"Well, Destiny Khan can't beat Qiantun. Can someone like us take Qiantun?" Ulie didn't want to hit Bakshi's confidence, but he hoped that Bakshi could face the reality.
"Ulie, even if I can’t take the Qiantun, I will kill a hundred Ming troops and avenge the missing Niu Lu. No, one hundred is not enough. The soldiers of the Golden Kingdom are precious. I want to kill. One thousand, ten thousand Ming troops died."
"..."
"Ulie, if you don't attack Qiantun and if you can't kill the Ming army in large numbers, how do you think the banner owner will punish me?" Speaking of the banner owner, the courage that Bakshi just gathered quickly faded, and the horse milk wine in his hand also lost the past. The taste.
Wu Lie sighed deeply: "Er Zhen, they were only ambushed by the Ming army when they were patrolling. They were not dying on the battlefield due to the Ming army. For their disappearance, E Zhen soldier was not at fault. ."
"No, they are my cattle record. This is not only the shame of the red flag, but also the shame of the Great Golden State. Besides, there is also a Mongolian cattle record..." Bakshi's eyes were severely bloodshot because of anxiety. "The banner owner will If you kill me, my family will be humiliated because of me, and they will become slaves to others."
Ulie really couldn't find any words to comfort Bakshi. After a long time, he only said one sentence: "Maybe things are not as bad as we thought..."
At noon, Bakshi was already close to Qiantun.
"Jiannu's cavalry came fast enough, and they came soon after the message of'Haitongqing' arrived." Yuan Chonghuan had a vague expectation. This was the first time he commanded soldiers to fight Jiannu in the wild.
Bakshi also found the first army on the opposite side: "These Ming troops are simply taking bad medicine. They don't want the wall, but they are in the wild." He was happy for a while. It seems that his family may not need to be slaves to others. Up.
The number of Ming troops seems to be more than them, but Bakshi directly ignored the number of Ming troops. No matter how large these tofu troops are, his soldiers will shoot a few more arrows and swing a few more machetes.
The Ming Army was also Li Xing’s first brigade. The Chinese Army had 1,500 soldiers. These soldiers were divided into three rows, each with 500 soldiers. The 300 soldiers behind were all sabers, guarding the artillery on both sides; There are 600 cavalrymen each. If the jian slave soldiers break through the flintlock formation, these cavalry must protect the infantry in the middle and directly fight the jian slave cavalry.
Jianu completely stopped about two thousand steps in front of the Ming army, and Bakshi sat on the big black horse, gesticulating for a while.
The five Niu Lu of Jiannu immediately adjusted their formation. The Han Army Niu Lu was on the left and the Mongolian Niu Lu was on the right. Two columns rushed towards the Ming Army’s position. Behind them, there were three Jurchen cattle. record.
"Military seat, the one in front seems to be a Han." Li Xing has been standing beside Yuan Chonghuan.
Yuan Chonghuan carefully observed for a while, "Looking at the costumes, they look like Han people, but since they raised their butcher knives to us, they are our enemies. Although their bodies shed the blood of Han people, from the moment they joined the establishment of slaves Since then, I will no longer be a member of Daming, at least I think Yuan Chonghuan. Don’t be lenient and kill you."
"Military seat, 1,500 steps." The observer was calculating the distance.
"Gunner, ready to launch." Yuan Chonghuan said with a solemn face.
Ten gunners quickly loaded the shells, and then lit the fuse.
The ten rounds of blooming bullets drew a beautiful parabola for the first time, and the rainbow cascaded in places where the number of Niulu in the Han Army and Niulu in Mongolia was concentrated.
"Boom... Long!"
"Boom... Long!"
"Boom... Long!"
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The explosion that shook the mountains, the fire rushing into the sky, the screams of people, the neighing of horses.
Jiannu's cavalry was delayed for a while, especially the Niu Lu of the Han army. But Bakshi did not give an order to stop the attack, and the cavalry quickly rushed towards the Ming army's position.
No one had the intention to look at the wounded soldiers and horses lying on the ground.
"Boom... Long!"
"Boom... Long!"
"Boom... Long!"
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There are ten more blooming bullets. This time the blooming bullets mainly fall in the middle of the Jiannu team, behind the Hanjun Niulu and Mongolian Niulu, and in front of Jiannu Niulu.
The red blood and mutilated limbs dispersed in a short whirlpool around the impact of the cannonball. Some soldiers were knocked off the horse by the blood rushing forward in the whirlpool or by the irregularly flying limbs, and then trampled by the horses hooves behind.
Bakshi frowned. Fortunately, the loss of building a slave was not great. "Shaman, you must protect your people." He muttered in his heart, but the speed of the horse under him was undiminished.
"Boom... Long!"
"Boom... Long!"
"Boom... Long!"
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The third round of blooming bullets fell from the sky again, this time mainly at the end of the slave building team, purely bloodbathed soldiers who built slaves.
In fact, the artillery of the Ming army had no time to adjust. In front of the high-speed riders, the guns were basically the same in their landing positions, and they fell in different positions in the slave-building team. Rush.
Although the power of the artillery is huge, the first brigade only carried ten artillery, three rounds of shelling, and fewer than a hundred slave soldiers died, but the huge roar was too terrifying, coupled with the flying of broken limbs and flesh. , Still affected the speed of the slave cavalry.
"Stop the shelling." Yuan Chonghuan decisively issued the order.
Although the cavalry received a certain impact, the speed was still too fast, and the artillery had no time to adjust the landing point. If there is a fourth round of shelling, it is estimated that the blooming shells will fall in vain on the open space behind Jiannu.
One thousand and five hundred flintlockers had loaded their bullets long ago, and they faced the slavish cavalry that resembled a raging cloud.
The gunmen mechanically held the flintlocks and stared at the front without moving.
Under Qiantun City, they had already shot and killed Jiannu's two Niu Lu, which gave them great confidence, otherwise, in front of the dust raised by Jiannu cavalry, many people would be scared and tremble.
Yuan Chonghuan coldly observed the tragic situation after the bomb fell. Fortunately, it was his opponent who suffered casualties.
"Military seat, only two hundred steps left." The voice of the observer rang in Yuan Chonghuan's ear again.
"Flintlocker, prepare."
This time Yuan Chonghuan didn't plan to come close and fight, the cavalry that built slaves had reached the maximum speed, at this time, let alone escape, it was impossible to even turn around.
Moreover, under the devastation of the bombs, the soldiers who built slaves were close to madness, and they had no intention of turning around or fleeing.
"Military seat, one hundred steps."
"Shooting." Yuan Chonghuan finally gave the order, and the artillery was out of use. Now it is the last decisive battle between the soldiers of both sides.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
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Five hundred bullets, almost all of them were fired at the front Hanjun Niulu and Mongolian Niulu. They had been hit by the first round of artillery, and they had just been liberated from their fear, and they encountered another five hundred flintlock bullets. .
More than two hundred soldiers were almost completely lost, and some of the soldiers who built slaves at the back were also sacked.
Except for the sound of horse hooves, there are the screams of people and the desperate screams of horses.
The 500 soldiers in the second row did not need to give orders from Yuan Chonghuan. The soldiers in the first row were squatting. After they finished shooting, the 500 rounds of bullets from the soldiers in the second row shot towards Jian slave who rushed forward without hesitation.
More than one hundred Jian slaves fell to their horses immediately. They may have died from flintlock bullets, or they may die from being trampled on by war horses.
"What the hell is going on?" Bakshi was at the back of the team. Although he didn't know how many casualties were in front of him, he saw his soldiers fall from their horses one by one. Could it be possible that the range of Mingjun's muskets could surpass that of bows and arrows
Without Bakshi's order, the soldiers would not stop the attack. Moreover, the cavalry that charged at high speed was originally advancing and not retreating, and it was impossible to stop.
Five hundred gunmen in the third row shot. After they shot, the five hundred gunmen in the first row had already filled the bullets and were ready to shoot. The flintlocks cooperated with each other to shoot without interruption.
Countless slaves were built and dropped, and the distance between them and the Ming army was fixed at a hundred paces.
The archer who built slaves never had the opportunity to shoot.
"Er Zhen, where are our soldiers?" Wu Lie suddenly discovered that there were only more than 20 soldiers left beside them.
Just now, Bakshi just lowered his head and lay on the horseback, and charged with full strength. Hearing what Ulie said, he slightly raised his head and searched around.
"Huh?" Bakshi suddenly broke into a cold sweat. There were indeed only more than 20 soldiers beside him.
The rest of the soldiers are still there, but instead of sitting on horseback, they are lying on the ground and moaning.
Not all groans, some soldiers rolled on the ground, some soldiers crawled on the ground, some soldiers got up from the ground and were about to remount their horses, and some soldiers remained motionless and had no breath of life.
Bakshi's mind was short-circuited for a while, and he didn't understand why his heroic subordinates would fall down one by one and put him to shame in front of the tofu army on the opposite side.
He had forgotten to hold the rein of the horse, the horse continued to gallop, and the soldiers behind him had to sprint forward with him.
"Bang, bang." Two bullets hit Bakshi almost at the same time, one shot to the left of his brow and one shot to his right chest.
Bakshi felt a piercing pain. He ignored his right chest and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead. His hands were covered with warm red blood. Soon, his left eye could not be seen clearly, and the blood had blurred him. Of the retina.
"Ulie, what the hell is going on?" Bakshi convulsed, his body tilted, and he fell from the horse's ass.
Ulie's answer, Bakshi could no longer hear, and his mind became more and more blurred.
He doesn't know how he was injured, why his soldiers fell off the horse, and the missing cow record...
"Shaman, where are you?" Bakshi raised his head stubbornly, and shouted the last sentence to the sky. He also wanted to raise his right hand, but only halfway up, he thumped it weakly, and then his head fell sharply. , Smashed heavily on the ground, no more breath of life.
The shaman disappointed Bakshi again. He was not at home today and could not hear Bakshi's call for help, but the bullet fired by the Ming army replaced the shaman's answer.
Wu Lie was just about to call the remaining Jiannu to escape. Several bullets were shot into his body through his chest and abdomen at the same time. It was like a funnel was installed in front of him, and several red waterfalls sprayed directly onto Bakshi’s face. Also went with Bakshi.