Nanming Engineer

Chapter 465
The running speed of the Mongolian horse is not the fastest among Asian horse breeds, but it is definitely in the upper middle class, and its endurance is also in the upper middle class. Facing the various inferior horses of the Central Plains Dynasty, it has a lot of advantages.The Mongolian soldiers and Jurchen soldiers riding on it, the front teams are all heavy armor with two layers of iron armor inside and outside, and the rear are all light armor such as leather armor and cotton armor. According to common sense, they are still more than a mile away from the enemy. At this time, you should speed up slowly, gradually increase the speed, increase the speed to the highest within [-] steps from the enemy, and use the most domineering potential energy plus the weight of horses and people to attack the waiting enemy.

But now, no one can do it if they want to maintain a calm mind amidst the whistling iron bullets and continue to move forward slowly.

The comrades around him were flying with flesh and blood, and the blood was splashed on his body, and the horse's hooves under his crotch were galloping on the dead body. In the next second, an iron bullet might hit straight in front of him. The human reaction nerves hit the human body at a speed too late to dodge, tearing apart the skeletal muscles, turning a lively warrior into a cloud of blood mist.

It's chilling to think about.

And this kind of death is too uneconomical.When a warrior dies by the enemy's sword, there is nothing to say, which can be called honor. To die under the iron bullets of which even the gunner does not know is an insult.

There are rational people in the cavalry, and they are still shouting loudly, telling everyone to keep their formation and advance in accordance with military discipline.

Most of the people who said this were running behind and did not have a direct feel for the power of the artillery.The situation is different for those who are running in front. Death is running by with his face shaved so intimately that its appearance is indescribable.

"Come on!" Ye Chen waved the flying ax in his hands. He only had one thought now, rushing into the artillery formation of the Ming army and killing the gunners. Otherwise, maybe the thousands of soldiers on hand would die on the way.

Guozhu on the other side also had red eyes, and his feelings were more profound than Ye Chen's. The Mongolian Eight Banners had a small number of people, and they had never faced massacres like this during the charge, so they couldn't afford it.

The two gray dragons paused for a moment in the twenty red bullet marks, and in the next second, they rushed forward with a more violent posture. The horse spread its wings and flew over.

Li Tingyu stood in the middle of the infantry formation and looked at the two wings with some worry. This time the Qing cavalry looked much more crazy. Will the gunners on both sides run away?Can the guard's pawns hold up?Although there was special training to face cavalry attacks during training, the effect needs to be tested.

In the artillery teams on the two wings, Yan Mingde, the chief artillery officer, and Ma Wei, the lieutenant general, each led the side, ordering the gunners to load their guns with stern expressions, hurry up and fire two more shots before the cavalry arrives.

"It's more than a mile, so if you are quick with your hands and feet, you can fire two cannons!" Yan Mingde squinted his eyes, holding a blunderbuss in his hand, standing next to a powerful cannon, with a straight face like a strong man who looked forward to death: "Quick, Quick, quick, faster, beat him like a son of a bitch!"

In the rush and orderly busyness, the Kuizhou gunners cooperated tacitly. The proficiency of the soldiers raised with shells and fed enough training can be called art. Preparation for launch.

"Let go!" Yan Mingde and Ma Wei gritted their teeth and shouted.

The sound of "Boom, boom, boom!" is like summer thunder rolling across the earth, crushing all creatures that dare to face it. The twenty galloping bullet marks are like falcons flying close to the ground, or like red bullets galloping on the treetops. Thunderstorms flashed past people's eyes, and plunged into the cavalry of the Qing army.

People turned on their backs and screamed again and again.

An iron bullet is a ruthless beam of light. When it hits the cavalry horse, it instantly punches holes of equal circle, dismembering the body and dividing the flesh and blood. It is invincible and unstoppable.

The cavalry, which had been sparsely beaten by the first wave of shelling, hadn't recovered yet. They just followed the general with enthusiasm and vigor and continued to charge forward. They were beaten again by the second wave of iron bombs, killing them. On the other hand, twenty solid iron bumps weighing ten catties can't actually kill many people, but the emphasis is on psychological oppression and intimidating momentum.

The sound of thunderstorm-like cannons disturbed the horses, and the galloping horses were frightened by the loud noise, either running around or jumping around in place, disrupting the entire assault formation, and the charging cavalry was most afraid of this, the formation Once in a mess, they couldn't get up, and everyone ran over in a stumbling manner, which was no different from jumping off a horse and fighting hand-to-hand. Therefore, this battle was difficult to fight.

The momentum of the charge of thousands of cavalry groups is actually very amazing. The smoke can be higher than the city wall. Most people will be frightened into pale face when faced with this situation, drop their weapons and turn around and run away. Only people like the Kuizhou Army Only with this kind of strong army, restrained by military discipline and targeted in daily training, can we respond calmly.

Therefore, the competition between cavalry and infantry is who is not afraid of death and who blinks first.

Unfortunately, under the shells of the Shenwei cannon, the Qing army blinked for the first time.

Dorgon was in the rear with a gloomy face. He could see the development of the battle without a binoculars. When the first wave of shelling by the Ming army started, the iron bullets flew low and hit the cavalry formation with a howling sound. , splashing blood, he knew something was wrong.

too dense.

When shooting artillery, due to the limitation of accuracy and technology, it is difficult to concentrate firepower to bombard a target. Most of the artillery shells are aimed at the target, but they fly over or hit low. Like the Kuizhou army, they concentrate ten cannons on the left and right. It is very rare to play on a row.

The Kuizhou army did it, and did it twice.

It seems to have been swept sideways with two iron brooms.

That's hard.

Dorgon clenched his fists, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and for the first time he felt nervous like heart palpitations deep in his heart.

He wasn't worried about the dead. There was no way someone wouldn't die in a war. The key was whether the dead were valuable. If they could break through the firearms blockade and eat up the Ming army's artillery barracks, the dead would be worth it.

The cavalry running at the front on the right wing had already rushed within a hundred steps in front of the Ming army's formation. With the speed of the horses, they could reach the nose of the Ming army in a few breaths.

The person at the front was Ye Chen. He was wearing a distinctive bright yellow armor with red edges. The red tassel of a spear flying high on the top of the iron helmet in praise was particularly eye-catching. The yellow waistcoat that represented the honor of Dasangbatulu He was so dazzling that even on the battlefield where thousands of troops were galloping, Dorgon could recognize him at a glance.

"You deserve to be a warrior of the Qing Dynasty!" Man Dahai said sincerely beside him: "Ye Chen's people and soldiers are all first-class. With him, Nanman is doomed!"

(End of this chapter)