Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 766 The Last Battle
Bata~bata~
The crystal clear jade was flying up and down in the hands, making crisp sounds with the table from time to time. However, except for the moving hand, Song Qingshu's whole body seemed to be turned into a sculpture, his eyes were straight, fixed on his hand On the opposite side of the jade, Song Yongzhong, who had more stubble and decadence on his face, was standing there, but his head and eyes were fixed on the jade.

There is no love and hate for no reason in the world. From the perspective of others, it is she Yuer who has been favored by the commander in chief and is on the rise, but only he, Song Qingshu, knows that this girl really dedicated everything to him, and she is beyond her life. , There are also many singers from the Marshal's Mansion, such as Qiaoyan and Luan'er, but no woman can be as selfless and selfless as her, which makes Song Qingshu have to treat her as her own, and can't let go.

Looking at this piece of jade, he understood.

It was more than ten years ago in the winter of the sixth year of Chongzhen. At that time, Hongniang Xing was still there, and he was just a little rebel leader who couldn't see the light. That year, he went to the grassland with Hongniang Xing. It was the first and last time in his life. They met Huang Taiji, and on the way there, in Datong, they rescued a group of orphans who barely survived by eating their mother's flesh.

Song Qingshu handed the jade to the black and thin kid who bit himself.

Unexpectedly, the kindness that was just a momentary thought was rewarded by a girl who gave her all in return!For a while, Song Qingshu suddenly felt his chest constricted. After several times, he suddenly coughed violently, almost out of breath, and finally had to support the table suddenly and stood up.

"Big guy!"

Song Yongzhong wanted to go around the table in a panic, but he gasped violently for a few times, and Song Qingshu raised his hand violently.

"It's okay, I'm fine!"

"She, really left?"

"Back to Commander, Yu'er, let's go!"

There was another long period of silence, Song Qingshu suddenly raised his hand holding the jade, but immediately retracted it, this jade may be the only thing Song Yongzhong misses, but it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes!I gave it to him, but maybe it hurt him, so Song Qingshu hesitated for a while, but seeing this, Song Yongzhong suddenly knelt down, cupped his hands high, and lowered his head excitedly and tremblingly as if receiving an imperial edict.

"Thank you, Commander-in-Chief!"

Looking at the clasped hands, looking at the jade in hand, sighed again, gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, Song Qingshu slapped the jade hard on Song Yongzhong's hand.

Just like a lock, Song Yongzhong stuffed the jade into his chest, locking his heart.

"okay!"

After another moment of silence, he stretched out his hand to pick up Song Yongzhong, then turned around and took off his saber. Song Qingshu's face became gloomy again, and he walked out hastily, humming.

"The woman is done crying, it's time for us men to bleed!"

As soon as the door of the tent was pushed open, a strong smell of gunpowder came directly to the face, accompanied by noise and shouts everywhere, a dozen artillerymen rushed forward pushing the cannons, at the forefront, crackling The sound of gunshots, the screams of soldiers who were wounded and dying, and the deafening artillery fire.

It is already the third day of the general offensive.

Unexpectedly, the worries about the future were solved in such a dramatic way. The Ming army launched a general attack on the Qing army according to the expected plan. Now the front line has been pushed forward across the board, and the huge trenches set up in Sizhou have been left behind. , The former barracks of the Qing army have been breached, and around the three Qing barracks in the middle, left, and right, almost 80 troops started a bloody fight with each other.

I don’t know how many times the record was broken. 970 large and small rifled guns poured their anger on the opposite Qing army together. The heavy shells hit the ground fiercely. Power, but also made the earth full of holes. All kinds of shrapnel, flowering bullets, solid bullets, and grape bullets fell hard on the 20-mile front of Jiannu's Chinese army, sack fortifications, wooden fences, and tents. , Luzhai, one by one, was torn to pieces like paper.

However, it is also the same principle of coming and going without being indecent. The Qing army who entered the Central Plains for several years seems to have learned it. Under the cover of tents, in the temporarily dug artillery pits, 290 seven Hongyi cannons are constantly spraying the flames of death. , front, one battalion after another with battalion flags, striding forward generously and singing, these horrible things mercilessly smashed into the ranks, thighs were blown off, people were blown away, and bright red blood was scattered Persistent in mid-air like a rainbow.

The horror of the age of firearms is undoubtedly revealed in this eastern land. There is no war in the same era even in the West that can match the overwhelming artillery fire these days. Both the Ming army and the Qing army seem to be involved in the war between giants. Poor dwarf, fell down like mowing grass in this huge killing. Fighting to this day, the Ming army has paid a heavy price of more than 3000 dead and [-] injured. Casualties will not be low.

Despite being baptized by this terrible artillery fire, the brave Ming warriors still rushed to the front of the Chinese army's wall. The messy Qingbeiyang new army shouted and raised their firecrackers behind the fence for the rest of their lives. Under the order of his own officer, the already disorganized Ming barracks also started with rows of bayonets and rifles shining with cold light.

Later generations always feel stupid when they talk about the wars of this era, and jokingly refer to them as queuing up and shooting, but the soldiers of this era are the most courageous, because for the sake of the whole collective, they dare to face the roaring war with their chests. The bullets, following the roar of the commanders on both sides, opened fire, with a trail of white smoke, thousands of projectiles shot out, and the air was filled with ear-piercing puffing sounds.

Puff puff puff, a fountain of blood erupted in the chest, the Ming army in the front row fell in disorder, the bullet pierced through the wooden fortification, and the head of the Qing man who hid with a shot in the back was broken, and his whole face became ferocious and terrifying. Crouching under the wall of the stronghold, but after one shot, the Ming army in the second row raised their guns without hesitation, and beside the collapsed Qing army, another bloody hand grabbed his gunpowder The bag was filled with a clicking sound.

Shooting at 50 meters, the last 30 meters is the charging distance. After seven or eight rounds of continuous shooting, the Ming army who survived the catastrophe roared and ran, and the experienced Qing army veterans stopped loading and retreated After a few steps, Ma Bu picked up the bayonet.

"kill!"

During the roar, the low Luzhai was kicked down and leaped. The Han Eight Banner Xinding, who had just finished loading and hadn't pulled out the cleaning rod, raised his French rifle in panic. Unfortunately, he couldn't wait to fire. The bayonet of a Ming army warrior He has already been pierced through. On the battlefield, there is only one chance, and they will never have the chance to learn this lesson.

But before he could draw out the bayonet, the veteran of the Qing army who had already found a good opportunity roared to make up for it with a three-edged bayonet. Amidst the heart-pounding puffing sound, the blood of the Ming army was also sprayed hot on the ground. It is constantly improving, and now whether it is a northern soldier or a southern soldier, it seems that the fighting mode is almost the same.

A veteran of the Eighth Route Army once concluded that in a hand-to-hand bayonet battle, no matter who wins or loses, the casualty rate can almost reach a terrifying [-]%, [-]%, or even [-]%. What's new, spear points to spear points, white swords go in and red swords come out, there are Ming soldiers kicking the enemy down with one foot, and then make up for it with one knife, and there are also Qing people who stabbed with one knife, the Ming warriors shouted unwillingly Falling down, corpses quickly accumulated on the ground.

Song Qingshu once watched the movie Taierzhuang, and there was a scene that the veterans lamented, and it was the most real, that is, a Japanese soldier rushed into the national army's front line, bayoneted like lightning, and stabbed three Sichuan soldiers in a blink of an eye. At that time, our Physical fitness, explosive power and reaction ability are indeed not as good as devils, but now on this battlefield, this situation seems to have been replicated.

The ones at the front are all the Han army, and their supplies are tight. They eat the worst food in the Eight Banners army, and their physical fitness declines rapidly. However, the food supply of the Ming army is much better than them, although the southern soldiers are much better than the northern soldiers. A head shorter, explosive power and endurance, far higher than the opponent.

, This is the capital of the bayonet!
"Marshal! General Zhao Sheng is about to attack!"

In the binoculars, the Xuanlong fire-breathing flags of the Ming army were planted one after another on the edge of the Qing positions, and strongholds were pulled out everywhere. Some staff officers couldn't bear it anymore and shouted excitedly. However, standing at the end of the officer corps Up front, Song Qingshu's expression was far from optimistic, and his brows were tightened instead.

Suddenly, the deafening sound of cannons rang out again, but this time it was not bombarding the Ming army's position, but a howl of resentful ghosts erupted in the center of the battlefield where the Eight Banners Chinese Army fought most fiercely. There was a heart-piercing scream, whether it was the Ming army or the Qing army, they were torn apart by the sprayed shotgun in an instant.

"Damn it, Dorgon, that bastard, actually fired at his own people!"

The cheers that were about to be issued just now came to an abrupt end, and even a general staff officer's cap fell to the ground violently, spitting and cursing indignantly, even Song Qingshu couldn't help shaking his head.

Dorgon is really poisonous!

From a rational point of view, this is simply unreasonable, but from an efficiency point of view, this is a perfect exchange. Anyway, the frontier infantry of the Qing army is already in a state of defeat, and the number of deaths under artillery fire must be less than that of the Ming army, causing a lot of damage. He defended the front again, killing two birds with one stone!
"Order Zhao Sheng's troops to retreat, and at the same time send an order to the chief of staff, Gu Yanwu, to open the distance, and immediately shelled, and let me take all those exposed Jiannu artillery!"

"As ordered!"

Answering loudly, the messenger ran down excitedly, but at this time, Song Yongzhong, who had been watching the battle for more than half an hour, knelt beside Song Qingshu with his fists clasped and one knee in military salute.

"Marshal, send us to pick up the vanguard! The last commander will carry these cannons!"

This is indeed a good choice. Now the frontier army has expanded to [-]. Although most of them have become agents and spread all over the world, there are always [-] as special forces, which exist like sharp knives. A strong front-running army goes deep into the enemy's position and destroys the artillery, which is also a perfect breakthrough in today's anxious battlefield.

However, Song Qingshu shook his head and refused.

"Your legion has more important tasks. Send an order to the deputy commander-in-chief, General Xia, to draw the Seventh Front Army from his flank. After Zhao Sheng retreats, they will take the top. This commander wants to see, he Dorgon How long can it last!"

The raging fire in his eyes dimmed, but the anger was like the dark fire buried in the ground after the raging flames had passed. It became hotter and more dangerous. After saluting, Song Yongzhong retreated silently, while Li Dingguo was He clasped his fist heavily, and immediately got off the platform.

After more than ten minutes of long shelling, another row of high-morale warriors of the Ming Army used their bodies to block their already scarred and exhausted Brothers of the Fifth Front Army at the end, standing under the banner in person, holding their sabers high , Li Dingguo roared loudly.

"Brothers, defeat the Jiannu in front of you, this is the last battle!"

The last battle! ! !

(End of this chapter)