Li Changshan personally led the main force of the First Marine Division and stormed the No. 3 account. Now, he can no longer take care of the casualties.
The soldiers first swept every corner in front with flintlocks, and then pushed forward little by little.
No. 3 tents are all tents, there is no earth wall, can not stop the flintlock bullet.
The Ming army relied on the superiority of numbers. They did not distinguish between priority and order. All the soldiers surrounded the big tent and shot from all directions. The Jurchen’s bows and arrows were not as good as the flintlocks. They could only fight and retreat, and finally gathered. In the center of the big account.
Retreating and retreating, on the contrary, aroused the fighting spirit of the Jurchens. They found that the bow and arrow could not hurt the Ming army at all, so they simply threw the bow and arrow, took their more familiar scimitar, and rushed towards the Ming army outside.
The Ming Army was waiting for such an opportunity. The Jurchen soldiers' counterattack happened to expose their bodies to the Ming Army's guns.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Although the sound of the flintlock guns was not neat, it was very dense. In front of a large number of messy bullets, the Jurchen soldiers rushed to the ground one by one.
The Jurchen soldiers had no retreat, and the Ming army made it clear that they wanted to annihilate them all, so as not to suffer from the enemy.
Hundreds of Jurchen soldiers fell down in less than a cigarette. They were either dead or rolled and screamed on the ground.
"Hurry up, make up for the wounded soldiers, clean up the big tent, the first brigade is still waiting for our reinforcements!"
The soldiers of the First Brigade, except for one cavalry regiment, have not returned. There are now only two thousand people. They are divided into three rows, each with no more than 700 soldiers, but the Jurchen soldiers who came to reinforce the No. 3 tent, there are a total of five cows. , 1,500 cavalry, already close to the number of the Ming army.
These five Niulu do not belong to the white-inlaid flag of Dorgon, but the blue-inlaid flag of Ji'erhalang.
There are a total of 25 Niu Lu in the Lanqi Banner. Jier Harang deployed ten Niu Lu in the western part of the Liaodong Peninsula to guard against the Dongjiang Army on the island. These ten Niu Lu has been used by the North Sea Fleet. All of the Marines were wiped out, Jierhalang didn't know yet.
The remaining fifteen Niu Lus were deployed on both sides of the Yalu River. On the one hand, they were the main force of the Dongjiang Army to guard against Mao Wenlong, and on the other hand, they were the Li dynasty that deterred North Korea.
Mao Wenlong seldom landed in Liaodong. His supplies mainly came from North Korea and the islands. The North Koreans did not dare to clearly oppose the Dajin Kingdom, and Jierhalang had no pressure at all.
When Dorgon asked Jirhalang for help, Jirhalang immediately drew five Niu Lu from the nearby Jurchen cavalry, which happened to form a Jiala, led by Jiala Ejintoman Saharang, Go to reinforce Dorgon.
It’s been a long time since Tuoman Sahren has fought a battle. His scimitars and arrows are about to rust. Upon receiving Ji’erhalang’s order, he led five Niulu cavalrymen and rushed westward. Go to the lower reaches of Sancha River.
When approaching Yaozhou, Tuoman Saharan heard the violent gunfire, and his blood immediately boiled. In order to get to the battlefield as soon as possible, he and his cavalry desperately beat the horses.
Tuoman Saharian wanted to give birth to a pair of wings so that he could fly to the battlefield early. If it was too late, the weak Ming army might have been killed by the white flag.
It was Hou Wenxing's first brigade of land warfare to greet Tuoman Sahar.
After Hou Wenxing relieved the soldiers from their psychological fear, he has been with the soldiers. Now, he is standing behind the soldiers in the third row.
He is ready, it must be a tough fight.
Although Li Changshan said that the scattered cavalry regiments would come back to reinforce them, but now they can’t contact the cavalry regiments. No one knows whether the cavalry regiments will come back. If they return, they will be able to catch up with the battle and defeat the Jurchen soldiers. , The key is to rely on themselves.
"Brigade seat, Jurchen is coming into range!"
"Brothers, be prepared, the Jurchen cavalry is fast, as long as they enter the flintlock range, the first row of soldiers will shoot immediately."
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
The soldiers in the first row shot out all the bullets, and the Jurchen cavalry rushed to the front, and more than a hundred men fell immediately.
Among the five Niulu cavalry soldiers, a hundred men fell from their horses, which did not arouse the attention of the Jurchens. Although Tuoman Saharian saw someone falling from their horses, he did not slow down his horse speed at all.
"Brave Jurchen warriors, rush forward and kill these Han tofu soldiers."
The Jurchen cavalry running in the front began to shoot bows and arrows.
"Whizzing… "
The arrow flew towards the Ming army's position between the firing of the flintlock.
The Jurchen cavalry had not yet entered the range of the bow and arrow. These arrows fell to the ground twenty or thirty steps ahead of the Ming army, and did not actually harm the Ming army.
But the arrows were as dense as raindrops. When they flew towards the Ming army's position, they interfered with the Ming army's sight and also induced fear among the gunmen. The rhythm of the flintlock was chaotic.
The unanimous volley of fire began to become a personal diffuse.
Some Jurchen soldiers had more than a dozen bullets in their bodies, but some Jurchen soldiers were not shot. The Jurchen soldiers in front quickly crossed the 100-step death line and approached the 80-step middle line.
Hou Wenxing realized that the situation was not right, and yelled anxiously: "Salvo, salvo, the speed must be consistent."
The Jurchen soldiers came in like a tide, and although there were a large number of wounded soldiers on the ground, they did not hesitate at all.
The Ming army is still shooting, but now there is no standard for speed. Coupled with the continuous squeezing of the Jurchen cavalry, panic is born in the hearts of the soldiers.
The arrows sent by the Jurchen were getting closer and closer to the Ming army, and the farthest arrows almost hit the Ming army.
"Hurry up, shoot." Hou Wenxing had already pulled out his saber and stared at the Jurchen cavalry who was advancing a little bit.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The flintlock has not stopped, it's just a little messy.
The horses of the Jurchen cavalry have not slowed down. They are the Ming army in front of them, and there is no threat at all.
The Jurchen cavalry had already reached the 60-step cordon, and at this distance, they had entered the range of their bows and arrows.
The Ming army began to suffer casualties, and the horror of death enveloped every soldier's heart.
"No retreat is allowed. Violators will not be amnesty!" Hou Wenxing held up his saber and personally supervised the battle in the back. If the Ming army now retreats, there is no way to escape in front of the Jurchen cavalry. Such a rout is simply complete. He was ready for the army's suicide. Once the Jurchen cavalry broke through the line of defense, the Ming army had to engage in hand-to-hand combat they were not familiar with.
Soldiers on both sides are competing for consumption.
The Jurchen cavalry counterattacked with bows and arrows, but because they wanted to aim, their forward speed slowed down.
Hou Wenxing couldn't bear to look at the soldiers around him, one by one, falling under the arrows of the Jurchens. He turned his head and wanted to look at a distance. His cavalry regiment had no shadows, but the Jurchens had no reinforcements either. The Jurchen cavalry is also a lone army.
"Whoo!"
A Jurchen arrow hit Hou Wenxing's arm, and the red blood spilled along the arrow shaft and his dark gray coat.
"Brigade seat..."
"The brigade is injured..."
"I'm okay!" Hou Wenxing pushed aside the soldiers who were squeezing in, "Leave me alone, shoot quickly, Jiannu is about to rush over."
"Damn, build a slave." The soldier cursed and shot at the Jurchen cavalry.
Hou Wenxing hit the arrow, still not retreating, his injury burned the blood of the soldiers.
In front of the bows and arrows of the Jurchen cavalry, the soldiers no longer dodge, even the lightly wounded soldiers on the ground grabbed flintlocks and went back to the battle.
The sound of the flintlocks suddenly became dense, and the Jurchen cavalry was unable to move forward for the time being.
"Da da da… "
The cavalry still occupies the advantage in speed. After resisting the short burst of the Ming army, the Jurchen cavalry still pushed forward a little bit.
Tuoman Saharan didn't know how many soldiers had fallen off their horses. The Ming army was right in front of him. The blood on the ground and the smell of blood in the air had already dyed his pupils red.
"Brigade seat, there are only thirty steps, what should I do?"
"Just use life to fill, but also to block this group of slaves." Hou Wenxing pressed the wound on his left arm with his right hand, he just forcibly pulled out the arrow on his left arm, and it was too late to bandage.
"Brigade seat, do you want melee?"
"If you can't stop Jian slaves from advancing, you must fight hand-to-hand and prepare your sabers." Hou Wenxing knew that in front of the cavalry, the infantry had no way to escape. In front of the cavalry, if you want to fight hand-to-hand to save your life, you can only rely on God's help.
"Yes, brigade."
The Jurchen cavalry, after paying the cost of thousands of casualties, finally broke through the Ming army's position. Hundreds of Jurchen soldiers broke into the Ming army's queue.
They have thrown away the bows and arrows in their hands, all using machetes.
The Ming army also put down the flintlock and drew the saber from his waist.
"Ding Ding, Dangdang..."
The scimitar and the saber collided with a crisp sound, but more often, it was massacre.
The Jurchen soldiers ride on horseback, condescending, and more importantly, the cavalry has a huge advantage in speed. They often cut a knife and change places without giving the infantry a chance to fight back.
The Jurchen cavalry had been tortured by the flintlock for a long time. Their eyes were blood red long ago, and now they have a chance for revenge.
"Chop the legs of the horse!" Hou Wenxing discovered that the Jurchen soldiers were riding on horsebacks. The Ming army was infantry and it was difficult to chop down their vital parts. If the horses were cut down and the Jurchen soldiers off their horses, the two sides were basically equal. Status.
After the Jurchen cavalry fell from the horse, as long as they were not seriously injured, they still wielded a scimitar and slashed at the Ming army who had no melee experience.
Fortunately, the Ming army has a large number of troops, and it has not been killed for the time being.
"Master, Jurchen rushed over!"
Li Changshan had just cleaned up the Jurchen soldiers in the big tent, and the five Niu Lu with blue flags completely broke through the defense line of the First Marine Brigade. The soldiers on both sides had been strangled together.
"It's only been a while before the Jurchens rushed up?" Li Changshan didn't have time to think about it. "Quickly, set up a second line of defense and let the first brigade withdraw."
The soldiers of the first brigade could no longer retreat, and the Jurchen cavalry was able to kill. At this time, they retreated, leaving their backs to the Jurchens.
Li Changshan's soldiers have already deployed a gunman formation of two thousand people, and the soldiers behind are still gathering.
He no longer cared about the soldiers behind him, "Keep in line, squeeze in, and remove the first brigade."