Chapter 259 Jiaozhou Camp forward

Although there was fierce fighting on the battlefield, it was a bit far apart. Facing the already crowded infantry in Jiaozhou camp, the cavalry had no advantage in melee combat. Only by continuing to gather in groups of teams to rush forward, the undefeated Ming army could be dispersed and destroyed, and then they could chase and kill the scattered soldiers.

The generals and followers at all levels of Jiaozhou Camp were not as timid and panicked in the battle just now. These Tartar cavalry were indeed powerful, but when they fought, they were not as rumored as tigers and wolves and could not resist.

Both sides need a short time to adjust their tactics. This gap is for the Qing army and for the remnants of Jiaozhou camp, it is a chance to breathe. At first, the guards around Li Meng were shouting loudly at the team of people around him, and this behavior was quickly imitated by the people around him.

In addition to the battle ahead, there were many people in the team shouting commands. When Hu Lu, the leader in front, saw this situation, his pupils slightly contracted. The group of Ming troops in front of him did not collapse, and they were still sorting out and preparing to fight again. Even the infantry of the Eight Banners of Han may not have such combat power. What kind of army is this?

"All the armor-piercing people come to the front and follow me!!!"

The gang leader shouted loudly to the left and right, that the Qing army's rear team was generally armoured or leather armor, while the elite soldiers were all wearing cotton armor with iron leaves, and were all soldiers composed of young and strong veterans. These people were generally at the most critical moment to enter the battlefield. Whether it was the gang leader or the gang leader, they were determined to completely annihilate the Ming army in front of them.

Since the cavalry, the Qing army has not encountered such a difficult and weird team. The Qing army officers and soldiers have been dispelled and want to completely defeat the other party. They even forgot that the number of opponents is much higher than that of themselves. The multiple victories from the cavalry have made the Tatar cavalry unable to tolerate failure, and even cannot tolerate it, not perfect victory and quick victory.

Li Meng stood on the far right side of the team, watching the Qing cavalry more than ten steps away, even starting to retreat to the back, but this was not the opponent's desire to retreat, but to set a distance to let the horses rush up to ensure greater impact and destructive power. Li Meng himself was holding a spear picked up from the ground on the ground, thinking that if the opponent rushed to the formation, the infantry that could barely maintain the formation should be able to resist with long weapons. If the opponent dismounted and shot arrows, he could only charge first, and the distance was not long.

The noise on the battlefield gradually became smaller, and there was a little calm before the storm came. The wind slowly blew. Li Meng suddenly heard some wind. Although the strong enemy was ahead, Li Meng still looked back and saw that within less than twenty steps from the infantry platoon, teams of musket soldiers were blowing air on the fuse, keeping the fire burning.

"Are you dead? Come and fight!"

Even when the formation was just now being swept away, Li Meng remained calm, but at this moment he was angry and felt like he was crazy. He fought hard in front of him, and the people behind him seemed to have loaded ammunition, but he was still waiting there so stupidly.

"The muskets cannot be fired in a random manner, you must line up..."

There was such a rebuttal voice. Li Meng almost laughed out loud. His army was harsh in training, but at this time it was like those modern students who had just worked. It was a critical moment of life and death. When it was a matter of statutory standards, he continued to yell:

"After a distance of more than ten steps, rush up and get closer to fight!! Come on with him!"

Seeing the battle like that before, the formation was arranged, the team was disturbed by the archery of the Tartar cavalry, and then the cavalry was rushing away. Then the battlefield turned into a chaos. After these soldiers who had not loaded ammunition before the war loaded ammunition on the cover of the platoon, they saw such a battle scene and were at a loss.

In the Jiaozhou Camp's teachings, there is a special emphasis on the shooting of muskets, that is, when shooting, try to maintain a neat and tight formation. The smoothbore gun cannot be called shooting accuracy. Only by ensuring the fire density can it ensure the killing of the enemy. This is also the case that although Wei Li and ten people had few people, they still had to dismount and fire.

The changes on the battlefield made the musket soldiers loading ammunition behind them completely at a loss. The few people who could command saw the mixed enemy and us on the battlefield, fearing that shooting would accidentally hurt friendly forces, so they did not order fire. The volley of the muskets required orders and queues.

Speaking of which, although the situation on the battlefield was full of flesh and blood, the infantry fighting in front were almost rolling on the ground and the cavalry of the Qing army, these musket soldiers were leisurely staring at the back. If outsiders saw it, it would make people laugh.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves behind, the leader Lao Hulu turned around and saw another leader Delenha and Beizi also began to enter the battlefield. He knew that he had decided to fight to the end. When he turned around, he saw that the other party's infantry formation had become stricter from the scattered just now.

At this time, the battlefield is no longer as good as when the battle begins. It is easy to be counterattacked by infantry who have prepared for a long time. Moreover, the distance between the two sides is so close that the impact of the cavalry is no longer as powerful and effective as the first wave. In the melee just now, the opponent's team of several people caused great trouble to the cavalry.

Even Old Hu Lu himself was almost trapped in it. If the other party formed a formation, it would be great. Neither the Qing army nor the Jiaozhou camp realized that the Jiaozhou camp gradually became more and more skilled. The things that were trained and instilled on weekdays were gradually applied to actual combat, which also made the Qing army general subconsciously feel the danger and determined to fight to the end.

Seeing that Jiaozhou Camp was in a tendency to gather in a square team again, the leader of the governor, Hulu, determined not to retreat anymore. The impact was insufficient, and Beizi and Delenha's cavalry would gradually keep up with the impact.

The distance of twenty steps was enough. The old Hulu shouted loudly, and scraped the big knife in his hand on the edge of the sole of the horse boot. He stopped his horse and had just stepped back for more than twenty steps.

When he raised his knife and was about to urge the horse to advance, he saw that the opponent's formation was a little confused. Looking closely, the Ming army, who had just stood behind, ran along the gap of the formation to the middle of the junction of the cavalry and infantry, and Lao Hulu knew that he was on the battlefield, but he was still stunned.

What I was worried about just now was how to break through the opponent's infantry team and the queues with firearms behind, but now the opponent ran to the front, and the distance between the cavalry and infantry was no more than forty steps. What would these scattered soldiers with firearms rush in? It was nothing more than causing trouble.

As soon as the cavalry rushed, these people would collapse and disrupt the troops that had finally formed behind them. The Ming Dynasty officials and soldiers had this problem. Sometimes, in a situation where they had a good advantage, they would have problems with their own heads and mess up the good situation. It seems that the strange Ming army that he suddenly encountered also had such a problem.

In just a short moment, the human mind could think of many thoughts. The leader Lao Hulu inexplicably remembered an allusion he had heard. It is said that Fan Wencheng, a Han man who was beside the emperor, once said: Destiny is in my Qing Dynasty, so there is a blessing from the battlefield and he will win every battle. When the tired Lao Hulu thought of this, he suddenly felt full of energy and victory was right in front of him.

The old Hulu raised the big knife in his hand, and several horses were adjusting their positions. As long as they were lined up, they would be charged in a row.

"Bang!!"

A loud noise suddenly sounded loudly on the noisy battlefield, and the scene became quiet. Old Hulu, who was holding a big sword, looked at him and wanted to lower his head, but the neck protection of the leather pocket and the pointed helmet made him unable to lower his head. His raised arms also softened. At first, the speed was very slow, and then it quickly dropped. The big sword fell to the ground. Old Hulu, who was straightened, also fell head-on.

The armor on the Qing army gang leader was also different from ordinary soldiers, but had color differences. The gang leader Lao Hulu was also very prominent in the cavalry ranks, and several musketeers regarded him as their targets.

In order to launch a larger attack on the battlefield, the two sides temporarily divided the front lines of more than 40 steps. After the musketeers came to the front of the team, they were almost thirty steps. This distance was not fatal to kill bird guns and fast guns, but for the musketeers in Jiaozhou Camp, this was already a test of the accuracy of the calibrator.

"Bang!" "Bang!"...

After the first sound, the second and third sounds began to sound, just like a description of some kind of literary work. After the first drop of rain fell on the ground, heavy rain poured down.

The muskets on the battlefield sounded like beans. The soldiers who came first fired the muskets, and the people behind fired them, from the beginning to the sound of a sound. The white smoke from the musket chamber quickly filled the entire battlefield, and people were shocked by the loud noise so that they could not hear anything.

There was no cover in the plains, and the wind was not small. The smoke was quickly blown away by the wind. The soldiers following behind could have a better view and continue to aim and fire.

The Qing cavalry, who had already arranged a team, were already waiting to rush together, but a large number of musketeers from the opponent suddenly appeared, and another cavalry took out their bows and arrows to prepare to shoot arrows.

But after the first sound of the muskets in Jiaozhou Camp, the Qing cavalry in front of them, no matter what armor they were wearing, they were all shot off the horses. The horses were also frightened by the sudden explosion and smoke, and even the horses were hit by the muskets and jumped around.

After this round of shooting, people screamed and horses were heard on the battlefield. All the sounds just now were drowned by the dense gunshots. The Tartar cavalry, who had gained the upper hand just now, were completely defeated by the sudden burst of fire from the muskets.

Many Tartar veterans have this concept. It is difficult for the poisonous muskets, quick guns, thunder guns and bird guns of the Ming Dynasty to break the cotton armor. During the battle, the trouble of these firearms is just that the smoke of gunpowder is more choking. At that time, protect your head and face with your arms and lower your head with your helmet, and you will not cause any harm.

Therefore, when the Jiaozhou camp fired, many cavalrymen in the first row even activated their mounts and charged forward, which would cause greater damage. If they dismounted and lie on the ground, they would have a chance to save their lives, but all the Qing cavalry did not have this concept at all.

The more than 300 cavalrymen led by Delenha and Beizi who came in behind were affected by the dozen cavalry that rushed in front, and fell directly from the horses. However, the bigger problem of these cavalrymen was that they could not form an array of impact, because the crazy horses who were frightened and running around made everything mess up a pot of porridge.

Some cavalry were not injured and killed by muskets, but the frightened and crazy horses fell off the horse's back, dragged to death on the ground, and some were lucky enough to lie on the ground, but still fell to the ground and were trampled to death by the frightened horse.

"Jiaozhou Camp, move forward!!!"

As the man and horses were yelling, this shout came from the direction of the infantry opposite, and then the sound became two, more and more, and finally became a shout of one by one.

Li Meng was on the right side of the first row of the infantry squadron, like an ordinary soldier, holding a spear in his hand. The officers and soldiers of Jiaozhou camp were broken and gathered together, and they lined up in a not-too-neat row. According to Cao Dian, holding the weapons in his hand, everyone shouted "Forward!!" and walked towards the already messy cavalry not far away.

The drummer following Li Meng, who was running fast or lucky, was not dead, but he didn't know where the drumstick was thrown to the waist, and he slapped the rhythm with both hands, but he shouted "Forward!" and the drum was drowned in the shouting.

The frightened horse would not foolishly touch the steel thorn jungle. As for the Tartar soldiers who were afraid of on the ground, the passing Jiaozhou camp soldiers just paused the tail of the long weapon in their hands.

The Tartar cavalry who rushed back were more than 100 steps away from the Jiaozhou camp infantry that was constantly moving forward. Finally, they drove away the frightening horses that disturbed them, but saw the opponent's infantry pressing over with a rainbow of momentum.

The sound of "Forward, Forward" seemed to be getting louder and louder. When the musket exploded just now, the mounts that could still be stabilized were a little anxious at this time. After closing, the Qing cavalry, with about 400 people, were controlling their mounts. Perhaps the shouts of the other party were not important, but the important thing was the momentum contained in the shouts.

"Master Beizi, come in line and rush again!"

The leader Delenha asked, but his tone was a little hesitant. Facing a Ming army without more than ten times its own troops and fled in a desert, Delenha, who had experienced countless victories, was unable to accept it. Moreover, the Qing army was disciplined strictly. If the main general on the battlefield did not order the evacuation, he would only have a dead end to escape without authorization.

Beizi, who was sitting on the horse, seemed to have not heard his words, just stared blankly at Jiaozhou Camp nearing him.

Morale is high, which means that in the current situation in Jiaozhou Camp, the musket soldiers who fired muskets were busy loading their ammunition and tamping them with the muskets, they ran wildly on the edge of the platoon with the muskets, and wanted to rush to the front of the platoon and open fire at the enemy.

The infantry team only shouts "forward" but not "charge" because facing the infantry of the cavalry, only formation can fight against it. If it is messed up, it is easy for the opponent to catch the flaws. However, the musketeers running around can speed up. Anyway, on such a close battlefield, the firepower density of so many musketeers is already high enough.

Some of the Qing cavalry in front took out bows and arrows, but before they were fired, they were shot down from the horse by muskets. Within dozens of steps, they could not take the battle but could only be killed by the opponent. These cavalry finally tasted the hardships of the infantrymen of Jiaozhou Camp just now. Faced with their big arrows, the infantrymen of Jiaozhou Camp could not be in chaos, but could only be next to each other.

The will of the Tartar cavalry was not steel either. After realizing that they were fish on the chopping board, they no longer dared to fight in front. Someone had turned his horse's head and ran towards the back.

The muskets and guns gradually became denser again, and finally woke up the dazed beetle. Although the helmet of the Delenhat was not very warm, she was still sweating profusely. Seeing his master stunned, she couldn't help but ask again:

"Master Beizi, let's line up again..."

"Go! Go quickly!!"

This Beizi is a decisive person. When the war is stalemate, he dares to send troops. Seeing the battle situation quickly change from having an advantage to a great defeat, he does not have the chance to turn around and flee.

There is no need to shout loudly to escape. The Qing army cavalry had already fled. Seeing his commander turn around and run wildly, those who were already indifferent had the will to continue fighting. The confidence in his heart had long collapsed with the blast of the musket and the shouting forward. Without morale, no matter how strong the soldiers were, they were still pigs and sheep to be slaughtered.

Fortunately, they were cavalry in the reserve team and their horsepower was extremely abundant. Such a sudden horse galloping, except for those who were crowded behind and had no time to run, there were still nearly 300 cavalry running wildly, and the rest were all shot off by muskets.

By the time the Jiaozhou camp infantry approached, they were already unable to catch up.

When escaping, I didn't care about any horsepower. Every Tartar soldier was desperately whipping horses. The horsepower of these cavalrymen who were originally in the back team did not consume much. They ran very quickly, and they were dusty, and soon they ran to a safe territory. No matter how they watched it on this plain, they could not see any trace of the strange Ming army on the horizon. This was the slowdown that finally slowed down.

Beizi, who led the army, looked up at the sky. The sun was just moving a little to the west. So the cruel battle of fighting to kill life and death was not more than an hour. Looking at the subordinates around him who were like dogs, Beizi almost cried, leaving only more than 200 people.

More than a thousand Qing cavalry fought with two thousand Ming army infantry, but they were beaten and fled, but 70% of their troops were lost. In many battles between the Qing army and the Qing Dynasty, even if the Ming army gained an advantage, they could not be converted into decisive victory, because the Tartars had much more horses than the Ming army, and they could run away if they could not be beaten. However, the Ming army's infantry did not dare to pursue, for fear that the formation would be scattered after the pursuit, but the opponent caught the loophole and rushed back.

There are many such cases, so the Qing army failed but not suffered major defeats, and there were few people who were killed or injured. However, in this battle today, more than 700 people directly explained to the battlefield.

"Master Beizi, let's go back?"

Shenling Delenha hit the horse in front of Beizi, looked far away from the others, and asked in a low voice that this sentence naturally had an unfinished meaning. Such a big failure is the first in the battle in recent years. At that time, no matter how rich the future is, it is even more important to say whether the lives of the tribe can be saved. Moreover, Prince Dorgon wanted to use this entry into the pass to gain enough prestige for himself.

Na Beizi pulled off the skin helmet from his head, turned his head with a gloomy face and looked at the more than 200 subordinates, and said in a low voice:

"These are all my slaves and you. If you tell them thoroughly, they will not be bad. Can we be at a disadvantage when we are the masters? What other benefits can these slaves do with them?"

The two of them are now very close. If they do bad things together, they will be uneasy if they are separated from each other. Delenha also saw it, nodded quickly and said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Beizi, the young slave understands the truth."

Beizi nodded, greeted him a few times, gathering everyone around him, and he said loudly:

"We met Gouzi's large army today, with about 50,000 people. Hu Luzan led his troops into the enemy's camp, entering and leaving seven times, but there were too many soldiers and horses. We were outnumbered. After defeating several teams of the opponent, they finally retreated. Those brothers died miserably!"

At the end, Beizi's voice was already filled with crying. The people below were stunned at first, and then they all reacted. With the words of the words of the Ganling Delenha kept staring at the people below, but everyone was in a sad mood. It would not be too much of a problem to echo Beizi's words. As long as everyone reported it to everyone, it would be too late for anyone to regret it next, and it would be angering for the public.

This time, no matter what, we will be punished, but if the fleeing soldiers behead themselves, their property is confiscated, and their family members are slaves, this is military law, and they cannot be hit by themselves no matter what. Everyone does not want to be this fool.

"Sir, the soldiers in Jiaozhou Camp lost 371 people."

Li Meng nodded, the injury was as expected, and the leader who checked continued:

"But there are more than 80 brothers who are seriously injured. Some people are afraid they will be disabled even if they get better."

More than 400 people lost their combat effectiveness. Li Meng took off his helmet and patted his forehead with his hand. When he was in Jiaozhou, he thought he could already dominate the world. Who would have thought that he would meet the Qing army? Fang knew that he had many shortcomings. The leader of the personal soldiers looked at Li Meng in a low mood, he hesitated on the side, and still reported:

"Several brothers are already in trouble. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

If the personal soldiers asked the lord to see the wounded soldiers who were dying in other military camps of the Ming Dynasty, the personal soldiers would probably have been the end of the day, but it was natural in the Jiaozhou camp. Li Meng once said that all his subordinates were my sons and nephews, but in fact he did the same.

Li Meng carried a helmet in one hand and walked to the place where the wounded soldiers were stationed. He could see Chen Liu in the whole team and Wang Hai was exploding the small wound on his forehead. This finally made Li Meng relieved.

The wounded soldiers were located in the shelter of the low mountain. The ground was covered with marching felts, and seriously injured soldiers were lying on it. In this era, most of the seriously injured soldiers on the battlefield died in pain. When Li Meng came, many of the wounded soldiers on the felts were motionless.

Some people's felt under their bodies and even the land was soaked with blood. The blood freezes and the surroundings turned into purple-black colors. As for those who were hit by arrows on their heads, it was even more terrible.
To be continued...