take the Luotian area into Huguang, and then there is room for strategic detours to the south and north, but he is determined to go his own way. The central capital, Fengyang, and the southern capital, Nanjing, came here in one go, and today's death battle does not have any strategic significance, it is nothing more than Gao Yingxiang's face.

He is the emperor, and he can't be blocked by a little beggar handsome.

Just as I was thinking about it, Chuangjun's artillery array was almost set up. Suddenly, facing the setting sun, cheers like landslides rang out suddenly, and the peasant army in front frantically raised their spears high, striking The shield, the sound of long live boiled back to Yingtian, picked up the binoculars again, and realized that a thin-faced man wearing a dragon robe and a crown came to inspect the former army in person, and Song Qingshu shook his head once again.

This scene is really grand, even the dignitaries of the government go out solemnly, and the avoidance sign is all over the front, and there are rows of beauties crossing the feather fans at the back, the style is really full, Gao Yingxiang really used this One set distinguishes himself from the leader of the peasant army below, but I am afraid that the people's hearts are also distinguished by this.

The sun was about to set, and it was impossible to fight this time. After visiting two places, Song Qingshu threw down the binoculars and shook his head and went back to the Chinese army, but Ma Shiying was still worried and looked around endlessly.

At night, the peasant army was quite peaceful. Most of the hungry people are malnourished these days, and they have a lot of night blindness. Song Qingshu didn't take the opportunity to sneak attack. He sent Tian Boguang, the clerk under his command, to try to persuade Gao Yingxiang to retreat again. When he came back, he was whipped more than a dozen times. He came back with a swollen buttock and cried to Song Qingshu sadly. Gao Yingxiang asked him to wash his neck and wait.

If it is not soft, then it has to be hard.

In the early morning of the next day, the huge city of Luzhou was shaken again by countless peasant army horns. Amidst the continuous sound of the horns, the countless peasant armies were built indiscriminately like ants coming out of their nests. They got out of the shed and gathered into a terrifying army of 14. Those rookies at the top of Luzhou city were yelling in horror.

Chuangjun is much more vigilant today, he rushed forward without any results, about two thousand infantry pushed forward with dozens of cannons and advanced cautiously, Ma Shiying, who was watching through the binoculars, was quite nervous , hurriedly urged beside.

"Commander, once the rogue cannons hit us, we will be passive. Why don't we use the cavalry to take the rogue's cannons first?"

In the Ming Dynasty, there were very few people who understood military affairs. Even Ma Shiying, the majestic governor of Lufeng, wanted to do what he did, but the court was still willing to use civilian officials to supervise the army and interfere with the commander blindly. Zhang Juzheng's time was better, he trusted Qi Jiguang, Li Chengliang, even civil servants and military supervisors dare not make irresponsible remarks. After his death, this trend has intensified. It is no wonder that the Ming Dynasty has been losing battles since the beginning of the end of Wanli, whether it is the Northeast battlefield or the domestic war to pacify the peasant army.

Song Qingshu turned around helplessly, arched his hands at him and said: "Commander, Gao Yingxiang started as a horse thief, and he has tens of thousands of cavalry as the main force, and our army has less than a thousand cavalry. Aren’t you giving meat to thieves?”

"Then, just watch them bombard us?"

Resisting the urge to kick Ma Shiying down, Song Qingshu put his arm around the shoulder of an artilleryman beside him, pointing at the artilleryman who was slowly pushing forward amidst the excitement of the little soldier, and ordered.

"Try to raise the elevation angle of your cannon, and you don't have to hit it. As long as you can hit within ten meters of the Chuangjun artillery group, I will reward you with 100 taels of silver!"

"Obey, Commander!"

Regardless of whether it was the bounty or the glory of the commander personally embracing his neck, the little soldier's eyes were red, and he immediately stood at attention and saluted. The co-gunner corrected the angle of the cannon together.

The advanced feature of the red cannon is not only the long range, but also the front sight, the rear sight and the mountain lookout, which can provide an approximate position compared with the large firecrackers of the Ming Dynasty. The gunner does not know what he is talking about. The old ancestor begged once and adjusted it four times in a row before the gunner carefully ignited the fuse.

Maybe he was really blessed by his ancestors, when the cannon shot out with a bang, it happened to hit a rather large bronze general cannon a little behind, with a bang, the shot ball smashed the bronze cannon body, and immediately They ejected one after another and killed three gunners in a row before they stopped on the ground covered in blood.

The Chuangjun had at least fifty to sixty cannons, and the loss caused by this miracle was not big, but the pot was blown up in the Chuangjun artillery formation, and they pushed more than 200 meters. Some gunners directly Throwing down the cannon and running away, some panicked and stuffed the fuse on the spot, bombarding wildly in the direction of Java.

For a while, the front of the begging army became lively, and the roaring cannons sprayed out like raindrops. The rumbling sound of the cannons was like the rumbling of spring thunder, and a puff of white smoke rose from the position. Heavy iron balls, shot puts The shells hit the ground and the mud splashed everywhere, and the momentum seemed to be the end of the world.

There were even more lively ones, when they were shooting, suddenly a cannon flew up directly in their own position, rolled to the back and crushed ten people to death in a row.

Cannons are not so fun. Tofu projects are not a unique phenomenon in later generations. In the Ming Dynasty, corruption was everywhere and bribes were accepted. Even armaments can be saved. Even the cannons in Luzhou City There are hundreds of them, and there is no unified standard for cannons cast in different regions at different times. How much medicine can be filled depends on the gunner’s experience. The bore is inevitable.

But at any rate, this burst of landslides and earth-shattering bombardment was really invigorating. Although the furthest cannon had just hit the edge of the trench of the beggar army, listening to the thundering cannonball still made 10,000+ Breaking into the army is like being beaten with chicken blood, sweeping away the decadence of yesterday's defeat.

"Hit Luzhou, kill!"

There was another burst of encouragement from the general, and once again a dense army of rushing troops swept over.

This time, the Chuangjun obviously learned a lot. Instead of using those old and weak cannon fodder, they directly used the backbone of each battalion to carry out a surprise attack. Only about [-] troops were dispatched, and the troops were also arranged in skirmish lines to attack, far away .

"Fire, fire!"

Seeing the Chuang army approaching, Ma Shiying yelled anxiously again. Fortunately, the Qihuo army didn't listen to him. The commander of the artillery battalion came to ask for instructions, and watched with binoculars for a while, but Song Qingshu waved his hand.

"The five guns in the front line fire in turn, and the ones behind wait!"

In the distance of more than four miles, about 20 scattered shells fell, but the results were too few, but a dozen or so were killed, but the shelling brought a panic effect, forcing those intruders to speed up their pace, He ran to the front of the begging army's position.

Four miles, 2000 meters, there is very little endurance training these days. By the time they reach the place, many people have already run out of breath, gasping for breath, and their pace has slowed down. The last 100 meters is the most important thing. Watch They ran to the range marked by the red line on the ground, and Miao Mei, who was commanding below, couldn't help showing a bloodthirsty smile, very much like the West Point Military Academy of later generations, swung the command knife forward, and roared again at the top of her throat.

"Arrange guns, get ready!"

In the spacious trench behind the parapet, the first row of musketeers standing in three rows put their flintlocks flat on the parapet, squinting their eyes.

"put!"

Amidst the crackling gunshots, the elite soldiers who had finally rushed to the front of the begging army fell down like harvesting wheat, and a large number of screams sounded in front of the formation again, and the corners of Song Qingshu's mouth couldn't help twitching again. A few times.

"Why doesn't this person listen to advice?"

(End of this chapter)